Sorry I’ve been so uncommunicative here lately guys, but things are pretty bad for me. My depression is becoming overwhelming, but I have an appointment with a therapist this Friday so that’s one step closer to getting put back on meds (sigh). In the mean time my son is having surgery on his ear tomorrow to repair his eardrum and that is totally bumming me out too. In light of that, I decided to post a joke I just got in my email from my Dad to try to lighten my mood. Wish us luck with his surgery tomorrow and that his pain will be minimal (it’s keeping him out of school 2 weeks). I’ve given myself the goal of finishing my swing party post while he’s under the knife, or whatever it is they use in microsurgery these days.
Kisses!
Tst
Old Man Boudreaux was a Cajun highlander and life-long Baptist from Rapides Parish in Central Louisiana, but was now living in Southern Louisiana. Each Friday night after work, he would fire up his outdoor grill and barbecue a venison steak.
All of Boudreaux's neighbors were Catholic, and now that it was during Lent, they were all forbidden from eating meat on Fridays. The juicy, delicious aroma of grilled venison so tempting, it was causing problems for his staunch Catholic neighbors dietary restrictions. They finally decided to take their problem to their parish priest.
The priest went over to visit Old Man Boudreaux and suggested that Boudreaux convert to Catholicism. After several classes and a lot of study, Boudreaux was finally baptized. At the ceremony as holy water was sprinkled over him, he priest said, "You were born a Baptist and raised a Baptist, but now you are Catholic."Old Man Boudreaux's neighbors were greatly relieved, until the next Friday night arrived, and the wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled air again. In shock, the neighbors called their priest, who immediately came over. The priest rushed into Boudreaux's back yard, clutching a rosary and preparing to chastize him for his sin, but then he stopped in amazement and watched.
There stood Old Man Boudreaux, clutching a small bottle of water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat, and chanted: "You wuz born a Deer and you wuz raised a Deer, but now you a Catfish."
Gotcha! hehehe
Old Man Boudreaux was a Cajun highlander and life-long Baptist from Rapides Parish in Central Louisiana, but was now living in Southern Louisiana. Each Friday night after work, he would fire up his outdoor grill and barbecue a venison steak.
All of Boudreaux's neighbors were Catholic, and now that it was during Lent, they were all forbidden from eating meat on Fridays. The juicy, delicious aroma of grilled venison so tempting, it was causing problems for his staunch Catholic neighbors dietary restrictions. They finally decided to take their problem to their parish priest.
The priest went over to visit Old Man Boudreaux and suggested that Boudreaux convert to Catholicism. After several classes and a lot of study, Boudreaux was finally baptized. At the ceremony as holy water was sprinkled over him, he priest said, "You were born a Baptist and raised a Baptist, but now you are Catholic."
Old Man Boudreaux's neighbors were greatly relieved, until the next Friday night arrived, and the wonderful aroma of grilled venison filled air again. In shock, the neighbors called their priest, who immediately came over. The priest rushed into Boudreaux's back yard, clutching a rosary and preparing to chastize him for his sin, but then he stopped in amazement and watched.
There stood Old Man Boudreaux, clutching a small bottle of water which he carefully sprinkled over the grilling meat, and chanted: "You wuz born a Deer and you wuz raised a Deer, but now you a Catfish."
Gotcha! hehehe
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