Male PMS is A Very Real Thing, Friends

October is know for many things. It is National Midwife Appreciation week, Breast Cancer Awareness Month, Vaccine Injury Awareness Mont (Hope all three of you have a nice celebration, and a number of other causes. Many or them are legit and some are bunk. Since October is officially "Cause" month I would like to add another into the fuck pile.
I hereby declare October to be Male PMS awareness month. It does not happen very often, perhaps every 6 months or so, but during onset of Male PMS you man might notice these symptoms.
1) You male will suddenly want to go fishing.
2) Your male will begin to consume more beer then usually
3) Nothing you do will make you male happy, you could walk around topless with your Poon hanging out and he would grump and walk away
4)You male will begin to think that you do nothing around the house even though when he attempts you job everything falls apart in a matter of hours.
5)Everything is your fault, even if it is his fault, the way you reacted to it makes it your fault.
The illness suddenly ends in cycle in a matter of weeks and then everything goes back to normal and your hubbs is the loving man you married once again.

So folks, lets all rally together to bring awareness to male PMS this month. There may be some young new wife who has never heard of it and might be believing that she has done something wrong.

Six Word Saturday

Three Little Boys and a Baby...


Are going to all be at my house in a while AND I am taking them to town. I must be the craziest woman on the face of the earth.

And here is a nice picture of a humpback whale, because I can't find the pic I wanted to use :D

Six Word Saturday (My Very First)

To the tune of the Talking Heads Psycho Killer








Chicken Killer...Run Run Run Away!

This dog is wanted in three neighbors yards for the crime of chicken killing. I am keeping her safe, but I don't know why. I guess I love her but she makes it so hard. The only reason she lives is because my kids adore her. Lucky Bitch

How Wal*Mart Gave Me My Groove Back

Let's be honest here. I love living the country life. I love having chickens and using a clothes line and having a yard full of dog shit with no HOA to come after my country ass, but that does not mean that I must live in a trailer.

Apparently, "trailer" is no longer a PC term. When ever I tell people I live in one the first thing they say is something along the lines of "There is nothing wrong with living in a mobile home." So saying that my house could trail behind a truck is trashy, but actually having the word "mobile", meaning movable, in the title is better. Gee thanks for reminding me that my house has a hitch. Snails have mobile homes. Not people

Hubbs and I have been careful to never incur debt. We hate owing people money, but my trailer/mobile home/ Fuckin' big ass camper is falling to bits. We have put tons of money into the place and it is still rotting faster than we can repair. Time to buy a house.

We already have the land, septic, electric and water on site so the plan is to build! Should be easy right???
NO!! You are wrong. It seems that the less debt you owe , the less credit you get. In fact, if you go your entire adult life, paying your bills, saving your cash, never living beyond you means and being the perfect example of conservatism, you are rewarded with a big fat "Fuck You!" when applying for any credit. No no no!





Well, we needed a car in a bad way. We found a loan shark willing to give us a shot but my father- in-law came to the rescue in a big way an co-signed for the hubbs so now he can spend the next year building credit. And we got to go to a real bank, a Loan Tuna, if you will. I , however , got left out in the mud on this level. Shit

You see, I have student loans and hospital bills. This toxic combination apparently gives me a credit score anywhere from 605 (boo) to 640 (Meh) depending on which agency is reporting. They tell me the ideal is 700, but I can't get there unless I get credit.

I have spent the last week applying for every credit card I could see. All said no except a few who said they would exchange $200 credit for $200 cash...DOH? Hey, I'll give you 100 pennies for that dollar. 100 is better than 1! Glad you are following me on this.

Well I got the call yesterday for something I never thought would happen. Wal*Mart, of all the places , is giving me a REAL, honest to God, credit card. I'm not a huge fan of Wal*Mart, but in some really weird twist is appears that Wal*Mart is going to give me the biggest help I could ever get, by giving me the chance to own my own home. Not everyone can say that.

Even thought I am not a fan of Wal*Mart, I guess I will need it very soon. I'll need that credit card while furnishing my new house :D

Been Busy! Would you like some Pepper?

Not that the three of you 'prolly care much, but life is taking me all sorts of great places. I hope that things keep progressing.

It's funny how life can get so interesting and just when it feels like you have something to say you lose the energy. I feel like I want to blog more when nothing is going on then when it is.

I have an extra dog now, BTW, Don't y'all break your necks trying to adopt him all at once ;)







PEPPER The 12-year-old Great Dane/Lab mix

Add him to the Great Pyr and the beagle and there is a lot of shit in my yard. Butterflies like to sit on dog shit so I guess it makes my yard nicer.

There , I blogged

Battling My Dirt Demons (Your Domestic Advaice For The Day)

I'm going to be honest here. I am NOT clean by nature. I hate cleaning, really. Just to keep my house to the point where others would be doing a light once over takes a lot of work for me. I have gotten better over the years, but there were times when my house would have made a college student gag. But I have thwarted my dirt hording ways and I think I might be in the point in my life where I can maintain some domestic bliss, if not covered in cobwebs.This is why I feel it is important to add small nips of domestic lazy wisdom.

Here is today's...ready?

Get a shop Vacuum: Regular vacuums are great if you live by yourself and have no pets and your only bit of carpet is a 2x2 rug. For the rest of us, namely those with kids and dogs and husbands, all natural lovers of mud puddles and dirt, a more professional approach in needed.
Shop Vacs are multi useful. They can do windows, walls, pets, spiders and even sink drains, wet or dry.

I like to do a super vacuum about twice a month. This leads to large bits of dirt and dog hair that hang around for a while , but I love the "THWAMP" noise they make being sucked up the tube. I live for that noise.

So that is my advice , friends. And if , by chance, you happen to be like me in the unnaturally clean, it goes against my genetics, department. May the shop Vac be with us all.

Feck! S'hot!

Holy cow people! I chose to live in the mountains, not only because I feel it is the most beautiful place to live but also for is mild and cozy summers. Apparently someone left the temperature set on HELL this year because it feels like the deep south up in here. I don't do well with heat. It makes me a grumpy twat. If Alex and I had to live in the heat we would be divorced or I would be a widow.
But my real question is this, Is it this hot everywhere? I mean , it seems as if it were this hot in the gulf we would have the worlds largest deep fryer making crispy sea turtle sliders. (What? Too soon?)

Shit, it's almost too hot to type. I'm gonna go sit in an ice bath. What are you doing to keep cool?