Who Dat Saints Win Super Bowl XLIV press.com/articles/7343-who-dat-saints-win-super-bowl-xliv Take a look at an interesting article we found.
Saints lift New Orleans' spirits, but Lower Ninth Ward still has long way to go following Katrina nydailynews.com Take a look at an interesting article we found.
Louisiana high school student sent home from school for wearing Colts jersey usatoday.com/ Take a look at an interesting article we found.
February 08, 2010
New Orleans Saints, winner of Super Bowl XLIV.
And it couldn't have happened to a better city.
Or a better state.
I figured this might be a good time to continue our celebration of our 50 states, with Louisiana.
In 1803, the United States paid France $15 million for the Louisiana Territory, some 828,000 square miles of land west of the Mississippi River.
The Louisiana Purchase nearly doubled the size of the country, which carved 13 states from it— not the least of which became Louisiana, admitted as the 18th state in 1812.
It didn’t take the British long to realize this young state’s food was better than their own, which resulted in the Battle of New Orleans.
In it, Andrew Jackson became a national hero, much like Drew Brees, quarterbacking the Louisiana territory to victory.
But French rule dies hard and Louisiana is the only state that still refers to the Napoleonic Code in its state law.
This is Marlon Brando, as Stanley Kowalski, laying down the law:
"Now listen. Did you ever hear of the Napoleonic code, Stella?...Now just let me enlighten you on a point or two..."
Which is the reason there’s a lot of lawyers in the State.
One of many strange laws, besides making gargling in public places illegal, is that outsiders can’t talk about Huey Long.
(Well, maybe it's unwritten.)
Real estate lawyers are also kept busy since it's the only state that has political subdivisions called parishes, instead of counties like everyone else.
It does have the Mardi Gras, however—which all young males learn the bitter truth at one time in their life—that nobody outside of Louisiana cares.
Naturally, Louisiana is the "Crawfish Capital of the World,”
and you can eat about a thousand of them without interfering with your appetite.
The small town of Rayne is the "The Frog Capital of the World" and if you want to reserve a room for the Jumping frog festival you better hop to it.
And yes, there is an actual Streetcar, and it's named Desire.
And that’s what epitomizes New Orleans, “New OR lins,” “New Or-leenz” or “Nawlins," or whatever you want to call it.
Over 78 percent of the pre-Katrina population has returned.
The Lower Ninth, the poorest section, has not been as fortunate.
There's still work to be done.
But, just like the Saints, I wouldn't bet against them.
Famous Louisianians 50states.com Take a look at an interesting article we found.
A guide to the best local restaurants in new orleans essortment.com Take a look at an interesting article we found.
LOUISIANA HISTORY UNDER 10 FLAGS louisiana.gov/ Take a look at an interesting article we found.
What a lovely tribute. Thank you, J. Peterman. Last night and today have been heady, intoxi...
Feb. 08, 2010 10:47 AM
What do you like best about Louisiana?
14% 23% 6% 6% 3% 46% 3%
Oh when the Saints...oh when the Saints...oh when the Saints go marching in...and did they ever! Who Dat!!!
NEW WORDS: OH WHEN DA SAINTZ,COME MARCHIN' HOME,OH WHEN DA SAINTZ COMMMMMME MARCHIN' HOME,DEY WILL HAVE DAT BRAN' NEW TROPHY, WHEN DOES SAINTZ COME MARCHIN' HOME.....
All but one of the Above ... In the Poll, that is .......
I am so very glad it is Monday .......
JALOPKIN-- Missed you, good to see you sir. I am NOT glad it's Monday.....
Wait, I AM glad it's Monday-- snowstorm coming, school cancelled. Yippeeeeeeeeeeee....................
Hot Wings, The Who, and a fairly close game. Not bad at all.
When Houstonians get together, sooner or later the topic turns to 'Louisiana'. The stories are precious, and the jokes are sometimes cruel (but always funny!), and the feeling is always the same. Louisiana is the little brother or sister who everyone loves but who 'went off the tracks' and never grew up to be a responsible member of the family... but folks forgive all because being successful and serious just ain't that much fun -- and every family needs a clown (even if it's somewhat tragic clown).
Fifteen {15} degrees, and the upgrade in the temperature will be just enough to allow us to receive a giant snowfall. Humbug.
