Thursday, August 26, 2010

Nola, Nola, Nola...How I Love Thee!

Last Friday The hubs, The munchkin and I spent the day in New Orleans, it was awesome! I love everything about this city… the annoying tourists, the smells of creole and cajun that are everywhere, the beautiful baroque flower filled balconies above Bourbon & Royal streets, the old fashioned street cars… I could go on all day. I can honestly say this is probably my most favorite city in the U.S. We started the day with a walk around the FQ and through the shops of the open FQ market, we caroused Bourbon & Royal street… we got caught in the rain at Cafe Du Monde and decided to grab some coffee & beignet’s. We walked around JAX Brewery and had poboys for lunch on Decatur street, hung out in Jackson Square for a while and then ended up at the Audubon Aquarium of the Americas. It was a well spent day and I always cant wait to go back. (I could see myself living there some day)And will be going back in the next week or two so I can show mom & dad.

This is Jackson Square (behind the horse drawn carriages) and behind the square is St. Peter’s Church. One of the oldest cathedrals in the Southern United States.

Hub’s Roast Beef Poyboy with a side of Aus ju & Fries. mmm mmm MMMMMM!

Golden statue of Joan of Arc near Cafe Du Monde.

Franks, where we had lunch.

The beginning of FQ market.

The LaLaurie Mansion which is HAUNTED! It boasts to be the most haunted and most frightening place in all of the French Quarter… and this is why….

MISTRESS OF DEATH: THE HAUNTED HISTORY OF MADAME LALAURIE

The haunted history of the LaLaurie Mansion in New Orleans is perhaps one of the best known stories of haunted houses in the city. It tragically recounts the brutal excess of slavery in a horrifying and gruesome manner because for more than 150 years, and through several generations, the Lalaurie house has been considered the most haunted location in the French Quarter.
Let’s just say this story is not for the faint of heart…. and not for the weak of stomach either.

The origin of the ghostly tale dates back to 1832 when Dr. Louis Lalaurie and his wife, Delphine, moved into their Creole mansion in the French Quarter. They became renowned for their social affairs and were respected for their wealth and prominence. Madame Lalaurie became known as the most influential French-Creole woman in the city, handling the family’s business affairs and carrying herself with great style. Her daughters were among the finest dressed girls in New Orleans.
For those lucky enough to attend social functions at 1140 Royal Street, they were amazed by what they found there. The three-story mansion, although rather plain on the exterior, was graced with delicate iron work but the interior was lavish by anyone’s standards. The house had been made for grand events and occasions. Mahogany doors that were hand-carved with flowers and human faces opened into a bright parlors, illuminated by the glow of hundreds of candles in gigantic chandeliers. Guests dined from European china and danced and rested on Oriental fabrics which had been imported at great expense.
Madame Lalaurie was considered one of the most intelligent and beautiful women in the city. Those who received her attentions at the wonderful gatherings could not stop talking about her. Guests in her home were pampered as their hostess bustled about the house, seeing to their every need.
But this was the side of Madame Lalaurie the friends and admirers were allowed to see. There was another side. Beneath the delicate and refined exterior was a cruel, cold-blooded and possibly insane woman that some only suspected…. but others knew as fact.

The finery of the Lalaurie house was attended to by dozens of slaves and Madame Lalaurie was brutally cruel to them. She kept her cook chained to the fireplace in the kitchen where the sumptuous dinners were prepared and many of the others were treated much worse. We have to remember that, in those days, the slaves were not even regarded as being human. They were simply property and many slave owners thought of them as being lower than animals. Of course, this does not excuse the treatment of the slaves, or the institution of slavery itself, but merely serves as a reminder of just how insane Madame Lalaurie may have been…. because her mistreatment of the slaves went far beyond cruelty.
It was the neighbors on Royal Street who first began to suspect something was not quite right in the Lalaurie house. There were whispered conversations about how the Lalaurie slaves seemed to come and go quite often. Parlor maids would be replaced with no explanation or the stable boy was suddenly just disappear… never to be seen again.
Then, one day a neighbor was climbing her own stairs when she heard a scream and saw Madame Lalaurie chasing a little girl, the Madame’s personal servant, with a whip. She pursued the girl onto the roof of the house, where the child jumped to her death. The neighbor later saw the small slave girl buried in a shallow grave beneath the cypress trees in the yard.
A law that prohibited the cruel treatment of slaves was in effect in New Orleans and the authorities who investigated the neighbor’s claims impounded the Lalaurie slaves and sold them at auction. Unfortunately for them, Madame Lalaurie coaxed some relatives into buying them and then selling them back to her in secret.

