All in the Day of a Baseball Star

So we've all been wondering what Josh has been doing in the off-season...and of course I know exactly where he is every second *wink wink*

Well for starters we know Josh has been hunting.

And he's been going to support "his teams".

and of course he's got to hang out with his favorite gal.

But then he's got to hang out with his buddies drinking

and listening to country and western music.

All in the day and life of a baseball star right?? All I know is I'm ready to see this picture

and this especially

Is it Spring YET???

We Still Miss You Dustin

I grabbed this picture off my niece's myspace site. Yesterday was the 6th anniversary of my nephew's (her brother's) death. All my pictures I have of him are not on the computer and so I resort to this one. He died in a skiing accident while on a church trip to Colorado. His mother(my sister), father and older sister were there along with several other families. Dustin was off on the bunny trail with an adult chaperone who knows his family quite well and who is totally responsible....so when the call came to my sis and her hubby who were off on a much more difficult slope there was an accident....they never dreamed what they would have to encounter once they arrived at the ski hospital. Dustin had went out of control on the slopes, got turned around, and hit a tree. I cannot begin to imagine what my sister went through in those next hours, much less each and every day afterwards to now. I know that Dustin is loved and remembered by our family. He was a little man of God. He had a heart of gold and a desire to live right. At 11 years of age, Dustin had the faith of a mustard seed and it showed.

Dan, my brother-in-law and Dustin's father, decided this year to return to the slope in Colorado. I'm not sure what or why he decided as I never spoke to him about this but I knew he was going.
So yesterday evening, I decided to text my niece to let her know I was thinking of them and asked if she had heard from her father. A few minutes later my phone rang and looking over I saw it was my niece calling....I answered but it wasn't Lindsay's voice on the other end...it was Dan's. He could tell I was confused and explained he had taken Lindsay's phone as his was on the blink...I apologized as I knew that day was very special and sacred to him....but he had such a calmness around him repeating to me and assuring me it was ok. I asked if he was up there and was he ok....he said it was good. He just wanted to let me know he had received the message meant for Lindsay and appreciated it. We hung up after that...I can't tell you how much I cried last night. It had been building all week thinking of this week and how it's affected my sister and her family.

My own life has some quirks and turns I've been dealing with....but yesterday, I realized just how small my issues were. January will be over soon....and I'll look forward to springtime.

Me Thinks Thou Dost Protest Too Much

Bad dreams are not good....bad dreams that seem real are really not good....but those real life situations that turns into a bad dream are far worse. Last night I had a dream about Roger. I'm not certain what spurred the dream but nonetheless...it woke me up.

All I recall is I was at Roger's door knocking...he finally answered the door with a smirky smile. Debbie was off to the side doing pull-ups (HEY its a DREAM...I didn't get it either). His kids were standing around. So I started talking to him about the steriod issue...when I said to him, "Roger there are people who hate you and think you're guilty but there are still people who love you...you need to just come clean and tell the truth". He just stood there shaking his head up and down smiling....then I woke up.

Why I did dream about this ex-baseball hero of mine? I hadn't talked about him that day...I have no clue what was going on.

What I should have said to Roger was, in the words of a late great writer, "me thinks thou dost protest too much"

Good Buddies

I know I've been missing in action and been worrying my lil brother Ted but I just wanted to let everyone know I'm A-OK as I've just been partying with my good buddy Beckett down at the ranch. Yah I know but someone's gotta party with Josh since Lowell, Clay and Jon got skeered away from all that gun-toting scene. Mike was gonna come but he got did all his wild hog hunting down around Florida with Wakey so me, Josh, Kevin, George and some other good ole boys just hung out round the campfire talking bout our drunk stories. I lost count of how many times the "F" bomb was dropped although it became a contest between Josh and I and if I was making as much money as he did...I think I woulda been able to beat him. I had to resort to throwing things in the pot whenever I said it instead of money or guns.....and before I knew it, I had lost everything but my shirt...wait...nevermind forget that last comment.