One joke everyone knows..... "Q: Do you know why God created Louisiana?""A: To make Texas look good (in comparison)."
I've driven scores of trips to northern Louisiana (where I moved my youngest brother about 18 years ago). Incidentally, Louisisana is TWO states stuck together -- the bible belt Baptist north and the Roman Catholic Cajun south. My brother gets along fine even though he's a 'transplant' from 'Up North' and Catholic to boot (folks forgive a lot in Louisiana; they have to!). In fact, when he first moved to 'the other LA', he was amazed at how friendly and welcoming everyone was. It was a couple of months after he and his (then) wife from Vermont had settled in that he discovered the previous tenant in their rent house had been the town's crack dealer... I pointed out to my brother, 'Well, you know one thing for sure. Folks would rather have a Yankee living next door than a crack dealer!" ..... Oh, the ex-wife? [Nice lady incidentally, though a bit strange....] My brother -- engineer to the core -- went to pick her up at the airport shortly after he'd rented the aforementioned house, and she told him she was starved and would really like to go out to a good restaurant.... (Yep, train wreck coming!). Well, on 'the other side of the tracks' the BEST barbeque in town was served in a broken down little shack by a black lady who ran her ramshackle establishment patronized by folks from near and far. It wasn't what my ex-sister-in-law had in mind, for sure! And that marked the beginning of a very dysfunctional relationship between her and LA. It ended when she announced (seven years later) that she was going home to Vermont, apparently expecting him to quit his job and follow. Instead he wished her good luck, helped her load the U-Haul, gave her some 'starting over' money, and waved good-bye. Such is life..... (P.S. My brother is in 'the wood business'; Vermont is heavy on rocks but not a good place if your field is plywood, woood treatment, or Southern pine!)
I once (early on) decided to take a short cut to visit my brother up near Monroe (which added an hour so the trip, oh well....) I got to the historic town of Natchitoches on the Red River and took the first bridge east.... Uh, the road went from wide to narrow, and when the dotted line down the middle disappeared, I figured I might be in trouble. When it turned to graded, I figured it might be a good tiime to turn around. Back in town, I asked for directions and a nice fellow told me to keep going north to the long bridge (at least that's what I heard). I passed one pretty short pretty bridge in the middle of town, looking for the long one, and -- sure enough, came upon a huge and magnificent structure which took me across the Red River. When I got to my brother's house, I (of course) had to explain why I'd arrived so late. He listened to my story, and began to grin, which struck me as a bit odd. He explained: 'Well, they don't call that briidge that because it's long; it's the Long Bridge." And suddenly the mental image of Huey Long flashed across my mind and I realized it was sheer luck that the Long Bridge was the long bridge. Otherwise who knows how long I might have been driving around in rurual Louisisana!
Does anyone else find the Vermont Teddy Bear Co. ads creepy?? Grown women opening a box & swooning over a teddy bear in trashy undies???? Something is very wrong w/ this picture. Maybe next year the company can make special Barbie dolls for women.....
For that very special valentine....
bebe..........................it's a beautiful snow here also......i had no idea it was suppose to snow.........winter wonderland......and yes...the teddy bear thing is creepy.
good morning all!!
OOOHhh CUUKOO-- it is gorgeous here-big,fluffy flakes floating down. Stay cozy & enjoy your winter wonderland.
bebe...only thing better is the pajama gramma..."new"...hoodiefootie....now that's something that would be useful....wear 'em under my carhart coveralls with the muck boots and i'd be all toastie mucking stalls......if they'd just make em in the sham wow stuff. sexy.
