Adrenaline's Shadow

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Thanks to everybody who emailed/twatted me about the Saints win.  I’m still a little too hung over stunned to respond. I can hardly believe it.

This morning, I’m listening to radio stations out of New Orleans and Baton Rouge, just trying to let it sink in.

Debating driving down for the parade tomorrow.

Holy fucking SHIT!!!

Just….HOLY SHIT!!!

Also, the wagon train is going on this week (the BIG one). When I dropped Karlene off at the arena this morning, I snapped a pic of her wagon. She planned on flying the flags win or lose.

I took these 2 quizzes:

How Much Do You Know About Indianapolis Food Culture?
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How Much Do You Know About New Orleans Food Culture?

My results? I think you can guess which is which:

What are you making for Superbowl snacks?

I’m doing Jambalaya, chicken wings and fried oysters. Unless I eat the oysters before Sunday. They were shucked yesterday and I have my eye on them. Crackers and cocktail sauce at the ready…

Cancel the the fried oysters. I’m eating these bitches for lunch.

Now, I need another idea. Tell me what you are making.

It’s getting close to lunch and I’m hungry, so I have food on the brain.

I’ve been wondering, is this a Southern thing? It’s pretty common to serve catfish and spaghetti together around here, especially on plate lunches.  (and it is the BFS, in case you are curious)  Is it served together where you live?

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(I’ll remind you one more time that the BFS = the Butt Fucking Shit, but this is the last time)

‘Member that cow whose cooter fell out?

Well, she went into labor yesterday. ALL DAY yesterday.

Karlene called me on the way home to warn me that Sassy died during labor, and the baby was alive, but weak.

Wait…don’t cry, bitches.  Stay with me.

When I walked in the door, K was on the phone with the vet telling him that after 2 hours, the fucking cow SAT UP!!  (I bet that scared the shit out of Karlene, but she didn’t say)

The vet came out, gave a bunch of shots, and some stitches…

I’ll spare you all the gross details. Well, I actually don’t even know most of the gross details because I am a big pussy and wouldn’t go to the barn last night.

As of this afternoon, Sassy is standing, eating, and caring for her baby. The baby FINALLY took a bottle from Karlene a few minutes ago. Hopefully, he can nurse from his mother soon.

Poor Karlene is so stressed. The  truth is, she loves this shit, but it’s stressful just the same. I should probably refrain from being a brat for a day or two.

This (very white, I might add) group is supposedly the future of Hollywood. I can name only one.  ONE. Kristen Stewart. The rest, I wouldn’t recognize on the street.

Are you as out of touch as me?

God! You can’t open a web page today without seeing somebody give Pink a verbal hand job over her Grammy performance.

I’m surprised, actually.

I thought it was tacky and gimmicky and circusy.

OK, I will admit that it was impressive, her singing while dangling from that bed sheet. Really, nobody has an excuse to lip sync again after that.  But still, I hated it.

Am I the only one?

Also, I’m not sure whose snatch was the most vulgar:

Lastly, rat-faced Taylor Swift sounds horrible when she sings live. Everybody knows this. So, what do they do? Pair her with Stevie fucking Nicks and allow her to murder Rihanna. (the song, not the singer. Sadly) That was a fucking travesty.

You know Karlene forbids me to discuss (whispered) S-E-X on my blog.

But, if I could, I might draw an analogy between this plant and her:

I know,  I know,  she would kick my ass for that.  I decided it was worth an ass-whoopin though.

But, Lisa…if you are the one to tell her, you will PAY.

Office Crossbow.

[evil grin]

The Dooce community has a question today that I find very intriguing, asking what loyalties you have to your home state. Such as, one person from the Detroit area is loyal to Ford/GM/Chrystler…

I don’t want this to be a “shop local” conversation. I really don’t give a shit where you buy your damn lettuce or how far away from you it was grown.
¿Comprende?

My answer is catfish and Viking Appliances.

Cheap imported Vietnamese catfish floods the market, so I always check the label, and most restaurants have signs up that indicate where their catfish is from. It’s serious shit around here.

The Viking Appliances? Well, honestly, I can’t afford them right now. But, when I can, I will be one loyal mother fucker. I love their stuff.

Karlene loves the shit out of Mossy Oak camouflage, but I bet she doesn’t know it’s a MS product. Still counts though.

Your turn.