Mr. Hotdog and Cindy Lou were camping this weekend and Hubby wanted to go out for a visit. I slogged around Saturday and didn't get myself in gear soon enough, so I promised him I would go to bed early so we could start out early Sunday.
Well, the best laid plans.... I got involved with watching Hurricane Gustav track towards New Orleans and figured this would be a repeat of the nightmare of Katrina. Then I started to draw. Always a bad idea to start drawing at 10:00 pm when I should get up early the next day.
I finally went to bed at 6:00 am Sunday after staying up all night piddling with this:
After just three hours of sleep, Hubby woke me up and we started off for the campground. On the way we passed a church sign: "God has a big eraser." I think it is supposed to mean that God will forgive and forget all your sins, but I got a whole 'nuther message:
Yeah, I think funny.
At the campground there was a temporary corral with horses down by the lake. Odd, but I guessed it was somebody running from Gustav. Yep, Louisiana plates. Hubby had to stop and find out the rest of the story.
The guy and two other families had escaped from New Iberia, LA. He said (with a delightful Cajun accent) after Katrina the water had come within two feet of his house. He had ridden in an air boat over two-story houses. He said he wasn't sticking around for Gustav and he wasn't leaving his animals. He had packed eight horses, two cows, and a Shetland pony in the cattle trailer...and the pig in the ice chest.
The pig was on the grill and smelling mighty fine. They were trying to get everything cooked before the rain set in. He was appalled to find nobody sells beer in Arkansas on Sundays. Yes, we're a backward state.
They had left New Iberia at 2:00 pm and had to stop and swap trucks somewhere along the way because one had lost an oil pan. They arrived at the campground at 10:30 pm and finally got the corral up and the horses watered and fed at 2:00 am.
The horses were stressed from the trip and the tight quarters and were biting each other on top of a sunburn. Mr. Cajun agreed they didn't have an ideal situation here, but, "Ees bedda dan swimmin'."
We got to Hotdog and Cindy Lou's camp and Cindy Lou's brother was there too. He's a Harley Davidson guy and has a little pop-up camper trailer he pulls behind his hog.
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Cindy Lou liked this sketch so much she wants to frame it and hang it in Brother's Harley Davidson themed bachelor pad living room. I just rolled my eyes.
We finally headed home after a long, hot day of swatting skeeters and picking ticks and chiggers. I made Jambalaya for dinner in honor of our Cajun guests. Man, it was good.
Hubby made me a root beer float for dessert and I promptly fell asleep on the couch around 8:00 pm with my glasses on and Hurricane Gustav coverage blaring on the TV. Around 3:00 am I woke up to find I was clutching a plastic coffee can.
What the hell??? I don't even drink coffee. Why did I have a death grip on this thing? Hubby swears I woke up, had a conversation with him about how I wanted it for some project, and took it from him. I don't remember anything about it.
Sleep deprivation doesn't suit me well.
Tuesday, September 2, 2008
Labor Day Weekend Tale
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Afterthought: Can't really call this a coffee *can* because it's made of plastic. Coffee bucket maybe?
What a cute piggy!
My brother and I are quickly becoming HUGE fans of your work.
The Gustav cartoon needs to be sent to a newspaper- like now!!
my goodness! These are wonderful!! The holding the coffee can and not remembering is funny, totally something I would do!
Oh Dora is right you need to send in the Gustov one in...all the drawing are great! I love that you are a sleep walker/talker maybe hubby needs a video recorder.
i love the catoons..God with the eraser is perfect..
we had some people in the store today from lower texas that had left because of the weather...i cracked up over the name cindy lou..when i was married to my first husband his dad could never remember my name, just that it was one of those southern 2 names..so he always called me cindy lou...to this day i think he really thinks that was my name.
maybe you were going to collect all of the stray buttons in the house....in the coffee 'lastic.
A sketch book is righ there next to a new book of fiction....every page a new adventure.
I loved the "God has an eraser" sketch. *hee hee*
I also thought it was hilarious that you were sleeping with a "death grip" on a coffee can! LOL!
Well, you never know--keep an open mind--you might find a purpose for that coffee can yet! *smiles*
Yep, really thought you got that first cartoon from a newspaper. I think this means that you will be famous someday soon.
Again I'm overwhelmed by your sense of humor and incredible ability to capture things. Going to have to link to this one - and Dora is 100% right!
Ok, so the cajun guy brought a live pig up from LA in his cooler than butchered it in Arkansas for BBQ? Wow, that's some dedication to the grill.
Loverly artwork as usual, Miss.
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