Run fast and run free.
There are no fences to hold you now.
You, who squeezed your too big self under my chair
and slept under my bed.
The big scary beast
afraid of everything.
I still remember how you licked
my hand the day you picked me to be yours.
Dear Family,
It is not my job to keep up with your:
There are 9 of you, and one of me. Only 2 of you are basically helpless, and I have enough to do keeping up with them and myself.
Love,
Your Crap Keeper Wife/Mom
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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Standing here amid the wreckage
of my mind
I see the invisible blood
moving across the floor
in ripples like spilled paint
that you can scrub up
but never quite clean.
My mind is sorer
than my body and
that is saying alot
but it is my heart that is
beyond repair.
Today is full of normal
activities, but it is last night’s
soundtrack that fills the ears
of my soul.
Should I? Could I? 50,000 words in 30 days. Man………no. I’m not. I so do not need more pressure right now. I have plenty on my plate. But…it would be really fun. Maybe in a few years. I just can’t drop out of life for a month. Really.
Adrenaline pumps so hard
it squeezes your stomach and
makes you short of breath.
Your body doesn’t know
there is no danger:
only your mind is at risk.
I’m sorry that I nag too much
and thank too little.
I’m sorry that I forget
to praise a job well done.
I’m sorry that I don’t tell you
that I’m proud of you more often.
I’m sorry I am not a better mother
because you are a pretty great kid.
When I hold you close
and give you that plastic bottle
because you reject
the warm and willing breast,
I look in your eyes
and I hope you never
have to pump milk
for your babies.
When I hold you close
after your belly is full
and you relax against me
in dreamy warm sleep
and I nuzzle your hair
and sniff your head
I know I’m doing a good thing.
When I look at your round face
and chubby thighs,
I know it is because of
my milk you are so healthy,
and that makes it worth
the pain it causes to get
each precious drop
of mother’s milk.