The stories continued about the mistreatment of the Lalaurie slaves and uneasy whispering spread among her former friends. A few party invitations were declined, dinner invitations were ignored and the family was soon politely avoided by other members of the Creole society.
Finally, in April of 1834, all of the doubts about Madame Lalaurie were realized…..

A terrible fire broke out in the Lalaurie kitchen. Legend has it that it was set by the cook, who could endure no more of the Madame’s tortures. Regardless of how it started, the fire swept through the house.
After the blaze was put out, the fire fighters discovered a horrible sight behind a secret, barred door in the attic. They found more than a dozen slaves here, chained to the wall in a horrible state. They were both male and female…. some were strapped to makeshift operating tables… some were confined in cages made for dogs…. human body parts were scattered around and heads and human organs were placed haphazardly in buckets…. grisly souvenirs were stacked on shelves and next to them a collection of whips and paddles.
It was more horrible that anything created in man’s imagination.

According to the newspaper, the New Orleans Bee, all of the victims were naked and the ones not on tables were chained to the wall. Some of the women had their stomachs sliced open and their insides wrapped about their waists. One woman had her mouth stuffed with animal excrement and then her lips were sewn shut.
The men were in even more horrible states. Fingernails had been ripped off, eyes poked out, and private parts sliced away. One man hung in shackles with a stick protruding from a hole that had been drilled in the top of his head. It had been used to “stir” his brains.
The tortures had been administered so as to not bring quick death. Mouths had been pinned shut and hands had been sewn to various parts of the body. Regardless, many of them had been dead for quite some time. Others were unconscious and some cried in pain, begging to be killed and put out of their misery.
The fire fighters fled the scene in disgust and doctors were summoned from a nearby hospital. It is uncertain just how many slaves were found in Madame Lalaurie’s “torture chamber” but most of them were dead. There were a few who still clung to life…. like a woman whose arms and legs had been removed and another who had been forced into a tiny cage with all of her limbs broken than set again at odd angles.
Needless to say, the horrifying reports from the Lalaurie house were the most hideous things to ever occur in the city and word soon spread about the atrocities. It was believed that Madame Lalaurie alone was responsible for the horror and that her husband turned a blind, but knowing, eye to her activities.

Passionate words swept through New Orleans and a mob gathered outside the house, calling for vengeance and carrying hanging ropes. Suddenly, a carriage roared out of the gates and into the milling crowd. It soon disappeared out of sight.

Madame Lalaurie and her family were never seen again. Rumors circulated as to what became of them…. some said they ran away to France and others claimed they lived in the forest along the north shore of Lake Ponchatrain. Still other rumors claimed the family vanished into one of the small towns near New Orleans, where friends and relatives sheltered them from harm. Could this be true? And if so, could the terrible actions of Madame LaLaurie have “infected” another house in addition to the mansion in the French Quarter?

Whatever became of the Lalaurie family, there is no record that any legal action was ever taken against her and no mention that she was ever seen in New Orleans, or her fine home, again.
Of course, the same thing cannot be said for her victims…..

The stories of ghosts and a haunting at 1140 Royal Street began almost as soon as the Lalaurie carriage fled the house in the darkness.
After the mutilated slaves were removed from the house, it was sacked and vandalized by the mob. After a brief occupancy, the house remained vacant for many years after, falling into a state of ruin and decay. Many people claimed to hear screams of agony coming from the empty house at night and saw the apparitions of slaves walking about on the balconies and in the yards. Some stories even claimed that vagrants who had gone into the house seeking shelter were never heard from again.
The house had been placed on the market in 1837 and was purchased by a man who only kept it for three months. He was plagued by strange noises, cries and groans in the night and soon abandoned the place. He tried leasing the rooms for a short time, but the tenants only stayed for a few days at most. Finally, he gave up and the house was abandoned.

