Friday...Friday...Fryday...Furreyeday

I hate Fridays. I have always liked Wednesdays, Thursday and Saturdays but never Fridays. I am always stuck in a chair typing on my computer looking at my watch wondering when Friday afternoon would end. It is the dread, the anxiety of the wait...it's just Friday and it sucks.





Crocs - Do you own some? I do and love them to death. They remind me of my EarthShoes from the mid 1970's. I wore those down to rubber nubs. But my Crocs are good to go anywhere. Who would have thought a garden clog would become a fashion statement. I believe in wearing the brightest colors I can get so here are mine:

Well that is all I have to say for this F-R-I-D-A-Y!

Laissez les bon temps rouler, cher!

We be pimpin'!

Last night the wind blew in the wrong direction but that did not stop the Bead Whore and her new friend from Monroe. These two gals went bonkers for everything that was thrown their way.

Here are they are in all their splendor:

Mardi Gras is a fun time of the winter season. It is preparation for the Lenten season, when we Christians remember what life is all about - sacrifice to the good will of others. Something Christ did for all of us.

Bead Whore...Or How My Wife Reacts To Mardi Gras Parades!

A lot has transpired since my last entry. I moved the wife and dogs down from Tennessee only to take the dogs back to Tennessee two weeks later. A 750 square foot apartment, two adults and three bird dogs is not a healthy situation. The lab mix, Mickie, barked incessantly. That caused the Brittany, Kaydee, to join the chorus; which lead to complaints from the condominium association and to my landlord. We tried doggie daycare but at $38 a day it was driving us in the fast lane to brokeville. I took them home to Franklin, Tennessee last weekend. We will retrieve them in late March when we move into our new house.





Speaking of new experiences, Mary Beth is the official southwest Louisiana Mardi Gras bead whore. Between the Krewe of Rio parade on February 10th and last night, she now has over 200 strands of beads or throws as they are know as here in Louisiana. Tonight we hit the streets again in search of more cheap trinkets.

We will probably wind up with fifty pounds of beads by the time the last parade passes next Tuesday. I can say this much our nieces in San Antonio will thoroughly enjoy playing dress up.

Well, that is all!

Lache pas la patate!

Oh, yeah - Mardi Gras Mambo, Y'all!