Anyway...it was a long weekend partying and now I'm back in rare form ready and rearing to take on the world. Beckett's been practicing his pitching by throwing the ball at the deer instead of using his guns. Baseball's make a fairly good weapon when hunting does...but not so much against the bucks. Well, Tex is back and I was just wanting ya not to worry but thanks for thinking of me and keeping me in your thoughts.

How Do You?

How do you close a door that’s never been opened?
End something that never began?
Turn the page when you’ve never read?
It’s like having the meat without the potatoes
The chowder without the cream
The cake without the icing.
I keep waiting for my time. Our time.
But it will never come. Not at this rate
Looking back at life. I need not waste my time
On souls who seek my weakness, hearts
who desire to kill my spirit
to make it his.
How do you walk away when he’s everywhere you go
but nowhere you end up?
You breathe. inhale deeply. exhale gently.
Then with purpose, your heart moves forward.

Gone to Lunch

No, my blog isn't under construction.....just my life. I've got a lot of things going on and quite frankly, my creativity is drained at the end of the day for blogging. I don't have heathens running around acting like rodeo clowns and trapeze artists to give me material.

I just wanted to write alittle to let ya know that I need time the next couple of weeks to gather my senses and thoughts so I don't need anyone asking "HEY TEX..when ya gonna blog a new post?" Cos I'm telling ya now. I'll blog when I blog.

And Ted....you'll have to figure out how to make your own signs. Now that your linked :)

Writers Strike

So we all got the bad news Jim Ed didn't make it...............AGAIN. This is absolutefuckingly ridiculous. I'm on strike today cos of it.

I'm gonna create my own HOF....and Jim Ed Rice will be at the Top of the List.

Happy Place

After tonight's act of lies and bad hair of my former reason I am a Red Sox fan....I needed my happy place. This is my little hidey hole I found on Town Lake last year after walking it many months. There's steps that leads down to this...and it's well hidden. You can't see this from the walking trail above and the steps are almost hidden as well....but once down here you're in paradise....and after listening to the big FUT and blinking eyes along with deep gulps and waffling of whether or not he's going to retire....I needed this happy place to breathe in and breathe out. Then I thought of another picture that makes me smile

My son and I while I was back home during the holidays. We're celebrating our 50th and 30th birthdays this year. My plan is for my birthday is Salem, Massachusetts to celebrate halloween in one of the most infamous cities known for witches. No, I'm not a witch or into that....but I'm just wanting to do something crazy for my 50th. And what better way to top off baseball season other than the World Series Parade AND my birthday up there? What?? you think I'm joking? See me at the end of October...and let's see who's right.

Dear Mr. President

With the presidential races on their way this year....and hopefully positive changes to come with it....I just bought singer Pink's cd and had not heard this song of hers. It reminded me of one of my dear friends off of SG, Becks. Now I am not one who discusses my political and religious beliefs with many. I really think that people of different backgrounds and beliefs can be friends, close friends even if they don't share the same beliefs in politics. I've grown up in Texas with a pretty conservative blue-collar union based family whose political views were Democratic which surprises many people. You see there are gray areas of politics...there aren't just Democrats and Republicans hence all the Independents popping up. I really don't associate myself with either one of the political parties. I have my personal beliefs...and then when it comes down to vote, I vote for the person whose beliefs matches closest to mine. Sometimes, that's hard....because sometimes my beliefs may cross over many topics and I have to decide which area is more important. All that to say....this song really sums up alot of the emotions many of us feel without the anger. This video I found on youtube really is unique. I hope you enjoy it and it makes you think.

