No we're not flooded

It hasn't exactly been smooth sailing since we got to New Orleans: first the BP oil spill and now the Mississippi River threatening to put the city under 25 feet of water. It didn't happen. They opened a spillway. But it's pretty incredible to go to the Fly (part of the park right next to the river) and actually be level with the water.

I'm not describing it correctly. It's like if you make a cake but your pan is too small so when you pour in the batter, the liquid comes right to the brim and sort of sloshes over a little bit. No? How about if you're in front of a keg and you fill your red cup, but you don't move fast enough and then you have to take a few sips off the top before you can walk back to the corn hole game?

The river is up! That's what I'm trying to say! But so far so good down here.

I promised some pictures. Here's the latest recruits for the Harlem Globetrotters.

Red shirted

We were in the Mountain State this past weekend for a very important celebration. And since I always sound sarcastic, I'm just not going to write anything else about it. Here's a pic.

We should all learn to enjoy life a little more and quit whining so much

Buddy! with full fur boots

Bud-man does not like his new haircut.