We went to Joe Patti's on Christmas Eve to get shrimp and oysters.... because that's what I wanted to eat this Christmas. I have started to realize that Turkey and Ham are overrated. Really.... how much turkey can you eat without just going nuts.
I decided Shrimp and Corn soup on Christmas Day, BBQ Shrimp on Christmas Eve and Fried Oysters the day after Christmas were what I wanted this year.
Which takes me back to Joe Patti's. It was packed. We walked in the door with our ice chest and pulled number 89. They were calling number 24.... While we waited to get our seafood and check out they went through 200 numbers in one hour... amazing.
It wasn't that bad, but it was interesting. The old man, Mr. Patti, was on the microphone. I am going to call him MC Patti Wack. Boy did he love to hear himself talk. He was calling the numbers.. but it was more than that.... I will try to recreate the scene....
"number 32, 32, OK number 33, number 34, hey there's my oyster man, Mr. Tom. Hey Mr. Tom. Number 35, where is the little lady who wanted 10 lbs of shrimp... Shrimp. It's good for the soul. Eat more seafood. number 36, number 37, we will have clams in one hour... lobsters are very good.. eat lobster and number 38"... and so it goes...
OK, now think of the Rev. Jim Jones audio tapes..... "come on now, don't be afraid, drink the kool aid.. Jesus will be waiting for you... come on... line up...." That was the tone of voice MC Patti Wack was using....
I swear, it was weird and funny and a little unnerving all at the same time.
So, that was my funny Christmas Eve Shopping Story. I don't know how you spent your Christmas Eve.... but I was gettin' some skrimps and NOT drinking the kool aid.
Friday, December 26, 2008
Friday, December 12, 2008
Military Spouses - Bringing Sexy Back
We're bringing sexy back! That's us. Military Spouses. We can do it all.
While we are raising the kids, cooking, cleaning (or supervising the cleaning lady), grocery shopping, signing contracts with the Orthodontist, observing dance classes, ordering costumes, decorating for Christmas, buying gifts, convincing the 3 year old that she is a sheep and not a dog.... we find time to bring sexy back.
As I was in the checkout line at the Commissary on Monday morning, something caught my eye. No, it was not the Supersize Snickers. It was the huge letttering on Military Spouse Magazine - Bring Sexy Back.
So, of course, I bought it. When I got home and unloaded my groceries I sat down for lunch and read my new magazine. 9 ways to reignite your relationship after having a baby. #2. Take a Shower. Occasionally pause for a look in the mirror and try to show your husband you are trying to look nice for him.
Ok, that more than pissed me off, until I looked down and realized I had not showered that morning. I was wearing a lovely tan baseball cap, black pants, black flats and white sweatshirt with a drop of sweet chili sauce from my sushi summer roll.
Next article Keeping Control of the Family while he is deployed. I liked this one.... don't be surprised if you are more emotionally reactive, irritable, argue more frequently, struggle to stay focused on tasks, can't sleep, can't wake up.... this stage can last 3-6 weeks. I didn't need a magazine to tell me that. They say to "take control of the train". Whatever!
It was at that point I put threw the magazine away, finished my sushi and got back on track. Pick up kids, make supper, wash clothes and bring sexy back!
While we are raising the kids, cooking, cleaning (or supervising the cleaning lady), grocery shopping, signing contracts with the Orthodontist, observing dance classes, ordering costumes, decorating for Christmas, buying gifts, convincing the 3 year old that she is a sheep and not a dog.... we find time to bring sexy back.
As I was in the checkout line at the Commissary on Monday morning, something caught my eye. No, it was not the Supersize Snickers. It was the huge letttering on Military Spouse Magazine - Bring Sexy Back.
So, of course, I bought it. When I got home and unloaded my groceries I sat down for lunch and read my new magazine. 9 ways to reignite your relationship after having a baby. #2. Take a Shower. Occasionally pause for a look in the mirror and try to show your husband you are trying to look nice for him.
Ok, that more than pissed me off, until I looked down and realized I had not showered that morning. I was wearing a lovely tan baseball cap, black pants, black flats and white sweatshirt with a drop of sweet chili sauce from my sushi summer roll.
Next article Keeping Control of the Family while he is deployed. I liked this one.... don't be surprised if you are more emotionally reactive, irritable, argue more frequently, struggle to stay focused on tasks, can't sleep, can't wake up.... this stage can last 3-6 weeks. I didn't need a magazine to tell me that. They say to "take control of the train". Whatever!
It was at that point I put threw the magazine away, finished my sushi and got back on track. Pick up kids, make supper, wash clothes and bring sexy back!
LoJack Jesus.
I thought it was a joke, but Churches all over the United States have been setting up tracking systems for Little Baby Jesus.
They have LoJacked Jesus.
Some morally challenged, and I am sure heavily intoxicated, holiday revelers have been stealing Baby Jesus from the community Nativity Scene. We have reached a new low.
They have LoJacked Jesus.
Some morally challenged, and I am sure heavily intoxicated, holiday revelers have been stealing Baby Jesus from the community Nativity Scene. We have reached a new low.
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Small Town
I was glad that I grew up in a small town. It really was fun when I think about it. But I am glad that I got on a bus every morning bound for Ruston and Cedar Creek School. I was just thinking about a few things that made me smile, so I jotted them down for you.
I loved riding in the back of a pickup after baseball games to Dairy Queen. It was a bonus to find James Greer there dancing like Elvis.
Thinking for years that Pete Clarey sold Grits. He actually sold The Grit newspaper.
