What We Ate

This is what we ate last night. That order is called a “boat” at Louisiana restaurants… a Louisiana boat of course. I will write more about it and put up more pictures, but I had better get off of this computer for a while to do some work around here. Yes, I have more pictures and comments about our lovely meal last night.

After our meal, I brought home two “go plates” (my share) from the boat. Guess what! When I got home, I finished off all of the leftover seafood, leaving only the french fries for today.

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My take-home go plates.

I at first posted these pictures up locally, but wanted you to see them also. When I got home this morning, I climbed on my scale to find out that I put on 5 pounds since yesterday after eating that “boat.” I did not indulge by my lonesome of course. By the way, I remembered to take some pictures only after we (me and them) already ate about half of the boat. Do people from around the world also like Louisiana seafood?

Be Bigger Than That

UPDATE: I plan to take a few minutes today or tomorrow to write briefly about all of my meals from yesterday. I was surprised to find out when I woke up today that I gained only 1 pound.

Positively 4th Street
by Bob Dylan
You’ve got a lotta nerve to say you are my friend
When I was down you just stood there grinnin’
You’ve got a lotta nerve to say you got a helping hand to lend
You just want to be on the side that’s winnin’

You say I let you down, ya know its not like that
If you’re so hurt, why then don’t you show it?
You say you’ve lost your faith, but that’s not where its at
You have no faith to lose, and ya know it

I know the reason, that you talked behind my back
I used to be among the crowd you’re in with
Do you take me for such a fool, to think I’d make contact
With the one who tries to hide what he don’t know to begin with?

You see me on the street, you always act surprised
You say “how are you?”, “good luck”, but ya don’t mean it
When you know as well as me, you’d rather see me paralyzed
Why don’t you just come out once and scream it

No, I do not feel that good when I see the heartbreaks you embrace
If I was a master thief perhaps I’d rob them
And tho I know you’re dissatisfied with your position and your place
Don’t you understand, its not my problem?

I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment I could be you
Yes, I wish that for just one time you could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is to see you.

Here is a picture of my brother and sister who have taught me (Ferdie Werdie) many lessons in life. Among those lessons is that it is sometimes important to stand up for your rights and dignity in this world. Too many people want you to just lie down and be stepped on. I have seen my brother and sister stand up for their rights, and I wish that I could be as brave as they are.

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My brother and sister, Carl and Joan.

I have to look for Amy Adams’ latest movie. I saw her recently in a movie on cable, and think she is stunning.

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Amy! Amy! Amy!

My Golden Jubilee Diploma

NEW ORLEANS — Do you want to see my Golden Jubilee Diploma?

WHOOP! There it is! NOTE: My latest writings are found at my drafts on my desk until I add them to the Gazette. My fellow classmates and alumni at the Jesuit High School award ceremony were all just as happy as I am. It cannot get any better! Plus, my fellow alumni could not have been nicer to me on Saturday. I guess, like they say, at this point I may as well just “close up shop” and move on up to my big ol’ mansion in the sky with Jesus. Didn’t He say, “Today you will be with me in Paradise”? Well, Jesus, here I am. I know that you #never lie.

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My Golden Jubilee Diploma

NEW ORLEANS, October 2, 2017 — Inside of every big, bad man lives a little, bitty boy. One of the fine little girls from my school story below (actually 2 grades above me) who was highly honored by her girlfriends for often beating me up in grammar school subsequently asked me to take her to her first prom when she was a junior in high school. Her exotic and romantic prom was on one of the river boats in New Orleans, and was the very day that I became 007, super agent man :).

In grammar school, I would hide in the bushes and shadows on the girls’ side of the school yard in order to watch the sexy little girls’ fine, pretty legs as they jumped rope and played hopscotch. I would even occasionally run out and yank their school skirt up to get a clean, bird’s-eye view. Ooh-Wee! The little girls often jumped me and beat me up. I LOVED IT! I actually also wrote about this in my first book DRIVE WOMEN CRAZY!

