September 11th

I thought I could just sign off and say nothing about today's date, but I don't have that much self restraint. I love this country and all it stands for, I know it's not perfect-most of the things I love aren't perfect. I miss the days immediately following 9-1-1 when everyone had a flag on their car. I still place my hand over my heart when the national anthem is sung. I vote every year. I think policemen and firemen have a special calling like nuns and priests. I've seen half a dozen foreign countries and was still glad when the plane landed on US soil. "God Bless the USA" , the soldiers, the nuns, the priests, the police, the firemen, the 2000 plus that died that day-may history never repeat itself. "Let's Roll"

New Orleans in review

I feel really embarrassed about reading my sister's blog and the nutritional fresh foods she has eaten after my trip to New Orleans. You see my trip was for work and after work was just to reward myself for being there. I ate a poor boy from Johnny's that would set your mouth on fire. I ate shrimp ducky over wild rice(just what it sounds like shrimp and duck cooked in a burgundy), ate pralines, ate cheesecake with praline sauce, ate more shrimp that I thought possible, and strolled down the French Quarter with an ice cold beer in my hands(there were several people doing this ie when in Rome do as the Romans). It's a wonderful old city- rich in history and calories. Viva le beignets.

The Big Easy

Blogging to you from the Big Easy-know why they call it the "Big Easy?" Because if you don't take it easy the humidity will kill you dead. Off to find the Adult snow cones.

Survey

FedEx asked its employees to take a survey. It asked me if I wanted to take the damn thing in English, French, or Spanish. Do my responses count more if I take the survey three times-once in each language? Will they be impressed that some hick from Ar decided to take the survey in French? Oui? Asta la vista.

Another Country song

Just turn to a country radio station and you'll probably hear the story of my life in a matter of seconds.There's one that says "This learning to live again is killing me" and it is. Starting over is supposed to be fun and exciting,but it means I have to learn how to do things all over again. Like trust. I've met a very wonderful man and yet I have to remind myself he is not one of my kids for me to worry over. He's not anyone I've ever dealt with before and I have to treat him as such. Wish me luck.

Winnie the Pooh

A wise old bear once told his dear friend-" If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you."

Pictures

Ok so the whole picture thing was a bust. We did take a metal detector out and found some change-maybe enough to pay for some frozen cokes at the local shell, but it was fun and so was the party we went to on Sunday night. Met with some old friends at their new house and visited a little while. Watched Harold and Kumar escape from Guatenomo Bay (yeah that is totally spelled wrong) and "The Secret" with David D. from the Xfiles-not that hollywood headlines from the local radio station is the greatest source of reliable information, but David D. is supposedly in rehab for sex addition. I love three day weekends. My house is clean. The bills are paid.The laundry is done.