Signs Signs Everywhere's a Sign

They say you can't go back home....well I guess you could use that same adage in going back in time. I've been passing by this sign for quite some time now since I started my new job up near Ft. Worth. It's on Hwy 121 outside of Glen Rose....I saw it the first time in November...although I had been passing on this same road numerous times. We had just won the World Series again for the 2nd time in 4 years....at first I thought it was funny how the sign had 2008 arrow towards the future (ok so it doesnt SAY future but it looks like that to me). Then one day it hit me....the arrows were pointing back in time for the years 2004 & 2007...and pointing to the future for 2008. I mean I am a person who really reads into things...the simple things. So I am predicting it now. 2008 will be another monumental year. I know we will make the playoffs...I have no doubts. I think we will be in the World Series...Bets are made. Not too long after discovering this sign...I had been admiring this sign of a ex-Red Sox player's face in Valley Mills...he wasn't someone who was in the show a long time...but anyway...I had been seeing this sign with his face on it next to a little league park...I figured he'd donated to it....all of a sudden one day I turned to look at the park and could NOT believe my eyes.

This is in Texas...in a little small town in Texas...that I pass every time I drive to one of my company's offices. Call me superstitious...but I take signs for real. I look for big things this year.

Happy New Year!

So here it is January 1, 2008 FINALLY...it's here. And what am I doing?? trying to decide on what baseball trips I'm going to get to make this year. BIG surprise I know. But unlike last year...I had this job which got me free flights and hotel points....so I have been able to take these long week vacations for free...well other than beer and food. Oh and baseball tickets. SO back to baseball...oh i guess I never left it huh? Well anyway...I have plans for Spring Training but it's looking like there is no one for me to share a room with so I may have to forgo this trip this year. I am trying to be frugal and pay off some debts. Anyway....my good buddy blogger and SGer, Ted, is making his first Trek to Fenway this year for his birthday in May and I would really like to be there. So although I usually do the mid-summer vacation to Boston....I may have to do it early and do just a quick weekend since I won't have earned vacation time or much of it. I can't be sad cos I've had a great 4 last years in vacations in Boston. And on the other hand, getting to see Ted's face light up and eyes well up when he walks up to see the Green Monster will be well worth it. It will be another one of those crashcourses into Fenway and another reason to hold a SG-fest. So I think I've made up my mind....I have to in order to buy the tickets early ya know. So Ted get ready to see this

and this

with your own eyes and not on the television. But I have to warn you about the noise here. It gets REALLY LOUD!! And I know you think I pale in comparison with Rakes....but you have NOT attended a game with me and my flag at Fenway. Your only hope is that Beckett and Timlin do not pitch.

The year Two thousand and eight is going to be Monumental for you. And I want to be there.

2007 - almost gone but not forgotten

I see my friend Beth beat me to my last post of the year's idea...but I'm certain they won't be the same.

