Countdown to Disney: Cars

We are planning a trip to the happiest place on Earth, Disney World! Since the kids aren’t familiar with many Disney characters, I thought it would be a neat idea to introduce them by changing our movie nights to Disney themed nights. 

Last Friday was the first one. The kids had a blast. RaShad is OBSESSED with Disney Cars, although he had never seen the movie. We watched Cars (& Car 2 the next day) and had a Cars themed dinner. 

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Being Poor

Whatever

Being poor is knowing exactly how much everything costs.

Being poor is getting angry at your kids for asking for all the crap they see on TV.

Being poor is having to keep buying $800 cars because they’re what you can afford, and then having the cars break down on you, because there’s not an $800 car in America that’s worth a damn.

Being poor is hoping the toothache goes away.

Being poor is knowing your kid goes to friends’ houses but never has friends over to yours.

Being poor is going to the restroom before you get in the school lunch line so your friends will be ahead of you and won’t hear you say “I get free lunch” when you get to the cashier.

Being poor is living next to the freeway.

Being poor is coming back to the car with your children in the back seat, clutching…

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Hurricanes & Hand Grenades

This year I spent my birthday in New Orleans exploring Bourbon Street. The trip definitely makes my list of all time favorite birthday celebrations and proved that I’m not a “one hitter quitter” (inside joke!).

I got to eat at Copeland’s, my former favorite restaurant until it was shut down in Mississippi. That was the best food I had during the entire trip. Of course being a burger guru, I had to visit Port of Call and boy did it disappoint! Maybe they were having an off night. I tried the Huma Huma as well (couldn’t finish it :/). Another must visit on my list was the famous Pat O’Brien’s. I LOVE that bar, especially the free drinks (couldn’t finish a hurricane :/).

My top Bourbon Street club, although small, is Razzo’s. It was small and shoulder to shoulder packed, but the most fun out of anywhere else we visited. Best of all, there was no one smoking inside. Yesss!! It was mood killer to barely be able to breathe with every stop. Why on earth is it ok to smoke inside of a closed space??

Bourbon Street was wildddd. I havr never seen so many nearly naked drunk people doing the craziest things in my life! However, I must say this was much better than my first visit & I’ll be back (in my Schwarzenegger voice)!