Live Video Coming Soon

I will explain at some point this weekend why I did not make daiquiriis this weekend like I promised. It is a story that I need to tell. Also, I came on briefly to mention some of my thoughts about last weekend and Father’s Day. Meanwhile, I have to sign off for a while to TCB (Take Care of some Business). So, I will finish writing this introduction next time I sign on. Thank you!! UPDATE: By TCB I meant eat. Isn’t eating Taking Care of Business; and important “to boot”? On Father’s Day, someone cooked a big pot of seafood gumbo and potato salad; and I brought over ham and daiquiris. “Ooh La La”!! I wrote and recorded a song about this outstanding gumbo. I will add the audio clip here over the weekend.

I am still enjoying cherished memories from Father’s Day present and future. Like they say, some memories will last with you for a life time.

The picture below was taken five years ago while visiting my youngest daughter, Tiopol (center), and her family in Georgia. I even see Lil’ Potato (being held, back row) who was 1 year-old going on 34 years-old. My older grandchildren are grown now, in high school, working, driving, singing, doing well in sports, etc.

My second youngest grandchild, Dori, is on the far left. This is a rare photo of all 8 of my grandchildren together; plus my daughter, Tiopol (in the middle). It would be amazing to see them together now if I could get a current picture of them all. We were visiting Tiopol in Georgia for a Father’s Day vacation.

THEN, See Below: a taped, practice video (right below my first “live” video) which I am rehearsing before I attempt my next “live” video. Would you like to see how our editor looks and sounds? I plan to do a live video soon so that my readers can hear some of my latest thoughts. Today, I want to do my second Live Video on Facebook Live. However, firstly, I have to clear off my treadmill because I have been using it as a clothes hanger and closet. It is critical that I start walking on it, especially for at least 15-or-so minutes today. I could write a whole book on how much Easter food that I ate yesterday, including what they call better-than-sex cake. As soon as I finish walking on my treadmill, I will start writing a script for the video because I would enjoy to do another Live Video today or tomorrow. Any questions for me for my video? If you do not want to ask publicly on this post, you can write questions to me privately which I can then answer live.

St. Peter said that God is no respecter of persons.

Here is my first live video. I did not have a script prepared for my first video.

Here Below is a practice video of a script that I wrote preparing to
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Answer About My Dreams

My brother, Carl Delery, asked me several questions recently which I will try to answer here. They are fine questions.

Carl asked:
So, your dreams have beginnings middle and ends? Do you have actors play the parts and even roll the credits at the end? Are all your dreams theatrical productions or maybe some are game shows? If so, do you watch the game show dreams to the end, like the movie dreams, and announce winners?

UPDATE: 2/21/2018 — I plan to take a few minutes today or tomorrow to write briefly about all of my meals from yesterday. I was surprised to find out when I woke up today that I gained only 1 pound.

Carl asked:
Ferd, it sure sounds like you have fun in your dreams. You probably even get to surf through the productions. Do you have instant replay where you can cut and perfect the performances? What do you do if one of your actors get sick, do you have stand-ins? Wow, that’s a thought. Do you have stand-up comedy or musical performances? Man I’m soo intrigued! Who is your favorite performer, is she the redhead? Do you have Shakespeare plays also (To be, or not to be. That is the question.) Is ‘Lil Red’ in Lady McBeth? She must be in a lot of your dreams; King Kong, Pretty Baby, Paper Moon, or in your case Paper Mars (I’m gonna send my wife to Mars.)

I will begin answering Carl once I study his questions. TO BE CONTINUED…

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Carl Delery

The shroud of Turin (pictured below) is the only physical image
that was left for history (and that image is stamped in the very blood which Jesus shed from the cross). If the message that Jesus taught is spiritual, then photographs,films, audio tapes, etc. seem to be the opposite of how
he wanted to teach. Think of the miracle that it is, in
and of itself, that Jesus’ word has lived. His word is the
greatest recorded message in the history of the world. Yet,
it is just as alive and vibrant as it was when it flowed
off of his tongue. That is why I think the Lord did his
work before the advent of modern recording devices.
I welcome you to email Rev. Ferdinand if there is a
special request that you want us to put on the altar of the
Lord.

