Ask Elnora--About Mardi Gras??? Lenora Worth

Hello, my little revelers. It's Mardi Gras season down in Louisiana. This is a time of fun and frolic before we get serious about Lent and Easter. Elnora loves Mardi Gras because we get to go to parades and catch pretty beads and bling. Upstate, Mardi Gras isn't as wild and crazy as what you might have heard about New Orleans. We are more family-oriented and not as frantic, but we still manage to have a good time. Big Daddy and I used to go to a lot of Mardi Gras balls when I worked for a local magazine and covered all the social events. That meant dressing up in our fancy duds and usually, it meant sore feet from high heels and dancing. (Or rather, I had sore feet. Big Daddy was smart and wore comfortable shoes.) Now that I'll be moving to Florida soon, I've become fascinated with Mardi Gras in Mobile, Alabama. It actually started there before it became so big in New Orleans. So I hope to experience Mobile's celebration one day, too. This year, I'll miss out on most of the celebration due to deadlines, the still-bad back and packing for the big move. But that's okay. I've had fun with Mardi Gras for many years now. My only complaint abou the whole thing is that it comes in the middle of winter and sometimes it's just too cold to go out and catch beads! Mardi Gras is full of tradition and mystery and good times and sometimes, a bit of over-indulgence. But the history and tradition of Mardi Gras is never boring, that's for sure. But all this Mardi Gras talk got me to thinking---what kind of celebrations do you have where you live? Festivals, mullet throws, carnivals, county fairs? What kind of fun happens in your neck of the woods? Let's discuss celebrations! I believe humans are always up for some good, clean fun and celebrations are a fun part of life. What do you enjoy when you want to have fun?

Ask Elnora--About Rude People--Lenora Worth

Darlings, Elnora is a bit frazzled. I've had a busy week watching my husband (Big Daddy) remodeling our kitchen. Elnora was forced to put my coffee pot in the powder room since I was not allowed in the kitchen while the new tile was drying. A small sacrifice to finally get the kitchen I've been dreaming about since we bought this house. Our refrigerator is in the front foyer, which makes for interesting conversation when we have visitors. And of course we always have visitors when I have on no make-up and am nursing a migraine.

Today, Elnora and Big Daddy went to pick out the new counters. Mark the counter man was very interesting and decisive. I've never seen Big Daddy write a check so fast! We picked out a lovely golden and cream marble with shots of red running through it. I'm designing my kitchen around a picture of a feisty rooster standing in front of a fleur-de-lis and wearing Mardi Gras beads. It was created by local artist Ron Atwood.
But I digress. After all that decision making, we needed some refreshment so we stopped at that place with the golden arches. The people behind the counter didn't seem to realize they had customers. In fact, they kind of ignored us. Elnora ordered a skinny vanilla latte and never got it because no one seemed to know how to make it.
This was not good. With a huff, I demanded my money back and Big Daddy stomped and stewed and we left. Now normally I don't have a hissy fit waiting for a cup of coffee. Okay, maybe I've had a few. But ... this is the question of the day--

Why are people so rude? This is no April Fooling!!! Why can't people just smile and do their jobs? Or at least ask someone to help them do their jobs? Do you have an answer or a question to add? Can we discuss? What is the problem? Why can't everyone be as nice and helpful as Mark the counter man????