Mardi Gras/"Fat Tuesday"....February 24, 2009
Large Mardi Gras festivities take place in cities like New Orleans, Louisiana; Mobile, Alabama; and Rio De Janeiro, Brazil. We took in a large parade in New Orleans, Krewe of Toath.
Buck-a-roo was all about a parade. He hollored, "Throw me somethin, Mister" for two straight hours. He remained perched atop Daddy Buck's shoulders and caught oodles of beads, stuffed animals, footballs, swords, and the coveted, spear!
Frank-o was content with the first round of beads, that when draped around his neck weighed him down to the point that he took a seat in the folding chairs and that was all she wrote. He slept through the screams of the crowds, the beat of the drums from the marching bands, and the sirens of the firetrucks signaling the end of the parade.
As we say in these parts .... Laissez les bon temps rouler/"Let the good times roll"
It all ends on Wednesday .... when I will attend Mass during the day, receive my ashes and blessing for Ash Wednesday, abstain from meat/meat products on Ash Wednesday and every Friday of Lent, and make a self-sacrifice for the entire 40 days of Lent.
LOVE ALL THE PICTURES! Especially Frank O sleeping in the chair.
ReplyDeleteGreat explanation of the Mardi Gras and Lenton seasons.
Looks like y'all had a blast. Glad everyone is feeling better.
I just loves me some Mardi Gras! That must have been so much fun. When I lived in Beaumont just a few minutes away from the Louisianna border I could scoot over there anytime and get some of my favorite cajun things. I miss that so much and was telling Carey about it in the store when she showed me this package of cracklins. She showed them to me because she know how much i love them. I told her those are NOT cracklins and that only real cracklin was made in Louisianna. You know the kind with the big soft piece of fat in the middle. Oh how I would love some good cracklin right now. I use to drive across the border and buy it in these big brown paper grocery bags.
ReplyDeleteOk this comment is just making me want cracklin so I will stop.
Have a great week!
Love and Prayers,
Tim
I just happened to find your blog. What caught my eye is the name Vaughn. That was my grandmothers maiden name (spelled without the A between H and N) and Ive been doing ancestry work. Hey, maybe were distant cousins or somethin.
ReplyDeleteIve always wanted to go to Mardi Gras. I love your description of it. Made me feel like I was there.
Have a great day :)
Mardi Gras looks like a ton of fun!
ReplyDeleteI got the balls on sale at J C Penneys
GREAT pictures!!!!! Your boys are so adorable...seriously. I just could squeeze them!
ReplyDeleteAnd Tim....what in the world are cracklins???????? I'm such a Yankee. The only thing that comes to my mind is Cracklin' Oat Bran. :)
Hi Lori me again
ReplyDeleteOh man, I still remember those Mardo Gras when we would visit Papa Jack in Mandeville. I was EXACTLY like Harley, exceot all I wanted was this little stuffed turtle they were throwing. I got, instead, the ALL COVETED spear. And coveted is right. My big brother was GREEN with envy, so I traded him for a turtle. Not my best trade, but I was little and it made me happy. I have no earthly idea HOW Cody slept through all that. Then again, he could be like my brother. Phillip could sleep through and elephant stampede!!!
Love you all, as always, and tel Jack thanks for the birthday wishes and that I'm glad he knows who "me" is too and that that was mianly for the people I don't like that have my number anyway. haha.