Here is a picture of me dancing at the Bottom Line Beach Club outside of New Orleans. Do you see those excellent dance steps? I am truly CUTTING THE RUG.
Ferdie, you sure can dance!
Ferdie Surely Can Dance
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I Sang at the Beach Club
NEW ORLEANS (Gazette) — Over the weekend, I sang a little bit background while my brother-in-law’s band played at the Bottom Line Beach Club outside of New Orleans. The clip below is blurry, but you can hear my voice in the background singing #CAROLYN near the end of the video in dedication to my aunt and uncle.
With all of the tragic news that we heard from around the world this weekend, I was happy to see the picture of this lovely runway model below. So, there is something fine going on today.
I like this picture.
You might just laugh at Nicolle Kidman’s below video. While guesting on the Jimmy Fallon Show, Nicole Kidman said that her worst date ever was a date with Jimmy Fallon years ago. Kidman’s story totally embarrassed Fallon.
Also, it took a minute for me to see what was funny about the tweetpic below. However, once I realized that is a real boy who climbed into the freezer I had a good laugh.
Me this summer http://t.co/lWdAJqCfw4—
Funny Tweets (@autocorrects) June 26, 2014
My Aunt Berenice Delery
NEW ORLEANS (Delery Gazette) — From an article entitled CREOLE BEAUTIES OF THE 1940S & 1950S at the CreoleGen website a family friend found this picture and story about my Aunt Berenice Delery Moret, my dad’s sister. The picture and story are amazing to me. I sure would like to share it here with my readers.
The CREOLEGEN story said:
Pretty Berenice Delery was pictured in the Xavier Herald of December 1945 when she was a sophomore in the College of Liberal Arts. As a native New Orleanian, she lived at 1906 Annette Street with her parents, Ferdinand Delery, Sr., Beatrice Patterson Delery and several siblings. While at Xavier, she was an active member of the Sodality of Our Lady and one of the ranking students of her class. She married Mr. William Rouege. After his death, she became the wife of Mr. Calvin Moret of New Orleans.
Berenice Delery
Sources: The Louisiana Weekly, 27 Feb. 1942 p.4+ 05 August 1944 p.4 + 13 Oct. 1945 p.1; 05 Nov. 1949 p. 1+ 13 Nov. 1954 p.1+ 01 Sept. 1956 p.1; Xavier Herald, Xavier University Archives & Special Collections, Dec. 1944 p. 6+ Dec. 1945 p .5; Ancestry.com (census records, etc).
In the Beginning, God said…
NEW ORLEANS (by Ferdie Werdie) —
In the beginning, God said: I play the trumpet.
In 1967, Louis Armstrong said: No kidding? You too?
In 2014, Ryan Seacrest said: I play the clarinet…
Go figure! Hahaha…
Here is Ferdie practicing for a gig this weekend on his INSTRUMENT OF THE LORD.
Ferdie Werdie
People often ask me, “Ferdie, what do you dream about? What comes up mostly in your dreams”? I tell them that often I dream about loved ones and relatives who have passed away. I often have vivid dreams where loved ones visit me in my dreams, and we have in-depth long conversations. I also have many, vivid, lively dreams about fine, lovely young ladies; some of whom I do not even know. I wake up truly feeling like I had just spent time with these ladies. I have even subsequently met some of these dream girls in real life. Unbelievable! They often look just like from my dreams. In fact, beginning over 30 years ago I used to dream about the very house that I live in now. I wrote a book in 2002 I HAVE A DREAM about living in this exact house. Who would have even imagined back then that I would now be living in this house. Out of the blue, I was offered to buy this house in 2007.
Butter Beans and Turkey Necks
NEW ORLEANS (by Ferdie Werdie) — I needed a change this morning for breakfast. So, I cooked a pot of butter beans and turkey necks. Now, I am good and full. I am ready to go out into this mean, cruel world with a full stomach. Hahaha… You know, it is important to have energy in your bones. I gave up New Orleans po’boys for a while. My ankles and legs swelled up over the weekend. Someone told me that too much French bread is not good for one’s blood pressure. My pressure must have shot up over the weekend because I have been enjoying too many po’boy sandwiches.
Many Saudi and Muslim women are required to wear head-to-toe hijabs. The public is not allowed to even see their eyes. What would the Taliban make of this picture?
In U.S.
My point? I compare the 2 pictures, and wonder who is correct.
Across the pond in Middle East.
Louisiana Seafood Festival
NEW ORLEANS (Gazette) — This weekend, 4 of my granddaughters (true cajun-dining experts already), myself and their moms enjoyed the Louisiana Seafood Festival. We ate bbq shrimp, stuffed oysters, alligator, shrimp/grits, charbroiled oysters, and more. My son in-law and 2 grandsons kept busy with skating, bicycling and other physical activities.
2014 Louisiana Seafood Festival:
In the picture below, a worker of Drago’s Restaurant takes charbroiled oysters off the grill during this weekend’s 2014 Louisiana Seafood Festival on the festival grounds at City Park in New Orleans.
Charbroiled Oysters
Participating Restaurants
Over two dozen of New Orleans’ top restaurants will be taking part in this year’s Seafood Festival, including:
Andrea’s Restaurant
Antoine’s
Bacchus Bistro & Bar
Blue Crab Restaurant
Boomtown Casino
Café Giovanni
Café Reconcile
Drago’s Seafood Restaurant
Ernst Café
Galatoire’s
Jacques-Imo’s Café
Lüke Restaurant
Miss Linda The Ya-Ka-Mein Lady
Mr. Mudbug Catering
Redfish Grill
Royal House Restaurant & Oyster Bar
Seither’s Seafood
Superior Seafood & Oyster Bar
Trey Yuen
TJ Gourmet
Woody’s Fish Tacos
Love is a many-splendored thing.
