Well, now she's drinking Blue Ribbon and jitterbugging to the honky tonking' beat. Get that line dance outta here, man give her room to move her feet.

Here I am, at work on Memorial Day, like always. Shit, I think I might be the only one still here. We grilled burgers for lunch, which was nice, then it RAINED. I mean it rained like it rained on my wedding day. Craziness! Maybe, I will have a honeymoon tonight, hubby is on his way home from the boat. ;)

I did not get that frozen toe yet. I little ashamed about how that al happened. On Saturday, around 12:30 I heard the ice cream truck. I opened the front door to hear how far away it was and that damned ice cream truck just sped right my house at about 40 MPH with Yankee Doodle Dandy blaring and just left me standing on the porch wearing only my nightshirt and no drawers. Yankee Doodle Dandy blaring, indeed. That makes two of us!

Thrashin' dancin' still out there, the bodies piled up high. She used to mosh in pit with the best of them, You could see those elbows fly.

I just thought I would post a few pictures of my garden spots in progress. Granted, it just now started producing after a few weeks. I have 2 jalepeno peppers, 2 baby squash and 1 baby zucchini.

Today, I placed some mulch mats around my peach seedings and staked my tomato plants. What's up with Wal~Mart not selling garden stakes? They said they did have some of those tomato plant cages, but they were even sold out of those. So, I built some garden stakes using 1" diameter wooden dowels from the arts and crafts department, recycling the staples from the mulch mat labeling and some trot line that I had in the storage room. My "garden stakes" cost about $1.00 a piece and function very well. The garden stakes are not pictured. Why do I have purple dirt in the bottom photo? I don't recall ANY purple soil on my property at all!

I also found myself purchasing a flag that had some whimsical puppy dog with a flower on his head. The flag said something about "Good Dog don't pick the flowers" Obviously, "Good" dog was not so good and picked a flower and put it on his head to be cute as not to get in trouble. Obviously, as well, I am a big dork because that Good Dog flag is now hanging from my front porch. I am such a sucker for puppy dogs! I have no idea why I did not get a picture of that stupidity.

Red, white, and blue, the future is all but past. So lift up your heart, make a new start and lead us away from here.

Have I been busy or what? This summer's workload is just going to have that much busier. I guess I should call myself lucky with all this job security.

I have plans to fly into Baltimore, maybe in August. I don't know exactly when. I am trying to figure if it better to get a cheaper non-stop from the Jackson airport or just to fly out of Monroe with a connection in preferably ATL to visit the crazy fried lady at Popeye's and the smoking dungeon over in Concourse B for about $50 more. Anyhoo, more details about that when I get them.

I am blissfully happy over the news that my friend's daughter purchase of a FROZEN TOE sherbert bar off the helado bus last night. I'm going to plan a love connection. For those who are unfamiliar with the elusive frozen toe, please let me provide a quick description. It's a pink foot shaped sherbert confection with a gumball strategically placed on the big toe like a some ol' ugly corn. It's hilarious! I love it! I have been without the wonderment that is frozen toe goodness for about 15 years now. My last and only encounter was then on Christmas day when a novelty truck passed my grandmother's house when I purchased one and a Mickey Mouse bar. Never again have I been priveledged to frozen toe. It's all so sad, but it's the kind of sadness which will come to an end very soon! I can't wait for tonight! I think I will shave my legs just for this!

And they hold you like the light, hugs the wick when this candle's burning.

Such nasty poetic lyrics!

Here's another playlist I created. Not surprisingly, Rhapsody did not recognize LeRoux, and the only version of the last song that I found, was a caberet version by two dudes that I have never heard of. Forgive them, even though I still think it's pretty.

Granted, I am aware that the name of the playlist is dorky, but it resprents a time when I new to the skating rink scene (age 5-6) and they could really rock out at the time.

The last time I actually went to the skating rink was with friends at their suggestion several years ago. They were under the influence of xanax and beer and thought it would be a good time. Naturally, they had a better time than I, and I thought all the bubblegum music that was being played was ass bad. I like my list much better.

http://rhaplinks.real.com/rhaplink?type=playlist&rhapid=1722001&from=rhapweb&ref=im&title=Some%20skating%20rink%20songs%20you%20never%20forgot%21

They all gather 'round my teepee late at night tryin' to catch a peek at me in nothing but my buffalo briefs. I got em standin' in line.

