manly men
There are alot of things in life that I don't understand. Things men "won't do" is probably at the top of that list.
I don't understand the thinking behind the things they won't do.
Contrary to popular belief, if you stick your hands in the sink and do the dishes, you won't turn "gay".
If you hold your wife's purse while she goes to the bathroom in one of those awful port a potties, you won't be thought of as a "cross dresser".
If you ask directions when you are lost, they won't think you just escaped from Attica and are on "the lamb".
Last but not least :::::: If you buy Kotex pads or tampons for your wife, you will not be taped by the 10:00 news or have your face on the front cover of the Springville Journal. I highly doubt with all the stuff going on in the world that The Editor at the Journal has a reporter on the scene at Springville Walmart just waiting for someone to go to the register and purchase "sanitary napkins". I doubt very highly they are just waiting to "snap" your photo at the check out so they can print it on the front page.
Maybe when they are little boys their Dads give them advice like the advice we got when we were little girls, you know the advice like "don't kiss a boy or you will get pregnant". Now that is great advice. Oh yeah, whatever.
Do they take these little boys out behind a tree or behind the barn and say "Now little Joey, don't ever wash dishes or you will turn gay and you will not be able to join the armed forces.
For God's sake where in the hell does this crap come from?
Talk later
Annie
I don't understand the thinking behind the things they won't do.
Contrary to popular belief, if you stick your hands in the sink and do the dishes, you won't turn "gay".
If you hold your wife's purse while she goes to the bathroom in one of those awful port a potties, you won't be thought of as a "cross dresser".
If you ask directions when you are lost, they won't think you just escaped from Attica and are on "the lamb".
Last but not least :::::: If you buy Kotex pads or tampons for your wife, you will not be taped by the 10:00 news or have your face on the front cover of the Springville Journal. I highly doubt with all the stuff going on in the world that The Editor at the Journal has a reporter on the scene at Springville Walmart just waiting for someone to go to the register and purchase "sanitary napkins". I doubt very highly they are just waiting to "snap" your photo at the check out so they can print it on the front page.
Maybe when they are little boys their Dads give them advice like the advice we got when we were little girls, you know the advice like "don't kiss a boy or you will get pregnant". Now that is great advice. Oh yeah, whatever.
Do they take these little boys out behind a tree or behind the barn and say "Now little Joey, don't ever wash dishes or you will turn gay and you will not be able to join the armed forces.
For God's sake where in the hell does this crap come from?
Talk later
Annie
our place






I got a ton of emails asking what our place looks like and that my directions werent very clear. I am working on better directions, hope to have them on here for you all later.
I have posted some pictures I took yesterday. I took advantage of the good weather we had here in Hooterville.
I have one more sick kid so i gotta make it short and sweet this morning.
Talk soon!!
Annie
The wallpaper
Growing up I had a friend who lived out in the middle of nowhere in the most incredible OLD house. It was the most awesome house in the world to me. I thought it was huge. Apparently my friends parents got divorced and her mom got it in the settlement. It needed a ton of work, but none the less I loved it there.
I used to spend the night there alot. On one of these occasions, her parents had gone out with instructions to keep the woodstove filled. The living room or "parlor" as it was called had this huge grate in the middle of the floor for the heat to come up from the basement. It was so weird to me. Really weird.
We were goofing around for along time watching TV and crap like that when it started getting really cold in the house.
Crap, we forgot to load that stupid stove.
"I will run down and do it ", I cheerfully chirped. Everyone was afraid of the basement but me. It was one of those old really scary type basements, like the basement where Norman Bates put his mom, you know that type.
I ran down there, filled the stove way too full with whatever i could find and ran back upstairs.
A while later we could smell smoke. She ran in the living room and we could literally see flames coming up from the floor.
"Holy crap Anne, we are really in trouble now" she yelled to me.
We had no idea what to do.
Her sister ran into the kitchen and grabbed a pot of water and threw it down that big old grate to put out the flames.
"Whew, that was a close call"!!!
A few seconds later the room filled up with steam, you couldn't see in front of your face. We all went in the kitchen to get something to eat, it was late and we were hungry after a long night of doing nothing.
