Subscribe to what you want, my birth lottery included trees and butterflies, I was raised in a forest in a glass house in a forest. (We had an atrium inside with a forest of trees growing through the roof, and the house was in the middle of a forest)

If I were born black, that person would be me, but I would be different. Besides, I was born a poor black child, sir. ;-)

If my starting line is 50 meters ahead of yours in a 100 yard dash through nothing but luck, that's pretty lucky for me.

I feel pretty successful having made little effort to get there, that's luck.

I don't feel shame because I'm not a normal American that thinks anything they want is something they deserve and need. Best lesson my dad ever taught me was know the difference between want and need and you'll be far happier in life. It's true.

I don't have too much, I have enough, but I still share with those who i feel don't. I've housed multiple friends for free, and even let one live in my yard for 7 years, which in retrospect was at least 5 years too many. My wife and I live comfortably on <$30000 a year. Most Americans can't live on that for one person. Newts do just fine, we take a vacation every year, pay our bills, and eat well.
Maybe that's why I'm so different. I was allowed to roam the wild woods and bayou alone at just over 3, to the point where the neighbors told my parents they were going to call the cops. This was in the middle of Houston, literally a wilderness of (or at least in) modern civilization. ;-)

I did go to school for 24 years (preschool -the ten year plan at Jr college) but never tried hard or practiced, to the point where my trig teacher insisted I was cheating because I didn't pay attention or do homework so she separated me for a big test, the class average dropped a full grade but not me, my neighbors were cheating off me. She left me alone after that. That might be preparations, but it wasn't hard work. It was boring busy work.

I did that, read encyclopedias and dictionaries. That was punishment at my school through 7th grade....but my grandmother read her set through twice for fun. My mother was called "the encyclopedia" in school, with good reason.

I definitely let opportunities pass often. Sometimes because I don't need them and others might, sometimes I'm just lazy and happy so see no need to expend effort, usually because I see opportunities as traps, the bait being some modest short term gain, the cage being large long term obligations. I'm always prepared for opportunities that are for me without preparation. I'm not Trumpian, I understand I have limitations, and don't tend to obligate myself beyond them.

Who said I waited. I've been lucky enough that I didn't have to wait for, nor do I expect luck. Through luck, forethought, and decent planning things have worked out well with minimal effort or sacrifice. I don't rely on luck to dig me out of holes, I tend to watch my step and not fall in them often. You might call that preparation, I call it paying attention. It's working so far.

Hello my friend.

The flood threat is minimized in the last couple of hours.

Rather than the training that was predicted and feared the fronts are merging and moving fast. Unless it stalls we will get 2-3 inches per hour for 2-3 hours. Street flooding but no bayou or residential flooding.

We have been following the horrific developments in CA. Those poor people.

How are you Eric?

The state seal thing is true. My family comes from the bayou of Florida. What it doesn't show is the alligators who help dispose of the bodies out behind the trailer.

And the mosquitos which torment the body disposers -- which ironically happen to be the state bird! State tree has a rope hangin' from it, just sayin'.

On a less funny note, I think UF's mascot is a hurricane? No, that's UM. UF is the alligators. FSC's mascot is a deadly moccasin...

So pretty much all the scary shit that will fucking kill you if you get near it. State seal might as well have a body being disposed of in a swamp and the state bird might as fucking well be a big blood fat mosquito.

(State bird is actually a mockingbird and a Seminole is on the state seal.)

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hmm.. @eric3579 here's another version of the lyrics. i'm not sure which is more correct.

