Boy ... it's hard to put into words how to describe the devastation of the hurricane. I am sure everyone has seen the horrific images of what could actually be broadcast. I shudder to think of the images we are not allowed to see.

I always wanted to visit New Orleans. There was just something so old and strange about that place. I remember when we had to drive through there on our way to Pensacola before Zach and I were married. Me, Zach and Moe made a cross country trek through there about seven years ago. Seems like it was 77 years ago.

I came across this blog What a story this guy has to tell. And he's so fearless. Cool. I am sure he will be a great window for us.

Anywho, things like that devastation make me feel like the problems in my life are so ridiculous. I feel so selfish to be concerned with tile versus granite.

I am also mindful of all the babies and children who are left to the mercies of strangers. I think I might send some diapers. I am sure they could use them.