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Habitat for Profanity

Thirty days hath September, April, June, and November …

It is that time again.  You know the one I am talking about … cults of insanity.  No, I am not going to even attempt to do NaNoWriNo after my eight word masterpiece (otherwise known as The November 2009 Epic Fail) but I really need to get back into the groove of writing/blogging every day. When all else fails, there is always another freaking meme going around.  This time it is a 30-day challenge that has been going around on all the kewl fuckers blogs.  While I am usually not a follower, I am wearing my T-shirt for the next 30 days.  Hopefully, this will not be bloggercide.

Here goes nothing something.   The topic for day 1  is something you hate about yourself.  Who did this?  Really?  Why can’t we start off with something easy like What did you do on summer vacation? Boo. Hiss.  And Other Expletives.  Eureka!  That’s it!  Believe it or not, I hate my casual and frequent use of profanity.  It has been a lifelong struggle.  Sybil smacked me in the mouth and washed it out with Lava soap more times than I can count.  Like Hemingway said of his efforts in The Sun Also Rises, I have tried to reduce profanity, but I have to admit that I like its cathartic effect.  I believe that honesty is always the best policy, and there are times that I aim to be abusive, blasphemous, and expressive.  Simply put, profanity provides relief.  I Read Banned Books is my outlet, sanctuary, and habitat for profanity … it always has been and always will be.  Yes, I know I do not need to use profanity but there are times when I want to use it.  Show some respect for my use of expletives, and remember that not only am I going to hell but I will be driving the bus.

Please note the absence of profanity in this post.  Well, butter my buns and call me Biscuit!

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Food for the Soul

I was born a poor black child.  I remember the days, sittin’ on the porch with my family, singin’ and dancin’ down in Mississippi.

What?

I might as well have been because I love me some soul food.

Boog and I went to Las Vegas’ own M & M Soul Food Cafe for a late lunch today.  Let’s just say that they “satisfied my appetite … while soothing my soul.”

Looka for yourself.

smothered fried chicken wangs

Mac & cheese, BEP, and yams

liver and onions

Smothered pork chop

Oh, yes, we did eat it all … along with some cornbread pancakes and sweet tea.  We did not manage to get the desserts down until much later at home.  Yes, of course, we had sweet potato pie and peach cobbler.

Now, someone hand me the antacid because I have some wicked heartburn.

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Power to the Pickle

Cornichons + cheese fondue = foodgasm

Now that I have discovered this freakishly delicious delight, even if I have to lie, steal, cheat or kill … as God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again.

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They Say a Wet Bride Is a Lucky Bride

Fri
Sep 18

Scattered T-Storms
Scattered T-Storms

85°
70°

40%

85°F

Sat
Sep 19

Isolated T-Storms
Isolated T-Storms

86°
70°

30%

86°F

Sun
Sep 20

Isolated T-Storms
Isolated T-Storms

87°
71°

30%

87°F

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Bon Appetite (Fat Gives Things Flavor)

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Go see Julie & Julia. Like this classic Saturday Night Live sketch, it is exceedingly entertaining and will not disappoint. Afterward, you will be jonesing for some beef bourguignon. Right now though, I am thinking of the following (which was not uttered in the movie but has always been a favorite of mine):

Find something you are passionate about and keep tremendously interested in it.

~ Julia Child

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The Joy of Banana Peeling

This has totally changed the way I am eating bananas for the rest of my life.  ROFLMAO!  And, to think, we humans evolved from monkeys.

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Have I Told You Lately That I Love …

PARSNIPS? Yes, I do … especially the phallic, NSFW ones.  I am considering a name change to Parsniperella and forming a band called Parsnipity with my favorite parsnip lovers.  Our first songs were written by Cylithria and Topsurf on Plurk tonight.  If you don’t get it, you had to be there.

If you want my parsnip…..and ya think it’s sexxxxxy…..come on sugar let me know.

You gotta fight…..for your right….to PARRRSNIP!!!

Never had a doubt in the beginning….all the silly things we did you made me parsnips, parsnips …is sorry but I’m just thinking of the right words to say I know they didn’t taste like you wanted them to….the parsnips, the parsnips … just when you think you got it down your heart securely tied and bound you whisper….parsnips in the dark!


THE TERRORIST? Even though he is highly allergic to humans, has the worst environmental allergies and bacterial infection right now, and has a cyst on his stumper that must be surgically removed soon, he still makes me feel like the best human in the world when he is not scratching and moaning but sleeping like a snuggle buddy.

FLEA FLY? My little sister done gone and got herself knocked up again by a Louisiana State Trooper and will have a shotgun wedding.  Don’t worry; she will stop drinking soon.  I am thrilled to be the matron of honor and tickled pink to be the godmother.

PESTER? He has the bipolar, the twitches, and now the diabeetus, but he allows me to make fun of him on this blog and loves me both in spite of and because of my psycho hose beastishness.

WINE? Despite what any of you are thinking right about now after trying to put together to pieces of this puzzled post, I wrote this one stone cold sober with the help of my friends.  I wish I could blame it on the alcohol.

Who or what do you love?

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