Logan & Benny

Normally I avoid writing about specific RP kids (Rustic Pathways...not to be confused with "real people") but tonight I am making an exception. Two of my campers are on a cyber-wide quest to find this very blog. If they accomplish their mission--they will have deserved this entry.

Logan (Loegan?)is a fellow Ging (proper noun) and a native of Texas. Though his swag can only be matched by that of Waka Flocka Flame, I suspect him to be my long-lost twin. He often goes in and out of a British accent and carries around a half-torn-up photo of his mother whom he claims to have never met. Funnily enough, I posses a similar photo of my Dad whom I have also never met...



I knew Benny and I would become fast friends when the first words he muttered to me were, "Can we look for Sandra Bullock's Baby?" Anyone that has read my second post knows that it is a personal goal of mine to meet LB (Louie Bullock). Benny and I have spent the last week trying to locate his coordinates.

Initially I thought our rendezvous would consist of straight chilling and/or hanging out....maybe Louie would end up putting in a good word with Sandra? It wasn't until recently that I discovered Benny's evil intentions....Benny hates Sandra! The only reason he wants to meet LB is so he could use him as bait to get close to her. Once he gains her trust, he plans on stealing the Oscar to which he feels she wrongfully deserved AND RECYCLING IT. RUDE.

Eenie Menie

I am inspired to write tonight solely so I can avoid cleaning the granola off my bed. I know I really should, but the proximity between the broom and bed are far beyond what can be considered reasonable at this point. I may have to accept my inevitable fate and deal with cockroaches in the morning. Considering Lauren was greeted by one in her pants the other day, this is a genuine concern. Yet even still, I refuse to get up.

Today is Wednesday, which means another group has yet again, moved on. I will say, this last bunch kept me VERY entertained. For instance, one of the kids invested in a rubber snake which he choose to use effectively throughout the trip. Most memorably being when one of the girls woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom and found what she assumed to be a real snake lying on the floor. Immediately she ran to our room begging for us to remove it. Nancy reluctantly put on her hefty boots and started thrusting inanimate objects at the "snake" in hopes that it would slither away. It didn't.

The snake was also utilized when Paul's replacement, Mickyo came into town. Unfortunately it didn't have the same level of success as it did with the girls, so they hazed our new guy with the ultra mega death hot sauce.

This week I'm back at the Williams' house (same site as last week). Michele (homeowner) brought her iPod on site today so we sought out to create the GREATEST PLAYLIST OF ALL TIME. Seeing as how Michele is a 12-year-old girl, our musical tastes correlate perfectly. She had a ton of Justin Bieber, so I urged her to include as many of his songs as possible. CONFSSION: I know I'm late for the party, but I have most definitely caught a mild case of Bieber Fever since I've been down here. Shameful sure, but his songs are so freaking catchy! Most people walk around naked when their roommates are out, I listen to the Justin Bieber station on Pandora. It happens.

So in addition to our awesome background music, one of our kids had the brilliant idea of purchasing a large tarp and dish soap and creating the GREATEST SLIP N' SLID OF ALL TIME. Again, I can't say no to these awesome ideas. We purchased the tarp and had ourselves a fantastic afternoon!!! I swear, work does get done.

Being that I have a mere 3 weeks left and my future post-NOLA is still TBD, I thought it might be a practical idea to have my palm read. Ya know, just to see if the crazy ladies in lawn chairs lined up around Jackson Square could provide me with some direction and/or insight. Unfortunately, that turned out to be among one of the worst ideas I've ever had. "Naturally-born" palm reading lady informed me that within the next 2-3 years, I will have become a mother. Well gentleman, as a result of that conversation I have decided to join the convent and avoid all possible contact with the male species for the next 7-8 years. Hopefully then, the odds will work in my favor.

Goodnight :)

AAAAAAAND....We're Back!

Su-Su-Su-SUPPPPPPP!?