Cuukoo~you're lucky they are not made of burlap...imagine that(heh heh)...Strewberry festival in LA., takes over the small town of Pochatoula, on the north shore of Ponchartrain....fond memeory of our first big RV, and giant flats of the greatest strawberrys,and the blender,and the icecream maker....oooooh
You guys enjoy your snowy winterwonderland. A fresh snowfall is kinda like a new haircut just after the barber brushes the talcum off the back of your neck or a newly paved sidewalk that's just waiting for you to scratch your initials or leave a hand print. We have blue skies, white clouds, and just enough snow to be swept off the sidewalk .. .. .. or just left alone if it pleases you. peace out
Here is a link to a CPR site, not something to be taken lightly,especially with all the snow,and people that are not accustomed to doing a lot of shoveling http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5huVSebZpM
What a lovely tribute. Thank you, J. Peterman. Last night and today have been heady, intoxicating and just so nice. My husband, a 43-year Saints fan, has always hoped for a Saints Superbowl win. They struggled for so long, it makes the victory sweeter! Last night we watched the game at home and ate chicken-and-sausage gumbo. Today the weather is sunny and temperate, he took the day off and we'll go out for coffee and beignets (puffy square donuts dipped in confectioners' sugar). Visit Cafe du Monde in New Orleans and you can find them there. Do you know, a recent national survey said people in Louisiana are the happiest people in the nation. Life is savoured here. Come, visit and see for yourself.Cee HowardBaton Rouge
more on the honor rollBebe: The women going into blissful mode when opening the Vermont teddy bear gift do not impress me as being the sharpest knives in the drawer...... Thoughtful intelligent women would likely wonder how meaningful their commitment to their "significant other" actually WAS, should they receive one. The idea is right up there with getting someone a "Chia pet," the clay sculpture embedded with grass seeds. Special romantic occasions call for dinner & dancing at a classy place with special memories.....
I should have got in on the office pool because I'd be rich this morning. Everyone else was betting against New Orleans.
I loved the time I spent in Louisiana and still have lots of friends living there. I remember my first trip into New Orleans...a three day pass from tech school at Keesler AFB. I took a bus into the city, stayed at the mom and pop run B&B way back before B&Bs were the in thing in the U.S. visited the zoo and was reintroduced to one of the white tigers that had been born at the Cincinnati Zoo when I was doing a high school internship, roamed the Quarter, listened to fabulous music, talked to everyone I met and got lots of good advice on where to eat that wasn't a tourist trap. Best of all my smiles were always returned with bigger smiles.
Of course, everytime I visit I gain 20 pounds. But it's worth it.
Regarding the snow. I got lucky and only got about 8 inches of the stuff this weekend. Luckily, I was able to get in touch with everyone I know on the east coast. Though snowed in they all still have power.
My friend Terri, who is a meteorologist, said that if the snow would have been the dry, powdery kind then everyone would likely have gotten about 5 times as many inches. So I consider us lucky not to have more.
I'm hoping hte photo upload works soon as I have some really pretty pictures I took over the weekend that I want to share.
completely off topic...here is something to make you laugh http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L1_W0LCHwK4&feature=sdig&et=1256920443.81
just go ahead and watch
Of course I miss what was called one of the greatest SuperBowls in history. Stupid rabbit ears!
I've wanted to visit New Orleans every time I've watched "The Big Easy"; and that's been quite often.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Q0zZ0VdlUM
Stoney - A week from tomorrowour boys in blue and white, the boys of summer will be squinting at the Arizona sun like bear cubs coming out of hibernation. The national anthem and and those immortal words that knocks the rust off of everyone in earshot..... 'PLAY BALL' .......can't be too far behind.
Meanwhile and far away .. .. looks like we got some white stuff heading our way.
http://www.earthcam.com/usa/louisiana/neworleans/bourbonstreet/#
this is a live camera of Bourbon street, and depending on your line speed, you will have a vantage seat for the parade
Bungey jump naked, I don't think so.
I'm having a hard time convincing myself to repel down a 17 story bank building in Baltimore this spring for The Maryland Kidney Foundation.
Peter Lake,
Thanks for the countdown and though watching baseball with cold balls... bats, fingers and toes, is less than ideal, spring training is a pleasure and April is the price, it seems, we must pay for May.
You're right about the snow: that spiky interlocking stuff that likes to pillow together and falls, if you can call it that, with such lack of purpose and enthusiasm that if we could do it, we would simply step out of the plane when it came over the house and save the drive from the airport.
The mere threat of the broom sent it running.
Six to ten more inches on the way.
DOC NOLAN: If it was so much better "Up Home" what the Hell did you come down here for ??? And why don't you go back to wherever it was, and take an Arab under each arm ??? You, like most everybody else, wonder why the War has never ended down here ... It has a lot to do with people making stupid jokes like the one you quoted, because they are jealous that they aren't Texans themselves ...
good game, it was indeed.
