The World According To Prejeant

For Prejeant.com Going Forward...

 
I need to let everyone know.  All 'none' of you who tuned into prejeant.com on a regular basis after my 2009ish jump into the facebook world,  you may have noticed something.  I have sucked at this whole blog thing,  a lotsa crapload lately.  Facebook, somewhat like disco in the late 1970s, just took the US by storm in the late 2000s.  I was a victim.  And yes, I am still a victim, even now as the date you see above in this post.  But, I want to tell you that I am not totally captive; as I have not forgot about my roots.  Oh no.  And, I feel that my roots need nourishing, if not short term, but for their entire tree span, however long that may be. 

Listen, Facebook was/still is the great Civic for reaching out.  But it really comes down to this simple fact, folks:  I cannot write enough in a facebook post.  And honestly, my inadequacy is probably understandable for a majority of my facebook friends.  And I get that.  But, I have more to say.  Alot more to say than I can probably write in the 30 minutes of free time that I may get for myself in a week.   

With all that said, yall get it.  You probably say, Prejeant, all you want to do is blab.  And I understand that many of you will just probably go back to facebook and deal with my 20 word attempts to be funny, insightful, and witty.  Those will probably continue to laugh it off and say, 'oh there goes prejeant again, blabbing about something that I don't care about...blah, blah, blah.'

I am so cool with that.  I capeche you. 

But, if ever you get bored on facebook, or while talking to your therapist, or stuck in the woods with only the internet, or just during a root canal, please log into prejeant.com and check me out sometimes.  I just may surprise you, although there is a decent chance that I just may bore you so much that the dentist guy will not have to give you any Novocaine for your root canal. 

Capeche?

 

J-Roe.

410 days. Its so amazing how many things can happen in that time span.

Since I last left all of my loyal throngs of followers, there has been many a change in prejeant of prejeant.com's life. As you may be able to have deciphered from my previous country-fried post, there was a little something that was supposed to arrive into this world on October 29th, 2010.

Well she waited 4 more days.

And claude were we anxious. When October 29th came and departed, Cynthia and I were both showing nonchalant-ness as to the "due date" became the over "due-date". We are both exact by the book people, who can put a great front on about being easy-going and carefree. The truth is, we were freaking behind closed doors.

We read all of the websites, read the books we had on our nightstands, and even trekked on the streetcar one Sunday to the now-defunct Borders at St. Chuck and Louisiana to gather more info. Everything we read there pretty much matched what we were trying: spicy foods, curry, talking to the baby, pineapple puree, walking (albeit it just to the corner and back to let Coley so his bidness at night). Nothing new, no new revelations. We left Borders, lattes (caffed, decaffed for her) in hand, kinda dejected. Sad.

Cynthia was all about natural delivery, no drugs, no induction unless absolutely necessary. I agreed up to a point, but started really thinking about the "induction unless absolutely necessary" option. When would just be the date that we would just have to call the doc and say, ok lets do it. One week too late, is ok, but you probably wouldn't want to go further. That was pretty much all we heard from our doctor, and a majority of the research.

As we waited for the streetcar at St. Charles and Louisiana, we talked about everything. It seemed like it lasted for 20-30 minutes. When in fact, it did. We waited there for at least a half and hour.

The conventional thought when streetcaring it in New Orleans, is that you walk toward the destination that you are aiming for. And, if the streetcar comes why you are on your walk toward your destination you get bonus points that can be cashed in the day after Mardi Gras day to lessen your hangover, and, of course, a ride sans walk.

So we started walking our sweet ass down St. Charles. Our cross street is Leontine. If you look at a map or "Nav" it you will see that there are a bunch of blocks and a good amount of city walking distance between Louisiana and Leontine.

Its amazing when you start to walking and talking, how your mind zaps time and distance. (Isn't that equal to speed? -help please: high school and college (LSU-S) physics)

When we reached Leontine and St. Charles, about 6 seconds after we left Borders, we both looked at each other and said, "Did we just walk that far?". The answer, yes, you did fool!

We wind down, head to bed still dejected. Wake up in the morning, and I drop Cynthia off at Green. How are you feeling, I ask. Fine, I feel great, no contractions. Normal response as I've gotten the last 30+ days that I've asked the question.

I get a call from her about 3:00 that afternoon.  She says, "So, do you want me to pick me up at 4:15 instead of 4:30 today?"

"Why?" was my exact response.

And then about twenty-one and a half hours later. Justina Rose Prejeant was born. The most beautiful thing to have ever come into either of our lives. There is nothing greater. She was a blessing the first time that we saw her on early Tuesday morning at 3:03am on November 2nd, 2010; a blessing today; and will always be our blessing for the rest of our lives. We love her so much.