Geographical spelling can sometmes been a phonetical challenge for me being that I live in Louisiana. There are many Cajun French words used. There are also many Native American words used. There are some Spanish words used as well. It's it French or Spanish spellings with the Native American pronunciations that occasionally manage to mess things all up. It's it Heebert or Abear? Depends on where you are at or where you are from. We actually have names like Suquaknatchah, Tupawek, Filhoil and Telemaque streets. They do not sound like they look. One day my husband will finally figure out how to say DeSiard, Cheniere and Choudrant as the locals do. I, the native, even stumble on pronounciation from time to time.

Tom, Dick and Harrys need not apply. You are the bourgeois. Begone, simpleton peasants!

Silk and satin, leather and lace. Black panties with an angel´s face.

Apparently, I was in a too much in a state of shock to think of getting a pic of Sam's round shaggy bed. However, I did manage to get a couple of snapshots. One of a bizarre four eyed demon decipted upon black velvet and surrounded by a few examples of addiction vices. The other picture features a cozy outdoor oasis complete with recycled pedestal sink planters. These shots were taken during my last venture to antique alley.

In other news, I have been working on a gigantic latch hook rug to hang in my living room AND I purchased an Appalachian dulcimer which I intend to learn how to play.

It would be so nice seeing you, and it might help you too.

Today's entry is about a former and now deceased boyfriend of my mother's . His name was Sam. Sam dropped out of school in the 8th grade and went on to become a very successful man as he built boilers for power plants and traveled much. Sam and my mother started dating when I was very young being that my parents separated when I was 6 and divorced when I was 8. Sam and my mother dated on and off for over 10 years. Sam's children and I were about the same age and we all grew up together.

Sam had this crazy custom red round shaggy beg with a headboard that somewhat resembled a bandshell. Located inside the bandshell was every modern convenience that a bachelor would need to be comfortable in a love trap like that. There was a AM/FM stereo, and a color TV flanked by two rectangular mirrors.

My mother used to get scarred that the television set was going to fall out of it's place and knock her out during the night. So, she had Sam remove the TV from the canopy bedshell headboard and place it on the dresser when she would stay with him. Sam's youngest son and I used to hop though the remaining hole in the bandshell in attempt to reach the top and hopefully climb up close to the ceiling. However, we never were successful in our attempts.

I had forgot all about that shag-o-matic bed until today when I stumbled upon it at a store in antique alley. Granted the round mattress did not find it's way to the antique store, but what are the chances of me ever seeing even a part of that bed again. I would think never, being I have not seen it with my own two eyes for 20 years until today. I should have snapped a quick pic, but I did not think to do so. I may need to go back over there and do just that.

Adjacent to the red shaggy headboard of my mother's former flame was standing a totally nude mannequin. Sam would have been totally proud of that display!

Hey all right! If i get by, it's mine. Mine all mine!

Ladies and Gentlemen! Here it is, THE FINISHED PRODUCT! I hope I have captured much enchanting whimsical nature in this one of kind piece.

Are you jealous? Do you want one? Huh? Huh? Well, do ya?

It still looks like a John Deere wet dream. Pfft!

Oh, what a night, late December back in '63.

Here is a sneak preview of the windmill birdhouse that the kids and I built and I am in currently in the process of painting. I will post another picture when it is completed. my apolgies for the quality of the photo.

I thought that i'd be dead by now, but I'm not.

I started painting my windmill birdhouse a couple of nights ago. I am not promising a masterpiece, but I do hope it turns out nice. My luck is that is will look like some gingerbread thing. It is currently a John Deere wet dream.

I finally found some strawberry passionfruit Peels at my local Brookshire's. Albertson's didn't carry any Peels at all. This is weird because Albertson's usually has all the liquor. I tried it out and it was okay. Still, I like the cranberry peach flavor better.

