EDWIN EDWARDS

My favorite pretend boy toy former Louisiana governor, EDWIN EDWARDS, was released from prison after serving 10 years on trumped up racketeering and fraud charges.

The womanizing and gambling simply prove that he could multi-task with the best of them.

Known for his political quips, Edwards said," It's hard to get elected unless you're an indicted politician."

His advice to Bill Clinton during the Jennifer Flowers affair, "Tell the press that there's no such thing as a 12 year torrid love affair."

What a wordsmith.

I relished every page of his 650 page biography.

I am not an Edwards apologist, simply a native Louisianian thanking God that magnolia state politicis can rival any Las Vegas show.

I wonder what HUEY would say?

RAP ABOUT EDWIN EDWARDS
Back on the streets now
Headed for the White House.

( Repeat this chorus two times )

Verse #1 :

Caught you in the cookie jar
Slapped you real good
But you walked out without a doubt and headed for the hood
With your homies-those phonies couldn't keep you locked up
But we can't wait to see
what you got up your sleeve !!!!

Chorus :

Oh - Ewe - You ain't no thug dogg
You in a half-way house
Back on the streets now
Headed for the White House.

P.S. Ewe is a nickname for Edwin Edwards - ( just in case you didn't know)

Back on the streets now
Headed for the White House.

( Repeat this chorus two times )

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LOREAUVILLE VISIT DEC 26-JAN 2 2010

Larry, Braden, Kelly, and I spent the week after Christmas in LA. I stayed at Mom’
Larry, Braden, Kelly, and I spent the week after Christmas in LA. I stayed at Mom’s in Loreauville, Larry stayed with Mama Dottie, and Braden and Kelly stayed at Murray and Carolyn Fuselier’s house in St. Martinville.


The weather was bitter cold. I was determined to pry AMD [Mom] off that couch, even if it meant I had to drag her on a walking trek through her house. We sat in her front living room gazing out of her picture window at the cane trucks driving by. We talked about the past, and I told her I wanted to buy Mom amd Pop Wick’s house and property so I could still have physical ties to Loreauville after she died. I hope that my siblings don’t take issue with that decision.


Rising at 5:30 a.m., I read, donned my workout clothes to attend morning classes at Baron Babineaux’s Health and Court Club in New Iberia. Monday, Mary’s zumba class kicked my butt. What a workout! Tuesday, Yoga with Shu Shu relaxed me as I listened to her orgasmic breaths after every stretch. Wednesday Cardio Kick proved a great work out with weights and bars. Thursday, more Zumba, and Friday, another class that I left drenched but feeling great.


After returning to Loreauville at 10:00, AMD was finally awake. She drank hot chocolate and did not touch breakfast I prepared for her. She listened as I told her about my workouts and the nice retired men I conversed with at Baron’s.


I dressed for the day; Kelly drove to meet me each morning at 11:00 so I could take her on a shopping tour in the area. We spent four hours at Ricky’s at Bayou Landing talking with Angela who helped us to find great bargains and stunning ensembles. After dropping a load of cash there, we drove to Lafayette to Academy where I purchased a camouflage jacket and belt to match my camouflage LSU hat and later found a sexy camouflage shirt at a Lafayette boutique. Wearing all this to the LSU Alumni Cotton Bowl viewing at Wild Wings in Roswell, GA this Friday.


We enjoyed lunch at another Broken Egg Café on 112 Rue Promenaden in Lafayette. After several dirty martinis, we headed back to New Iberia to run errands for AMD and hit a few other boutiques on Main Street.


En route to Loreauville, we stopped at that pharmacy near Joyce’s in St. Martinville to check out the fleur de lis inventory.


We both had to lean on the car trunk to close it as our purchases defied the space in my SUV.


New Year’s Eve we dined at Clementine and met Wayne Peltier, the owner. We joined Glenn and Julie Martin Oubre, and Kirk Crochet and his wife. My friend from the past, Bonnie Decuir sat next to our table with her husband and sons. We had a great reunion.


Charming restaurant. Wayne kept the integrity of the former restaurant as evidenced by the bar, ceilings, and other structures. The restaurant was named Clementine Dining & Spirits to pay tribute to owner Wayne Peltier's favorite artist, Clementine Hunter, a folk artist born in 1887 at Cane River, LA.


While working at Melrose Plantation, Clementine found tubes of paint lying around, beginning her life as an artist. Clementine would paint on whatever she could find. Her first painting was rendered on a window shade. Her paintings came from daily life on Melrose Plantation – baptisms, funerals, wash-days, and the harvesting of sugar cane are a few events that she documented. Clementine Hunter died in 1988 at the age of 101.


