Friday, February 22, 2008


I'm in a completely random mood. 

1.  "Swobe" is a word.  Google it. As in, "That is the fugliest swobe I have ever seen."  (sweater + robe = swobe.)  And yes, I own one...or 3.

2.  I am so farking tired of cold weather.  Bring me sunshine...please.  I am tired, tired, tired of south Alabama's excuse for winter. 

3.  I am currently obsessed with powerade's new pink lemonde flavor. 

4.  I don't want to go to Enterprise this weekend.  Funerals give me the heebies.

5.  Last night, CSI was on not one, not two, not three, but FOUR different channels at the same time.  Two were Miami, two were LV.  Seriously. 

6.  I am completely addicted to the First 48 on A&E.  And I can't wait for the start of the new DEA show.  I'm a dork.

7.  I want Makayla to have every opportunity in the world to be happy and successful.  I wish my sister would realize what a gift she's been given with Squirrel.

8.  St. Patty-cake-day is almost here :-)  Yes, there will be green feathers in abundance.  And green beer.  Lots of it, since it coincides with two things:
1.  Arts and Crafts weekend
2. Saturday :-)
Did you know the Catholic church had St. Pat's moved this year from Monday back to Saturday?

9.  I don't think I'm going to be up to running a 10K in Memphis.  But I'll be cheering like a good girlfriend from the sidelines with a Blue Moon in my hand.

Monday, February 4, 2008


Even though I was battling the sinus monster from hell and felt like poo by the end of carnival season, I think this year may go down in my book as one of my top 5 Mardi Gras years ever.

I didn't parade as much as I usually do, mostly due to the fact that Mardi Gras season kicked off a mere 2 weeks after the beginning of 2008.  Who wants to catch moon pies and beads when you're just coming down off of the holiday rush??

But I caught up and paraded my little heart out with the jam-packed weekend preceding Fat Tuesday.

And JW.  Bless his heart--I told him a month or so ago about a "costume party" ball that we go to every year.  He jumped in with both feet and only asked one thing...."Can I paint my face green??"  He hammed it up as the Wicked Witch of the West for our fantastically awesome rendition of the the cast of Oz.  And lo and behold, he walked away as "Queen of Mari Masquers."  He'll never live it down :-)

And Joe's one of my favorite days of the entire year.  It's like an all day tailgating party that people ride by and throw stuff at you. 

I'm just rambling, because I hate to see another Mardi Gras season go by, but lordy, I had a great time. 

Time to pack up the beads, masks, and costumes til next year...

Friday, February 1, 2008

Dauphin Island Four

Last night, my neighborhood held a candlelight vigil for the four children that were thrown from the top of the Dauphin Island Bridge in Bayou La Batre.  It was sincerely creepy, as my neighbor's very young daughter started crying amid the silence and was calling for her daddy.  Being that the reason for the vigil in the first place was because a father murdered his four children, the fact that she was the only voice in the weirded me out.

Not five minutes later, we were watching the news, trying to catch the weather report for today.  The weather report--i had the change the channel once i caught wind of what dear old John Edd was saying--was not your typical marine forecase.  No, it was a marine forecast centered on the directions the bodies of the children were being carried by the tides.  Complete with pinpoint locations of where the 3 bodies had already been found and the search area of where the 4th should have drifted.  (Let me add here that the "4th body" is that of a two year old little girl.) I had the change the channel.

It's been a long time since a news story has upset me this way.  Four children, all under the age of 5, one not even seeing his first birthday, thrown from a 95ft high bridge into freezing January water in a location known for both heavy marine traffic and marine life.  Even on the off chance that one or all of the children had survived the fall, the alligators that fill the water around that area wouldn't have left much behind. 

What kind of sick bastard is Lam Luong? What kind of sick bastard throws all of his children off a bridge because he and his wife got into an argument?  What kind of sick bastard tells authorities that "he wants to be famous like the Virgina Tech shooter"?  What kind of sick bastard takes away the life of four beautiful, innocent children...for what? 

I hope that , for once, the justice system gets things right with this sick and twisted man.  I hope that all of the pain and suffering of the four children, their mother, their family and friends is inflicted on this pathetic excuse for a human being.  May he feel  what they feel a thousand-fold. May the fiery depths of hell be deemed to pleasant a condition for you.

God bless the search crews, the rescue teams, the duck hunters who found the first body, the many residents of Bayou La Batre, Dauphin Island, Mobile County and the Gulf Coast for helping out in whatever capacity you've been able.  Peace and healing to the family--especially the mother--of  the Dauphin Island Four.  And most importantly, hope and love to the four innocents who lost their lives at the hands of someone that they should have been able to count on the most.