CJ goes all "Broussard" on me!

Cindy Jean the OCD machine cranked it up while I was out of town. She systematically (having previously thought this out in her mind to do in my absence) went through her two closets, eliminated no longer needed clothes and customized all her clothes racks. This slightly hard of hearing cheeky wench must have been a buzz saw when she was doing this...I am only glad that I was not in the house during this strategic operation. The finish product was unbelieveable and undoubtly would make Mike Broussard (previously chronicled on this blog as a very OCD/anal retentive type) very, very, very proud.

viva Cindy Jean the OCD machine

viva Mike Broussard

Peace Upon You

Visitation Rights

The Hugh Shields Flag returned to Epsilon Phi for the first time in 20 years. A Chapter 40 years in existence had retired 2 flags previously (you retire a flag when you win it 5 times) during the late 70's to late 80's. A period of time when E Phi dominated the landscape of Delta Tau Delta Fraternity nationally.

This return to prominence has been in the making for the past 5 to 6 years. The Chapter can thank former Chapter Presidents Bo Delouche, Nick Locascio, Gary Prescott, Robbie McCray, Jeff Miller, and Justin "Posh" Poche for their tireless effort in helping to bring them to this point. While none of them were present they certainly are accounted for and they can in fact revel in the fact that they helped to make it happen.

As an observer of this chapter throughout the forty years I can truly say that the individual members present in the chapter today remind me so much of my brothers "back in the day".

I had the distinct pleasure of being with my undergraduate brothers this past weekend and got a chance to see them in action. They are an impressive group. There is enthusiasm, respect, intelligence, and most of all brotherhood. This is a rare combination and should not be taken for granted. Do you hear me???

Congratulations to Nick Cavaretta and the men of E Phi for their hard work and diligence.

So, why does the title say Visitation Rights? The flag can only stay at the chapter house for the year. The Challenge is out there to win it again. Or you will have only had Visitation Rights. Good Luck to those of you that will take up this challenge.

In closing I will leave you with one brief aside...during the turbulent times that this chapter endured in the 90's one man stood firm on his convictions, looked to the future, and never wavered in knowing that E Phi could be once again a dominate force in Delta Tau Delta nationally. I believe that all Epsilon Phi's owe a debt of gratitude to Chapter Advisor and Brother Gene Pregeant.

I am proud to say "It's a Great Day to be an E Phi Delt".

viva Tom Sharp

viva Mom Heitert

viva Gene Pregeant

viva all E Phi's

Peace Upon You

Hail Rex - Mardi Gras 2009

Scary Sight
Even Scarier

Cuties

Sampson and Dalila

A couple of CJ's

Cantankerous ex-Coaches

Cheers

4-Unplugged!!

Rocking Good Music, Good Food, Truly, Really Good Friends, Rocking Good Time.

Viva Dan and Barbara
Viva Cindy Jean
Viva Jay and Rick
Viva Kracker Jack

Viva Kelly and Jimmy

Viva Randall and Christine

Viva Peggy, Blondie, etal

Peace Upon You

The Snow Melt

Looking back now...it all seems a dream…a package by courier…inside………..the cute little Snowman …….at first I noticed the red scarf…… …how cute……………then the candy cane in his hand…….how cute…………..finally the ear muffs………ahhhhhhhh…….no wait……he also sings a happy holiday song……how cute…….oops, there is more……it seems he has dropped his hat behind him…..how cute…………oh, NO……...that hat is to catch his poo after he sings his happy holiday song……cute still in maybe a weird sort of way…………..many, many, many people came by the desk to see him……….…how cute…..what is it and what does he do? they asked ………”touch him and see”………he begins……….the song………how cute………….then, the poo.......simple huh?..........even more people came to see him……….over………and over……..and over again……………that song…………..simple enough……… Thumpa, Thumpa, Thumpa…..Lumpa, Lumpa, Lumpa, Happy Holiday!..…….but……people kept coming back by…….that song…………that D@@@ song………..then the POO…….over and over again……the seasonal ornament had lost its cuteness……………the song, the poo…………… and even when he seemed to be empty he would somehow poo………then for no reason at all he began to sing that song without prodding or the manual touch……..singing……over and over again…..would that battery not DIE? …..he continued to sing…………I needed it to stop....now....now you hear.....Ah Ha......why not try duck tape...certainly that would work....no more song...no more poo....certainly it would work?........oh no....

