The latest battles in Pamela versus the iPhone. And I’m NOT winning.
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.
Love limericks. Even worse than it sounds.
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.
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.
What have we been up to while the big cat’s away? Mum’s the word…
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.”
Sometimes there are no words. I’ve run across a few of those sometimes recently.
Rednecks, rabbis and mariachis. Only in our neighborhood. I love it!
I believe the people have a right to know: there is a serial killer loose in our neighborhood. Hide your electronics.
Whatcha Gonna Do With All That Junk, All That Junk Inside Your Trunk(s)?
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.
Quick! Somebody call Child Protective Services. My children are being corrupted.
I learned to be crude the old-fashioned way: my family taught me 🙂
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 blog in which I shut my mouth and no one cries. Mostly.
If a picture’s worth a thousand words, then I just logged 9,000 in humorous narrative non-fiction. Cool; a good writing day.
Multimedia Monday, if you will: pics of our redneck excursions into trailer ownership, whereby Eric-of-the-islands earns the new name, Bubba-mon.