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Dear Bitch..

June 14, 2017

I’m 8 7/8 months pregnant.  I went outside this morning to clean out my husband’s car (as I often do) and I found the remnants of two Kentucky Fried Chicken dinners.  He said he was restless and really hungry so he went to the drive-in movie and ate two distinctive KFC dinners.  I believe him because we are Christians, but all my friends, co-workers, family, and strangers on the internet say he is tearing off some strange.  What say you, Bitch?  

The Bitch is back

June 13, 2017

Trying to remember how to work this crazy thing.  Please send me your questions and concerns.

 

The Summer Daddy Died…

June 15, 2014

Smart Mouth Little Bitch

Surgery is a scary word.  Even “out patient”.  Hey, I grew up watching “Dr. Kildare”

He was MAJOR cute, but if anything serious was wrong, he was going to cut you open.  And you would be laid up for days, if not weeks.

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The time Daddy cut his glasses in half with a chainsaw…

June 15, 2014

Smart Mouth Little Bitch

We’ve all heard the stories about  the lake and all the related hijinks.  Never a dull moment.

Grooming the lake was a never-ending task and took top priority.  All kinds of vegetation popped up at the speed of light had to be whacked away post-haste, for some reason.  Especially around the dam.  The dreaded dam at the DEEP END.  The child and puppy killing deep end.

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The time Daddy drove the tractor into the lake…

June 15, 2014

Smart Mouth Little Bitch

So today is Father’s Day and the blogs and Facebook are awash with mushy stuff.

Yeah, I miss Daddy.  He’s been gone since 1988.  But when I think of him, I usually smile or actually laugh out loud.

And I love to tell stories about him, especially to my nephew.  Daddy and his grandkids didn’t get nearly enough time together, for a lot of reasons.  But that’s a whole ‘nother story.

We grew up in what was the country, at the time, on 40 acres.  When you have that much land, you don’t really “mow the lawn” you bush hog the fields that aren’t being used for garden or live stock.  A bush hog is an attachment that goes on the back of the tractor and it cuts tall grass and brush.

This was the preferred method for about 8-10 acres in front of the lake.   This area shown…

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Steven’s Liver was evil. It had to be punished.

October 9, 2013

I was 13 when my cousin Charlotte gave birth to her second son, Steven.  I was not impressed.  I was a 13-year-old girl and the last thing I was interested in was a baby boy.

Over the years, we grew older and attended family reunions and events and tried to pretend that we were what our parents envisioned us to be.  As more years passed, we realized that we were “special” and we began to bond.

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Things I learned from my mother….

May 19, 2013

catNo one cares what you think about what they are eating…  seriously.  It could be liver, bananas, pickled pigs’ feet.  All you have to do is say “no thank you”  You do not make faces or noises.  I do not give a shit what you think about my liver eating.  My mother gave me lots of practice at this watching her gnaw on pig feet.  And by brother provided me with hours of him shoving bananas in his face like his life depended on it.  Urp slop bring the mop. Read more…

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