Hey
I can be the answer
i'm ready to dance when the vamp up
and when i hit that dip get ya camera
you could see i been that bitch since the pamper
and that i am that young sis
the beacon. the bitch who wants to compete and i could freak a ‘fit
that pump w/ the peep &
you know what ya bitch become when her weave in
i just wanna sip that punch with ya peeps &
sit in that lunch if ya treatin
kick it with ya bitch who come from parisian
she know where i get mine from and the season
now she wanna lick my plum in the evening
and fit that ton-tongue d-deep in
i guess that kunt gettin eaten (2x)
i was in the 212 on the uptown A nigga you know what's up
or don't you? word to who made ya
i'm a rude bitch nigga
what are you made up of? i'ma eat ya food up boo
i could bust your 8
i'ma do one too
fuck ya gon do?
when ya do make bucks
i'ma look right nigga bet ya do want to fuck…..
fuck him like ya do want to cum
ya gay to get discovered in my two-one-deuce
cock-a-likkin in the water by the blue bayou
caught the warm goo
in ya du-rag too son? nigga you're a kool-aid dude
plus your bitch might lick it
wonder who let you come to one-two
with ya doodoo crew son…. fuck are you into
huh? niggas better oooh-run-run
you could get shot homie
if ya do want to
put ya guns up
tell your crew don't front
i'm a hoodlum nigga you know you were too once.
Bitch i'm ‘bout to blew up too
i'm the one today
i'm the new shit boo
young rapunzel
who are you bitch
new lunch? - i'ma ruin you kunt (3x) AYO
I HEARD YOU RIDING WITH THE SAME TALL
TALL TALE
TELLING THEM YA MADE SOME
SAYING YOU GRIDING BUT YA AIN'T GOING
NOWHERE WHY PROCRASTINATE GIRL? YOU GOT ALOT BUT YOU JUST WASTE ALL YOURS AND
THEY'LL FORGET YOUR NAME SOON
AND WONT NOBODY BE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF (YEA) -WHAT YOU GON DO WHEN I APPEAR?
W-WHEN-WHEN I PREMIERE? BITCH THE END OF YOUR LIVES ARE NEAR
THIS SHIT BEEN MINE MINE. (2X) bitch i'm in the 212 with the fif' cocked nigga its the TWO-ONE-ZOO
fuck ya gon do
when ya goon sprayed up
bet his bitch wont get him
bet ya you wont do much. see even if ya do want to bust
ya bitch'll get ya cut and touch ya crew up too pop
ya playing with ya butter like ya boo won't true cock the gun to where ya do eat poom hun?
i'm fucking with ya cutie-q
what's your dick like homie? what are you into? what's the run dude? where do you wake up?
tell ya bitch keep hatin'
i'm the new one two huh…. cuz i remember you when you were the young new face but ya do like to slumber don't you?
now ya boo up too hun.
I'M A RUIN YOU KUNT. -WHAT YOU GON DO WHEN I APPEAR? W-WHEN-WHEN I PREMIERE? BITCH THE END OF YOUR LIVES ARE NEAR
THIS SHIT BEEN MINE MINE. (2X)

Thanks Mr. Corea! Great to hear from you, and I hope you and yours had an outstanding holiday as well. Y'all celebrate Boxing Day down on the bayou?

In reply to this comment by chicchorea:
MERRY CHRISTMAS.

I hope you are having/had a very good one.

Thank you for the promote.

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*promote

Wikipedia on the original song "Jambalaya on the Bayou":
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jambalaya_%28On_the_Bayou%29

Hank Williams singing the song on YouTube:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xnKOVPXhlnE

Lyrics:

Goodbye Joe me gotta go me oh my oh
Me gotta go pole the pirogue down the bayou
My Yvonne the sweetest one me oh my oh
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie and file gumbo
Cause tonight I'm gonna see my ma cher amio
Pick guitar fill fruit jar and be gay-o
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
[ fiddle ]
Thibodaux Fontaineaux the place is buzzin'
Kinfolk come to see Yvonne by the dozen
Dress in style and go hog wild me oh my oh
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
Settle down far from town get me a pirogue
And I'll catch all the fish in the bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie...
[ fiddle ]
Later on, swap my mon, get me a pirogue
and I'll catch all the fish on the bayou
Swap my mon, to buy Yvonne what she need-oh
Son of a gun we'll have big fun on the bayou
Jambalaya and a crawfish pie...

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*promotethisgreatsongwhywontyouvotegoddammit?!

thanks my man.love the modified avatar btw =)

I owe you two big 'thank you's. #1 for posting this video. Keep fighting the good fight! #2 for checking in with me. It's more appreciated than you could realize. All is well here - hope all is the same bayou.
=)

>> ^swampgirl:
I would LOVE to know someone that's an authentic cajun cook. About the only folks I know that can cook old southern food now are pretty old.
Who's passing this knowledge down?

Go down Bayou Lafourche or Bayou Terrebonne and everyone can cook like that. I can make a mean chicken gumbo myself. BTW, half the people in my family have his accent.

And now all toy guns have to be neon pink so real cops don't shoot down kids playing cops and robbers.

Hell I remember playing down by the bayou by my house when I was a kid. Some nosy, paranoid, and obviously legally blind neighbor called the cops and told them we had guns and were shooting things. Next thing my friend I know is there's a bunch of cops creeping around trying to circle us, until one cautiously comes out and asks where our guns were. Explained we had no guns, he told us about the neighbor, and asked what we had. We said stick, and I showed him the one I was quite plainly carrying. They seemed satisfied at that, but told us not to play around the bayou (as if, that was one of the best places to play as a kid). I shudder to think what would have happened if we had realistic looking plastic guns.

...and that concludes my trip down memory lane.

She would have blown me away if she included a Cajun accent, like a Bayou Lafourche accent found in places such as Larose or Cutoff. lol.

The soundtrack to an entire generation. I love CCR.

Creedence Clearwater Revival, commonly referred to by their initials CCR or simply Creedence, was an American rock band, fronted by John Fogerty. Although it hailed from the Bay Area of California, the group was influenced by the swamp blues genre that came out of south Louisiana in the late 1950s and early to mid-1960s. CCR cultivated a Louisiana connection through its choice of song and album titles, such as "Born on the Bayou," Bayou Country, and Mardi Gras, as well as through the southern "good ol' boy" image projected by its members.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Creedence_Clearwater_Revival