“NHC predicting major Cat 3 hurricane with 120 mph winds, about 300 miles south of New Orleans Sunday afternoon.”

I’m stuck here. No car. I couldn’t bear to leave my cats behind, so greyhound bus is out. I’m not sure what I’m gonna do. My ride out changed his mind. Surprise surprise. I have an invitation to stay in Atlanta, but no idea how to get there. Another friend said I could stay with him, but he lives in a trailer in Slidell. I feel trapped. I guess I’m gonna suck it up stock up on water, ice, and canned goods and ride this bitch out. I’m just gonna have to play this by ear and pray that it goes to Florida. Hurricanes scare the crap out of me now. I’m afraid the levees won’t hold. They say we’re not even protected for a cat 3.

This is the first neutral season - meaning no el nino and no la nina.  The last time we had a neutral season was in 2005.  You see what that got us.

Thanks Katrina, you fucked my head up.

You think I could teach Dr. Z since he has 23 toes.

Amazing cat 

This is WTF on so many levels.

These are the only digital pictures I have of her. If you click you can make them bigger, I didn’t resize, because I want to get them printed.

Nanny always said I was never gonna be too big to sit in her lap. This was the last time I ever sat in her lap and got a good Nanny hug.

As soon as I figure out a new URL, I will no longer have yeslizzysloaded.com; suggestions are welcome. It’s time for change. I am alone now. I was not invited to the graveside burial. All is not well.

R.I.P. Nanny

January 16th, 1938 to July 30th, 2008.

She passed away from a blood clot and went quickly without pain.  No words can express how I will miss this woman.  She taught me everything I know.  I only wish our time together was longer.  Another angel watching over me.  I love you, Nanny.

I’m waiting in the airport after several large lines of morons who can’t check baggage.  The moronic blonde women certainly could not work the e-check machine.  Then Da’Manda and I chain smoked till we saw fit to stand in line to be shoeless and rushed.  Give me a break, the last time I flew anywhere was in 2002.  I panicked trying to hold my id, ticket, while pulling my laptop  out to put in it’s special tray.  Shoeless and panicked.  I know I annoyed those in line behind me.  There is no way I will want a cigarette enough before we leave to go back through that.

Now we’re in the waiting area.  Soothing voices mumble across the loudspeaker.  Nobody is paying attention.  The sky has turned a nasty shade of gray.  I hope it won’t delay our flight or make me puke like the excorcist.

I smoked a ‘gar to the head and passed out around four. When I woke up it was 8 and the sky was pink. Since then it’s been pouring like mad. I love when it rains sideways. It’s thundering and lightning everywhere. I was standing on the porch taking in the sky when it opened up upon me and Reverse Juan the neighborhood cat.

I’m completely packed except for toiletries. I’ll do that in the morning. I packed a little extra in case I’m not brave enough to wear the beautiful skirt my girlfriend, Iram, gave me. She’s also watching my house and feeding my cats. She’s staying here which is what I ultimately wanted. Iram is so sweet and I am blessed to have met her. Hers is a friendship I plan to cherish for a long time. She reminds me of a girl from my past. Iram makes me all girlie and loves me for who I am. It’s a rarity I tell you.

I stepped outside to smoke a cigarette and heard 19 gunshots a few minutes ago. I’m using this song to console myself and get my mind off the warfare in my third world. Really, all this shooting reminds me of this song. I can’t name a peaceful third world country. New Orleans is no exception.

“Don’t say sticks and stones
They might break your bones
But the nine millimeter, it’ll bore your dome
I’m talkin about the toe-taggin
Huh, the body-baggin
Man, **’s are dyin, huh, mommas are cryin, casket buyin
Who, me dyin, leave my family cryin?
Hell no, I cause, um, bloodbaths and showers
Send me commissary, motherfuck them flowers
Thoughts of slaughter, of leaving my daughters
Hours and hours of fears running through my mind
As I pick up the Zig 9
Beef starts with the shove and ends with the shovel
And **’s standing on your corner reminiscing of you
But your ass is out and you’re dead and gone
So who’d you rather be?
The murdered, or the murderer?