Though it's been week or so since I've felt compelled to update, so much has happened!!! In addition to having to say goodbye to another WONDERFUL & FANTASTIC group, we lost one of our staff to the magical land of Laos ::sigh:: So long Pauly D!!! My only wish for you is that South East Asia has repetitive pop stations so you can one day know all the words to California Girls. Miss you already :(

AND SO...as they always do, our new group arrived on Tuesday. So far our work sites have been AWESOME. The homeowners have made it a point to be around, which makes the experience significantly more enjoyable for the kids. The family we've been working with is wonderful:) Everyday their 12-year-old daughter and her best friend come around to help hang dry wall, chill with the volunteers and teach us how to "jerk." (There is video evidence of of my pathetic attempt at the dance move which may or may not be posted later). Despite the horrors that Katrina has brought to this family, they remain among the most positive people I've ever known. It's been a joy to be on site with them. Plus they make really great brownies. Hollaaa.

(SIDENOTE: On Friday our site coordinator suggested we all play a game during one of our extended water breaks. She decided to teach us all "WAH." "WAH" is actually the poor man's version of "SAW." It's all the same, only players shout "wah" instead of "saw" and there is no mandatory bowing to your sensei at the beginning of each round. Lame.)

The day I was almost arrested
While on site, a few of the girls asked me to escort them to the bathroom. Like a good chaperon, I happily obliged and led them on their way to an old base where our site supervisor once stayed. Seeing as how they always let us use their facilities, I saw no harm in taking the girls back. However, when we arrived, the door was locked. We noticed a few construction workers were in the back so we opened the gate and let ourselves in. Upon entering, a friendly construction worker showed us the most convenient path to the bathroom as we went on our way. We didn't get 5 steps before a man in a hard had began furiously waving his arms and shouted at us to leave. We turned around and were greeted by two men (one who was jacked and reminded me of Kate Gosselin's body guard) escorting us off the premises. The smaller one told us that we had just trespassed onto private property. The once volunteer base house is now owned by BP and if ever one of us were to pass by again, we'd be immediately arrested. Shaaaaaaaadddddy. We apologized for getting in the way and walked home to warn the rest of the volunteers. Well, five minutes later the sheriff shows up on my work site and demands to speak to "ya'lls boss." Realizing "oh crap, that's me," I went outside to see what the fuss was about. She then threatened to make an example out of me in front of the kids by taking me straight to jail for we had been warned "three times prior not to cross the premises." LIES. She said if she ever saw one of us again, we'd be taken right downtown If one of us were underage, it'd be straight to juvie. Dramatic Much? Nevermind that these are well-intentioned kids spending their summer vacation rebuilding a city that YOUR COMPANY is slowly destroying with your oil spill. I thanked her for the warning and watched as she drove away.


Alas, the day had a happy ending. One of the kids bought "Ultra Mega Death Hot Sauce" and challenged us all to a contest. The rest of the night was spent chugging hot sauce and chasing it with a glasses of milk as observers chanted participants names. I would like to say I was the responsible adult and put a halt to the situation, but I figured my time was better spent participating. It's been almost 24 hours and my insides still feel as though they are about to implode. Oh well.

I would like to thank everyone for the consistent LNT's (late night texts) I've been receiving over these last few days. It means a lot to have you all include me in your weekend festivities. I hope you're all enjoying Central Pennsylvania's Festival of the Arts. Miss yous!

Who Dat!?

It's been a while since I've updated. This mainly due to the fact that I would rather nap during my free time than write....woops. BUT tonight I am in rare form because I ran TWICE today! This entire trip I've tried keeping my morning runs a secret because I don't want the kids to ask to come with. ( I know that's awful, but I really didn't think my 20-something self would be able to keep up with a bunch of active teenagers) We got off site unusually early today, however, so one of the other staff and I brought a couple of girls to a park on St. Charles Ave. I wasn't planning on running, but since the blazing sun held me back from having an adequate morning jog today, I decided to tag along. To my surprise, it was awesome and now I'm taking them back anytime they ask. That is, as long as I am not napping.

As I stated in my previous post, our new kids arrived on Tuesday. They're dynamic is COMPLETELY different than our last. Not in a good or a bad way... just in a different way. For instance, they rave about how good the food we cook is and they do their chores the FIRST time I ask...pretty suspicious if you ask me.