The Blue Christmas Tree Lady. Dad told us she never took down the tree, just closed the shutters.
Knowing it was 6 o'clock when you heard the fire whistle.
Christmas Morning at Momsey and Pops's house on North Polk , waiting for Mr. Mike and the rest of the fire department to come screeching by the house on the way to a house fire across the railroad tracks. Remember folks NO WRAPPING PAPER IN THE FIREPLACE.
Going with Dad to Lindy West's house to pick up Tamales and seeing my first framed picture of MLK, Jr., JFK and Black Jesus. That freaked me out for a few weeks and you can't find Tamales that good anywhere.
Trying to get my hair into a bun like Mrs. Stone. Wanting to drive the
bookmobile.
Being embarassed when mom popped her own popcorn and took it into the theater.
Everyone had a CB Radio, except us.
Everyone had a police scanner, except us. We had Mr. Mike.
The Kiwanis Talent show when Kent and JH were the killer bees. Now that's funny!
It was a great day when we got all those cable channels and we watched WGN and TBS all the time.
When I saw the Junk Yard Dog at the Broasted Chicken Donuts (now Melba's). Wrestlers look much bigger on TV.
Having stores that you called "Broasted Chicken Donuts" and "Ice Milk Beer". The second one is in Winnfield. Does anyone know the real name of those stores?
Riding bikes with no helmets or shoes.
Snakes on your driveway.
Counting the overhead lights in the First Baptist Church wondering how long that old man, the one who sat on right side of the church, could string out a prayer.
Birthday parties at Dambi's Pizza. What was that guy's name that ran that place?
Anyway, I could go on, but it's dancing day and today is parent observation day and costume measuring day. It would be much more enjoyable if they just would serve beer at parent ovservation day. But then again, we would probably ruffle some baptist feathers.
Peace, Love and Continental Can.
I loved riding in the back of a pickup after baseball games to Dairy Queen. It was a bonus to find James Greer there dancing like Elvis.
Thinking for years that Pete Clarey sold Grits. He actually sold The Grit newspaper.
The Blue Christmas Tree Lady. Dad told us she never took down the tree, just closed the shutters.
Knowing it was 6 o'clock when you heard the fire whistle.
Christmas Morning at Momsey and Pops's house on North Polk , waiting for Mr. Mike and the rest of the fire department to come screeching by the house on the way to a house fire across the railroad tracks. Remember folks NO WRAPPING PAPER IN THE FIREPLACE.
Going with Dad to Lindy West's house to pick up Tamales and seeing my first framed picture of MLK, Jr., JFK and Black Jesus. That freaked me out for a few weeks and you can't find Tamales that good anywhere.
Trying to get my hair into a bun like Mrs. Stone. Wanting to drive the
bookmobile.
Being embarassed when mom popped her own popcorn and took it into the theater.
Everyone had a CB Radio, except us.
Everyone had a police scanner, except us. We had Mr. Mike.
The Kiwanis Talent show when Kent and JH were the killer bees. Now that's funny!
It was a great day when we got all those cable channels and we watched WGN and TBS all the time.
When I saw the Junk Yard Dog at the Broasted Chicken Donuts (now Melba's). Wrestlers look much bigger on TV.
Having stores that you called "Broasted Chicken Donuts" and "Ice Milk Beer". The second one is in Winnfield. Does anyone know the real name of those stores?
Riding bikes with no helmets or shoes.
Snakes on your driveway.
Counting the overhead lights in the First Baptist Church wondering how long that old man, the one who sat on right side of the church, could string out a prayer.
Birthday parties at Dambi's Pizza. What was that guy's name that ran that place?
Anyway, I could go on, but it's dancing day and today is parent observation day and costume measuring day. It would be much more enjoyable if they just would serve beer at parent ovservation day. But then again, we would probably ruffle some baptist feathers.
Peace, Love and Continental Can.
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
This deployment is killing me.
It has only been a few weeks, but this deployment is going to drive me to the nuthouse.
I don't know if I just didn't care or was just oblivious to things during the last deployment, but this time.... damn. I am so tired of all the extra paperwork on my end. This shit sucks big time.
Every time I turn around I have to send copies of orders or copies of orders for the past two years and a power of attorney or the medical liscence renewal with a check and copy of power of attorney.
Man, I'm just f@#king tired of this.
I don't know if I just didn't care or was just oblivious to things during the last deployment, but this time.... damn. I am so tired of all the extra paperwork on my end. This shit sucks big time.
Every time I turn around I have to send copies of orders or copies of orders for the past two years and a power of attorney or the medical liscence renewal with a check and copy of power of attorney.
Man, I'm just f@#king tired of this.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Stupid Clause
Do professional athletes have one? Just wondering.
If I were their employer, I would definitely have a Stupid Clause in their contract.
Plaxico Buress - if that's how you spell his name - shot himself in the thigh at a N.Y. nightclub.
It was reported as an "accidental" shooting.
Let me tell you what happened. Dumbass was f@#king with the gun in his pocket and it went off... in his pants.
Considering the large number of illegitimate children born to Professional Athletes, we could have only hoped for a shot a little more to the, well you get the idea.
If I were their employer, I would definitely have a Stupid Clause in their contract.
Plaxico Buress - if that's how you spell his name - shot himself in the thigh at a N.Y. nightclub.
It was reported as an "accidental" shooting.
Let me tell you what happened. Dumbass was f@#king with the gun in his pocket and it went off... in his pants.
Considering the large number of illegitimate children born to Professional Athletes, we could have only hoped for a shot a little more to the, well you get the idea.
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