If I Return To New Orleans, I Wonder What Kind Of Paranormal Experience I Might Have????????????

                           Each time I have visited The Big Easy, girls, I have had a paranormal experience.

                          Back in 2011, when I was last there with David, we were staying at The Monteleone Hotel, where each morning was offered a Continental Breakfast!!!!!!!!!!!!!  One morning, David had gone down before me.  I had just locked our room door, and was starting out, when I saw what seemed like a silhouetted figure, dressed in 19th Century Southern garb, gliding, not walking down the hall.  I stared at her, transfixed, unsure of what I was seeing.  Then I walked to where I saw her, and the door she seemed to be going to.  No one was there.

                            I am convinced to this day I had seen a ghost.  The Monteleone is known for having many, but I never expected to be one to have a genuine sighting!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                            The first one happened 15 years before, in 1996.  I was touring The Garden District--where I SO want to live, darlings!!!!!!!! alone, and stopped in front of Anne Rice's house, pictured above.  The importance of this house cannot be underestimated, because it is not just the Rice house, but the home of The Mayfair Witches in her masterpiece, "The Witching Hour."  My eyes turned instantly to the right, where I saw an enclosed porch, and the roof and window, from which and onto nasty Carlotta pushed Antha Mayfair, causing her to fall to her death. This after she had clawed out Antha's eyes!!!!!!!!!!  Carlotta wanted to control Antha because then she had the potential to be the most powerful of The Mayfair Witches, and Carlotta was jealous and resentful, being the only Mayfair to have no powers.  That thing!!!!!!!!!!!

                             I could visualize the whole thing in my mind, as I looked.  Poor Antha.  But then...........

                            I turned my eyes to the left and saw the rocking chair Deirdre Mayfair was sitting in at the start of "The Witching Hour."  Only now it was occupied by an attractive older man with piercing eyes.  He motioned me to come near him.  I found myself opening the gate, as if hypnotized. walking up the path, and the steps, until I stood I front of him.  We eyed each other, and he spoke softly to me, asking, "Do you know why you should be happy today?"  I replied, No."  He paused for several seconds, then took his hand and rubbed my cheek, saying, "Because you woke up this morning."  We eyed each other, and then I slowly retreated from the house, closing the gate, and waving to him, as I went on my way.

                             I am convinced to this day the man I spoke to was Julien Mayfair.  I have been marked by The Mayfair Witches, though why I cannot say.  They were not evil all the time, and neither am I--I am hardly evil, though I have some regrets--and they were Catholic, as am I.

                            I feel honored having to have had an encounter with Julien.  So, if I return to NOLA, I am wondering if I will have another paranormal experience, as I have been told I am predisposed to such.

                             I know such things cannot be controlled, but here is whom I hope I see--

                            I would like to make contact with Antha Mayfair, because she is my favorite of all the witches, because though 33 years older, Antha, like me, is a November baby.  She was born on November 21, 1921, and I on November 18, 1954.  I wonder if that establishes a connection between us, being why I am drawn to her.  If I find out, I will tell all on here.

                              But ghosts lurk everywhere in New Orleans.  And I bet if one dug hard enough, they exist in Manhattan.  Or Brooklyn!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                                           

 

                             

Girls, I Need A Pink Nightie From Frederick's Of Hollywood!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                      With the approach of Spring, not only does time change, but also sleep ware.

                                       We girls have to look our best, awake or not.  I mean, suppose a robber breaks in?  Do you want to be caught looking scary or ugly?  On the other hand, it might work, because the ugliness might scare him away!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                           But really it is important to look one's best at all times of day or night.  And this gown, a rather shocking pink, is the perfect garment for evenings in Spring or Summer.   I can't wait to try mine on.  I still take a petite.

                                              Petite and sweet, that's me!  Do not be caught without owning a garment from Frederick's Of Hollywood.

                                                No self-respecting robber will respect you, if you don't!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Today, Darlings, The Swallows Return To Capistrano!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

 

                                              It is St. Jospeh's Day, girls, and one of the earliest signs of Spring is when the swallows return to Capistrano, as they do today.

                                              The event is exciting for all, because the idea is visually beautiful, and signals for certain that Winter is gradually coming to an end.

                                                 It is, girls, and let me tell you, I am so glad.  It always seems to me the longest of seasons; maybe it is because the long span of time that faces us after the holidays end, and some of us get SAD--Seasonal Affect Disorder.

