Showing posts with label Belle Chasse. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Belle Chasse. Show all posts

Friday, September 25, 2015

Another Trip to Belle Chasse and Some New Fabric

Swamps by Lake Pontchartrain
Pelican at Middendorf's
Yes, he left his briefcase thing in Belle Chasse yesterday.  So he needed to retrieve it.  Remember my last trip to Belle Chasse for Frank?  No way was I going to do it again.


He was supposed to b working at home today, so he suggested we head out for lunch at Middendorf's in Akers, LA between Pontchatoula and Kenner, LA on the way to Belle Chasse.  I jumped at that opportunity.

While we were there, Edwin Edwards, the ex-con Governor of Louisiana, came in.  So we had lunch with him and his grandson and a friend.  He looks amazing for being 87 years old. 

My favorite thin friend catfish, in fact, the only fish I ever eat!

Late yesterday the Grad Caps arrived.  I am going to put them on the back of the Graduation Quilt for my niece Mary Elizabeth graduating from Loyola University in the Spring.  The FQ stack is the Cirrus Solids from MassDrop.  I have the newsprint coming in today or tomorrow.







While we were driving, his odometer hit 100,000 miles.  He has a 2013 Accord! Yes, he drives that much. 

Here are some photos from the Trip to Belle Chasse through New Orleans:




New Orleans Skyline and the Superdome











The Greater New Orleans Bridge, commonly called the Twinspan. It takes you across the mighty Mississippi to the West Bank where Belle Chasse is located.

You  might remember this bridge from Katrina, where there were hundreds of people stranded on top of it.

It takes close to 2 hours to get to  Belle Chasse then another 2 back.  It took all day and I am REALLY tired of being in the car.

I would not EVER EVER EVER in a million years, want to do Frank's job!














Wednesday, June 3, 2015

I have no pictures of the event

I was sitting casually around in my pjs and messy hair and the phone rings.  Frank was long gone and I was trying not to cough up a lung.  I was just going to sit around and try not to die.

I  hear his voice say, I am going to ruin your day.  And he did.

When Frank left he drove to McD's to get tea and a breakfast biscuit since he was late pulling out of here he got no breakfast.  He had a meeting in his Belle Chasse office 2 hours away.  Getting into the car at McD's he put all the stuff in his hands on top of the car roof.  He got in, collected his stuff, pushed the on button and drove off.

Two hours later he gets to Belle Chasse and looks for his keys, nowhere to be found.

The really bad thing about having a car with a push start is that you don't need to know where your keys are.  But they have to be within 3 feet of the starter.  Which includes the roof.

I had to drive to Belle Chasse.  To get there I had to drive to New Orleans, cross the entire city of New Orleans, and I had to cross the Greater Mississippi River Bridge over to the West Bank.  I had to go all through these little backwater cities, and to the IntraCoastal Canal.

I was NOT a happy camper.  Now I could not sleep, or sew or set the Roomba off to work on my floors, or to take the cough medicine that makes me sleepy.  And I had to drive past Jones Creek Road, which is generally as far as I like to go.

But I went because he is the father of my child and I need him to keep me in quilting notions.  

Well, I lied, I do have an old photo of the Greater New Orleans Bridge from a Carnival cruise ship  as we were leaving for Key West.  Which is much farther than Belle Chasse.

So my warning to him the LAST time this happened (I  didn't have to drive as far  because he was in Baton Rouge) and to you now, is to hold the keys in  your hand AS IF YOU WERE PUTTING THEM INTO THE IGNITION and push the button to turn the car on.  He did this for a while, but admitted that he had not continued the pract6ice.

he also admitted that he had not lost his keys like this when he DID as I suggested.

So I am right!  Yes!