I call this blog "Wilderness Girl", because like Moses, I feel it is my destiny to wander through the wilderness for 40 years until I have learned the lessons I need. Only then will I be allowed to settle down and apply them... . .
Bad Poetry?
- MsAmber
- I am complex, yet simple. I am hearty and frail. I am selfish and generous. I let my emotions prevail. I want to make some sense of it. Of Life, and Love, and God. I want to bring back the simple things. I know that makes me odd. But if you'll stay and read awhile maybe you'll start to see. Then maybe I can share with you a little part of me. MsAmber
Monday, February 04, 2008
Mardi Gras 2008 - page 2
Police Line... Do Not Cross. Does this count as crossing?
I won't bore you with a bunch of pictures of floats, but here's the gist... The floats go by and they throw things at you. If you are lucky, you catch them. If not... You wind up with a concussion.
This lady was quite a character. Had to snap a photo. The people at the parade are sometimes more fascinating than the parade itself.
Yet another picture of a float. The ugliest baby in the world. Notice the pasties on his nipples?
He looks a lot like Chuckie.
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