2007 was a whirlwind of dreams for me. It all started with Spring Training in Ft. Myers and meeting Kelly off the SG site. It began flying in on Friday with plans of returning on Monday....next thing I know I'm changing flights, crashing at Brenken's and staying for another game so I can see Beckett pitch :) Then of course, it's Opening Day in TEXAS!!! I go to all three games and it is awesome how much fun I have...except it's April and it's freaking 38 degrees!!!! WHF???? IN TEXAS??? Then of course, it's Memorial weekend coming up and I have tickets for all three games....but my best friend's stepdaughter is getting married and I HAVE to attend it...SO I go to the first game and sell the other two :long sigh: But it was a grand wedding and I had a blast! Plus I truly know that the bride and groom really appreciated that I came. Next up San Diego!!! I fly into L.A.X. and stay with my good friend SoxontheBeach and then we head south....of which note to self: Always add on about 3 extra hours when you're driving to San Diego from L.A.....three games of glorious greatness!! Getting to meet several off SG for the first time yet Again...Beth, Horsham, Nate, Bellbabe, Poprocksncoke, along with the regulars MrsMLB(her buddy Mel) and Kelly. Next scheduled trip was Boston...of which I was able to catch 4 games this time and stayed there for a entire week. I got to meet for the first time Hayes (thank YOU so much for Walden!!), JET came in for a Wednesday game (I think I scared that little kid sitting in front of us), Becks got to meet me (I finally convinced her that not all Texans are dumb), and CapeCodder!! (and thanks to YOU we got the San Diego tickets!). Got to meet Cindy for a couple of beers but that's ok cos i get to spend more time during my SocTober visit. Of course I got to see all my regulars while there too: Kelly, Cyn, and abunch off my other serialkiller internet board friends. I love Boston...it's almost like going home for me. Ok the last trip for baseball was going to Baltimore....I met up with Kelly at the airport then headed to the hotel of which Cyn was waiting for us....check in, change, head to the park....again getting to meet many SGers for the first time yet again! I had already met hayes...so she was there...Citizen, JD, Rob, TED and his brother Mattie, Kurt(aka Superman), BB and wifey, AB, Candaon!. WE all met at this sports bar....descending down like a family reunion. I think they were sorta glad we left. Another Three glorious games! Got to see Millah!! I think every series I went to I got to see Beckett pitch...even Spring Training. But all good things gotta come to a close....or do they?? not when it's SoxTOBER!!!! The boys played their hearts out...and stole the tomahawks from the Indians....and on to knocking the Snow out of the Rockies. Can you say it with me?? The Red Sox are the 2007 World Series Champions!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Well of course you're wondering....so did ya go to the WS parade again?? Sad to say but with my new job I was not able to go....as it was during the week. BUT I did go that weekend so I could see the banner flying from Fenway. Plus a few of us took a little trip to a sportshow to get Snyder's autograph...cyn, kelly and cindy! I got to hang out with JET and Becks my first night, then on to hanging out with cyn, kelly, cindy and Tru and his daughters...PLUS got to see my friend Chrissy at the souvenir store of which Mike Timlin was in there shopping!!!! Of course I got to thank him and that fairly made up for not seeing the parade. Awesome that it was....I cried softly that I was not able to see Paps do his jig, Lowell smile and wave, Beckett just stand and smile(he just doesnt show emotions off the mound unless being showered with beer or champagne-hmmmm New years) ... I hate that I missed the parade...but I'll Always have the 2004 WS Parade experience. That is one story I will tell over and over.

On a personal note, I got the best job ever a few months ago....a great raise and promotion with a new company....giving me the opportunity and chance to hone skills that will hopefully land me a job in Boston....where my heart is.

2008 is around the corner and I know it brings nothing but good things. I'm just going to leave you with a couple of my favorite things

Beckett: au natural

Yes, those boots belong to Beckett. What you say?? He has pants on?? Well of course he does....But more importantly Beckett has his cowboy boots on cos that's Beckett, au natural. You were expecting to see his nekkid body?? Puhhhleeeeeezzzzz! Both pics were snagged by Centerfield off of ESPN and I'm damn determined to learn how she does it. I'm sure it can't be that hard...but goshdurn it, I've yet to figure it out. Thanks Texas Gal for putting these up for me!! Aside from our mutual admiration for Beckett (for different reasons I might add), we are at odds about college football in Texas...but no one is perfect I guess. (just kidding ya TG)

yep there's Josh again wearing a cap promoting his Hunting Ranch south of S.A.. He was at the AlamoDome rooting on his Aggies (of which they lost to JoePa-who names someone that?) I swear pictures of Beckett are getting more and more predictable here lately. So I'm thinking New Year's Eve...just where is Beckett going to land? Billy Bobs? with Pat Green cancelling his show in Waco and George Strait not having a New Year's Eve show....just where do YOU think Josh will spend it?? at the Ranch? I would bet that Josh is going to be in Austin to see George at the Erwin Center on January 10th....hmmmm the after party most likely would be....

And it's Back to Beckett

yes I Know...I posted about this Wheaties Box some time ago when it first came to our attention. HOWEVER...my good friend SoxontheBeach in L.A. got me one. I'm sitting talking to my son on my work cellphone when my personal cellphone rings....I can't answer it of course but see it's from SotB whom I had spoken to earlier while she was on her way to the store. After getting off the phone with my son I check the message. It's a bit high pitched and quick...then she hangs up. I'm trying to decipher her message cos all I heard was one word "Guidos". Well at least that's what I thought. I figured she had to have mistakenly called me and realized she was leaving a message for the wrong person...someone named Guido...or she was looking for a restaurant?? I don't know...so I put the phone down.

