My iPhone is a Beast.

The latest battles in Pamela versus the iPhone. And I’m NOT winning.

All’s quiet here on the Western front.

This week’s photos are from my husband’s business trip “east,” to India. WOW. Garba Dance, Mumbai, Jamnagar, Hotel Leela, giant bugs, and much more.

There once was a man from Nantucket.

Love limericks. Even worse than it sounds.

Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear.

Crude elephants, walking frogs, surly teenagers, and so-cute-you-wanna-pinch-them dogs. It’s all in here, and then some. Plus me, trying to keep the commentary to a dull roar.

The Redneck Adventures of Bubba-Mon and the Quacker

So, recently my long-suffering island-boy-to-Texas-transplant husband convinced me that the perfect retreat for our family would be in a thirdhand trailer on a bug- and snake-infested piece of property five miles from Nowheresville, Texas. Yeah, for real.

Silent as a mouse, that’s me.

What have we been up to while the big cat’s away? Mum’s the word…

Return to Nowheresville

Once upon a time, my island-boy-turned Texan husband “Bubba-Mon” fell in love with a little piece of land known as Shangri-La and a rundown travel trailer named the Quacker near Nowheresville, Texas. We spent many happy hours rednecking there this summer. Then came August and the return of “teenager’s activities.”

When Words Aren’t Enough, Say It In Pictures

Sometimes there are no words. I’ve run across a few of those sometimes recently.

Mariachis of Meyerland

Rednecks, rabbis and mariachis. Only in our neighborhood. I love it!

Serial killer has moved into our neighborhood!

I believe the people have a right to know: there is a serial killer loose in our neighborhood. Hide your electronics.

Captain Underpants Strikes Again

Whatcha Gonna Do With All That Junk, All That Junk Inside Your Trunk(s)?

Homicide: 22 Unnamed Victims

Authorities report their investigation into the murder of 22 fish is ongoing but would not comment on whether the case of the dead family cat has been reopened.

I’m pretty sure this is inappropriate.

Quick! Somebody call Child Protective Services. My children are being corrupted.

Don’t Get Your Teat In a Ringer?!?

I learned to be crude the old-fashioned way: my family taught me 🙂

Rednecking Can Lead to Redneckedness

Bubba-mon and I went rednecking at the tractor pull in Nowheresville, TX last night. They say rednecking can lead to redneckedness, but I am NOT going there. Anyway, it was awesome, y’all!

A Woman of Few(er) Words

A blog in which I shut my mouth and no one cries. Mostly.

If a picture’s worth a thousand words…

If a picture’s worth a thousand words, then I just logged 9,000 in humorous narrative non-fiction. Cool; a good writing day.

You Might Be a (Closet) Redneck…

Multimedia Monday, if you will: pics of our redneck excursions into trailer ownership, whereby Eric-of-the-islands earns the new name, Bubba-mon.

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