Many Saudi and Muslim women are required to wear head-to-toe hijabs. The public is not allowed to even see their eyes. What would the Taliban make of this picture?
In U.S.
My point? I compare the 2 pictures, and wonder who is correct.
Across the pond in Middle East.
Happy Birthday, Halfa’ Pint
NEW ORLEANS (Gazette) — We sang Happy Birthday to my granddaughter, Halfa’ Pint, this weekend. We celebrated with gumbo, potato salad, crawfish pie, butter pecan cake, ice cream. Plus, on Saturday, all of the kids enjoyed Laser Tag Quest. I will post more pictures later.
We know that she had a great weekend.
Halfa’ Pint at Laser Tag Quest birthday celebration.
The Lord Reveals a Blessed Moment
NEW ORLEANS (Gazette) — I was totally insulted last weekend on June 22 by a couple of my detractors at a family reunion event. The good Lord, throughout this week, has unveiled to me a special blessing for me and a special mission for me since the rude incident. The Lord said that all of my ancestors from Jean Lafitte to Dr. Charles Delery and all the way to my loving dad (Ferdinand Delery, Jr.) are wildly cheering me on in this mission like I am in a FIFI World Cup soccer battle. By Monday I plan to add the blessed words from the Lord to the Gazette site. I am working on it currently at my editor’s desk. Please be patient while I polish up my media presentation of these words from the Lord. Meanwhile, I put a few paragraphs here below just to preview to you what I am writing about.
Here is an update of where I am with the story on Tuesday morning July 1, 2014.
ALRIGHT, Y’ALL! UPDATE: As you can see in my tweet above, yes, I am working on my article about my getting booted out of an event last weekend for the Delery Family Reunion; and about the Lord’s powerful revelation to me. I have not finished writing about the facts yet. However, the good Lord is trying to make me joyous and contented; but, I STILL WANT TO BE MAD AND DISGRUNTLED! I have turned into a grouchy old man like in the movies, AND I LOVE IT!! Anyway, I continue to write the story; and I will publish it when I finish writing the facts. Thank you!
NOTE: In my prayers, I always remember how the Lord broke the bonds of the cross and the insults of His persecutors with the glory and power of His exit from the grave.
Who in the heck thinks they can nail me to the cross without the virtue of the Lord pouring down upon me.
I seek to run with the legions of anointed warriors in the army of the Lord. Plus, in the furthest reaches of my mind, I do not even much care what image my detractors have of me. I cannot concern myself with what image people want to make me into. Since before I could even hold my own baby bottle I walked with Jesus; and (like it or not, my detractors) my self-image has always been similar to the likes of: Marlon Brando, Steve McQueen, Robert Mitchum, Paul Newman, James Bond 007. I am a card-carrying member of the likes of that group.
Jesus Christ loves me. I know that! Jesus Christ loves you too!
Busy prioritizing my detractors, my special assistant (my Bond Girl) says:
Ferdie, honey, are you ready for your mission?
I Am A Lion
NEW ORLEANS (Gazette) — DO NOT mistake me for a member of POLITE SOCIETY. Why? There has been a rash of people beating me over the head about ME and MY life. You are getting on my nerves. You need to know right here, right now that I am a cross between a mountain lion and a grizzly bear. Please do not try to make me into a cute, little puppy dog or something like that. THEY called my dad THE Green-Eyed Monster, Jr., (actually because of the color of his eyes). I am the Green-Eyed Monster III (probably because of DNA). I am Ferd THE Third. Let’s get that straight.
I do not want to waste my time trying to figure out what kind of image my detractors have of me. That is their problem. At an early age (I think at about 9 or 10 months-old), I realized that I was a rebel; and there was nothing anyone could do about it. One of my proudest moments was when I had a fight as an altar boy at Corpus Christi Church before Mass (ON the altar in front of the congregation in my full altar boy outfit) in which I beat the other altar boy with a stick. I had pulled the “STOP” flag off of my patrol boy stick for the festivities. The next day, the priests had a hearing with me and kicked me “clean” off the Altar Boy Society. I loved it! I was only 11 years-old, and LOVED IT! Who in the hell thinks they can change me now.
I do not seek to run in polite society. I was a rebel since I was 2 months-old (actually realizing it only when I was 9 months-old). In the furthest reaches of my mind, I do not even much care what image my detractors have of me. I cannot concern myself with what image people want to make me into. Since before I could even hold my own baby bottle, my self-image has been similar to the likes of: the Rolling Stones, Jimi Hendrix, Marlon Brando, Steve McQueen, Robert Mitchum, Paul Newman, James Bond. I am a card-carrying member of the likes of that group.
Jesus Christ loves me. I know that! However, one thing that I am not is a “bitch.” Ooops!! I forgot. I AM A BITCH. Sorry! In fact, I am A TOTAL BITCH! Hahaha. That does not sound right, does it? Anyway, I am not a HOE. Umm… I mean, I am not a HOE anymore.
Prioritizing my detractors, my special assistant (my Bond Girl) says:
Ferdie, honey, are you ready for your mission?
Me Singing Cover Song
Clip of my latest cover song.
Ferdie Werdie
I sing this song for my brother Carl’s critique. I seek his honest opinion. Made with love using Windows Live Movie Maker (http://download.live.com/).
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Ferdie Werdie: The clip is cut off rather short b/c only a small amount of audio can be attached from a cell phone.
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