I couldn't let it rest...I listened to the message again...............and again.................and again. I sat there staring at the phone after listening to it one more time...when it hit me like a shotgun shell blasting a deer for dinner. WHEATIES!!! She said WHEATIES!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm scrambling to call her back....leave my own garbled message in a high pitched voice....thank Pod she returned my phone call and NOW my 2nd Christmas Present will be a genuine Wheaties Box with my very own Joshua Patrick Beckett on the front.

I can't wipe this silly ass grin off my face. Thanks SotB!!! I owe YOU.

I thought Best Friends STICK Together?

I can't believe I am posting this but I am so sick and tired of this crap...and I am just sickened that Roger can't own up to it. Ok The Mitchell Report comes out and names several who have stepped forward and admitted truth to the report....well their "part" in the truth. One of those who admitted was Andy Pettitte, BFF of Roger Clemens, otherwise known on SG as FUT. Now I am all about the phrase Innocent until Proven Guilty....HOWEVER, if Wahjah expects me to believe that he has been this best friend-does all workouts together-whereeveryougoIgo-loveyalikeabrother-friendship with Andy Pettitte who appears to be this clean-cut nice boy from Katy....and Andy did steriods a couple of times but Roger didn't??!!! PuuuuuuuHHHLEEEEEEEEEEZZZZZE.....Roger....you've reduced yourself to putting yourself on YOUTUBE???? Come ON!!! Honestly, why can't you just come clean(no pun intended well ok yah it is) and just tell the "truth" like the others.

If Roger can actually give proof...someone who will come forward to dispute the claims on the report....fine. But his word??? It ain't good enough for me anymore.

and may Pod forgive me for posting this.

Merry Christmas from Zilker Park

Pictures never do the Zilker Tree justice. I found this video made by some local austinites. I hope you enjoy it.

Merry Christmas from Texas

A shout-out to all my favorite people out there!! those who read and those who post. Ted, git yor family well. hygs to Angie, Ciera, Rakes and Trot. Matt and Scott go easy on Ted...he can't help it. Sorry I forgot STACY!!! Becks, save some of that jambalaya for me. JET drink a guinness for me. Horsham enjoy your stay in the states. Stephen safe travels back home. Sparkles I hope you get your dog soon. Merry Christmas to all those who I got to meet this year and those I met before off SG: Cyn, Brenken, and Soxonthebeach, VaritekChick, Kelly, Citizen, JD, Rob, BB et al, Hayes, Candaon, Kurt, Beth, Bellbabe, Nate, Becks and Bob, Horsham, JET, Ted, Cindy, MrsMLB, poprocksncoke, i hope i didnt forget anyone.

and those who I am still waiting to meet: Red, Denton, alexis, Cousin Steve, Stephen, JoshBlue and Amy, Corky, Dover, skeeter, kaylee, Don Penguino, StephenRedBeard, DeathOpie, Tom Miles, Boston Dee, Trots Hat, alittlenightsmusing, Nancy and Mr. Nancy, Jersey and NNews, JohnnySideburns, and all others.

Merry Christmas to all my Texas Red Sox players of 2007 (anyone born in Texas) Mike Timlin, Josh Beckett, Kyle Snyder and David Murphy. Wishing ya loads of happiness....and Josh, I'm still waiting on that autograph on my flag...you're the only one that's missing at this point.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a Good Guinness!!

OMP!! how could I forget STEVE??!!!! I met STEVE the ferret this year!!! and even took a pic of him and Kyle. GOSH the memories of 2007. :)

ok I am a complete and utter doofus. I forgot and left off a southeast Texas boy: Clay Buchholz! ::slaps forehead:: thanks kelly for the headsup. ::bangs head on keyboard:: ok two more autographs are needed on my flag.