                                                   So, be glad today, darlings, the end is in sight!

                                     This day would not be complete without Pat Boone's classic 1957 rendering of "When The Swallows Come Back To Capistrano."  Here it is!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Happy St. Patrick's Day, Darlings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                  It's a great day for the Irish; even if one is not genuinely Irish, everyone is on this special day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                    "Oh, the days of the Kerry dancing,                                                                                                                 "Oh, the ring of the piper's tune."

                                  David and I had our pre-St. Patrick's feast last night, with corned beef, boiled potatoes, carrots and cabbage.  And, of course, Irish soda bread, but none so good as my paternal grandmother's or Aunt Martha.  Aunt Martha got the recipe from granny!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                       So, read some James Joyce, enact Brian Friel, dance an Irish jig or wherever your fancy takes you on this day.

                                          And now I have a surprise for you--

                                    Here is Ella Logan, Broadway's original Sharon McLaren in "Finnian's Rainbow" singing the now iconic Irish song "How Are Things In Glocca Morra."  Enjoy!

                                    

Girls, I Am Telling You, You Have GOT To See The Blow Job Scene From 1972's "Last House On The Left!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

                              I know; and after the post I just wrote, right?

                               Technically, girls, it is called fellatio, but we are all adults here, so let me explain.

                                 The film starts out with a group of young adults, especially two very attractive and nubile looking girls--though nothing like Adrienne Barbeau, darlings!!!!!!!!!!!!--on a road trip.  They stop at this house, where a bunch of killers are hiding out, and the girls, of course are victimized and killed.   I know people who love the horror genre who consider this sick and unwatchable.  I have never seen it, but from what I have heard it borders on snuff cinema.  Which is why I have never seen any of the "SAW" movies, either.

                                  Anyway, the parents of the girls get involved, and there is this guy named Fred, and the mother of a deceased daughter, to get her revenge, lures Fred to a nearby lakeside area, where she comes on to him, and proceeds to do the nasty.  But, just as Fred is about to explode, she chomps down on him, bites it off, and spits it out into the lake!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                    I am telling you, this has to be seen!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                     Shades of Lorena Bobbitt!!!!!!!!!!!!  You know what they say--

                                     "When Lorena Bobbitt comes bob bob bobbin' along, along,                                                                         There'll be no more members when she starts singing her old sweet song!"

                                       This scene should serve as a warning to all.  For those of us who might have.... -- won't say what--be sure you know whom you are dealing with before inserting a member into an orifice!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                            You could end up with worse than an STD.

                                           But the scene, girls, is hilarious fun!  And Fred gets just what he deserves!!!!!!!!!!!!!

63 Years Ago Today, Darlings!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                 That is right.  On this date in 1963, at the age of 8, I made my Fist Holy Communion in St. Paul's Roman Catholic Church, in Highland Park, New Jersey.

                                                   It was quite an event, and I remember it to this day.  Especially the part where Ricky Brown, who is still alive, despite his brother, whom we all called "T.T.," being already gone, threw up on the pew seat, and was removed to I thought Hell by a nun, who sprinkled green incense powder over the vomit, so that it looked like a grave mound.  I kept staring at this, knowing the full truth of what was underneath, all through the final part of the mass.

                                                     Still, it was a holy day, and on the wall of our refrigerator is a picture of me on that day, taken in our house.  Even before I knew who Jennifer Jones or Bernadette was, I was already going for the Oscar gold!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                         To those out there knowing someone about to make their First Holy Communion, may the day be joyous and blessed for all!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                            You talk to Jesus, people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Congratulations, Amy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                   Nothing about last night's Oscars made me happier--and I mean NOTHING--than Amy Madigan winning Best Supporting Actress for her campy and chilling portrayal of Aunt Gladys in "Weapons."

                                   America has taken Aunt Gladys to its heart.  I still say she is not as difficult as Gladys Cooper in "The Song Of Bernadette."

                                    She is a combination of an urbane Mary Poppins, Bette Davis and your most intrusive relative.  But she is such a hoot, walks off with the film, and who would not want Aunt Gladys to pay a visit????????????????????????????

                                   Congratulations, Amy!  Rarely in recent years has an Oscar been awarded so justly!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!