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.

Thursday, September 27, 2007

30 year class reunion

Just stopping in to show you guys  the outfit I am wearing for my 30 year class reunion this weekend.  Spent a lot of time searching for just the right one.  Whoosh, found it just in time!!




Monday, September 17, 2007

The game

Proof that we did go to the game and we didn't just tailgate:

Sunday, September 16, 2007

LSU vs Middle Tennessee

I think I remember having fun!

My Angel

My angel, Matthew, started Cathecism (Sunday School Classes) today.  He knows it's a place where he is going to learn about Jesus so this morning he was all concerned and asked his mom:

"Mom, the teacher isn't going to be mad if I don't know anything about Jesus?"


Friday, September 14, 2007

Tailgating here I come!!

             L S U   





Thursday, September 13, 2007

Take Me There

This song by Rascal Flatts is a song depicting what I believe is what it means to truly want to know someone from the heart inside out.

There's a place in your heart nobody's been
Take me there
Things nobody knows, not even your friends
Take me there

Tell me 'bout your mama, your daddy, your hometown, show me around
I wanna see it all, don't leave anything out

I wanna know everything about you then
And I wanna go down every road you've been
Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live
Where you keep the rest of your life hid
I wanna know the girl behind that pretty stare
Take me there

Your first real kiss, your first true love
You were scared, show me where
You learned about life, spent your summer nights
Without a care

I wanna roll down Main Street, the back roads
Like you did when you were a kid
What made you who you are
Tell me what your story is

I wanna know everything about you then
And I wanna go down every road you've been
Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live
Where you keep the rest of your life hid
I wanna know the girl behind that pretty stare
Take me there

Yeah, I wanna know everything about you
Yeah, everything about you baby
I wanna go down every road you've been
Where your hopes and dreams and wishes live
Where you keep the rest of your life hid
I wanna know the girl behind that pretty stare
Take me, take me, take me there

I wanna roll down Main Street
I wanna know your hopes and your dreams
Take me, take me there

Sunday, September 9, 2007

my black grandbaby

What the hell is wrong with my daughter sending me pics of this??  Where's the love of my life?? This is Simon the Lab, my black beauty.


Something we all need to hear!

Shoes in church

I showered and shaved............. I adjusted my tie.

I got there and sat............ In a pew just in time.

Bowing my head in prayer......... As I closed my eyes.

I saw the shoe of the man next to me..... Touching my own. I sighed.

With plenty of room on either side...... I thought, "Why must our soles touch?"

It bothered me, his shoe touching mine... But it didn't bother him much.

A prayer began: "Our Father"..... ........ I thought, "This
man with the shoes... has no pride.

They're dusty, worn, and scratched. Even worse, there are holes on the side!"

"Thank You for blessings," the prayer went on.

The shoe man said............... a quiet "Amen."

I tried to focus on the prayer....... But my thoughts were on his shoes again.

Aren't we supposed to look our best... When walking through that door?

"Well, this certainly isn't it," I thought, Glancing toward the floor.

Then the prayer was ended............ And the songs of praise began.

The shoe man was certainly loud...... Sounding proud as he sang.

His voice lifted the rafters......... His hands were raised high.

The Lord could surely hear.. The shoe man's voice from the sky.

It was time fo r the offering....... And what I threw in was steep.

I watched as the shoe man reached.... Into his pockets so deep.

I saw what was pulled out.......... What the shoe man put in.

Then I heard a soft "clink" as when silver hits tin.

The sermon really bored me.......... To tears, and that's no lie.

It was the same for the shoe man... For tears fell from his eyes.

At the end of the service...... As is the custom here.

We must greet new visitors.. And show them all good cheer.

But I felt moved somehow............. And wanted to meet the shoe man.

So after the closing prayer........ I reached over and shook his hand.

He was old and his skin was dark..... And his hair was truly a mess.

But I thanked him for coming......... For being our guest

He said, "My names' Charlie.......... I'm glad to meet you, my friend."

There were tears in his eyes....... But he had a large, wide grin.

"Let me explain," he said......... Wiping tears from his eyes.

"I've been coming here for months.... And you're the first to say 'Hi.'"

"I know that my appearance........."Isnot like all the rest.

"But I really do try................." To always look my best."

"I always clean and polish my shoes.."Before my very long walk.

"But by the time I get here......... "They're dirty and  dusty, like chalk."

My heart filled with pain............ and I swallowed to hide my tears.

As he continued to apologize......... For daring to sit so near.

He said, "When I get here..........."I know I must look a sight.

"But I thought if I could touch you.."Then maybe our souls might unite."

I was silent for a moment............ Knowing whatever was said

Would pale in comparison... I spoke from my heart, not my head.

"Oh, you've touched me," I said......"And taught me, in part;

"That the best of any man............"Is what is found in his heart."

The rest, I thought,................ This shoe man will never know.

Like just how thankful I really am... That his dirty old shoe touched my soul.

You are special to me and you have made a difference in my life.

I respect you, and truly cherish you.

Send this to your friends,

No matter how often you talk,

Or how close you are,
And send it to the person who sent it to you.

Let old friends know you haven't forgotten them, and tell new friends you never will.

Remember, everyone needs a friend.

Someday you might feel like you have no friends at all.
Just remember this e-mail (journal entry)and take comfort in knowing that

someone out there cares about you..... and always will.

Geaux Tigers!