So I’ve been absent as of late. Thanks to a schedule change, I’ve had less time to take care of the important things in life, like blogging. I’ve had less free time so the time I do have has been consumed with writing, and reading. I do apologize to those who follow my blog. I don’t like there to be such a long span between posts.
Tuesday was Valentine’s Day. Neither my husband nor I are hopeless romantics so we do very little celebrating for this holiday-I use the term loosely. We exchange candy and cards and that’s about the extent of it. I got my son a new Tigger toy since the one he has is about two and a half years old and resembles some sort of deformed alien at this point. It’s a toy for infants 0-3 months that holds two plastic rings with a rattle, however one of his arms has come loose and it looks like Tigger got sent through some sort of particle transporter and all of his particles didn’t transport. I also gave the boy some heart-shaped chocolates, and apparently he has learned to say the words “chocolate heart candy” quite well. I felt bad, though, in the beginning I couldn’t understand what he was asking for and I kept telling him he couldn’t have hard candy or hot candy until he finally said, “Nooo! Momma! HEART!”
More important than Valentine’s Day is Mardi Gras, which is this week. Fat Tuesday is February 21 this year. I am working this weekend, so I’ll miss some of the best parades, although there is a lot of tension in the city right now as it is still undecided if Endymion will roll Saturday due to weather conditions. They have already cancelled their Samedi Gras Celebrations (Yes we do use any excuse to add a French title to anything) because it’s been estimated that the neutral ground (median to you non-Yats) will be too soggy for the stage set-up and for the revelers. I can say that I’ve never known a true blue lover of Mardi Gras to be concerned with soggy conditions, but we wouldn’t want the stage to sink into the swamp a la Monty Python and the Holy Grail, now would we. I’m hoping Endymion won’t be hampered by the imminent foul weather even though I won’t be there this year. I do enjoy watching it on t.v. as they roll into the Dome. Yes, that’s me. At home in my living room, flashing my breasts at my 60″ flat screen. I open the shades just for that possibility of being arrested for indecent exposure.
Today is the greasing of the poles on Bourbon St. To make sure revelers don’t climb up them to get onto the balconies. People really really do do that. It’s not pretty. And it’s also not pretty when you forget and lean against the post and get a shoulder full of vaseline or put your hand on it and pull away a gooey palm. Not. Pretty.
Anyhoo, I will lament the end of King Cake season although it will be nice to button my pants again. There really is no King Cake “season” per se since really you can get them year round and for other holidays. But most of us do consume more King Cake during this time of year, I imagine.
That orange sticker is a warning sticker by the way. This particular King Cake didn’t have the baby inside of it, something many bakeries are leaning toward nowadays. I don’t know how people eat their food usually, they must inhale without chewing, because I don’t know how anyone could eat/swallow the baby. I would imagine you would bite it first. Also, no one I know has ever cut a piece of King Cake and not looked for the baby right away. By the way, you don’t want to get the baby. Just so you know.
If anyone would like to know the meaning of the title I chose for this, please do investigate via the following links:
They All Ask’d For You – This song is one of my favorites. It always evokes fond memories from my childhood.
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