Keeping occupied

Mayberry is a small town.  Ok, so it's not so small that there is only one barber shop and a handful of stop signs, but some days it feels like it.  We do have a Wal-Mart (rumored to be the smallest in the state), five or six stoplights (two of which I question the validity of on a daily basis) and a handful of law enforcement officials who make countless trips from the previously mentioned Wal-Mart to one of the questionable stop lights countless times a day in order to make sure I live in a safe town.  Thank you, law enforcement officials.  Oh, and thanks for making me laugh my hind end off, too - but that's another post entirely.

Anywho, one funny thing about living in a small town is that sometimes you run out of things to do.  We have no movie theatres or super nice restaurants.  There are no hot clubs or bowling alleys.  Nor is there a racetrack or casino.  So what does one do when the television has gotten old and the internet is down?

We make our own fun.

Exhibit A:

We let our niece and nephew make a mess in the family room floor when we have absolutely no intention of picking it up.

Exhibit B:

We go a few miles down a backroad to the river so we can be at our happy place.

Exhibit C:

We also tend to travel threee hours into another time zone to see our favorite singer perform..

Exhibit D:

  

Oh yea, we burn stuff (those are my feet).

Exhibit F:

Do they really let exhibits go this far?

We drive UTVs blind folded.  Heck yea!

Exhibit G:

We hand three year olds explosives.

And last but not least....

We let lawnmowers fall out of the bed of our trucks and break their axles...  I couldn't make this up.

Now tell me we don't know how to have a good time in the sticks!

Dadgum Allergies

I had every single intention of posting pictures today... Everything from the mess my niece and nephew made in my living room over the weekend to a concert a few weeks back and also some random snapshots from summertime in Mayberry.

But, instead my body decided to have an allergic reaction to a couple of adorable four-legged canine friends.  Have no fear, I've smeared cortizone on my hives and have returned to normal breathing after using my inhalor.  Oh, and I'm strung out on Benadryl (such a lightweight, I know) and falling asleep as I type this. 

If I'm not awake by 4:30 someone please wipe the drool from my face and stick me with a cattle prod.  

Over and Out.  Or just goodnight.  It's whatever.