The most intimate act

I'm not going to list all the acts you could do with a perfect stranger that you just met but will wager a bet that it won't include one of the most intimate yet very public displays of affection: holding hands.


Folks that privately perform any array of actions in a forbidden or illicit relationship cannot hold hands in public. Think of any shunned pairing (bi-racial, gay, mixed religions) in an intolerant environment; holding hands could invite trouble.
From teenage to old age, it touches my heart to see couples hold hands. It is a proclamation. It's cute, endearing, innocent and yet deep.

Life is too short to

drink ordinary beer.

While reading the beer reviews on the Cooking for Assholes blog, I am forced to admit my beer palate is not at all as varied and educated as his; the very idea of chocolate beer or a coffee stout seems repugnant but he tries it all and shares his pronouncements.
I don't drink as much as I once did so it is even more important to me NOT to drink ordinary beer. Good wine, a nice gin and tonic or an occasional amaretto sour is also highly enjoyable.

So, today, a dude with a "Cajun suitcase" (24 pack of beer) of ordinary beer passed me as I entered the supermarket and later in the refrigerated section, another guy picked up the same huge box of beer.Your Word of the Day:

"Cajun suitcase"
~~ 24 or 30 pack of cheap beer,
usually purchased as chilled
for immediate consumption

Why drink no-taste-at-all beer, I wondered? By the time I made it to the next aisle the answer came to me. People who drink ordinary, bland, tasteless beer in volumes don't drink it for the taste. They don't really even know or enjoy beer. Truth is, those folks drink beer to get drunk.

This Duh of the Day has been presented to you by the mega brewers of Bud, Bud Light, Miller Lite, Coors, etc.

Bad weather day off

Thinking about our Yankee brethren this week while they endure snow storms and it kinda makes me jealous. Those folks get a day off, stay home, cook, hibernate, take pretty pictures and then complain of being bored.
Closer to the Gulf of Mexico coast line on the left handed side of the boot shaped state, when we get a day off work because of incoming severe weather, we're hammering shit down before running for our lives, spending money on hotel rooms, worrying that looters will steal our crap and wondering if we still have a home after the hurricane.
Cali folks with their wildfires, they know our pain.

Enjoy your snow days, you Yankee rat bastards. Sure hope your cable doesn't go out, that would be horrible.

Hell has officially frozen over

31 -17

Al Gore can suck and suck it hard because the Saints won the Super Bowl XLIV, hell has a full ice bucket and global warming is no more.

Tracy Porter

in the 4th quarter

ran the ball,

made believers of us all

Check out the Bourbon Street Cam HERE

Battered woman syndrome OR Saints fan?

Much like a woman who has suffered from physical or emotional abuse, a Saints fan knows what it is like to hope for the best but to receive the worst. Again and again.
The Saints just ran onto the field and I am wavering between hope and the need to lower my expectations.
In the way that the entire state has enjoyed Super Bowl fever these past 2 weeks, I feel the Saints have already won. If it is an evenly played game, I'll be happy.

Not sure if I am hormonal,
a big pile of nerves or
more excited than I thought
but tearing up at the team's entry, the crowd's increased volume of cheering when military posts are shown and Queen Latifah's voice.

The game starts in 6 minutes.

Are you ready for some football?

If you watch the Super Bowl tomorrow, might I suggest an under layer of Visqueen plastic or a Potty Patch to protect your upholstered furniture? Even an adult diaper would be a good idea because I'm telling ya, if the Saints actually win? You are gonna shit yourself or at the very least, piss your pants.

Always looking out for my wonderful blog readers,
I am,
Skitzo Leezra

~~You're welcome.

Quote of the day

"Naturally, she didn't limp when she was sitting down."

page 214,

Until I Find You

by John Irving

What Miami should expect from Saints fans

Mark Lorando of the New Orleans Times-Picayune wrote an open letter to Miami about the Who Dat Nation coming for the Super Bowl and it has been forwarded to me at least twenty times this week. Just in case you haven't seen it, here is the LINK. It's worth the click.

My bra is killing me

Feels okay in the morning but as the day goes on, becomes more uncomfortable with each moment. Is there an elastic that constricts when in contact with body heat?
I . . . .can't .......breathe . . . .

Not cool

Y'know how there are some things that aren't cool but it seems that not everyone knows they aren't cool? Mind you, the older you get, the more out of touch of cool you get plus you tend to not care.
Example:your mom might like Michael Bolton but god forbid she reveals her enjoyment of the mullet headed lame ass balladeer. Hey, I know he longer has the mullet but it left a douche stain on him that no hair cut could ever cure.


Same thing for Celine Dion. She might have some pipes but she's most uncool.


Wearing chip clips in your hair? What The Hell? So many hair accessories on the WalMart aisle and that's your choice?
Seasonal themed sweaters and sweatshirts*, check. Gross.


I admit to wearing a Bluetooth earpiece while driving at unlawful speeds, while listening to music loud enough to drown out the audible ring of my cellphone but you won't catch me wearing that earpiece out of my vehicle. Not cool.
Which brings me to Jay Leno. He never was cool but is now super uncool to the point of douchedom.


Some hipsters adopt these uncool icons to be ironic so don't be confused when your nephew tells that he likes Celine too. Really. He's goofin' on ya. You're welcome.

What is your uncool benchmark?

*Oh my gosh, in searching for an ugly seasonal sweater, I just clicked on the saddest site ever. Clothing altered to fit non-ambulatory folks so they can "still look how they would like to feel (good)". That's right, pre-owned clothing with back closures of Velcro or snaps. Kinda kills my cool segment mojo.
Dude, my buzz is gone and I'm feeling bummed.