12 Days of Cajun Christmas
 Day 1: Dear Boudreaux, Thanks for de bird in de Pear tree.  I fix it
  las' night with dirty rice.  I doan tink de pear tree.will grow in
 de swamp, so I swap it for a Satsuma.

 Day 2: Dear Boudreaux, You letter say you sent two turtle doves,
 but all I got was two scrawny pigeons.  Anyway, I mixed dem with
 andouille an made some gumbo out of dem.

 Day 3: Dear Boudreaux, Why doan you sent some crawfish?  I'm tired
 of eating dem damn birds.  I gave two of dose prissy French chickens
 to Marie Trahan over at Grans Bayou an fed the tird one to my dog
 Phideaux.  Marie needed some sparring partners for her fighting
 rooster.

 Day 4: Dear Boudreaux, Mon Dieux!  I tol you no more friggin
 birds.  Deez four, what you call dem "calling birds" were so noisy
you
 could hear dem all de way to Napoleonville.  I used dere necks for my
 crab traps, an fed de rest of dem to de gators.

 Day 5: Dear Boudreaux, You finally sen' somethin useful.  I like
 dem golden rings, me.  I hocked dem at da pawn shop in Thibodeaux and
 got enuf money to fix da shaft on my shrimp boat an buy a round for
da
 boys at de Raisin' Cane Lounge.  Merci Beaucoup!

 Day 6: Dear Boudreaux, Couchon! Back to da birds, you coonass
 turkey!  Poor egg suckin' Phideaux is scared to death at dem six
gaeases.   He tried to eat dems eggs and dey peck de hell out ah
his snout.  Dey good at eating cockroaches, though.  I may stuff
one of dem wit erster dressing on Christmas day.

 Day 7: Dear Boudreaux, I'm gonna wring your fool neck next time I
 see you.  Thibeau, da mailman, is ready to kill ya.  The merde from
all
 dem birds is stinkin' up his mailboat.  He afraid someone will slip
 on dat stuff and sue him good.  I let those seven swans loose to swim
 on de bayou and some duck hunters from Mississippi blasted dem out of
 de water.  Talk to you tomorrow.

 Day 8: Dear Boudreaux, poor ole Thibeau, he had to make tree trips
 on his mailboat to deliver dem 8 maids a milkin and their cows.  One
 of dem cows got spooked by da alligators and almost tipped over da
 boat.  I doan like dem shiftless maids, me no.  I tolt dem to get to
work guttin fish and sweepinq the shack but dey say it wasn't in dair
contract.  Dey probably think dey too good ta skin dem nutria I caught
las night.

 Day 9: Dear Boudreaux, What you trying to do huh?  Thibeau had to
 borrow the Lutcher ferry to carry dem jumpin twits you call
 Lords-a-Leaping across the bayou.  As soon as dey gots here dey
 wanted a tea break with crumpets.  I doan know what dat means but I
says,  *Well La Di Da.  You get Chicory coffee or nuttin. *  Mon Dieu,
 Emile. What I'm gonna feed all dese bozos?  Dey too snooty for fried
 nutria, and de cows done eat my turnip greens.

 Day 10: Dear Boudreaux, You got to be outs you mind!  If de mailman
 don't kill you, I will fo sure.  Today he deliver 10 half nikid
floozies from
Bourbon Street.  Dey said dey be *Ladies Dancin* but  dey doan act
like
 ladies in front of dose Limey twits.  Dey almos left after one of dem
got
bit by a water moccasin over by da out-house.   I had to butcher 2
cows
 to feed toute le monde an had to get toilet paper.  De Sears catalog
wasn't
good enuf fer dose hoity toity Lords' royal behin.

 Day 11: Dear Boudreaux, where y'at?  Cheerio an pip pip.  Your 11
 pipers piping arrives today from the House of Blues, second lining
 as dey got off de boat.  We fixed snuffed goose and beef jambalaya,
 finished da whiskey and we having a fais-do-do.  Da new mailman he
 drink a bottle of Jack Daniel an he having a good time yeah dancing
 with de floozies.  Thibeau he jump off de Sunshine Bridge yesterday,
 screaming your name.  If you get a mysterious, ticking package
 in de mail, doan open it.

 Day 12: Dear Boudreaux, I sorry to tell ya but I not your true love
 anymore, no.  After da fais-do-do, I spent de night with Jacque, de
 head piper.  We decide to open a restaurant and gentleman's club on
 de bayou.  The floozies, pardon me, Ladies dancing can make $20 for a
 table dance, and de Lords can be waiters an valet park de boats.
 Since de maids doan have no more cows ta milk, I trained dem ta set
my
 crab traps, watch my trotlines, an run my shrimping business.  We
will
  probably gross a million clams nex year.


