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.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Viva La Juicy ala Kermit

Nothing like a little Viva La Juicy to get the creative juices flowing again. 

How many frogs have I kissed?  Enough to have a perpetual wart infestation. Here are a few examples of the frogs I have encountered recently.....

Mr. Geese Frog.  I was invited by Mr. Geese Frog  to shoot a game or two of pool.  I love to shoot and I was bored and feeling very competitive.  I arrived to a man slunk up against the bar as though he is a permanent fixture to the bar stool.   We proceed to do what most first timers do. (no not that!) We size each other up and say yeah or nay.  Nay came loud and proud in the forefront of my mind and basically at the end of the day, it is MY nay that is the only one that counts.  As the evening went on, I realized that the first impression would be reiterated several times during the course of the "meeting".  We are sitting at the bar having our first drink when he informs me that the woman who served the drink was his ex wife.  Wow...just what I always wanted in life.  The ex wife of my "date" (I use that term very loosely)  to serve me.  Isn't that what dreams are made of?    Seems they "owned" the bar together.  Ummm...do you think this would have been something I should have known prior to the meeting?  Finally after being scrutinized by the ex, we proceed to the only reason I agreed to the meeting... a game of pool.  Part way thru the first game we get interrupted by someone  I assume to be a customer.  I see this exchange going on between the two of them and Mr. Geese Frog walks up to me and excuses himself  with the following words that I,  in my 54 years,  thought I'd never hear,  "Excuse me, I have to go corral my geese because they are disturbing the customers who are arriving."  Huh? (imagine Scooby Doo)   Do you guys see my jaw on the floor yet?  Yes, that's where it dropped. (it may still be there too).  Now I know you are asking yourself why in the hell didn't I see geese in the parking lot upon my entrance and get the hell out of there?  There is something to be said about my ability to be oblivious to my surroundings...

Mr. I do have teeth but I fell and knocked them out Frog   So where are they? Did  you put them away until further need?  You didn't think meeting me was an important enough time to gather them up and place them back on your gums? You did not think while eating, I would find it difficult to concentrate on learning all the lovely things you were spewing thru those gaps? 

Mr. Let me slap you on the ass for good measure Frog  Same guy as above.  Yeah...it only got worse.  I arrived back to my car to find that I had left it running the entire time I was enjoying the Grand Canyon.  Perhaps I had a premonition that I would not want to take the time to start the car and get the hell out of Dodge?

Last but not least is the following.  This guy may just be the one who cures me of ever doing the online dating thing again....

Mr. Sniff Doggie Frog.    I arrive at Mr. Sniff Doggie Frog's home.  Yes, I know that it is not a safe practice to meet someone in his home the first time.  I've been burned doing this before, but even after the above experiences,  I was feeling a bit lucky. I arrive and am met by the master of the home and Shark.  Shark must be trained to sniff out all potential victims because when I arrived  he immediately puts his nose in my crotch and then licks my toes. The jury is still out on the results of his thorough inspection.   Mr. Sniff Doggie Frog  was trying to curtail the sniffing of Shark while I was thinking back on my  morning hygiene.  Please tell me I didn't forget that part of my routine!     Had I somehow, in my haste,  accidentally grabbed my Scratch and Sniff rather than my Viva-La-Juicy?    Mr. Sniff Doggie Frog finally succeeds in calling off Shark and then it happened! Mr. Sniff Doggie Frog smiles at me and there in his mouth are a full set of beautiful, white and shining choppers .  The sort in which the American Dental Association would proudly display profiling what we strive for when we take care of our dental hygiene.  I know that the brightness of his smile reflected in my eyes and caused my eyes to burn brighter than the sun.  And now after all the frogs I've kissed in my life.....
a prince.


Ken Riches said...

The end of this entry sounds interesting and promising.

Anonymous said...

At least the dog licked your toes and sniffed your crotch and not the other way around!

Thanks for making me laugh :o)