Ajoleblon...A Cajun Tale

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Lafayette, Louisiana, United States
This journal is a bunch of rants about nothing. Mostly lighthearted happenings in the life of a woman who is very simple and who wants for nothing but greatly appreciates whatever is given. You will find nothing profound here but hopefully something that will make you laugh and that's what I enjoy doing most. Being humorous. Fight all error, but do it with good humor, patience, kindness, and love. Harshness will damage your own soul and spoil the best cause.

Monday, July 31, 2006

My Color is Blue

Sharlene, you are a BLUE personality. The Core Motivation that drives you through life is "Intimacy". (yeah right, I run like hell from intimacy) It is important to note that this does not mean sexual intimacy. (no shit?)  BLUES need connection - the sharing of rich, deep emotions that bind people together. (I've been bound about 3 too many times) As a BLUE, you will often sacrifice a great deal of time, effort, and/or personal convenience to develop and maintain meaningful relationships throughout your life. (That's a laugh...ask any of my husbands they will tell you I expend zilch time maintaining anything but myself)

BLUES seek opportunities to genuinely connect with others, and need to be understood and appreciated, especially by their partner. (Okay, I can believe this one about myself, of course it's self serving...I NEED to be appreciated...note the "I")  Everything you do as a BLUE has to be quality-based, or you won't do it at all. (emphasis on don't do anything at all) You are incredibly loyal to friends, employers, employees, and above all to your significant other. (Yes, this is true) Whatever or whomever you commit to is your sole (and soul) focus. (Some would disagree but I wholeheartedly believe this of myself) As a BLUE, you love to serve and will give freely of yourself in order to nurture the lives of others. (Now that is pure bullshit)

BLUES have distinct preferences and are the most controlling of the four personalities, although they may not acknowledge (or even realize) the fact.  Your code of ethics is remarkably strong and you expect others (not only your partner and those closest to you, but everyone) to live honest, committed lives as well. You enjoy sharing meaningful moments in conversation with your partner as well as remembering special life events (e.g. birthdays and anniversaries). (you got me completely tagged on this paragraph)

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Not this time....

They will not be moving closer to me...oh well....maybe I'll move closer to them.  God has other plans for them and of course his plans are far better than what I can foresee. 

I have to look on the bright side of this...I can still have a social life...If they moved here, I'd probably be babysitting every weekend.

Thursday, July 13, 2006


Everyone knows how much these two buggers mean to me and how I hated it when they moved 2 1/2  hours away from me.  You also may recall that my daughter's husband is looking for a head coaching position and that a few months back he had an interview in Farmerville Louisiana.  I prayed like the dickens for him not to get that position and he didn't.  Now I'm again praying.  Another head coaching position opened up and he interviewed today for it and they want him to return Tuesday for a second interview.  I would like you guys to pray like the dickens that he gets this job because it's in my hometown where I live and the school that both Brandi and I graduated.  She would be moving back home with my little man!



Saturday, July 8, 2006

One year today!

Today my journal is one  year old.  Happy Birthday to my journal!  

I will share a few vacation pics with you. 

Me and Matthew on the beach.

Matthew with his stuffed python snake that he had to have from Gulf World. He carried it around his neck the entire trip.


Matthew and Brandi at Gulf World

Matthew with his bubble machine.

Brandi doing her Muslim act. I'm sure she'll get a lot of attention with this beach get up.

The family at Gulf World

Me and Matthew snoozing on the way back from Florida.

Wednesday, July 5, 2006

What a bloody mess!

I have returned from the seashores of Florida. I am tanned and my measurements have gone up a few inches. Nothing like the sand and surf to boost the appetite. I swear to you that I think that all my daughter and husband do is eat. We drove and ate the entire time.

I did enjoy the beach experience but not as much as I could have. I would tell you all of it but some details I must leave out because of the sensitivity of some eyes. No, I will tell you the entire horrid experience from start to finish. Emphasis on start.

Saturday afternoon, our first day on the beach was pleasant with no mishaps unless you consider the girl next to us pressing her boyfriends pimples. Yeah that was pretty disgusting to experience but much better than what I was going to experience the next day.

Sunday afternoon we went to Gulf World so my little angel could see the dolphins, sea lions and all the underwater creatures that inhabit the Gulf Floors. He was most fascinated with the reptiles and my daughter and I were most fascinated with the reptile handler. Swoon. You can imagine the vulgar conversation going on between my daughter and I. You know...snakes and such. Her husband was oblivious to the entire exchange. Since Matthew was so intrigued by the snake we, of course, being the accommodating adults that we are, decided to allow him a closer view of the snake. Swoon.

After Gulf World, we went to the beach. We were not on the beach 30 minutes and my mishap happened. Yes, the dreaded thing that most women cringe at the idea of happening on a beach in a bikini. An orange bikini at that. Not bright red, but ORANGE. OMG...I grabbed the patriotic flag beach towel and wrapped it around me and frantically motioned for my daughter, who was in the water to haul her ass pronto! That was the quickest I have ever left a beach.

Monday we left for Pensacola Beach. We had the most beautiful beachfront room. I decided to once again try my luck at lying on the beach.

Everything was going smoothly until this twenty two year old who was lying a few feet from me decided to strike up a conversation with me. I was trying to lie on the beach, soak up the sun and watch my grandson and this youngster scoots over and says "Hi, how are you doing and the normal pleasantries that folks who don't know each other talk about."

I'm thinking to myself that he's a pleasant young man to be so kind as to see a lonely granny lying there and striking up a conversation with her. After about twenty minutes I'm thinking that it’s time for him to scoot on back to his friends who are carousing around talking about the beautiful scenery (young flesh walking back and forth in their itsy bitsy teeny weeny bikinis).

He finally decides to ask about my "son" who is frolicking in the sand a few yards away. I kindly explain to him that he is my grandson at which time he seems to be flabbergasted. I said "yes you have been sitting here wasting your time on a grandmother."

Then all of a sudden, I feel this god-awful warmness...OMG...not again! Now I am in a quandary. Thank God I am sitting on a towel that I can immediately wrap around me. I kindly turn towards this young gentleman and explain to him I need the bathroom facilities.

I motion for my daughter who is in the water to please vacate the Gulf of Mexico and take care of her son. To my complete disgust and consternation, this young man decides he needs the facilities as well and likes me enough to escort me to them. I am in complete embarrassment when he follows me to our hotel room.

What could I do but invite him to relieve himself at our throne? I go first and lo and behold if I didn't have the opportunity to stock up on supplies before entering the bathroom. Oh dear, what will I do? He's in the room and I can't boldly go into my stock in full view of this unknowing young man.

Do not ever underestimate the skills of a woman in a panic. I get the idea that I will remove my bathing suit....rinse it off...wrap it in a towel...wrap myself up into the same beach towel and while he's using the facilities I will do what needs to be done and put on a pair of shorts.

It worked and he was none the wiser. It appeared to him that I decided to put on a pair of shorts over my bathing suit. We exit the hotel room ( me all proud of myself for escaping discovery) with these words from his mouth "Those are some sweet shorts". Demurely I say "Thank you". We arrive back at the beach and he then decides it's time to reconnect with his friends. Dude! Why oh why not BEFORE I went to the bathroom?

After that mishap, I decided that the beach was not the place I would be visiting again on this particular trip. I stayed pool side and in close proximity to a bathroom and seriously contemplated a hysterectomy.

There you have it...from "start" to "finish".