Following the Civil War, Reconstruction turned the empty Lalaurie mansion into an integrated high school for “girls of the Lower District” but in 1874, the White League forced the black children to leave the school. A short time later though, a segregationist school board changed things completely and made the school for black children only. This lasted for one year.
In 1882, the mansion once again became a center for New Orleans society when an English teacher turned it into a “conservatory of music and a fashionable dancing school”. All went well for some time as the teacher was well-known and attracted students from the finest of the local families…. but then things came to a terrible conclusion.
A local newspaper apparently printed an accusation against the teacher, claiming some improprieties with female students, just before a grand social event was to take place at the school. Students and guests shunned the place and the school closed the following day.

A few years later, more strange events plagued the house and it became the center for rumors regarding the death of Jules Vignie, the eccentric member of a wealthy New Orleans family. Vignie lived secretly in the house from the later 1880’s until his death in 1892. He was found dead on a tattered cot in the mansion, apparently living in filth, while hidden away in the surrounding rooms was a collection of antiques and treasure. A bag containing several hundred dollars was found near his body and another search found several thousand dollars hidden in his mattress.
For some time after, rumors of a lost treasure circulated about the mansion…. but few dared to go in search of it.

The house was abandoned again until the late 1890’s. In this time of great immigration to America, many Italians came to live in New Orleans. Landlords quickly bought up old and abandoned buildings to convert into cheap housing for this new wave of renters. The Lalaurie mansion became just such a house…. and for many of the tenants even the low rent was not enough to keep them there.
During the time when the mansion was an apartment house, a number of strange events were recorded. Among them was an encounter between a occupant and a naked black man in chains who attacked him. The black man abruptly vanished. Others claimed to have animals butchered in the house; children were attacked by a phantom with a whip; strange figures appeared wrapped in shrouds; a young mother was terrified to find a woman in elegant evening clothes bending over her sleeping infant; and of course, the ever-present sounds of screams, groans and cries that would reverberate through the house at night.
It was never easy to keep tenants in the house and finally, after word spread of the strange goings-on there, the mansion was deserted once again.

The house would later become a bar and then a furniture store. The saloon, taking advantage of the building’s ghastly history was called the “Haunted Saloon”. The owner knew many of the building’s ghost stories and kept a record of the strange things experienced by patrons.
The furniture store did not fare as well in the former Lalaurie house. The owner first suspected vandals when all of his merchandise was found ruined on several occasions, covered in some sort of dark, stinking liquid. He finally waited one night with a shotgun, hoping the vandals would return. When dawn came, the furniture was all ruined again even though no one, human anyway, had entered the building. The owner closed the place down.

Today, the house has been renovated and restored and serves as luxury apartments for those who can afford them. Apparently, tenants are a little easier to keep today than they were one hundred years ago.

Is the Lalaurie house still haunted? I really don’t know for sure, but one has to wonder if the spirits born from this type of tragedy can ever really rest?
A few years ago, the owners of the house were in the midst of remodeling when they found a hasty graveyard hidden in the back of the house beneath the wooden floor. The skeletal remains had been dumped unceremoniously into the ground and when officials investigated, they found the remains to be of fairly recent origins.
They believed that it was Madame Lalaurie’s own private graveyard. She had removed sections of the floor in the house and had hastily buried them to avoid being seen and detected. The discovery of the remains answered one question and unfortunately created another. The mystery of why some of the Lalaurie slaves seemed to just simply disappear was solved at last….. but it does make you wonder just how many victims Madame Lalaurie may have claimed?

The Rail line street car run across the Riverwalk from Decatur St. to Canal St.

The coral reef tunnel at the Aquarium

The amazon room at the Aquarium.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Just a Few

There is typically nothing going on as of lately. Hubs had his 3 week follow up with the doc for his surgery stuff about a week ago and all seems to be well, they wanted to do a few more tests while he was there but he just wasn’t up to it. Have no fear the doc will have his way when we go back for his 1 month visit. ;) As far we know operation baby is going very smoothly… and I cant lie… it has been fun ;) lol.

