Drunk with Jesus

My work schedule took me to Mobile, AL this week.  I flew in yesterday (Fat Tuesday) and am leaving today (not soon enough).  I opted to fully embrace the pre-Lent custom of noshing on some Polish magic, a.k.a. paczki, for my Tuesday morning breakfast.


To conclude Fat Tuesday, I hit up Burger King for a Fried Fat Sandwich (chicken sandwich).  So, last night while suffering from the worst fat-induced stomach ache, I watched "Love And Other Drugs" and fell in love with Jake Gyllenhaal.

So, here we are Ash Wednesday; a new day and 40 days of sacrifice looking me square in the face.  I went to mass this morning at St. Vincent Catholic Church.  This church should be renamed St. Stank.  Holy macaroni that place smelled!  I somehow made it through without gagging, got my ashes and high-tailed it outta there.

Aside from giving up cheap perfume and B.O., I will be focusing my Lenten promise on going without junk food, Diet Coke and alcohol.  Not too hard, except that I love Chex Mix with Sierra Nevadas.


To round out this entry, I would like to bring the level down to "serious."  Driving out of the Coke plant yesterday for a lunch break, there was a homeless man posted up on a corner holding a "Need Money" sign in one hand and a 4-WEEK-OLD-BABY-PUPPY in the other. 

What has this world come to?  Not only is there chaos in Libya, but now puppy's being prostituted for beer money?  I am speechless.  I was hoping to run into the bum today so I could sucker punch him and steal the pup.  No such luck.  I am leaving Alabama puppy-free and with a head full of frizzy hair.