Mais, y'all, som tings to tink abot

Hi, Joe. I have been hearing Boudreaux and Thibodeaux jokes since I was just a we-little-thing and they always bring a smile to my face. After starting chemo yesterday (eight ours of chemicals flowing into my veins) I needed something to pick me up and give me a good laugh so I went searching and decided to share a few. I doubt that there are many connoisseurs of this type of humor in the SE crowd, but I decided to post a few anyway. They are probably way too highfalutin for this crowd

But tell us, how did chemo go? Are you feeling okay? Prayers continue.

All is going great, Cindi. I finished the first three-day session yesterday. The first day was the killer, all day, a little of eight hours of infusion (some of it double time with meds going in both wrist (no, I don't have one of those little injection ports in my chest like most). I do this again in three weeks and repeat four times.

So far, no nausea. Maybe it is those expensive pills I am taking. Everyone is greatly surprised because I have been eating everything, lots of fat of course being Cajun, and nothing has bothered me. Although, I have been warned that some times it takes a few days, or maybe even not until the next session... I will enjoy my good luck (prayers) while they last though

Only side effect hitting me so far is being a bit tired and lethargic. Run out of energy, fast.

Also, see reply to DaveK in "TGIF - Ten Commandments" (above/below?) for a little more detail.

I have been meeting a lot of great people in the sessions, albeit not under great circumstances. Mostly breast cancer. One wonderful lady flys in from Hobs, NM for her treatments (sister lives in Houston) and we had several hours of chat. One old lady has been doing this since '88.

It sounds like you're making a positive from a negative, much as you can. I'm so glad that you're not suffering a lot of ill effects. And glad that you can have your etouffee and eat it too!

Re the 1988 lady--I didn't know someone could do chemo for 15 years, that's really incredible! What kind of cancer did she have that has kept her on chemo this long?

Cindi

Breast cancer. Poor description on my part, it hasn't been continuous, but she has to keep coming back because it returns in other places.

She looks great, lots of energy, spunky, married at age 24 and still married 52 years later

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Sorry Jonah. There used to be a lot of radio station on the web, but looks like the law suits and cost have shut most of them down. I couldn't even find any good MP3 samples of people like Justin Wilson. Maybe my searching skills have gotten a little rusty.

I did a few checks at http://www.cajunradio.org/language.html but to no avail. May you can find something of interest from there.

Perhaps, Joe (snapshot?) has some Justin Wilson samples on MP3 that he could send you or post a link.

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Yes, I agree. We love Benny Hill and used to watch him (reruns) on local TV, but like most good things he is gone from our local broadcast

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you Might Be A Cajun If--
--You never ran Halloween BUT always ran Mardi-Gras
--You consider the four seasons as Winter, Spring, Summer, & Hunting.
--You think the opening week-end of Squirrel Season is a legal hoilday,
AND local schools & stores in town are closed for that week-end.
--Your high school band's rendition of the National Anthem begins with,
"Jambalaya, Crawfish Pie, and File Gumbo"
--You stand up when they play "Jolie Blonde"
--You think the your State bird is the Mosquito
--You consider Breaux Bridge the Capital of the State, & Lafayette the Capital of the Nation.
--You think the Mason Dixon Line is at Bunkie.
--You think way up North is Sherverport
--Watching "Wild Kingdom" inspires you to write a cookbook.
--You think a lobster is a crawfish on steroids.
--You think boudin, hogshead cheese, and a Bud is a bland diet.
--You think Ground Hog day & Boucherie Day are the same holiday.

--You take a bite of 5-alarm chili and reach for the Tabasco.
--Fred's Lounge in Mamou means more to you than the Grand Ole Opry.
--You have an "envie: for something instead of a craving.
--You speak english but some words come out in Cajun.
--You use a #3 washtub to cover your lawn mower or your outboard motor.
--You use 2 or more pirogues to cover your tomatoes to protect them from the late frost.
--You use a gill net to play tennis, badmitton, or volleyball.
--The horsepower of your outboard motor is greater than that of your car motor.
--You pass up a trip abroad to go to the Crawfish Festival in Breaux Bridge.
--You wear those white rubber boots to clean up outside & call them your "Cajun Reboks"
--Your children's favorite bedtime story begins with "Clovis the Crawfish..."
--Your school teaches the four basic food groups as
"Boiled seafood, broiled seafood, fried seafood, and beer"
--Asked to name the four seasons & your reply is, "onions, celery, bell pepper, and garlic"
--You are asked to name the "Fab Four" and your respond,
"Paul Prudhomme, John Folse, Justin Wilson, and Vernon Rogers."
--Your description of a gourmet dinner includes "deep fat fried"
--You let your black coffee cool and find that it has jellied.
--You describe a yard of boudin and cracklins as "breakfast"
--Your mama announces each morning,
"Well, I've got the rice cooking, what will we have for supper?"
--None of your potential vacation destinations are
north of the old Mississippi River Bridge (US 190)

--You refer to Louisiana Winters as "Gumbo Weather."
--You get a dissapointing look from your wife & describe it as "She passed me them pair of eyes"
--You greet your long lost friend at the Lafayette International Airport with
"AAAAAAAYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"
--You sit down to eat boiled crawfish & your host says, "don't eat the dead ones",
and you know what he means. (I do, do you?)
--You learned Bourre the hard way, holding yourself upright in your crib.
--You learned how to add & subtract playings cards with your family.(I did)
--You don't know the real names of your friends, only their nicknames.
--You give up Tobasco & hot sauce up for Lent. (One our grandson does every year!)
--Your son brings home his future wife and you ask
"Who's your mama, is she Catholic, & can she make a roux?"(an old saying)
--You know the difference between Zatarains, Zeringue, and Zydeco.
--Your dog thinks the bed of your pickup is his kennel.
--Your husband thinks the back of his pickup is the garbage dump
--You can look at a rice field and tell how much gravy it will take to cover the rice.
When eating in a Mexico restaurant you think the hot taco dip is a soup & drink it.
AND
--at least once a day in conversation you say "Mais cher, I like that, me."