I have been reading some Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist. I really like the way it is written because it so very simple but also beautiful at the same time. I think that the story (fable is more like it) could appeal to just about anybody. However that is only my opinion.

I finally got that Todd Snider CD that I had been wanting. He brings folks elements into different styles of music on East Nashville Skyline. He is not afraid to reflect his feelings about sell-outs, Republicans, the police and Mike Tyson. Anyway, the CD is a good time. I like it so much I just might have to order Song for the Daily Planet too.

The light of deep regret, Let me see what I dont get.

Well, I just come from Rhapsody, where I was going to make an 80's fluff puff party playlist and they do not have ANY Hipsway. They do not have ANY Benjamin Orr either! No Tracey Ullman! No Sly Fox! What's wrong with that site? Why do I have the music on CD they don't even recognize. I was thinking I had found a good thing with Rhapsody. Wrong!

However, I did feel a little special when I did find Come Back and Stay by Paul Young after some minor searching. They do have Red Red Wine by UB40, and On the Dark Side John Caffterty and the Beaver Brown Band, thank god! I thought I was going to have to go postal or something for a moment.

I'm still doing time in a Honky-Tonk prison.

If anyone has a few minutes to spare, then feel free to check out this bizarre video of a barleygrass juice facial. The "deer in the headlights" look and the exaggerated gulp the gentleman has after he has found out he has volunteered to have his face painted green is unconvincingly funny.

http://www.theaimcompanies.com/nowplaying_video-barleylife.aspx

Yes, I do drink the barleygrass powder in my juice. No, I do not use it in this manner. What the hell is Prill's water?!

In-a-gadda-da-vida, baby, Don’t you know that I’ll always be true?

Today's is David and my anniversary. It's been two years already. If I were to base our marriage on the time he is actually at home, we would not have even been married a year. I picked him up a "not very thoughtful" hat and t-shirt combo as a gift during my lunch hour. Even if I think it is a lame gift, he will act like it's the best thing since sliced bread. I think he likes me getting his occasional hat and t-shirt for him simply because it saves him from simply having to shop for clothes.

Mother's day is in a couple of weeks. I really am unsure as how to address this one. I have not spoke with her since she declared her un-blessing of the purchase of our home. I really would like to do a little something for smug-mom, even if it something as impersonal as sending her some fru-fru card.

David and I have expanded our garden by leaps and bounds. I can not recall even if I mentioned that we started one in the blog. At first it was a few squash, zucchini and pepper plants. Well, he told me to get a few sqaush, zucchini and pepper plants, and I bought a 6 pack of each, which will reportedly feed an entire baptist church tent revival. Brookshire's gave me a free package of organic cantelope seeds on Earth Day, so those were planted. Then, I found a fingerling potato that I had thrown into the yard that got missed by the mower. It has grown eyes, so it got planted also.

Richard (my brother-in-law) gave David 3 peach trees that he had started, so into the back yard they went, too. Granted, I am aware that those peach trees will not produce fruit for another 2-3 years, but I sure do love fresh peaches and can hardly wait, this is, if they live. Those trees have been looking rather wilty looking since we stuck them in the dirt. We have even been throwing coffee grounds and egg shells out in the garden spot to richen the soil.

On Saturday, the kids were pretty well bored. Ok, D.D. was bored. Stephanie can pretty well keep herself entertained. D.D. on the other other hand, thinks we should always go somewhere, like the bowling alley, skating rink or paintball or something. So, while I was out grabbing a few groceries, I found a "Home Depot" build a bird house kit. I would show what it is, but there is not such thing at The Home Depot web site. Even more bizarre, I found it at the supermarket. Albertson's has always had pretty weird stuff as far as supermarkets are concerned. I bought a set of steam activated foam rubber hair rollers there once (which work great), and I have even seen color televisions there also.

Anyway, back to the birdhouse details. I thought it was such a cool thing. All the wood was cut and pre-drilled for nails and screws, perfect for kids, you know. The best part is that is not your ordinary birdhouse. It is a WINDMILL birdhouse! Too bad the blades do not turn. I think I like it more than the kids did however. Maybe another weekend the kids and I can paint it. I might just paint it myself when David is gone back to the boat while I am stuck for something to do.