So seeing how baby has been on the brain, I cant help myself when I go into my fav. thrift stores and see the cutest little things… I reason with myself that its ok to buy it when its only .99 cents or $1.00… I try to refrain from buying much of anything, I don’t want to count my eggs before they hatch.

But… I did come across these little cuties when I was at the thrift store the other day.

I washed them and since there were only 3 I figured why waste the electricity and run the dryer when I have a nice little laundry line in back yard courtesy of my porch poles. ;) As I hung them up on the line I was reminded of my mother. I remember the times where I would often play in the back yard while she hung up the wash… yes there was quite a few years where we didn’t have a dryer. And since dad worked full time and most often had the only car we had trips to the laundry mat were not convenient. So with love I dedicate this photo to my Momma… for giving me a great childhood, and now that Im an adult and a mother I finally understand it all mom. Thanks.

Other than that Im just counting down the days mom and dad will be here to visit for their vacation. Tomorrow were headed to NOLA for the day, probably taking the kiddo to the Aquarium and hanging out around the French Quarter. Ill probably pick up some postcards as usual and Im gonna try to press a few pennies as well.

Speaking of postcards I got a few recently in the mail (I’ll post them at some point) 4 were from a trade I did with a girl from Virginia and then I got one Today from the Ukraine.

And speaking of mail my new addiction should be here soon (probably tomorrow) its my package of clothes! I have been doing some “Thred Up’ing” with www.thredup.com its an awesome website where you can pick out clothes that people want to trade and you can trade yours to get more boxes sent to you. I also have been looking into www.swaptree.com where you can trade books for movies, movies for cds and cds for books or any which 3 sequences you want. Im all for Collaborative Consumption if you couldn’t tell already. Whats mine is yours and whats yours is mine… its a good thing!

Thursday, August 5, 2010

Its a Cry Baby Kinda Night

Mmm mmm, love me some cry baby walker!

Johnny Depp rocks this look so damn well, it should be a crime!

And you cant get better than Iggy Pop, Tracie Lords and Ricky Lake in a movie!

Pleeeeeaaaaase Mr. Jailer! Wont you let my man go free!

He dont belong in prison, the only crime hes guilty of is loving me!

Thursday, July 29, 2010

My Little Artist

She painted today and it was awesome!

This she says is a painting of “Nemo Fishies” A Mommy, A Daddy and a Baby. And the blue fish is Dori (of course).

After it dried she hung it up in her room. And then the day was perfect.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Operation: Oh Baby!

So surgery went well. Hubs went in on Monday around 10:30am even though it was supposed to start around 8:30am (that's docs for ya.) They knocked him out for the whole procedure, which ended up being about 4 hours long. At the end of it all his Dr. came out to talk to me and said that things look really good, he said our chances as of that moment were really favorable. He was a bit groggy after surgery and he had to stay in recovery for a few hours but after that we got to go home. He has this week off from work and he’s just to pretty much lay around and be lazy. I try to do as much as he will let me do for him, which is a struggle for him to let me do… hes just not used to it. I just want the conditions to be ideal and for our chances to be close if not perfect, and well if that means sleeping on the chase lounge next to the bed for a week then so be it! lol. I think of the baby that I want to have and well that incites me to do just about anything! I have to say hes been really good about the recovery part hes been uncomfortable but I think thats pretty much from the dressing and the support. He hasn’t had much pain either, in fact he hasn’t even had to pop any of his pain pills, which is amazing too… if it were me Id be eating them like candy lol! He has a follow up in 3 weeks and they will check him out and probably do a test or two and then the doc will give us the green light hopefully. After that the fun will begin and we also get to play the waiting game each month… hopefully we wont have to wait forever. I think that’s gonna be the hardest part for me… to have patients. To understand it doesn’t happen instantly for even normal couples let alone our “special’ situation.I just have to be patient and not get discouraged… I know… easier said than done. lol. I know its a long shot but I still wish on my 11:11’s, my 12:12’s, shooting starts, trains with even cars, 4 leafed clovers and whatever else it takes… after all its what got me this far.