So, if we have words "to leave to you, to live by", they would be:

"You want to have a baby? Walk on St. Charles Ave. from Louisiana Avenue to Leontine St."

It works.

To My New Girl

My first notes of many to you.  Cannot wait, October 29th cannot come soon enough.  We have so much to share.  So, its time for me to start getting my stuff together.  My playlists and music collection that is, my cher we have lots of music to hear together...

To start things off, I know a good one that I would like you to hear on that first night back at the house when its just me and you, and we are up together all night (after all, mom is probably going to be tired, and we will need to give her all of the sleep she deserves): 

 

"When You Say Nothing At All" - Keith Whitley -

• This is the first song that you will ever hear besides the beat of mom's heart which you heard the day before you arrived at 5330 Laurel.  To be honest with you it is the best the song ever created.  That's a strong statement, yeah, but you know what, its true.  Wanna know why?  Its about something you'll discover one day, I don't know when, but you'll know it when you do.  Its about having so much love and trust for a person that it transcends anything.  Both of you will always have a strong contentious and secure feeling that will never go away, and if you ever doubt it, all you will need to do is to just look at that person and you will be reassured.   You will both go through good and bad times in your life, and there is no doubt about that.  But, this person will always be by your side during the difficult times and the great times (like when the Saints win the Superbowl)!  It's special, and its something you will always need to cherish and always work to protect.  But, there is nothing greater in life than that person who really loves you.  It's paramount.  By the way, as you will probably know by the time that we play it at your wedding, this was your Parents' wedding song.    
• On a side note, this song is also special to me.  It's more about the cassette tape that it was on.  Your dad's grandma Emma lived in Bayou Sale, LA.  When I was a little kid, I would often stay at Mom-mom Emmy's trailer overnight.  When mom-mom Emmy would go to bed, I would often sneak out of bed, and get curious and check out her tape collection.  For some reason, I picked up this tape and played it on her tape deck one night.  It struck me, maybe it was his voice, maybe the words, but it was Keith Whitley, and it stuck.  He was simple, straight-forward, but always made love and emotion sound comforting.   I never forgot that album, and i never forgot that song.  It always reminds me of Mom-mom Emmy and the Bayou Sale tranquility.
• PS - For some reason your mom prefers the Allison Krauss version?!?  I know.  Allison has nothing on the original.  And also, "Somebody's Doin Me Right" is pretty good too.

I am the best.

I Don't Think You Can Do This.

I will beat all that attempt to beat me.  You wil go down.  Soft shirts and all.  -Prejeant

Cover Me....Compound Lard

 
http://www.prejeant.com/digest/2004/03/covering_my_has.html

can I finally say that the coefficient of:

Compound Lard = f * a / t  

where:

f = Fried coefficient (~ average belt size of the entire restaurant - varies from 0 to Houston, New Orleans is right behind :))
a = number of porterhouses cooked rare
t = number of times the Saints have won the Super Bowl

WHERE t is now 1.  One.  Uno.  Une.  Won!  Like, we WON the LAST SUPERBOWL!!

Go Waffle House, your factor is now legal.  And more importantly, geaux Saints Fans from 2004!!!!!  Where y'at!

Premier Cinq - Meilleure Bière

This is simply, impossible.  Here's my impossible top 5 attempt.  So many of my favorites were left out of this list, and so you know, here we go:

Premier Cinq - Melilleure Biere

Treme' (Trim-may)

Voice, yah nailed it....don't read into too many pages though, wait for the series to start. 

Treme...i saw them filming a few blocks from us the other day when I was leaving for the aeropuerto!  Its a big production, let's not forget that.  And also, lets try to keep it numb, and watch it like everyone else.  They are going to screw up at some point.  Its gonna happen.

So, I think we should just enjoy, and appreciate the attempt.  Let's all hope that its by far the best attempt yet, but also, let's also keep in mind we don't have another blackened Redfish on our hands.

Hugged Your Friends, Kissed Your Mama Goodbye...

One of the most underated songs of last decade.  GTH, those who disagree.

 

B.E.A.C.H. the sequel....

While we are on this note.

Play this -> 2-16 Volcano

Dream about having moves like this ->

Then get ready for beach season and view our ole school Honeymoon in Hawaii pics.  May I say, the commentary is absolutely superb...

Honeymoon - Prejeanstello

GImme Beach

From Pass Christian Beach - Weekend Jaunt Reno 911, here I come, yeah ok spare me!  Just a quick note to say Winter (knock on...) appears to be over in these parts of da world.  So I must say, Beautiful Weather Season in South Louisiana, albeit shorter than usual, is upon us.  Although it is not exactly bodysurf in the Gulf, Rona time yet, it never fails, this time a year gets me a-thinking....B.E.A.C.H.  Yo, Beach!  Get ready this year, we're a comin'!