You Left It In The Fridge?

I go to the fridge for a drink, find the jug of milk. Sometimes you just have to have a swig of ice cold delicious milk. And living in a house with just two people, you can drink out of the carton. Trust me. It's ok. So I lift that little plastic jug up and take a wonderful cooling gulp of milk ... and promptly spit it out all over the kitchen. I look at the expiration date. FIVE DAYS AGO! Ewwww! Then I remembered my dear husband has been eating cereal for breakfast all week. Oh my. So I say to him, "Hon, haven't you been eating cereal in the morning for breakfast?" "Yeah, but I haven't been using any milk because I think it's bad."

And would it have killed you to pour it out before your lovely wife drank it? Love gets us through.

Broken Bench

I'm trying to enjoy a little catnap this morning when I hear this rustling, thump, rustling, thump, thump, screech, scrape. I get up and Lil T has decided to cut a limb off the oak tree because it was hanging over the house. I thought that was the point of having a tree in the yard. So I go outside just in time to move two of my plants and save them from this huge limb, but alas, I wasn't quick enough to save my bench. Hopefully, he'll figure out a way to fix it. For his sake.

Alligators

My husband and his friends sometimes go alligator hunting in September. One of the friend's son, Jonathan, would go with them. For those who don't know how they hunt alligators, they put raw chicken on huge hooks and string them from trees. At night when the alligators feed, they swallow the chicken and then are stuck with a hook down their throat. In the morning, they take the boat out and look for downed lines, pull the alligator close to the boat and shoot it in the head. Ok, there was that one time they decided to pull the alligator IN the boat to measure it first before deciding whether to keep it or not. That's the one and only time I went to the boys' camp to check things out.

So back to my story, one day there was an alligator that had managed to get across the street into water on the other side with this line still down his throat. Rather than shoot him and have to carry him back across, Jonathan took the line and walked him like a dog. He figured the gator was so tired from fighting the line that he wouldn't have the energy to fight back. Luckily, he was right.

So Jonathan joined the Army this year and became a paratrooper. On his 4th jump at Ft. Benning on his way to getting his jump wings, an alligator was found on the jump zone, just a little 4'. Little by Louisiana standards. They wrapped him up in some blankets or tarp and got him back into the water. Jonathan was first out of the plane. When he landed, the Sergeant was yelling, "Move it! Move it! Get your gear and get out of here! That alligator is still around here!" He just laughed and said, "Sarge, I'm from Louisiana."

We died laughing when he told this story. If that Sarge only knew what Jonathan did with alligators here.

Welcome!

Welcome to life on the Bayou! I've lived in a number of places, but here in Acadiana has got to be the best place to hang up your hat! So I'm fiddling with blogging. Not because I so much want to put my life out there in some egotistical way, but because everybody keeps asking me what the Menopause Mansion looks like, what's the Mardi Gras decorations look like this year ... so I needed a place to put all that stuff. And this just hit me this morning. Enjoy!