Smiley: Smells like Holy Spirit

Gail Stephenson offers this tale of a youthful parishioner:

“Sunday was the Feast of the Baptism of the Lord.

“During the homily, Father Nutan explained to St. George parishioners that Catholics dip their fingers in holy water and make the sign of the cross as a reminder of baptism.

“One little girl, however, must have been paying more attention to her mother’s preparation for church than to the sermon.

“She approached the font, dipped her finger in the holy water, and then delicately dabbed a drop behind each ear and a final drop in the hollow of her neck.”

Me and the Saints

In case you were wondering (although I doubt it), my Fearless Football Forecast for the New Orleans Saints, made in August, wasn’t too far off.

Being a “glass half full” guy (never mind what the glass is half full of), I’m usually overly optimistic about the lads in black and gold.

But this year my prediction of a 10-6 regular season wasn’t as good as the 11-5 mark they actually chalked up.

I called 11 of the wins and losses correctly but missed on victories over the Bears, 49ers and Falcons, and losses to the Jets and Rams.

While I had the Saints in the playoffs as a wild card (and the Falcons winning the NFC South rather than the Panthers), I sent the Saints to Green Bay to lose in the first round.

Of course, they did better than that, beating the Eagles before the Seahawks brought them back down to Earth.

While my forecast wasn’t perfect, it was close enough to perfect for me — and better than I usually do when trying to figure out the Saints.

No laughing matter

Faye Hoffman Talbot, of Jackson, asks, “Have you noticed that the arrested young people are smiling in their mug shots in the newspaper?

“Where do they think they are, Glamour Shots?”

(Then there are the folks in the “meth lab bust” mug shots — which should discourage anyone from using that stuff. …)

A dog’s life

Doug Johnson, of Watson, says, “Shopping for dog food, I found a six-pack containing three cans each of filet mignon, New York strip and sirloin.

“Heck, I’m not sure I could tell the difference if you chopped up the steaks and made meatloaf with them, but our dogs are smart.

“I declined the urge to get the six-pack — since they may just refuse to eat anything but filet mignon in the future.”

Don’t diet yet!

Put that New Year’s resolution on hold for now — it’s king cake season AND Girl Scout Cookies season.

Starting Friday, Jan. 17, you can obtain the eight kinds of cookies, from Thin Mints, the ultimate freezer cookie, to Samoas — caramel, coconut and chocolate creations (Can you say “wretched excess?”).

You can find locations and times of cookie booth sales online or through the Cookie Locator mobile app, downloadable from the iTunes store or by calling **GSCOOKIES from your mobile phone.

Alisha Moore ,of Girl Scouts Louisiana East, says, “Last year, southeast Louisiana Girl Scouts sold over 1 million boxes of cookies” — and I think I bought most of them. …

Special People Dept.

  • Lorena “Ti-Moon” Guilbeau Guillot, of Carencro, celebrates her 103rd birthday on Sunday, Jan. 19.
  • Bobbie Martin celebrates her 94th birthday on Sunday, Jan. 19.

    Beverly Bergeron Braud celebrates her 90th birthday on Saturday, Jan. 18.

    Anthony J. Borruano, of Plaquemine, celebrated his 90th birthday on Tuesday, Jan. 14. He is a veteran of the Korean War and World War II, serving in both the U.S. Navy and U.S. Army.

    Weekless and Therese Theriot, of Pierre Part, celebrate their 70th anniversary on Friday, Jan. 17.

Barefootin’

In our Inquiring Minds Dept., Fiddling Doc Chaney asks, “What’s with all these shoes in the streets? It seems I see them in all parts of Baton Rouge.

“I used to think they were the remains of strange hit-and-run accidents, but there are just too many.

“Do you or anyone out there have any insights as to this preponderance of street shoes?”

(Well, Doc, they MIGHT be the result of incidents like the one in the Taco Bell commercial, where the girl’s father, who came home earlier than expected, is chasing the boyfriend down the street. …)

They’re keepers!

Danny Dufreche, of Ponchatoula, says when his niece Jenny was in the third grade at a small Catholic school in Hurst, Texas, she asked him to send some beads so her class could have a Mardi Gras parade for the school:

“Of course I sent two cases.

“Later I received a large Manila envelope with 26 letters, one from each student, all addressed to ‘Uncle Danny,’ and all thanking me for the beads.

“All the letters said basically the same thing — all but one from a little girl:

“ ‘Dear Uncle Danny: Thanks for the beads for our Mardi Gras parade. They were so beautiful I didn’t throw any. I kept them all for myself.’ ”

Write Smiley at Smiley@theadvocate.com. He can also be reached by fax at (225) 388-0351 or mail at P.O. Box 588, Baton Rouge, LA 70821.