Step 1: Find a doc that does the procedure.

Step 2: Have procedure done.

Step 3: Get pregnant.

And so far so good. ;)

Monday, July 26, 2010

Sewing Storm

I made these recently…

This is my crafty little “Postcard Pocket” convenient for those trips to and from the post office. Its able to hold TONS of postcards.

A peek inside.

The back.

These I made for the munchkin (Scooby Doo & Hello Kitty Geekmarks of her vary own) ;)

Miiiiiiiiine I heart zombies!

You can see more of my craftiness and geekery at www.etsy.com/shop/CraftyLittleGeek


Sunday, July 25, 2010

Hopefully this will be me soon.

Lets just hope its not a bakers dozen ;) LOL!

Going to see the baker about making a bun.

Hub’s had his pre-op on Friday. He got the call late Thursday afternoon saying the doc in Pensacola had 2 cancellations and they were calling to see if he wanted to come in. Of course he jumped at the opportunity, and Friday morning at 5 am we were on the road to his 8am appointment. We are going back tomorrow for official surgery… Oh how I hope this goes so smoothly… I am so ready for this, Im so ready to be a mommy again. I just pray everything works out perfectly.

Friday, July 16, 2010

Last week the circus came to town

Last week was our squadron’s summer picnic and it actually turned out awesome. Im glad its over with, the hubs had been stressing out about it for weeks.Hes part of the Booster club which was putting it on. It was alot of fun, the top 3 grilled hamburgers and hot dogs and then everyone else just brought stuff. We had games for the kids like ring toss, duck hunt, water gun shoot out, face painting and a bounce house. There was also sumo wrestling and a cut throat scavenger hunt musical chair type thingy… Which was hilarious. Hubs literally ran hauling the munchkin around on his shoulder… and he was worried about the run with a ruck sack! Ha, I think hes covered! We also had the unveiling of our new 338th Dark Knights merchandise.

And as always here’s the pics.

So the item was “shoelace” and he wasn't allowed to use his own and since I wore flip flops he had to do something… and what did he do? I grabbed an Airman! The conversation went something like this…

Hubs: “AIRMAN, COME WITH ME RIGHT NOW! I NEED YOUR SHOE!”

Airman: ” Yes, Sir!”

Hubs: “AIRMAN TAKE YOUR SHOE OFF! I NEED IT!”

Airman; “Yes, Sir! Here Sir.”

Hubs: ” I’ve got a shoelace!” *waves Airman’s shoe in the air*

Hubs: ” Thank you Airman, that is all.”

Airman: “Yes Sir, Thank you Sir, Glad I could be of assistance Sir.”

LMAO!!

During the scavenger hunt. This is how he hauled her around… while running.

All suited up for some sumo!

She tried to go save her Daddy…

Some AFI airman “selling” popcorn, peanuts and cotton candy

Watermelon Eating Contest!

Little Miss Cutie Erin!

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

Awkwardly Ok...

Saturday night was the hub’s 10 yr class reunion. It was awkwardly ok… I wasn’t 100% comfortable yet I wasn’t 99% uncomfortable either. I met alot of people I just happen to see on facebook all the freakin time, so it was good to see them in person instead of stalk see them on online lol. The food was kinda meh, but it worked… this wasn’t the kinda thing you go to expecting to eat. The music was good but his group of high school buddies was just to small to get anyone out there on the dance floor without looking like an idiot (even with alot of alcohol). And speaking of alcohol that was actually pretty good and reasonably priced and a good thing too seeing how I was in the need of liquid courage. My poison is my classic Bacardi and Coke… didn’t want to over do it with the long islands, which are usually my first choice… it really depends on how much “courage” I need ;) Bottom line… most people didn’t care to talk to me or see how Ive been for the past 10 years, which is to be expected seeing how Im not the one who graduated with them, oddly enough I was more comfortable in the back seat on that night. The hubs played a good wingman, he didnt leave me but for a few mins. not that I wanted to be up his ass either but you know how it is when your at awkward social events… and Im not little miss sociable either. Point is… it gave me an inside look as to how next year will go for mine. Man, I really hope they have one… Im dieing to see some of the old high school riff raff I used to hang out with lol. I haven’t heard anything thus far as to planing the event but then again its a whole year away.

