Something's Different. Did You Redecorate?

I thought this place needed some sprucing up, so let me present the all-new, spic-n-span Bitchin' Wives Club. It is a little painful to say goodbye to my trashy former avatar decked out in her St. Edward's Cross crown, but it was time to let her go back to the garage band and malternative beverages from whence she came. She'll be singing old UK glam rock hits, no doubt, at a karaoke bar near you soon. 


I'm still not sure what adventures I will be getting up to here in Louisiana, but one can only assume that they will involve alligators, lizards running into the house when doors are opened, trying to wrestle my hair into submission in the ghastly humidity and lots of insane / random happenings that only my family seem to attract.

Like this, for example: 

That would be the duck that wandered into our lives last week. Into our lives and then into our hearts. He was given the name Nibblers and he followed us everywhere when we went outside and even followed us right into the house. He even chased the car down the drive when we drove away—just like a dog!

And then, two short days later, the neighbor's f***ing dog ate its head. Just the head!

Tears were shed, epitaphs spewed, and lessons were learned. We are now fixating on getting peacocks to liven up the yard, but I am fearful that they, too, will fall victim to the dogs that wander on and off the property like stray flea-bitten harbingers of death. Only they are not strays. They are just dogs that are not kept corralled by their owner. I have to say that I am unfamiliar with how this works and haven't yet worked up the nerve to go talk to the neighbor in question. I think that more ducks or, perhaps, some chickens, will have to be purchased and cared for as a trial run before we go for the blue-green gold. 

Let's just stop for a moment and consider how much thought I am putting into this. 

Okay, but what else am I going to do out here in the country, people?!?

So, yes, you can see that I am still trying to recalibrate my life to these new environs. And it may take a little longer than anticipated. 

Now that the house is finally getting to a livable state—my mom came down last week and helped whip it into shape—and my office, out in the guest cottage, becomes usable, I am sure that I will be able to let my creativity loose. If my impromptu self-portrait shoot that I did yesterday is any indication, I should be able to come up with something. 

One more thing: I have been trying to come up with a way to corral all the links that I tweet or share on facebook every week. I think my tumblr blog: The Conversationalist is the best option for now. If you want to see the best of my internet ramblings, please follow any and all of the aforementioned links. You might want to check out my Pinterest page, too. I have some invites left, if the site won't let you sign up on your own. Just leave a comment with your email and I'll send one along.