Clementine thought the normal C was rude, with its back to you, so she signed her C backwards with its arms reaching out for a hug. Wayne has incorporated her insignia into the placement of the silverware, which answers my question about the strange arrangement on our table.




I dined on roasted half duck topped with a spicy honey raspberry glaze set on a ppear and andouille hash with vegetable du jour. Delicious! The prices were very inexpensive as compared with fine dining in Atlanta.




We danced to music from our era provided by a DJ. Great time!


Saturday I served New Year’s dinner to 20 family members at AMD’s: pork loin, black eyed peas and rice [Hoppin John], steamed cabbage and ham, fromage potato casserole, green beans almondine, salad, and cheese garlic bread, peach cobbler and other desserts made by family members. AMD sat at the table for an hour. I could tell she was enjoying every minute with our family. Becky Vaughn and her sons, and Mark, Rona, Zack and Mattie Vaughn and their twin babies joined us.


Kelly and Braden left to return to Atlanta Saturday morning.


Larry and I left on Sunday morning.


Great visit.

her I wanted to buy Mom amd Pop Wick’s house and property so I could still have physical ties to Loreauville after she died. I hope that my siblings don’t take issue with that decision.

Rising at 5:30 a.m., I read, donned my workout clothes to attend morning classes at Baron Babineaux’s Health and Court Club in New Iberia. Monday, Mary’s zumba class kicked my butt. What a workout! Tuesday, Yoga with Shu Shu relaxed me as I listened to her orgasmic breaths after every stretch. Wednesday Cardio Kick proved a great work out with weights and bars. Thursday, more Zumba, and Friday, another class that I left drenched but feeling great.

After returning to Loreauville at 10:00, AMD was finally awake. She drank hot chocolate and did not touch breakfast I prepared for her. She listened as I told her about my workouts and the nice retired men I conversed with at Baron’s.

I dressed for the day; Kelly drove to meet me each morning at 11:00 so I could take her on a shopping tour in the area. We spent four hours at Ricky’s at Bayou Landing talking with Angela who helped us to find great bargains and stunning ensembles. After dropping a load of cash there, we drove to Lafayette to Academy where I purchased a camouflage jacket and belt to match my camouflage LSU hat and later found a sexy camouflage shirt at a Lafayette boutique. Wearing all this to the LSU Alumni Cotton Bowl viewing at Wild Wings in Roswell, GA this Friday.

SIDDUR

Last month during Hanukkah, I drove to my granddaughter Talia’s school, Alfred and Adele  Davis Academy, in Atlanta, at 7:30 a.m. to attend the SIDDUR ceremony specifically held for second graders so their parents could present to their child an individual SIDDUR , a Jewish  prayer book containing a set order of daily prayers and hymns.

Each family designs and creates a decorative, unique artistic cover for the SIDDUR, constructing it of needlepoint, embroidery, or artwork painted on cloth. Talia’s Aunt Joan, a professional artist, painted the cover on cloth, and then reproduced the same artwork in a painting for Talia.

In a classroom, parents of the second graders individually dedicated and presented the decorated SIDDURS to their child, and spoke of the significance of the Jewish faith, the legacy of the family, and the importance of  this symbolic holy book.

After the individual ceremony, the entire school, faculty, students, parents, grandparents, and other relatives filed into the gymnasium to honor the second graders who sat on bleachers facing the crowd.

Rabbi Menashe Goldberger welcomed and congratulated the second graders who sat holding their treasured SIDDURS. Playing a guitar, he accompanied the second graders as they led parts of the shacharit (morning prayer) service in Hebrew, using their SIDDUR for the first time.

Second graders then sang traditional Hebrew songs. The Rabbi spoke of the relationship and importance of this holy book to their lives and cautioned them to protect and cherish it. Since that day, Talia has slept clutching her SIDDUR.

After the dedication ceremony, Rabbi Goldberger, asked the crowd to face East toward Jerusalem and everyone sang a traditional Hebrew closing song while Talia’s four year old brother Jake twirled and threw, using his magic fingers, Spiderman webs at the crowd.

Impressed by the ritual, the participation by the crowd, and the understanding of these eight year olds of the importance of their connection to their Jewish faith, I drove away from the school feeling grateful and proud that my grandchildrens’ appreciation of their faith will help them to cherish the principles and symbols of Judaism that will guide them to become good people.