THE DUCT TAPE WOULDN'T MAKE IT STOP...WHY WOULDN'T IT STOP...DID IT HAVE SOMETHING AGAINST ME?...MAKE IT STOP! THEN THE BLUR...THE SNOWMAN HAS GONE BYE BYE. SUFFICE TO SAY THAT PLASTIC DOESN'T NOT HOLD UP WELL UNDER THE WEIGHT AND PRESSURE OF BRICK. A THOUSAND LITTLE PIECES. AHHH, THE QUIET!

Viva Beth

Viva The Snowman

Peace Upon You (now that D**MN Snowman's Gone)

British Invasion

What a beautiful day! How about going to the Races? Like with His Lloydness and Miss Susan! Brilliant!

A Brilliantly Perfect Idea. Perfect, of course, until we met Mad Max the Maitre’ D. Shortly upon arrival at the 5th Floor atop the Clubhouse at the Fairgrounds we were directed to the area where we would be sitting (not only to watch the races, but, to take part in their outstanding buffet). Things were a bit muddled with the seating arrangements and we (His Lloydness, Miss Susan, Cynthia, and I) strayed down a level from where “our group” (Southeastern Alumni Association) had been placed. With several empty tables at that level we chose one at which to sit. Certainly no one was there; in fact there were several empty tables. Then it happened…completely out of nowhere…Mad Max appears…he directs us to vacate our table…his tone was quite rude (he was after all, British and they do have a tendency to talk down to people {not me, of course} as I said later to Cynthia, he and I were both born in Britain and we were allowed to be difficult, to which he took offense, imagine that)…while demanding that we move..this stubborn Limey…found a much more stubborn Southerner in His Lloydness…”Take me to a table that where we can sit then” said LAS…then a back and forth ensued with both sides refusing to budge on their earlier statements…at some point in this heated exchange I think I heard the words…”don’t push me”…”I am not pushing you, I am touching you”…”you are being difficult”…”Oh no sir, I am not being difficult, you haven’t see difficult, yet” (nice one Lloyd)…silently I listen in on this verbal joust…and then not to interrupt or cause a further scene I queried the Maitre’ D as to whether or not he was in the people business…because it didn’t seem that he was in fact in the people business…oops, more ire from the Limey…then we decided it was time to exit stage left…we took the high road to the top section and separated ourselves from the hostile Brit (he really was a "cheeky bugger")…he reappeared in our new section on two other occasions…feigning his interest in whether or not we had a table…apparently someone (probably not his conscience) had gotten to him. I will say one thing for His Lloydness...he didn't stoop to calling him "a fat piece of sh**" {Trust me, the big ole Tow Truck Driver that towed my truck from near the Superdome deserved it!}

While we did bet on and enjoy the races…even won three…made a couple bucks…had some really good food…corn beef and cabbage (freaking excellent)…enjoyed the company of many people…the faceoff between His Lloydness and the Brit was the highlight of the day.

An addendum to this post...I have been instructed by Cynthia to tell everyone to use the word Bast**d immediately after the word Limey in this post.

Bloody Good Show Lloyd
Viva His Lloydness and Miss Susan
Viva Cynthia
Viva Hand Crafted (he paid $41.90, BABEE)
Peace Upon You

Food for Thought

When referring to a coach's stance of not discussing playing time with parents a reporter said:
"It isn't a popular stance in an age when parents negotiate everything from grades to tardy slips despite the fact that doing such things cripples a young person's ability to learn accountability."