This past week I brought 6 of our kids to work on a house in St. Bernard's Parrish. There we were greeted by our onsite coordinator 'We' (I don't know how to spell his name) and Lolo, an adult volunteer. I came to adore both. Lolo is a kick-butt 50-year-old 1st grade teacher who dedicates two weeks of her summer every year to help rebuild. We is a beast! He rides his bike to work every day and learned all of his handy work from YouTube. He said that his motivation to build was in case he ever had children and "wanted to build a tree house for them." How presh!

Days were spent laying down hardwood floor. I'm pretty much an expert by now.

The kids and I were lucky enough to meet our home owner Darren!. Darren told us the incredible story about his decision to stay during the storm. Because his birthday landed on the 28th of August, he decided to hang back and throw himself a birthday party. The next morning he woke up to find water streaming in from every open crevasse of his house. He busted through his roof and hung out until a random boat floated by. From then on out he has been living in multiple locations throughout Louisiana. When his house became approved by St. Bernard's, he moved back in with his mother (much to his dismay). Darren has owned his house for 20 years, and has been forced to roam for 5. Finally, he gets to come back home!

We took a pretty fab picture with him with one of the the girl's cameras. I will be sure to post it after I'm allowed to be facebook friends with her.

Goodnight :)

Mr. I'll Make a Man Out of You

TRAVEL DAY

Tomorrow my fellow staff and I will send our first batch of kids on their way, while simultaneously welcoming 26 newcomers to our loving and at times, dysfunctional family.

These last two weeks have been cuh-razyyy. Days stacked with service, nights with exploration. The kids have officially moved on from mudding and sanding to demolition and hanging dry wall...(woo I'm gonna be so ripped!) Mondays are eco-focused. Today we assisted workers in an Urban Garden by sifting through their compost and planting things. Our supervisor was a nature man named Jafar (haha), who suggested we place a feminine name to our newly-planted avocado tree in hopes that it may bear bountiful fruit. The kids agreed on Lucille. I guess they found my Princess Jasemine idea offensive?

Nighttime/weekends are a blast. They have been especially rewarding for me because as the kids are discovering the city for the first time, so am I. The locals definitely have a dynamic. My supervisor and I decided that New Orleanians are similar in part to your Grandmother. She'll shower you with love and affection, but she'll also publicly call you out for not standing up straight. In other words, it's southern hospitality with an edge, ya heard?

Some of my fav nighttime/weekend activities...

Preservation Hall: After two failed attempts, we finally made it! As I stated in my previous post, Preservation Hall was created in an attempt to restore Jazz music. For the the hour and a half we were there, time stood still. The musicians are incredibly talented and super interactive. My personal favorite was the trumpet player. He had the best voice and earned serious brownie points for being a dead ringer for Carl Winslow.


AirBoat Tours: Airboats are over-sized motorboats which take you through the bayous. While on the ride, you can gawk at and/or pet alligators. Our tour guide was a burly, middle-aged man named Greg. Greg was nice, but I was borderline convinced he was trying kill me. Every time we passed a gator he would simulate pushing me over the side and then laugh as though it were hilarious. Sensing my obvious fear, he suggested I conquer my reservations by having me pilot the air boat. Two minutes later, I nearly killed all my passengers. I've never seen so many terrified faces. Sorry kids. At the end of the trip, Greg revealed himself as one of the stars of wife swap and urged us to tune in for repeats on Lifetime. Mom and Dad...DVR?

Tipotina's: Sunday night my supervisor Lauren had the group divide up into halves. One half would go to an open mic night, the other Cajun Dancing. Never to be one to miss out on a dance party (also, the boy guides "dibbed" open mic), Nancy and I took the latter group to the local dancing hotspot, Tipotina's. I forgot to ask Lauren if Tipotina's was Cajun for "retirement home" because every other attendee was well over the age of 60. Initially I thought bringing a group of teenagers into a room full of cougars and silver foxes could be potentially troublesome, but it ended up being a blast! The owner, Smitty, fed us carrot cake and taught us a bunch of new dances. I was immediately picked up by a 70-year-old named Bob who schooled me in two-stepping. Bob must not have been impressed with my dance moves because he kept finding ways to waltz me into a dark corner where he wouldn't be ashamed. Some of the girls became quite the commodities and were often asked to dance by several senior citizens. We realized it was an appropriate time to go when one of the girls dance-partners began sniffing their hair.

