As summer kicks off and the Blue Bell ice cream recall is behind us, I have been forced to recall another Blue Bell incident. Just so you know, I love ice cream as much as the next person. However, I can’t eat it without glancing down at my nipples. Yes, I’m aware that this is weird, but there’s no one to blame but the ice cream man. Read More
When did my shot glasses become sippy cups!?
When did my shot glasses become sippy cups?
It happens to the best of us. We travel somewhere extremely cool, and we never want to forget the place. It’s where you striped down, got nekkid, let your hair go wild and did a few more things that would definitely tilt the scales to read, BORDERLINE INAPPROPRIATE. That magical, wonderful place helped you cross a milestone in your life. It does not matter what others think, all you know is you’re not leaving there without a few mementos. Screw the postcards…they just won’t do this time…you need something to hold in your hands. Something with a little more substance to it, something that will take you back and put a smile on your face when you close your eyes.
VA-JAY-JAYS UNITE…what’s that smell?
There’s something I’ve never understood. I have found it impossible to keep my mouth shut on the subject this time. My news-feed has been flooded lately with advice from doctor type men or coaches telling me how to keep a healthy vagina. At first I ignored the urge to push on the links but they kept coming like a bad case of bed bugs. Therefore, I had to see what advice they wanted to share.
I realize to some folks this topic is a sensitive one.
Therefore, I feel the need for a disclaimer here…
Our second granddaughter…just adorable! Do you remember…that moment when you found a stash of candy or chocolate hidden deep within the darkest corners of your bedroom? That secret place that no one could find? That hard to get too place filled with precious nuggets of creamy goodness?
Now… remember that you forgot where that was?! Oh the insanity, the agony, the shear horror, knowing that somewhere very near was your salvation. Pure heavenly bliss in a wrapper…mmm! If only you could find it!
Our first granddaughter! How cute…already has Paw Paw wrapped around her finger. She still loves to put his hat and glasses on!
How could I have known…this innocent looking hairpin could send me straight to hell!
There’s something deep within the soul of a person who’s been exposed to Pentecostal roots, or any Southern hardcore religion, for that matter. One soon develops a passion to do what’s right and pleasing in the sight of God. Some people have dreams, visions and, dare I say, ‘déjà vu’ regarding which path to take. Nothing wrong with that unless you are trying to shove that path under someone else’s feet.
Just a gentle nudge will do…
WHO IS T’LOUISE – SOUTHERN AUTHOR
‘Honey Pleazzzz…a blog by T’Louise!’ T’Louise is an Independent Southern woman with a fresh mouth and very few filters. She believes in family, love and truth. Growing up in the Cane River area of Louisiana has given T’Louise the ‘special sauce’ and spicy disposition to convey life in the South with intense authenticity, and with the finest perspective. Born just south of Cloutierville (clue-chee-ville), Louisiana…her roots run deep here. Writing saturates T’Louise’s family line and is the life blood of her soul. She is proud to call Kate Chopin, ‘Family’. Kate… Cloutierville resident, and turn of the century feminist author, set the world on fire with her publication, ‘The Awakening’. If that wasn’t enough, the other side of T’s DNA brought the very first deep south ’True Faith Ministries’ Holy Rollers Revival Church to the indigenous and heathen Cajun population…that needed Jesus in a big way! Something mysterious about this small rural town. This is Plantation country. Many contentious Southernism’s have been birthed here among this fertile cotton growing community. T’Louise believes, and is quite confident, that she is uniquely qualified to bring her very real Southern heritage to a new audience. Life in the South will never be the same, neither will yours after you read the words penned here. If life has dealt her lemons…she will use that sh*% for body spray.
“I claim no resemblance to the heavenly angels above. My wings are more than tattered and this halo barely intact.” T’Louise says. “Everything I do (and say)…I can explain. If not…Moma made me do it!” Creator and instigator of the original ‘Southern Dusty Angels'(TM)…T’Louise has been known to cuss, swear and enjoy a ‘lil firewater from time to time (lemon drop martini or a spicy bloody mary). “Moma always says, ‘the Truth will set you free’. I’m just here to write it down!”