Being Beckett

I make no bones about the fact that I am Texan Proud. I am proud to be a Texan and I root my Texas boys who play for my beloved team, The Red Sox. I've made it clear that Beckett is a Texas boy I admire for his way with the ball and for having balls. He knew he was great way back when he was waiting to get drafted. He stitched "Phenom" in his school jacket...pretty ballsy for a highschooler? Nope. This was Josh Beckett. It was a toss-up between he and Josh Hamilton, the centerfielder who was just traded to the Rangers by the Reds, who was going to be #1 draft choice. Two Josh's and you couldn't be further apart from their personalities. Tampa Bay was scared off by Beckett's assumed cockiness (i believe the rumor was he seemed alittle too comfortable sitting around the room with feet up on the coffee table and calling Execs by first names) and went with Hamilton....and we all know what road that took. I have to say I am proud that Hamilton has recovered and is back on the right road....and I wish him well in Texas. However, back to Beckett....Beckett played hard ball with the Marlins...he refused to take a measely 4 million and signed up to play ball at Blinn Jr. College in Brenham, Texas....till finally the Florida team caved to give him 7 million package with 4 million signing bonus. and that got the Marlins a World Series MVP 2003. (let alone that AFTER the World Series that year, he won Muy Grande in Texas!)

2007. Wins in first 9 starts. 20 game winner. 4 game Post game winner. beat C.C. (cy young winner) twice in playoffs. his strike out ratios? his shut outs?

You ask me why I'm proud?? all i need to say is Joshua Patrick Beckett.

Boudreaux and the 12 Days of Christmas

Day 1: Dear Boudreaux, Thanks for de bird in de Pear tree. I fix it las' night with dirty rice. I doan tink de pear tree will grow in de swamp so I swap it for a Satsuma.

Day 2: Dear Boudreaux, You letter say you sent two turtle doves, but all I got was two scrawny pigeons. Anyway, I mixed dem with andouille an made some gumbo out of dem.

Day 3: Dear Boudreaux, Why doan you sent some crawfish? I'm tired of eating dem darn birds. I gave two of dose prissy French chickens to Marie Trahan over at Grans Bayou an fed the tird one to my dog Phideaux. Marie needed some sparring partners for her fighting rooster.

Day 4: Dear Boudreaux, Mon Dieux! I tol you no more friggin birds. Deez four, what you call dem "calling birds" were so noisy you could hear dem all de way to Napoleonville. I used dere necks for my crab traps, an fed de rest of dem to de gators.

Day 5: Dear Boudreaux, You finally sen' somethin useful. I like dem golden rings, me. I hocked dem at da pawn shop in Thibodeaux and got enuf money to fix da shaft on my shrimp boat an buy a round for da boys at de Raisin' Cane Lounge. Merci Beaucoup!

Day 6: Dear Boudreaux, Couchon! Back to da birds, you coonass turkey! Poor egg suckin' Phideaux is scared to death at dem six gaeases. He tried to eat dems eggs and dey peck de heck out ah his snout. Dey good at eating cockroaches, though. I may stuff one of dem wit erster dressing on Christmas day.

Day 7: Dear Boudreaux, I'm gonna wring your fool neck next time I see you. Thibeau, da mailman, is ready to kill ya. The merde from all dem birds is stinkin' up his mailboat. He afraid someone will slip on dat stuff and sue him good. I let those seven swans loose to swim on de bayou and some duck hunters from Mississippi blasted dem out of de water. Talk to you tomorrow.

Day 8: Dear Boudreaux, poor ole Thibeau, he had to make tree trips on his mailboat to deliver dem 8 maids a milkin and their cows. One of dem cows got spooked by da alligators and almost tipped over da boat. I doan like dem shiftless maids, me no. I tolt dem to get to work guttin fish and sweepinq the shack but dey say it wasn't in dair contract. Dey probably think dey too good ta skin nutrias I caught las night.