And so our first trip comes to an end. I feel so lucky to have known these awesome kids. Thank you group for assisting me in van sing-a-longs, encouraging me to bite the head of a crawfish and assuring me that it is safe to climb the fourth rung of a latter. You will surly be missed.

There is nothing more depressing than co-initiating a dance party and then realizing that you're too old/creepy to participate.

Lets travel back--it all began this afternoon. We were scheduled to take the kids to Preservation Hall, a place in The Quarter dedicated to the preservation of jazz music, but had to cancel plans after an impromptu thunderstorm flooded our venue. Sad face. Instead, we redirected the group to the nearest creamery off St. Charles Ave. A solid choice, but one that would lead to 23 hyper-active teenagers. On our ride home, I realized a dance party was inevitable when I glanced back and saw the majority of girls headbanging to Evanesence. Being the LNDP(late night dance party)-lover that I am, I encouraged its continuation and carried the more dance party-appropriate speaker from downstairs to upstairs. My co-conspirator Nancy whipped out her Now 32 (God, we're getting old)CD and BOOM, it was on. She knew it. I knew it.

It should come to no surprise that 'Down' by Jay Sean (ft. New Orleans native, Lil Wayne)was chosen as our kick-off song. Naturally, I got in the middle of the floor and began repeatedly pumping my fist. It didn't take long before I noticed the kids were standing around awkwardly waiting for the adult to leave. Realizing that I was the "adult" in this situation, I hung my head in shame and meandered my way over towards the light switch. I then thought the kids might enjoy a strobe light-type effect, so I began flickering the switch on and off. Acknowledging that this could potentially be even creepier, I headed towards the office and passively observed as a good chaperon should.

I'd like to take this opportunity to apologize to my Mom and Dad for all the times they were forced to chaperon my school dances. I now understand how awkward of an experience it must have been for you.

This is the True Story...of 20 plus strangers...Picked to Live in a House...

I feel like I'm on "The Real World." That is, if "The Real World" consisted of 22 16-year-olds that I'm 1/5th responsible for...

(NOTE: Ironically enough, the 24th season of "The Real World" recently wrapped in NOLA. In fact, they left a mere few weeks ago AND I MISSED IT!!! Becoming a blurred-out bystander has always been a secret dream of mine. Oh well. I suppose you can't have it all.)

In actuality, the setup is quite similar. My fellow leaders and I spent Tuesday driving to and from the airport, picking up teenagers (most of whom have never met) and bringing them back to our pimped out mansion. Hehe, I keeeeed. BUT our base house is quite charming and comfortably fits all 22 students. We then leave them to their own devices as they awkwardly try and become BFF's. So far it seems to be working. We have been blessed with as stellar bunch. In the last 2 days I've heard endless amounts of guitar playing, watched a few magic tricks and witnessed a full on display of acrobatics. And that was just from one kid! Gel ussssssss!?!?

Days are spent doing service projects in Saint Bernard Parrish. So far hanging dry wall seems to be the primary use of our time. Our site coordinator is a spunky girl named Heidi who goes to great lengths to try and keep the kids entertained while on site. She also encourages spontaneous dance parties, which I obviously support. During one of our later water breaks everyone seemed to be in a heat-induced rut, so I did the only logical thing I could think of....taught them SAW. Unfortunately, they didn't take to it as well as SE (maybe because there was no loser pizza), so we played 'Big Booty' instead.

In all seriousness, I'm hoping the homeowners turn up at some point so the kids can know who they are creating a home for. That for me was the most rewarding part about Habitat and I only wish for them to have a similar experience.

Nights are spent exploring this fantastic city. Last night we took everyone to a free concert in The Square (Soul Rebels...ever heard of it!?)and tonight soccer and sunset at The FLY. Unfortunately, I did not get to witness the sunset seeing as how I was sent on a super-sleuth mission to the grocery store. Might not seem like a big deal, but it was the first time I've driven in the city by myself which is quite the feet for someone like me.

Hokay, time for bed. I miss you friends.