A day in the life, in Louisiana

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I shouldn't have been surprised to see a local merchant proudly display the above product. It's called a "Game Processor" or a portable butchering kit.

All I could say was, "Dude."

The counter guy noticed and said, "Yeah, it's even got a rib spreader."

"I'm sure it's very handy to have but it's kinda, um, well, gory", I reply.

He shakes his head in assent, "Oh yeah, definitely. It's basically a serial killer trunk set."

What he said

Saturday morning, seven-year old nephew Gregory and I were in line to go down the waterslide.

"Hey Gregory, be sure to scream this time," I instructed.

"I did."

"No, Gregory, that was me. You didn't scream at all."

"You couldn't hear me because I scream in my head."

I laughed, "You do?"

"Yeah. I'm doing right now."

Adding a few favorite blog to my list

My pastor friend sent me a link to a funny blog Stuff Christian Culture Likes, a knock-off of Stuff White People Like (because if there is anything Christian Culture likes, it is hijacking something cool and putting their own lame stamp on it.) The Rev knows my sense of humor to be quite irreverent and he is a card himself so I checked it out. Wouldn't you know it, that day's blog entry (#134) nailed a pet peeve of mine - Worship leaders saying the lines before they are sung.

I've watched black gospel choirs perform at the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival where the leader/lead singer calls out the next line to the group and the rhythm of the call and answer worked for a live performance but seems quite ridiculous when white Christian groups record in the same manner. Like I am supposed to believe the white bread folks scheduled and paid for studio time but the group wouldn't know the words to the next line without an audible prompt. It strikes me as me as trying too hard to be cool. They're still white, they're still square and never in a million years will white Christian music ever be as soulful and wonderful as black gospel music but wait, it gets worse, contemporary worship leaders are doing it now. Oy.

Check out the blog for a laugh. Thinking the site could be a useful primer to those marrying into a Christian family or those relocating to a Bible Belt stronghold.

Have a blessed day now, y'hear?

(Thanks to The Rev for the pointer.)

Wisenheimer Holiday

Baby sister spied this holiday display and wrote the following:


Heading to work this morning, something caught my eye
It was four reindeer, getting ready to fly?
Walter said, "Mom, look how funny
"Why is that reindeer on the other's tummy?"

I hooted with Christmas cheer
Envying the rowdy teenagers who decorate with a sneer
Luckily, I had my camera on hand
To share this Christmas spirit straight from small town Louisiana land!

A couple of pals have suggested the pranksters are indeed myself and the perverse humored baby sister. Sadly, no. We love us a prank but feel a bit intimidated by our diminishing agility and strongly doubt that if we could outrun homeowners and possibly police. That's probably why the coach in Marietta, Georgia drove around those kids to vandalize Christmas displays and arrange reindeer in lewd positions. Even if he did get caught, he probably inspired our local hooligans. He was doing God's work, I tell ya.

Merry Christmas to ya'll and yours!