Day 9: Dear Boudreaux, What you trying to do huh? Thibeau had to borrow the Lutcher ferry to carry dem jumpin twits you call Lords-a-Leaping across the bayou. As soon as dey gots here dey wanted a tea break with crumpets. I doan know what dat means but I says, *Well La Di Da. You get Chicory coffee or nuttin. Mon Dieu, Emile. What I'm gonna feed all dese bozos? Dey too snooty for fried nutria, and de cows done eat my turnip greens.

Day 10: Dear Boudreaux, You got to be outs you mind! If de mailman don't kill you, I will fo sure. Today he deliver tem half nikid floozies from Bourbon Street. Dey said dey be Ladies Dancin but dey doan act like ladies in front of dose Limey twits. Dey almos left after one of dem got bit by a water moccasin over by da out-house. I had to butcher two cows to feed toute le monde an had to get toilet paper. The Sears catalog wasn't good enuf fer dose hoity-toity Lords' royal behinies.

Day 11: Dear Boudreaux, where y'at? Cheerio an pip pip. Your eleven pipers piping arrives today from the House of Blues, second lining as dey got off de boat. We fixed stuffed goose and beef jambalaya, finished da whiskey and we having a fais-do-do. Da new mailman he drink a bottle of Jack Daniel an he having a good time yeah dancing with de floozies. Thibeau he jump off de Sunshine Bridge yesterday, screaming your name. If you get a mysterious, ticking package in de mail, doan open it.

Day 12: Dear Boudreaux, I sorry to tell ya but I not your true love anymore, no. After da fais-do-do, I spent de night with Jacque, de head piper. We decide to open a restaurant and gentleman's club on de bayou. The floozies (pardon me, Ladies Dancing) can make $20 for a table dance, and de Lords can be waiters an valet park de boats. Since de maids doan have no more cows ta milk, I trained dem ta set my crab traps, watch my trotlines, an run my shrimping business. We will probably gross maybe a million clams nex year.

12 Days of Cajun Christmas

On dem first day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: A crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem second day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem third day of Christmas my true love she gave to me: Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem fourth day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: Four pousse cafe', Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem fifth day of Christmas, I could not believe in all my days what she come up with: Five poules d'eau, Four pousse cafe', Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem sixth day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: Six cypress knees, Five poules d'eau, Four pousse cafe', Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem seventh day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: Seven fleur de lis, Six cypress knees, Five poules d'eau, Four pousse cafe', Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem eighth day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: Eight crabs a brewin', Seven fleur de lis, Six cypress knees, Five poules d'eau, Four pousse cafe', Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem ninth day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: Nine oysters stewin', Eight crabs a brewin', Seven fleur de lis, Six cypress knees, Five poules d'eau, Four pousse cafe', Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem tenth day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: Ten pirogue paddles, Nine oysters stewin', Eight crabs a brewin', Seven fleur de lis, Six cypress knees, Five poules d'eau, Four pousse cafe', Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem eleventh day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: Eleven duck decoys, Ten pirogue paddles, Nine oysters stewin', Eight crabs a brewin', Seven fleur de lis, Six cypress knees, Five poules d'eau, Four pousse cafe', Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

On dem twelveth day of Christmas, my true love she gave to me: Twelve shotgun shells, Eleven duck decoys, Ten pirogue paddles, Nine oysters stewin', Eight crabs a brewin', Seven fleur de lis, Six cypress knees, Five poules d'eau, Four pousse cafe', Three stuffed shrimp, Two voodoo dolls, And a crawfish in a fig tree.

** Notes: a pirogue (pronounced pee-roh) is a flat-bottomed canoe; fleur de lis is the flower of the french kings and the New Orleans Saints football symbol; cypress knees are the roots of a cypress tree that sticks out of the water; poules d'eau (pronounced pool-doh) is chicken or hen of the water - ie: a coot or duck; pousse cafe (pronounced poose kaffay) is coffee with a bit of alcohol in it; and Cajuns are the French Acadians that live in southern Louisiana