The heat index has been at about 112 since returning from Spain and my own internal thermometer is set at hot, plain and simple, hot. So how do you tolerate summer heat in New Orleans when the heat index is enough to make even the toughest swoon? 1. Watermelon – ice cold from the fridge, eaten over the sink or sitting on the sink. 2. Bike to Satchmo Fest and see if you can withstand…
I spoke to three full figured women at a party last night about how our children love to mush up in our bodies. It’s an amazing fact how Tin loves to snuggle in my breasts, knead my belly, pummel my butt cheeks. All that love to go around.
I thought it was shameful enough that while I was in Europe the powers that be in the great U.S. of A. (can we still even call it great) were having a Battle Royale over the debt be it the ceiling or the floor, and yet when Standard and Poor’s downgraded the US credit and China, our largest creditor went all dragon fire on us, I just thought, oh here we go. This is going…
You know that whole thing about intuition right? I mean Oprah dedicated her recent issue to it, The Power of Now talks about it, and Blink was all about using your gut to guide you through life. Of all the things that we were not thinking of as we juggled the mess our life was in before leaving for vacation, the one thing that seemed the most certain was that Tin would start at the…
Okay this just in – a guy admits to having sex with a cat before he threw it out the window of his apartment window. Feline vigilante For the Love of God here would like to do the reverse, with that sandpaper tongue of the little cat, and that is just beginning of this guy’s sentence.
On the trip out the door and on to Spain, we were seriously considering having to sell the LaLa but one of the main anchors that kept me from going whole hog in that direction was that Tin was starting the Montessori School right across the bayou, and he would cross the Magnolia Bridge every day that we walked him to school. This was the mental picture that I couldn’t extract from my brain. Well…
On my way to the gym I saw a truck called Jesus is the Lord Plumbing. Since I’m in that mode where I’m imagining new horizons, I wondered what I would call a new business of my own. Perhaps it would be For The Love of God and I would be a canine vigilante and go after the same people who threw a Maltese and in another event a German Shepherd into the road from…
Not only did Tin grow up so much on vacation this summer, but his hair grew like a weed. Luckily Darrin was a text message away and came over last night to take care of business.
Obama turns 50 today and of course, shares a birthday with Louis Armstrong – how great is that? I received a card in the mail, a birthday card to send Obama but I went ahead and made one of my own for him as well. I told him bluntly that my mother told me at 50 I would become a woman and that was true. At 50 I implored him to go inside of himself…
Louis Armstrong was born on August 4, 1901 in Back of Town, New Orleans – a poor neighborhood and his father abandoned the family when he was an infant. Then his mother left him to live with his grandmother and uncle. Later he moved back with his mother, a prostitute, and relatives and saw his father only in parades. He had a rough beginning and was taken in by a Jewish family, the Karnofskys, who had…