So yeah…sigh

Here’s some pics for your enjoyment to sum up the event.

His graduating class. The people who came, out of the graduating class. Ok the graduating class minus like 5 people LOL!

He took this (obviously) of me getting ready because Im a basic jeans and t-shirt kinda gal, I dont get dressed up for anything so he just HAD to take a pic to remember the moment… apparently its a big deal when I get all gussy’ed up.

I dont quite remember why he was busting out in Air Guitar style but apparently it was funny as hell. Someone had commented that he looked like Michael Jackson reincarnated and that made me laugh my ass off.

The guys (these are the guys he is claiming BFF-ness too) Hubs is in the middle with the AF Blues on the guy in the green shirt, he has known since middle school and the guy next to the guy in the green shirt, he has known since kindergarten. They are flinging the W’s because they are all from the west side of Jacksonville… yeah not Compton.

And just to clarify hubs went to what I like to call; “Geek High School” it was a public school but their classes were computer electronics, engineering, drafting, Aerospace engineering… etc.

I love my G33K ;)

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Feeling Nostalgic

Did you know you can still buy POGS? Remember POGS?… I had like a million of them and an ultimate slammer that could have probably knocked someones face off! I wonder if my mom still has my POGS somewhere?… LOL!

Oh and BTW… this makes me VERY happy!

http://amzn.com/B002GIYXSO

Amazon = Awesome!

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

SOLD!

I sold a nook sleeve, YAY!!!!

Thank you to Maggie from Boulder, CO! You are awesome and have made my millennium!

This is what she bought.

You can find my stuff for sale here : www.etsy.com/shop/CraftyLittleGeek

Silly bandz are... well...SILLY!!

Ok so my daughter has been DRIVING ME NUTS & BUGGING me about these



stupid “Silly Bandz” they are these little rubber bands that the kids these days are wearing as a fashion statement. Yes, that’s right RUBBER BANDS for gods sake!



I am honestly feeling my age today… I remember we collected stickers and later in high school it was pog’s the girls traded slap bracelets and the guys had baseball & football cards… but seriously rubber bands? Has it come to that? I think its ridiculus to spend $4.00 on a pack of “speical rubber bands”… but of course like any other parent usually ends up doing just to keep from being nagged to death…

I caved… lol.

And here is the result…

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Lately and a Prediction

Not a whole-whole lot has been going on lately, just typically the usual. The 4th was fun, we spent it with friends who live down the street. We just grilled some hamburgers and hot dogs and our kids played in the kiddy pool and had squirt gun and water balloon fights, that night we went down to the beach and watched the fire works while trying not to get torn up by the mosquito. Today I went out with the girls to lunch at Chili’s and then we went to go see Eclipse. I loved the movie of course because it is twilight after all but I loved this one particularly the best because of the way it was made and the light that was shed on alot of the “sidekick” characters. I love the angles that they shot in the movie. There was definitely alot more action and and waaaaaay more drama but it was awesome! It was how I expected it to be and I felt satisfied but not completely because I want the next one to come out like… tomorrow. LOL!

This week will probably fly by or at least I hope. Friday we leave for Florida again, Saturday is the hub’s 10 year high school reunion… woooweeee! 10 years.. yeah hes an old fart LOL! I guess I shouldnt talk, mine is next year. LOL! Im kinda nervous, excited and intimidated all in one. I just hope its not huge and I hope he doesnt do the “stupid guy thing” which is leave me by myself with a whole bunch of people I dont know or want to talk to so that he can go rub their faces in show off his vette to his high school buddies and take turns taking them for rides, because that would be very lame and Id be pretty peeved. I hate, hate, HATE being stuck with people that I dont know at all and have nothing to talk about,but I can almost predict that it will happen. :P Oh well… so long my nightmare doesnt come true it wont be a total FML, and no Im not going to elaborate. :P