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The Shroud of Turin

Answer #1 to Carl:
Only in my dreams! It is getting late, and I may be falling asleep soon. What can possibly be waiting for me in my dreams? “Ferdie Werdie, where are you? Do you want to visit me in your dreams? I am waiting,” she says.

Ferdie Werdie, where are you?

Ferdie Werdie, where are you?

Gazette · @Ferd3desk (cont)…
23rd Mar 2017
I saw a report this morning on the local news about how the trend of many people moving back to the Big Easy after Hurricane Katrina has changed. In my opinion, it is the high taxes, myriad fees and fines, run-away crime rate, government overbearance, inaccurate/incorrect traffic cameras, etc., etc. I dunno’. New Orleans has the highest taxes in the country which all add up to making citizens here feel like victims more than ever. This local government is not user friendly. It is literally totally user un-friendly.
http://www.twitlonger.com/show/n_1spnr11

There is an old Buddhist saying which reminds me of Donald Trump and his #minions. The Buddhists say, “No matter how much you wash a turd, it will not come clean.” Trump and his henchmen will never come clean even when their lies are exposed. We can see with our own eyes that the National Mall at Trump’s inauguration was nearly empty. Yet, he maintains to our faces that he could see millions of people that day from the platform on the Capitol steps. Trump is the historical definition of a turd.

December Babies!

Carl Delery, my brother, recently said, “I’d like to wish collective HAPPY BIRTHDAYS to all four of my December siblings: Ferd, Peggy, Gail and Alan wishing you all the very best in your advancing age. Take care, and may God bless you with many more.

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Me!!! Playing my trumpet. The contemporary Jesuit High Band relaxes here while we alumnii play a sassy tune at Alumnii Night.

Since Carl just now called me an old son-of-a-BLEEP in that statement above, I have a story to tell about him in revenge. Ooops! I hate to interrupt my story here, but I just had to say while it is on my mind that I AM TOO IN LOVE WITH THIS GIRL (below). I love her! I love her!

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Now, back to my story! When my brother, Carl, was 19 years-old, we (he and I) had an apartment on Paris Ave. in New Orleans. On second thought, since it is Christmas week, I will not seek revenge on my brother. Instead, I take this opportunity to wish my family and everyone a very Merry Christmas.

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Carl Delery

Also, in that same spirit of Christmas, I post the below picture of me and some relatives at a recent birthday party. HAPPY HOLIDAYS!!!

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Ferdie is here at a recent birthday party.

Here is a picture of my dad. I think that you can see a resemblance here. He is smiling here, but I think that we have the same lips.

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My dad, Ferdinand Jr.

I Ate a Whole Pie

I am sitting here at home starving to death. I am supposed to be on a diet, but I am about to eat everything in sight. Beware! Any fine, sexy ladies in my vicinity had better run for cover. Hahaha…

That is I on the right in the gold shirt. The other folks are my mom, my brother, my sisters.

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Also, our (see above photo) children are shown below:

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Pics of My Mom and Sibs

Here are five pictures of my family at a party. Plus, below I added several more pictures.

This is the picture (below) that I was planning to post individually. Everyone saw a different picture because people commented on that picture first.

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My brothers and sisters, and my mom.

This is a picture of 2 of my daughters and me at a wedding.

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Why is my mouth always moving?

I also add Carl (my brother) here in order to not leave him out.

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Carl and Joan.

This week, I am studying the practice of jumping the broom. I believe that spiritually this practice is for real. However, legally and civilly, you have to abide by the laws of the State when it comes to being considered married in the eyes of the State.

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This Wikipedia article is about the custom and phrase.

