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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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Hell Hath No Fury Like a Cajun Scorned

The Cajun people are resolute in their love and worship of the crawfish.

Look at this motherfuckin' crawfish, bitches!

Marinate on this one. If a woman hires someone to kill her estranged husband  and his new girlfriend, it is acceptable; she can just rest at home for three years. On the other hand, if a man steals crawfish, he can bet his thieving ass that he will sit in a jail cell for two years.

Even without me, there is never a dull moment in my hometown, folks.

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Be the One

Visit restorethegulf.com to add your name to the petition demanding complete restoration of America’s Gulf.

Sign it.  Share it.  Be the one.

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Time Can’t Kill Mockingbird

Join the Celebration

Celebrate the 50th anniversary of the Pulitzer Prize-winning novel, To Kill A Mockingbird by Harper Lee!

This heart-wrenching, coming-of-age tale set in a South poisoned by virulent prejudice, has been translated into more than forty languages, sold more than thirty million copies worldwide, served as the basis of an enormously popular motion picture, and was voted one of the best novels of the twentieth century by librarians across the country.

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As the self-proclaimed reader of banned books, I am often asked to name my favorite banned book and explain why I love it so.  Longtime readers of this blog know that Harper Lee’s coming of age novel To Kill a Mockingbird has impacted me not only as a woman, a parent, and an educator but more so as a human being.  Lee’s powerful words resonate with me each time I read the novel and long afterward.  I learned as many lessons about courage, compassion, and self-awareness from Atticus Finch as his children Jem and Scout did.

You never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view… Until you climb inside of his skin and walk around in it.

This simple yet crucial bit of advice should govern all of our lives.  I try to live my life by taking time to see things from every perspective.  We all struggle with trying to live with sympathy and understanding toward others.  If you have never read To Kill a Mockingbird, there is no better time than the present.  It is a timeless reminder that tolerance and compassion for all is just as clear today as it was 50 years ago.

Thank you, Miss Nelle Harper Lee, for enriching our lives.

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I Would Give My Left Nut to Be in the Quarter Right Now

Well, I would if I could.  In the meantime, I just would be happy to march in with the Super Bowl XLIV Champs … the New Orleans Saints.  Sweet Breesus, I love the sound of that.

We are traveling in the footsteps

Of those who’ve gone before

But we’ll all be reunited (but if we stand reunited)

On a new and sunlit shore (then a new world is in store)

Oh when the Saints go marching in

When the Saints go marching in

Oh Lord I want to be in that number

When the Saints go marching in

And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine

And when the sun refuse (begins) to shine

Oh lord I want to be in that number

When the Saints go marching in

When the moon turns red with blood

When the moon turns red with blood

Oh Lord I want to be in that number

When the Saints go marching in

On that hallelujah day

On that hallelujah day

Oh Lord I want to be in that number

When the Saints go marching in

Oh when the trumpet sounds the call

Oh when the trumpet sounds the call

Oh Lord I want to be in that number

When the Saints go marching in

Some say this world of trouble

Is the only one we need

But I’m waiting for that morning

When the new world is revealed

When the revelation (revolution) comes

When the revelation (revolution) comes

Oh Lord I want to be in that number

When the Saints go marching in

When the rich go out and work

When the rich go out and work

Oh Lord I want to be in that number

When the Saints go marching in

When the air is pure and clean

When the air is pure and clean

Oh Lord I want to be in that number

When the Saints go marching in

When we all have food to eat

When we all have food to eat

Oh Lord I want to be in that number

When the Saints go marching in

When our leaders learn to cry

When our leaders learn to cry

Oh Lord I want to be in that number

When the Saints go marching in

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Who Dat House

Peyton Manning, after living a full life, died and went to heaven. When he got to heaven, God was showing him around. They came to a modest little house with a faded Colts flag in the window. “This house is yours for eternity, Peyton,” said God. “This is very special; not everyone gets a house up here.”

Peyton felt special, indeed, and walked up to his house.

On his way up the porch, he noticed another house just around the corner. It was a 3-story mansion with a black and gold sidewalk, a 50-foot tall flagpole with an enormous Saints logo flag, and in every window, a New Orleans Saints towel.

Peyton looked at God and said, “God, I’m not trying to be ungrateful, but I have a question.

I was an all-pro QB, I hold many NFL records, and I even went to the Hall of Fame.”

God said, “So, what’s your point Peyton?”

“Well, why does Drew Brees get a better house than me?”

God chuckled and said, “Peyton, that’s not Drew’s house, it’s mine.”

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Saintsational

1.  I pledge allegiance to The Saints, and to the great city of New Orleans; and to The Super Bowl, for which we will win; One city, below sea level, under God; with Mardi Gras & alcohol for all!

2.  Notice to my boss:  If the Saints win, I’m not coming in on Monday.

3.  Bobby Hebert does the stanky leg.

4.  What It Means to be a Saints Fan

5.  Who Dat?!:  Songs for the New Orleans Saints

6.  A Saintly Conversation

7.  Dear Miami

8.  Who dat say we can’t print dat?

9.  Saints inspire cancer survivor

10.  Follow the New Orleans Saints on Twitter!

11.  Who Dat origins

12.  Get to know Gumbo the Dog

13.  Support a Saints Foundation.

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