One of my favorite things about Mardi Gras (other then King cake, great music and booze) are these:

CONTEST CLOSED. CONGRATS TO BRETT AND RACHEL FOR WINNING TICKETS TO THE BLUE MOON! THANKS FOR EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED!

As mentioned earlier in the week, King cake has been a staple in our house for the past few weeks.

And, in order to rationalize my overindulgence, I've made the whole thing a competition...not a real one...just in my head so I can not feel so guilty about consuming 3000 calories before 8:30 am.

I've set out to find the best King Cake in Lafayette!..

So the Grammy's were on last night.

Did you watch?

I'm getting a little underwhelmed with all these awards shows. I think I might be getting more and more cynical and prudish, but watching Rhianna falling in love in a hopeless place which seems to be in her handsome background dancer's crotch...or Taylor Swift basically signing ''fuck y'all haters!'' but in a more cute banjo hoedown kind of way...is getting kind of predictable...

Today my back doesn't hurt. I can run. The sun is out. My husband is cooking dinner. My pants fit nicely. I feel inspired.

The dots are starting to connect.

I got up with a smile on my face.

What a difference a week makes.

I hope you're making lemonade too:-)

Sometimes when Mark is gone fishing and nobody has a croupy cough, ear infection, sore throat, bloody nose, inexplicable rash and/or life threatening fever, I stay in bed on Saturday mornings.

I lock the doors, hide the knives and lay in bed for an extra hour.

Sometimes I wonder how the kids entertain themselves.....actually, no...I take it back.....I really don't care what they're up to as long the house doesn't burn down and I get to watch another rerun of the Golden Girls...

Right about now I'm feeling a lot of sorry for myself.

I just want roll up in a big ball of self pity and melt into this song...

SOUTHERN BELLE.

What do you think of when you hear those words?

Well, for me growing up in rural Canada, one name comes to mind....Blanche Devereaux.

HEY!! Don't laugh....and Mark, stop rolling your eyes!

Yes, it's true Blanche Devereaux, the southern belle form the Golden Girls with her southern drawl, her flawless hair, her big earrings, her red lips, her talk of honeysuckle and her Big Daddy, was my idea of what a southern Belle was like...

My love/hate relationship with the 80s can be attributed to many different things....Members Only jackets, the Rubik's cube,  ski suits, Miami Vice...but mostly it has a lot do do with stuff like this:

If you have school aged kids, you have undoubtedly made the birthday party circuit.

For those of you who don't presently have school aged kids, but plan to one day, enjoy your friend's adult parties where jello shots and pin the tail on the naked guy who passed out on the couch are acceptable activities because you'll soon be trading them in for fun jumps and cheap pizza.

Anyhow, one thing that I had not given much thought to before now where....wait for it....PARTY FAVORS!