Jumping the broom is a phrase and custom relating to a wedding ceremony where the couple jumps over a broom. It has been suggested that the custom is based on an 18th-century idiomatic expression for “sham marriage”, “marriage of doubtful validity”; it was popularized in the context of the introduction of civil marriage in Britain with the Marriage Act 1836.

There have also been suggestions that the expression may derive from an actual custom of jumping over a “broomstick” (where “broom” refers to the common broom rather than the household implement) associated with the gypsies (Romani) of the United Kingdom.[2] especially those in Wales.[3]

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Jesus walks on water.

The custom of a marrying couple literally jumping over a broom is now most widespread among African Americans, popularized in the 1970s by the novel and miniseries Roots but originating in the mid 19th century as a practice in antebellum slavery in the United States.[4]

Enjoying Rainy Day in Big Easy

NEW ORLEANS (Gazette) — Just because I said that I think that this girl (below) looks cute, my daughter said that she thinks this is a man. Really? Give me a break. My daughter also said that I need to get a testosterone shot since I am starting to look at men. LOL… People sure like to block me from getting ‪#‎at‬ these young, fine women. I have been Internet (social media) friends with this girl since the ‪#MySpace‬ days. In fact, she appeared on the Paris Hilton’s My New BFF show (actually, after we were already social media friends} until the show was cancelled. She replies back to some of my tweets and such. She has a boyfriend; I am totally just Internet friends with her. We have been social media friends since way back during the days when My Space was a “thing.”

Click the Paris Hilton’s My New BFF link here https://www.facebook.com/parisbff/ to see this sexy gal in the cast picture so that you know I’m not lying. For real! I follow her on my FaceBook page and on Twitter. She has occasionally replied back to me.

There are new numbers and percentages on Donald Trump

Dang!! Look at this stallion below. That’s what I am talking about. In my opinion, my legs and stuff are buffed up and fine like that (in a masculine way of course):). I just have to work on my abs and pecs which I, by the way, bought a work-out bench for. The only thing I cannot completely shape up like I want is my butt ..which butt I actually liked (and was proud of) when I was 2 yrs.-old.

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I think that I am the male version of Marilyn. I just forgot to go to Hollywood. Duh!

To explain why I said above that I liked my butt when I was 2-years-old (which I think is a little bit out-of-shape now) you have to understand the Freudian stages of human development. In Freudian psychology there are stages of psychosexual development in all human beings, the first two of which are the oral stage and the anal stage. According to Sigmund Freud, personality is mostly established by the age of five.  Early experiences play a large role in personality development and continue to influence behavior later in life.  http://psychology.about.com/od/theoriesofpersonality/ss/psychosexualdev.htm

The second stage of human development is the anal stage, and typically lasts until 3 years-old. I am sure that I had a successful anal stage. However, if a human being with the help of his parents does not have a healthy anal stage then in adult life the person can have either an anal-expulsive personality or an anal-retentive personality. These are explained at the link above. I might have a little bit of both, but I would love to sell some of my big butt to the many lovely female Hollywood stars who pay big money for bigger butts. Megan Fox, you want more juice in your caboose? Come here and buy some of this big butt that I have 🙂 …

Happy Birthday, Dominique!

Dear Dominique!! I just left your sister’s house where your mom and I had a nice, long conversation about you, your birthday and other related-type stuff. Hahaha… I will be the bearer of all of that information to you timely because you know that they say I am like a doggone tape recorder :). She says that she hopes that you enjoyed your doggone, nice-looking, delicious-ass CHOCOLATE cake 🙂 🙂 …and, similar-type conversation.

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Dominique (right)

That chocolate, birthday cake looks delicious, and I want a piece.

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Happy Birthday!!

I sent the below note to my brother because I was supposed to drink my meal-replacement shake for lunch today. However, some no-account handlers did not show up for an appointment at noon; so, I got mad at the world and bought a fish sandwich. I must say that it was actually one of the best catfish po’boy sandwiches that I ever had. The food is always outstanding at the particular establishment that I went to.