shit’s got me stressed - I got my Tek and my vest
And I sing who Jah bless, let no man curse
Or one of us will leave here tonight in a hearse
For we’ll be tried by 12
And fertilizing daisies
Crying mommas and cousins and crying babies
Due to the fact that death is a must
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
Niggas getting bust
For in God we trust
So if you’re comin to my town and try to slow the dough down
You must be casket-bound

Cuz I’d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
I saw my name in a book at your funeral
The zig’s on my hip with the extra clip
Cuz I’d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6

Lodi-dodi
Saturday night and we like to party
But punks will fuck around so we might catch a body
Early Sunday morning, don’t really wanna hurt nobody
Cuz what they’re trying to get, I already got it
Chump mother fuckers just to scheme on my shit
But little do they know
I got the zig on my hip with that extra clip
And I’d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
Aw shit, murder commit
And there goes another statistic runnin through ballistic
The witness say I’m wicked, but that’s how I kick it
Cuz I’m the bastard who blast, and didn’t get blasted
Boy kiss em’ casket, I put your wig back kid
Now sucka, look who died
Body will be identified
Momma and poppa will cry
He’ll testify, to see me tried
But here’s that slot upon that same corner where you did
I’m still facing a bit

Cuz I’d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6
I saw my name in a book at your funeral
The zig’s on my hip with the extra clip
Cuz I’d rather be tried by 12 than carried by 6″

I’m smoking another ‘gar to the head, because everyone is busy or afraid of the rain. Now, I’m stuck to the couch watching South Park and relaxing before I go read for a while. That’s all for now. I need to get some good sleep before tomorrow. I’m going to annoy Vegas!

This is what I’d get if I got the hippo I’ve always wanted.

I’m so excited I’m already packed.

I’ve decided it’s time for change. Big, sloppy, heaping piles of change. My lease is up in October and I think that’s the perfect time for me to move out of this god forsaken city. I’ve picked a spot I like and I need to find a job there. I’m going to start saving money. Then sell most of my stuff and go. Change my phone number, since my contract is up in October as well. Change my url and start over. There are probably plenty of people that’ll I’ll never speak to again if I can help it.

There is no longer anything keeping me here. The honeymoon with my city of 26 years is over. I should’ve left after Katrina. I don’t know why I came back to this third world country.

I also don’t know why everything has to be an argument. Why can’t we just play nice? Is it so bad that I’d like to spend time with you? I’ll quit asking.

Speaking of New Orleans, Cap’n Crunch ran into the CCC (big bridge from Westbank to New Orleans) and spilled a shit load of oil into the river. New Orleanians are being asked to conserve water.

From Nola.com:

“The Coast Guard says no one was properly licensed aboard a tugboat that hit a tanker early Wednesday, causing hundreds of thousands of gallons of fuel oil to spill into the Mississippi River.

Coast Guard spokesman Stephen Lehmann in New Orleans says the tugboat operator had an apprentice mate’s license, and no one else on the vessel had any license to drive the boat on the river. To pilot a tugboat, the operator should have had a master’s license, Lehmann said.

A 58-mile stretch of the Mississippi River could remain closed for days because of the collision, after a tanker collided with a barge being pulled by a tugboat, slicing the barge in half and causing hundreds of thousands of gallons of heavy fuel oil to spill into the waterway. Ships are being told not to enter the mouth of the river at Southwest Pass unless they have business south of river closure area, the Coast Guard said. Oil has been spotted to mile 60 around Point a la Hache area.

No injuries were reported in the collision, but the heavy smell of fuel has continued to plague the French Quarter and other parts of the city.

In the meantime, state environmental officials are coordinating a massive effort to consolidate the oil and prevent it from drifting farther south, where there are more levee breaks that would allow it to leach into the wetlands.

State Department of Environmental Quality officials warned the unrefined, tar-like # 6 fuel oil is so thick that it could sink, complicating the cleanup efforts. Therefore, the fuel oil won’t simply evaporate off the surface, which means workers will try to remove it before it starts to sink.

Water flowing through the tap is from reserve supplies.”

Genius at work.