Christmas memories, from us’n's to y’all.

Hallelujah everybody say "Cheese!"  Merry Christmas from the Fam-uh-lee-ee.

Merry After-Christmas from my family to yours. We’re just like y’all except a little less classy . . . → Read More: Christmas memories, from us’n’s to y’all.

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That’ll knock some sense into him.

skunk

Why is it that the best stories always involve poo? Eww. Here is the next installment of the Redneck Adventures of my Bubba-Mon and his Quacker, in Nowheresville. And, yes, there’s poo, way too much poo. . . . → Read More: That’ll knock some sense into him.

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If a tree falls in the forest.

Maybe it wasn't quite this big.

Just your regular weekend of chain saws, rednecking, and Nowheresville. And some guy called Bubba-mon cutting down a giant redwood that landed on my head. . . . → Read More: If a tree falls in the forest.

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It’s alright to be little bitty.

I'm going faster than it looks, really.  In our 36 hours in Nowheresville, we biked 36 miles, swam 2200 yards, and ran 8 miles.  And Eric worked outside for 2 hours.  We also consumed our body weight in Blue Bell, BBQ, and German breakfast foods.  And then slept for 12 hours.

Blue bell ice cream, Blue Bell stadium, Blue Bell Aquatic Center = Nowheresville weekend. Whoop! . . . → Read More: It’s alright to be little bitty.

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Heaven or hell?

"Let's sleep in, the wind will cool us."  Pre-ride, 10:15 a.m.

106 degrees in the shade — real hot. Welcome to Nowheresville, TX. . . . → Read More: Heaven or hell?

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There’s nowhere like Nowheresville.

Bubba-mon in action with the skid loader.

Ah, heaven is a semi-permanent travel trailer parked in the woods near Nowheresville, Texas. Seriously. Even without a heater. And with the sound of heavy equipment operating in the background. . . . → Read More: There’s nowhere like Nowheresville.

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Picture me in Nowheresville, without a heater in the Quacker. YEAH.

Quacker plus no heater = bonfire standing between me and death in 26 degree Nowheresville.

26 degrees, an old travel trailer, a broken heater, and Bubba-mon on the skid loader. Can pictures do it justice? . . . → Read More: Picture me in Nowheresville, without a heater in the Quacker. YEAH.

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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. . . . → Read More: The Redneck Adventures of Bubba-Mon and the Quacker

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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.” . . . → Read More: Return to Nowheresville

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