 

Yehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!
It's beginin to feel a lot like Christmas around here, 75, sunshine, crabby housewives picking through dumb sale items at the crowded malls, kids buried in homework, the smell of starter logs choking, and smoking the house, because you forgot to open the chimney damper.......sigh!
 

AND FREEPIN TO THE SOUND OF CHRISTMAS MUSIC

Happy Holidays from my home and kids, to you and your wonderful family.

Cookin and smoochin ....Yeah!

Yep, it's that time again ...screw the shopping,......Just give'em MONEY!!!!!!!!

Thank God for your healthy family, and Geo. W Bush!!

Yehaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!
Me cher, you dun got dat all wrong, yeah.
It's Ieeee!

See dis some

Thank You all of my Freepin Friends, just for Being YOU!

Merry Christmas. Here's something to put on your wish list. I read it last weekend and plan to use it for homeschooling science, just the way Dear Old Dad taught me to cook, but with references!

Yeah....it's beginning to look a lot like Easter here. Temp in NY is supposed to reach 70 today.....lower Manhattan crowded with tourists trying to get a look at Ground Zero. Stores in a frenzy offering huge discounts..........daughter on the verge of a nervous breakdown with her English professor...........apartment in total disarray because wallpaper never arrived...superintendant a lazy lout and hasn't shown up to make small repairs. But, hey, I'm back at my old building at my own desk with my own PC and printer and I'll sail through this holiday with catalogue shopping.

Bwhahahahahahahhah....You da Freeper, Tanks!

Ieeee Mes Amis Gots another one

The following medical terminology revised for the Cajuns in all of us is one of the most hilariously written pieces I've ever run across. I hope no one takes offense. I think it is excellent!
ARTERY: The study of painting!!!
BARIUM: What you do when CPR fails!!!
CESAREAN SECTION: A district in Rome!!!!
COLIC: A sheep dog!!!
COMA: A punctuation mark!!!!
CONGENITAL: Friendly!!!
DILATE: To live long and die late in life!!!
FESTER: Quicker!!!
G.I. SERIES: Baseball game between teams of soldiers!!
HANGNAIL: A coat hook!!!!
MEDICAL STAFF: A doctor's cane!!!
MORBID: A higher offer!!! NITRATE: Lower than the day rate!!!
NODE: Was aware of!!!!
OUT PATIENT: A person who has fainted!!!!
POSTOPERATIVE: A letter carrier!!!! PROTEIN: In favor of young people!!!
SECRETION: Hiding anything!!!
SEROLOGY: The study of English Knighthood!!!!!
TABLET: A small table!!!
TUMOR: An extra pair!!!!
URINE: Opposite of "you're out"!!!
VARICOSE VEINS: Veins which are very close together!!!!

I hope you all enjoyed this little bit of Cajun humor! I only wish I knew who had such a creative imagination so I could give them the credit they deserve! Author is unknown!

Gotta get it!! I'm makin my list, checkin it twice! ....Bless you girl, Merry Christmas to all!

When you think about it, we are truly fortunate to have a safe America, where patriotism is back in vogue!
Bless you girl, Merry Christmas to all!

carlo, your Cajun Christmas is so funny. I swear they DO make gumbo out of EVERYTHING that ever walked, crawled, swam, or flew. We lived in Southwest Louisiana for a year and a half, but I never got adventurous enough for redbird or blackbird gumbo! I'll take chicken, please!

Thanks for the ping carlo and a Merry Christmas to you and yours too!

Did you pass you eye on "The RedNeck's Guide to Computer Lingo"?

I love this stuff, thank you for brightening up our day....

The RedNeck's Guide to Computer Lingo

Download: Gettin' the firewood off the pickup
Log On: Makin' the wood stove hotter.
Log Off: Don't add wood.
Monitor: Keep an eye on the wood stove.
Mega Hertz: When yer not carefull downloadin' (watch th' toes!)
Floppy Disk: Whacha get from pilin' too much firewood.
RAM: The hydraulic thingy that makes the woodsplitter work.
Hard Drive: Gettin' home in mud season.
Prompt: What you wish the mail was in mud season.
Windows: What to shut when it's 30 below.
Screen: What you need for black fly season.
Byte: What black flies do.
Chip: Whatcha get when you chop wood.
Micro Chip: What's left when you've picked up the chips.
Infrared: Where the left-over's go when Fred's around.
Modem: What you did to the hay fields.
Dot Matrix: John Matrix's wife.
Printer: Someone who can't write in cursive.
Lap Top: Where little kids feel comfy
Keyboard: Where you hang your keys.
Software: Them plastic eatin' utensils.
486: One of them fancy imported cars.
Mouse: What eats the horses' grain in the barn.
Main Frame: The part of the barn that holds the roof up.
Port: Fancy wine.
Enter: C'mon in!
Digital: Like those numbers that flip on your alarm clock.
Laser: Someone less ambitious than you