Crawfish Day

Sometimes I really wonder about where my parents shipped me off to college to. However, Louisiana has slowly started to grow on me with it’s charming, charismatic culture that sets it apart from every other state in the U.S. Just when I think I’ve seen it all, something happens that makes me feel foolish for even thinking so.

Crawfish Day at Nicholls was something that made me sit back, look around, and just thank God for being alive that day. It also made me chuckle because the people from around here think this is totally normal. It’s not. At least not for me anyway.

Crawfish Day was filled with loud music, large crowds, and good (yup you guessed it) crawfish. It wasn’t my first encounter with the mudbug but it sure was worth remembering. This is what I went to college out-of-state for, for experiences like these that I wouldn’t have gotten had I stayed home to play ball.

I still don’t say y’all, I still don’t like king cake, and I still love big cities, but silly me for thinking that this tiny little town with all it’s traditions wouldn’t one day hold a special place in my heart.


This picture is for all of my Vegas friends, I’m not sure they know what crawfish is or that it’s even allowed to be eaten.

And Then There Were Five

This weekend we had the privilege of participating in the North Texas Mean Green Spring Fling Tournament. It was a joyful ten hour bus trip from Thibodaux but a trip that most of the parents made anyway. On Saturday after being handed our first loss of the weekend by North Texas, most of the team was able to go into the comforting arms of their families.

As my roommate and I started to realize that we might be the only two girls without families to go to dinner with, we started to feel even worse than that lost could’ve made us feel.

FullSizeRender.jpgOur dim moods were quickly changed when we saw three more of our teammates get on the bus. Before we knew it we were cutting up and having a good time, even trying to convince the youngest to go ask coach if we would be allowed to order sweet tea at dinner.

What easily could’ve been a night filled with us missing our families even more than usual, turned into a memory that us “orphans” will always cherish.

Your teammates will always have your back.


P.S. none of us had the cojones to ask coach, we had water with our dinners.

She Tried, Guys.

Kelly: Hey Kimmie what are you doing?

Me: We’re on our way to Alabama baby girl, do you know where that is?

Kelly: No, but I know where California is!

This is an actual conversation I had with my precious 7 year-old baby sister. It’s in moments like these that I remember how young she actually is and makes me slightly regret going to school across the country.

IMG_5501.jpgA lot of things make me question my coming here like the way the people of Thibodaux seem to think what they wear to Walmart is acceptable. If you don’t know what I’m talking about go to the one on Canal not the friendly clean one that just opened. (Gross I’m comparing grocery  stores, don’t grow up kids it’s a trap.) But if I had to pin it down to the no. 1 reason that makes me wish I had chosen a school closer to home, it’d be a little girl with uneven pony tails and no front teeth.

On the other hand I’m the first in my family to go to college in the United States so it’s important for me to work hard and be a good role model for my baby sister. Going away from home for school and missing out on her growing up will pay off eventually.

One day I know I’ll make up the lost time I had with Smelly, starting off with showing the poor child where Alabama is.

Yes, she had a piece a bacon in her right hand. Yes, she thought she was spiderman.

We Love Mardi Gras

A common cheer among softball players is, “just find a way kid.” It can be used when your teammate is up to bat, your pitcher is in a tight spot, or pretty much any other situation on the diamond. On the day before Fat Tuesday I discovered it can also apply to life.

As soon as the email was sent out with our schedule for the week you could hear groans from all over Thibodaux. 9 a.m. practice means nothing crazy the night before. Being the unstable teenage girls that we are, we found ourselves on our way to New Orleans anyway. Now I don’t mean to contradict my last blog post in any way. But this is why we all went to college away from home, to experience things we haven’t before.

Although it wasn’t our first Mardi Gras, it was our first parade. I can confidently say that Mardi Gras in New Orleans would give New Year’s Eve in Las Vegas a run for its’ money. The marching bands composed of kids of all ages and bloats of all colors justify why people come from all over the country to be apart of it.

Between my two roommates and I we probably had over 20 lbs. of beads. We were tucked in bed by 11 p.m. and showed up to practice 15 minutes early the next day just like everybody else.


Sometimes you just have to find a way to live life.

Beer and Beads

“Only in southern Louisiana,” is a statement I find that the people from around here use equally to apologize and to boast. Today was no different. I’ve seen ball games stopped because of cleats flying off, bats flying out of the dugout, and birds flying through the infield, but never because of beer and beads flying onto the field.

Today our scrimmage was paused so that I could pick up the beer in left field thrown by one of the crazies on one of the many floats that drove by. Throughout the game, people on floats saw it as a challenge to try to get items over our fence and some succeeded.

On my way out of Barker Hall after treatment I got to snap this picture. This is how I experienced the Thibodaux parade. It might not be the greatest picture or the greatest story but life isn’t always the way our Instagram accounts portray them to be.



People come to New Orleans from all over the country to experience Mardi Gras. I came to Louisiana to earn a degree and play ball.

So I’m okay with not getting pelted in the face with a string of beads, for now.