r/NewOrleans

Hello! No i didnt loose an item. Yes i am looking for a human (im funny right?)

I am pretty desperate and have exhausted all other possible avenues so i figured that even though this is a big shot in the dark, at least its a shot taken.

in 1994 I was put into foster care at almost 3 months old and my foster family officially adopted me at 2 years old. My Birth Mother had my little brother in 1997 and reached out to social services asking if they could take him to, who reached out to my family who said yes.

So im looking for a Woman who had a daughter in 1994 and son in 1997. I know she had one more daughter but she was already in PA and it happened way way later.

My adoptive family is my family but i mean a woman cant help but to be curious. i successfully tracked down my Birth Mother in 2021 and found out she had moved to Pennsylvania in early 2000's and unfortunately died at 47 in 2015.

I made contact with her closest friend and the family she lived with for a while in her childhood as she also had spent time in the foster system.

I did both ancestry dna tests, 23 and Me dna test, i requested my original birth certificate when they revised the statutes. While my Mom was pregnant with me she spent time at covenant house and frequented the french quarter where she did some work.

coincidentally i worked on Bourbon for 10 years just not the same kind of work she did. No one i knew who was that old school could remember her but to be fair they hardly could remember there own names sometimes.

I was born at Charity hospital and was one of the last Charity Babies. i could not get any records from them as they don't exist at all anymore. i know a chunk of information that i know has holes in it and may or may not be accurate. Consider me that one friend who yall swear works for the FBI.

I want to find people who knew my mother and also where willing to tell me about her truthfully and by that i mean, there is no ugly that is to ugly for me. Im not naive, i need truth because it involves medical information that i really really need.

I also havent been able to get a single thing on a birth father. I know that she had family but her Mother (my grandmother) was estranged during some point in my Mothers lifetime.

I dont want anything except knowledge and just to feel kinship. plus its just fascinating to me how terrifyingly alike in looks and core traits my Mother and i are. Same voice, mannerism and we both REALLY LOVE CATS.

This got passed down to my Son and i want to know if there are more of us around and if they have a cult and if they dont do yall want to start one?

My mothers Name was

Mary Ann Martin

my birth name was

Brittany Michelle Martin.

My grandmother was

Dona Marie Jefferies.

I know that they where directly related to the surname Farley and i think they had more of a relationship with the Farley side of the tree unsure if it was a good one or bad one.

If anyone knows or if anyone knows of anyone then send me a direct message. I attached Photos of Mary Ann throughout her life.

Thank yall

My favourite jazz cabbage accoutrements shop just released some new pieces, and I might definitely need this.

Thanks so much to U/buffalopotholebandit for saving so many ankles and carriage wheels on Decatur Street!

We sent this shot to the tour guide who has been in the hospital for months after breaking her hip tripping on this stupid thing.

I did not hit your car. I have zero idea what you’re talking about. If you see this and want to reach out, feel free to DM. Otherwise you’re welcome to file away. I’ll happily show you my bumper that doesn’t have a scratch on it. I’m sorry it happened to you, it just was not with my car.

Very good actually. Would eat again.

Essentially, the property taxes on our home has astronomically increased over the past two years for no apparent reason.

The home is assessed 374k with the land assessed at $34,200... and this hasn't changed in the past few years , as noted here....

Have y'all seen anything like this?

A little rescue update from our crew:

Greta is adjusting to her new external fixator, which we’re hopeful will be the final phase of her long leg-healing journey. This week marked her fourth hospitalization after yet another bacterial infection tied to her original compound fracture. She has easily been one of the most involved medical cases I’ve ever fostered, but I can’t tell y’all enough how worth it she is. Greta is pure grit, and we cannot wait to watch this girl run one day.

Bonbon is settling into her healing era in the cutest way possible — rocking new pajamas to help keep her from scratching her skin as it recovers. Our vet has her on a full cocktail of meds, and she’s already showing signs of progress, including some sweet little peach fuzz starting to grow back. Through everything she’s been through, Bonnie continues to be an absolute ray of sunshine.

Ketchup had his eye revision surgery with a specialist, and this time it held. He’s also just started his first heartworm treatment and is recovering quietly in a loving foster home — one we’re crossing our fingers turns into forever.

These dogs have been through so much, but they keep showing up with trust, resilience, and love. We’re so grateful for everyone who has donated, shared, fostered, and cheered them on. Their healing journeys are far from over, but because of your support, they have a chance.

If you’d like to help us keep saying yes to dogs like Greta, Bonbon, and Ketchup, donations can be made here:

🐾 Website: trampledroserescue.org/donate

🐾 Venmo: Venmo.com/trampledroserescue

🐾 PayPal: trampledroserescue@gmail.com

Every dollar truly makes a difference. ❤️

Not trying to ruffle anyone's feathers (or fur), but when is it considered too warm to wear furry boots (I refer to them as "caveman boots")? I was strolling through one of the local big box stores that people love to hate and was behind this young lass who was wearing her caveman boots. It was almost 80° and my feet were sweating in Nikes, so I can only imagine what her feet were doing. I thought about offering her some water so she didn't dehydrate from all the sweating her feet must have been doing.

I also wonder why people wear caveman boots in the French Quarter. I see them parading down Bourbon Street, sloshing through pee and vomit with these feet mops. The fur is in contact with everything on the pavement, just soaking it up like a Swiffer. Do they burn the boots when they get home, throw them in the washer, or just continue to wear pee infused boots? Inquiring minds want to know.

this one's pretty easy to spot.

love y'all

left some stickers for the 2nd place person too(sorry i didn't have more)

love ya mean it!