Totally Random Thursday: Hit the Defrost Edition (Belated)

So, yeah, the Saints (Woo! Who Dat sayin' dey gonna beat dem Saints?) win the Superbowl, and while the jokes about ol' Boudreaux needin' snow boots in hell were a flyin', wouldn't you know by midnight that night we were given a snow storm?

Who knew that ol' Boudreaux was kind enough to share?

Sit by a fireside for this one:

• It looked like 5 - 6 inches of snow to me, but I'm not sure.  All I know is that yesterday was the first day I went back to work since last Friday.
• On the bright side, I had lots of massages to make up for the drought.
  
• Before all of you damn yanks start laughing at us, remember that we might have, I don't know, two snowplows in the state of Arkansas.  The only roads that get cleared are the major roads, but since we have a propensity for ice instead of snow, nine times out of ten it doesn't do a damn bit of good.  We aren't prepared for the Snowpocalypse here, although, yes, I understand why you laugh.
• Did I mention the Saints won the Superbowl?  Just checking.
• Apparently, there was much discussion between the Problem Therapist and the Spa Owner today.  It sounded pretty serious over the walls of my massage room, but I know nothing distinctive.
• So last night the southern part of Arkansas was supposed to get snow like we were given on Sunday, but since they actually tried to predict that one, mostly there was a slight breeze and the distant laughter of Mother Nature.
  
• It did, however, snow in Louisiana. Yeah, ol' Boudreaux was thinkin' of home.
• It is also the first time it snowed in all fifty states - yes, including Hawaii.  This has lead to an amazing amount of religious apocalypse theories.  Look, guys, just because we throw around names like "snowpocalypse" and "snowmageddon" doesn't mean we really believe it.  Calm down.  It's just frozen water.
• Kind of reminds me of the time the Baptist church burnt down in Lafayette, LA.  They were one of those churches that did mass on TV on Sunday.  Flipping through the channels, some friends of mine and I happened upon it and the preacher was preaching from behind the alter that managed to survive the flames.  He proceeded to name seven reasons why it was all a sign from God.  Now, being a smartass Cajun at heart, I mustered up my best Cajun accent and claimed, "I don' know 'bout dat.  If God burnt mah church down, I'd be wonderin' what I dun to piss 'im off!"  (Yes, I'm a heathen.  Deal.  You also have to understand that Baptists are the minority down there.  Catholics look at them with a lot amusement and tend to pat them on the heads, especially when they start petitioning to get rid of things like festivals and fais do-dos.  I am not Catholic, but it was my upbringing so they are still foreigners to me even if I am now in the Land of the Baptists.  Also, Cajun Catholics are a different breed.  Trust me.)
• The snow reminded me of New Mexico and Colorado.  I was really missing those places this week, and really enjoying the snow.  I'm kind of sad it's melting, but happy if it will make people drive normally again, i.e make them drive with the normal amount of suicidal craziness and not full-on homicidal stupidity.
• So, like, weight loss: there hasn't been any.  Oh, well.
• Did you hear about the Saints winning the Superbowl?  I mean, really, what rock were you under?

So, there you have it, folks!  Another Totally Random Thursday (on the wrong day)!  Drink responsibly!  Drive home safe!  Tip your waitress!




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I say again for those who question how I can be so loyal right now when I really hate Louisiana.  Ya'll, my grandmother was full-on Cajun.  Couldn't speak a word of English when she was a kid.  Could out-cook any chef in the world and gave me cafe au'lait and veggies she grew from her own garden.  I am proud of my heritage.  Just because I reject the stupid politics, the horrendous heat, the massive mosquito clouds, and the massive trauma experienced at the hands of certain members of my bloodline doesn't mean I hate being Cajun.  Most non-Cajun peeps don't understand us ex-pats, but other Cajuns do.  And, ya'll seriously don't get our relationship with the Saints.  I Hate Football, but by the gods, I love my Saints.  I don't care if ya'll don't get it.  You don't have to.  Who dat!