Love Is In the Air

Yes, love is definitely in the air, but not the love you see in movies or even some of the novels with the half naked people on the cover (you know the ones where the man's hair is longer than the women's and if it wasn't for the steroid chiseled abbs you couldn't tell who was whom). The love I have seen comes in the special form of bugs. Millions of love bugs have come to mate in the aftermath of the storm. Who would have guessed 175 mile an hour winds could be considered foreplay. Nevertheless, these bugs are butt-to-butt and everywhere. I am sure they are spawning questions in the minds of 3 and 4 years old. Questions parents dread even when the kids reach the teenage years. But thanks to the discovery channel and National Geographic at least there are teaching aids.

Mostly I'm glad college football has started. Not because of some unnatural allegiance I have for a university I never went to, but because it means there is something else on the TV besides Katrina coverage. I actually stopped watching television last Friday. I couldn't watch it any more. I see enough depressing living situations and filth already, that by the end of the day I can't take anymore. Not that I don't get constant updates from the people I talk with. A buddy of mine, I was his best man, went home yesterday, after not being allowed into Slidell, to see the condition of his house. This is the first house he bought for him and his wife. I haven't been able to get in touch with him for the result. Another friend of mine had a place in Waveland, MS. We had all gone there for a weeks vacation a couple of years ago. He told me yesterday his camp house was gone, nothing there. His camp was fully furnished, nicer than most of the places I see everyday. Totally wiped away.

Houses are being sold over the phone, Baton Rouge has doubled in size, places all over LA are being snatched up for businesses and homes. I am toying with the idea of selling my home for a huge profit and moving back in with Mom and Dad. They said when I moved out I would always have a place at their home, and by being the oldest and smartest (yeah I said it,Laura and Sarah), I would eventually end up dealing with it at some point. So why wait for the inheritance, I will just take it now. I wonder if my parents could handle me? I wouldn't be the only 26 year old living at home, and I am the favorite. Don't worry these are mere petty threats...Maybe.