I still love Peyton Manning, tho. Wait till next year...
and I liked the Bud commercial, although it had to be explained to me.
Dancing Katz: Get ready to add to the 8" you got the other day in Dayton. Chicago is expecting 10" and Cincinnati 4" to 8" {on top of what is still on the ground}.
Everytime I think of New Orleans, I think of "Midnight in the Garden of Good & Evil." The Southern part of the state is Catholic, but with a heavy dose of Haitian style voodoo mixed in for seasoning. I love any city with operational streetcars, so this town qualifies. I hope the sports win will help jumpstart what has been a sagging recovery after Katrina. Things never will be the same, the population has largely gone forever, but the atmosphere is magical, romantic......and music is the language of the natives. Tulane has a great law school, but many students wash out, the lure of Bourbon Street conflicts head to head with the neverending reading & dissecting the professor's hypotheticals, some which surely must have been devised in the devil's own workshop.
Bert~ the Devil's own workshop krew has a killer float in the parade.... ;-)
PL- I haven't thought of "The Big Easy" for awhile---thanks for reminding me to see it again.
BERT- I think the legal system should look into a possible connection between men who buy a VTB company teddy bear for their sweetie & serial killers. It just seems.....
CUUKOO-- the Sham Wow jammie sounds soooooooo snuggly. And sexy to boot....
Boy o boy, I have been trying to put together a small group donation, to exactly them,Vermont Teddy Bear, to send the poor kids in Haiti something to hold...My Mom, and poor Pinky loved their bears, whenever they got one...Yes, you can make it creepy, but that is prolly with intent by the sender, not the Bear Co....and anyway, I was always taught it was the thought...'thinking of you in pajamas' is a thought that is,or should be, an intimate message...
Where's my gumbo?
Bert: Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil took place in Savannah GA, not New Orleans. In Savannah, you'd be made into gator bait for that gaffe.
You are absolutely correct, P4 .......
'I do believe that the 'onesie' described by cuukoo1 and bebe could aptly be named the 'Sham Wowzah'. ..... JMO, and it was intended (and hopefully taken as) a compliment of the highest order' he says as he puts his shovel down before he digs the hole he is standing in any deeper.....
Can we schedule a Savannah v. New Orleans cookoff?
Bebe, yes, the teddy bear ads are really creepy. Someone we know also collects dolls and has them and her teddy bears all in a room on display..........talk about creepy. When she showed it off; we kind of had that smile, you know the one, where your upper lip gets stuck to your teeth.....a whole large room dedicated to stuffed dolls and teddy bears all staring unblinkingly at you.....ewwwwwww.
PL,
I was thinking while watching The Usual Suspects (again), that it might just be easier to sell a color-blind ligyrophobic on The Blue Man Group than to explain that movie to somebody who hadn't seen it... about twenty times and even then...
Michael: didn't you get your gumbo yet? or how about that Yellow Death mac and cheese thing you were talking about yesterday?
We're doing Southeastern Wisconsin Style Chili, which bears a striking resemblance to Northern Illinois Style Chili - you're welcome to all you want, providing you can wait a few days for FedEx shipping, or forever for the US Post Office...
Offer's open.
Dining on our not-famous chili while wearing the male version of the Shamwowza Onesie could be just the ticket for yet another wintery interlude...
P4: I've passed on the Mac until (maybe) tonight. Or maybe another night. Haven't decided yet.
RY-- the reason I find the ad very creepy is how it seems to promote the infantilization of grown women. In no way am I passing judgement on what people desire- like your beloved Pinky I too have a bear from my childhood & my father's childhood bear- they are very precious to me. The way they advertise just has an ick factor I cannot overcome. (I also have stuffed bears & others that go by the christmas tree) I believe that the Pajamagram co. is owned by the teddy bear co. And yes, pajamas are an intimate & private thing-- GET IT OFF MY TV!!!!!!!!!!!!!! This company has a slime factor that is hard to ignore.
Stoney; that is a great movie and each time I watch it ( a lot ) I'm struck by how you just don't see it coming if you've not seen it before.....yet can still appreciate it while watching it again and again and again..............
Stoney - As Keyser Soze says ‘The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist'
great cast, great story.......
