Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jesus. Show all posts

Friday, August 31, 2007

Casey Thompson Named Dallas' Second-Best Salad-Tosser

All for charity, of course, possums.

The American Institute of Wine & Food recently held its 16th annual fundraiser in Dallas, a Caesar salad competition. And it seems Casey's beaver boots were made for tossing, for she won second place in the competition, right behind another woman, Janice Provost.

As the bloggers at The Dallas Morning News put it, "it's nice to see women dominating the winners." Quite an image, ain't it? We certainly agree with the sentiment, though.

Congratulations, Casey, on winning for a good cause ("And Caesar salad doesn't have onions, right?" Miss XaXa helpfully observed.) After all, didn't that ole cholo Jesus once say something about rendering unto Caesar what is Caesar's?

Friday, August 24, 2007

Is Casey “Beaver Boots” Thompson the “Top Chef” Typhoid Mary?

That was the question on our mind, possums, as we watched this week's episode.

In part it was prompted by our sighting of Casey's greatest and worst legacy, Lia Bardeen (the woman Colette might have named and imagined). As soon as Casey taught her how to straighten out (her hair) and made her into a "friend for life," boom! Lia was pykagged.

And this week Casey announced that she and Tre had become like "brother" and sister, and boom! Tre was pykagged.

If twice is a coincidence and three times a trend, we'll just have to wait until next week for confirmation. Just be careful, Dale; don't change hags in midstream, or it may cost you dearly.

However, there was one more reason we were focused on Casey during this week's episode. On her MySpace page, ole Beaver Boots says the people she would like to meet are "Bill Clinton and Madonna. Hopefully one day, Jesus."

We have to say, she's not doing too badly when it comes to her goals. This week she met Madonna's brother, and isn't that almost as good? And judging by the photos on her MySpace page and by the city she lives in, it looks like she might already know somebody named Jesús. That only leaves Clinton, and with her looks and television exposure, that shouldn't be too hard.