Neat Thing
Laundry, laundry and more laundry
desk, checkbook, bills
clean, clean, clean some more again
type up church notes
type up family reunion Sat night post
hug children

checking mine, move along

Why did I immediately think of my first born son when I saw this? As usual, I’ll report, you decide

Alienadoptionworld has packaged aliens in a test tube. Well, it’s actually a chrysalis. You add water to make them hatch. Then you feed it the enclosed “sloog” to make it grow in size. You can interact with it through the website, since it has a computer chip for a brain.

Ha! If ever there was a perfectly weird gift, for a perfectly weird boy–this is a match.

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Ya’ll my entire house, it is trashed again. Not a clean room in the joint. I/We spent the weekend out and not working. And when I get up from here (I’m pumping), I’m gonna get in that kitchen and cook up a meal that will dirty enough dishes to fill the dishwasher three times. We’re having our family Thanksgiving meal tonight

We’ll take at least tomorrow, and maybe Tuesday off school to get the house back together (Ha, we seem to make messes right behind ourselves, so it takes awhile, what with the living, pumping, eating, etc). And you know what? It was totally worth it.

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I am a redneck. George Jones, though old, is still hot. Rascal Flatts with that new rappity-crap is not.

I am a redneck. When I say we’re having chicken for dinner, my kids know I mean fried.

I am a redneck. Larry the Cable Guy is pee-in-my pants funny, Robin Williams is a close second, and George Carlin only merits a polite smile.

I am a redneck. I’m still Daddy’s girl, and I still say yes’sir.

I am a redneck. When my mama calls me, I still come running, lickety-split.

I am a redneck. I still say the Pledge of Allegiance, and I still sing the National Anthem. I make sure my sons take off their hats to do both.

I am a redneck. There was nothing civil about the War of Northern Aggression.

I am a redneck. I believe the Bible is the inspired word of the Living God, from beginning to end, everything in the middle, don’t even leave out the “selah”s in Psalms.

I am a redneck. I know that if you take the Baby Jesus out of Christmas, all you have left is a gimmee-gimmee day, soon forgotten as you search for the next thrill, but if you leave Him in, you have a real reason to celebrate.

I am a redneck. I know that when friends fail you, faith and family will carry you through.

I am a redneck. I believe that when the Declaration of Independence says all men are created equal, and endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights, it means just that.

I am a redneck. I believe life begins at conception, and that if we do not protect the oldest and youngest among us, we fail them, ourselves, and our charge from the Almighty.

I am a redneck. I believe that when you go out in public, you ought to be wearing more than your wore to bed last night, not less.

I am a redneck. I listen to you sling that word around thinking you are insulting me, because you really have no idea what it means, and I smile.

I am a redneck, and that’s a mighty good thing.

I am a redneck, and I am proud.

This post inspired by Marcus.

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Ya’ll know I am interested in making money online. I talk about it enough, don’t I? There’s an e-book I am interested in Reading, called High Performance Affiliate Marketing, and it’s about how to make money with affiliate marketing.

The author is Jeremy Palmer, and he says this is a comprehensive and practical hands on guide to affiliate business.

The cost is $49.95, but if the testimonials are true, it’s a worthy investment. I don’t have a day job to quit, of course, but the very idea of a website named Quit Your Day Job just makes me giggle! And the 60 day money back guarantee means you can order without worrying, since Mr. Palmer stands behind his product.

I am so mad this morning. My car has a flat tire. The tire is less than a month old. I don’t have a second car available to take it to get fixed, and since Mama and Daddy are both working, DH is having to try to find a neighbor to take him down the road to the tire place. Now why am I mad instead of just frustrated? Because my tire is flat because SOME JERK OF A KID WITHOUT ADEQUATE PARENTAL SUPERVISION was busting bottles in the street. I could just smack him, his mama, his daddy and all his redneck relatives.

This is why I keep my kids in the yard.

Stay tuned, I have another jerk to tell you about later, and if I miss my family reunion because of this, I’ll probably tell you SEVERAL little stories.

*smoke comes from ears*

Edit: Ok, it was a nail, it’s fixed, and we’re going. There’s still glass in the street.

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