As for The Usual Suspects (also one of my favorites) I think that even though you know the story, the reason you appreciate it again and again is that you are able to relive and appreciate that ever so delicious moment when you realize what has just happened. Seeing a great story told well never gets old.
Hey, Jalopkin, don't get a burr under your saddle. I've heard that joke from natives. As for where I came from, beats me... I just wander from place to place taking the good and the bad, laughing and loving, and finding humor where I find it.... Life is too short to get all wound up over geography. (Then again, when folks tell Irish or Italian jokes -- and I've got both backgrounds -- I enjoy the jokes. Maybe I'm just not defensive enough.) I wasn't intending to upset you, for sure.
Oh, about those two Arabs, make them Lebanese. (Their food is the best!)
btw - Stoney, thanks for the new word. ligyrophobic. Ill have to spend some quality time on the back steps of the caboose to use that one in a sentence. We are currently experiencing the pending snow storms scouting party. They will be reporing back to command that the snow is now sticking.
BeBe~when it came to creepy commercials,it was a benchmark to see the former Presidential candidate,and war hero,who could barely hold a pencil upright,talk about his erectile disability...imagine answering the question of "what's that?" to your grandaughter....but kids do understand PJ's....and no one ever went broke underestimating the taste of the American public (thanks,Mencken)...
RY-- I so remember that commercial & it certainly was a benchmark in creepiness. Bob Dole- we hardly knew you & then, well, we knew way too much....
Two years ago we were visiting my wonderful in-laws. My mother-in-law & I were watching a movie on tv & a commercial came on. A woman was in an elevator & her phone started ringing, but she seemed inordinately embarassed by a cell ring. Weird. Then you realize it's not a phone vibrating in her bag, it's a sex toy. If I could have sunk into the couch & disappeared I would have. My mother-in-law was NOT amused.......
BeBe~..I am laffing so hard, I am picturing her holding that thing up to her ear
You're a True Mensch, NOLAN ... a Luftmensch at that(Ask Your Boss) ....... God Love You, God Bless You, God Help You ....... Evidently He is the only one who can ..............
My loyalty to the Saints is as long and wide as my dislike for the "other" football team in Texas... North Texas. My boss was a rabid fan and delighted in the embarassment that was the Oilers... when they decided to move and become the "Titans" my boss had moved back to Dallas and called me. "Now you have to be a Cowboys fan!" he cackled. I replied to him "GEAUX SAINTS!!!!"
We had a stylized black silhouette of Pee Wee Russell above the phonograph at home. I made it and hung it there. I was thirteen.
When, in the fifities, the Assunto brothers and the Dukes of Dixieland developed a sharper, punchier way of recording that music than anybody else had to that point, it wasn't like dying and going to heaven. It was like heaven came here in the form of round black disks with a hole in the middle.
When, in '93, at age forty-nine, we made it to New Orleans the same year that we paid off the mortgage, it was a situation where everything that I had always dreamed about was just like it should be and what wasn't, was better.
It was Spring but quiet. The only thing going on was a convention of school administrators. Imagine somebody shaking a Land's End catalog over Bourbon Street.
A man of seeming importance in a pink crew neck, pants too cruel to mention and white buck shoes was embarrassed to be photographed popping out of a titty bar after midnight. Whereas he had probably posed happily in that get-up all day.
We got out in the early heat, walked around the French Quarter, marveled at the too fine and fragile antique furniture that looked to have come from a truck back upped to Versailles or something.
The guy who wrote the gumbo piece up top had it right: fo-fiddy a bowl, twice a day.
In the afternoon, we would go back to the hotel, undress and have a long nap... after a bit.
Then, a slow evening and late night of wonderful food, good no-joke drinks and great and, even better music.
Any place that offers the chance of looking up at the river that runs through it, has, at best, an unstable future but it is still the place I want to go when I die.
Ah, stoney.
I really liked that piece.
And I like this especially:
"...the too fine and fragile antique furniture that looked to have come from a truck back upped to Versailles..."
Because I believe in New Orleans, I believe that the furniture you speak of did come from France, created during a hugely plus belle epoch than any we've recently experienced -- and I want to believe too that it -- the chiffarobes especially -- could tell me stories of long ago Bourbon Street nights that would make me blush even today, if I pulled up a chair in front of it, to listen.
Thanks, again.