After we finished our fried onion sandwiches, we went in the living room to turn off the TV.
"Holy crap Anne, we are gonna be in sooooooooo much trouble!!!"
"What?"
"The steam from the woodstove has made all Mom's wallpaper peel off the walls."
I looked around the room. OH MY GOD.
The paper was all peeled off, sitting at the bottom of the room very neatly rolled down like someone rewound a movie of someone hanging wallpaper. The walls were bare.
"What should we do Annie?"
"That's a no brainer, just leave the lights off forever, they will never notice."
The next day it took a while but they finally noticed. I couldn't stop laughing. It really looked funny.
It was so funny, I wound up having to paste that darn wallpaper up, took us the whole Sunday, totally ruined the weekend.
Whenever I see someone hanging wallpaper I think of that old house and that crazy old wood stove.
I used to spend the night there alot. On one of these occasions, her parents had gone out with instructions to keep the woodstove filled. The living room or "parlor" as it was called had this huge grate in the middle of the floor for the heat to come up from the basement. It was so weird to me. Really weird.
We were goofing around for along time watching TV and crap like that when it started getting really cold in the house.
Crap, we forgot to load that stupid stove.
"I will run down and do it ", I cheerfully chirped. Everyone was afraid of the basement but me. It was one of those old really scary type basements, like the basement where Norman Bates put his mom, you know that type.
I ran down there, filled the stove way too full with whatever i could find and ran back upstairs.
A while later we could smell smoke. She ran in the living room and we could literally see flames coming up from the floor.
"Holy crap Anne, we are really in trouble now" she yelled to me.
We had no idea what to do.
Her sister ran into the kitchen and grabbed a pot of water and threw it down that big old grate to put out the flames.
"Whew, that was a close call"!!!
A few seconds later the room filled up with steam, you couldn't see in front of your face. We all went in the kitchen to get something to eat, it was late and we were hungry after a long night of doing nothing.
After we finished our fried onion sandwiches, we went in the living room to turn off the TV.
"Holy crap Anne, we are gonna be in sooooooooo much trouble!!!"
"What?"
"The steam from the woodstove has made all Mom's wallpaper peel off the walls."
I looked around the room. OH MY GOD.
The paper was all peeled off, sitting at the bottom of the room very neatly rolled down like someone rewound a movie of someone hanging wallpaper. The walls were bare.
"What should we do Annie?"
"That's a no brainer, just leave the lights off forever, they will never notice."
The next day it took a while but they finally noticed. I couldn't stop laughing. It really looked funny.
It was so funny, I wound up having to paste that darn wallpaper up, took us the whole Sunday, totally ruined the weekend.
Whenever I see someone hanging wallpaper I think of that old house and that crazy old wood stove.
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Why in the hell are you writing a blog?

I wanted to take a minute to tell you guys why I am writing this blog.
It was not my idea, I will have to admit that first off. I didn't even know what a blog was until I stumbled on one and started to read it. It was very boring. I never thought I could write such a thing.
forgot about it
My friend Janet kept on me to do something. Write down all the things I have done, seen lived through, and write it in a funny way to make people laugh.
I ignored her.
she kept it up
I wrote one blog story
she called me "I like it, keep it up" "proofreading doesn't kill people, keep it up.
I am very lucky to have been born with a really strange sense of humor. My birthday is on April 1st, which you all know is April fools day, so I guess it just fits.
I have been through some shitty circumstances, deaths, fights, near foreclosures etc. I have lost jobs that have been sent overseas, lost friends, cows, etc. Just like the rest of you have. We all have seen some crappy stuff in our lives. If you live through the crappy stuff and take a look at it and say "Holy shit, that sucked, but I am still here and you know somewhere there is usually a little humor there if you look real hard, real hard.
I was always in trouble since kindergarten, I laughed too much. Way too much. I thought everything was funny and I still do, it's a gift. In my report cards the teachers in first grade wrote "great student, but talks too much in class". I haven't changed in 44 years on this planet.
I just want all of you to be able to take 5 minutes to read a quick story and laugh. You may not understand all the stories, but most of the time you can stand back and say "Holy shit that happened to me, I am not the only one!" and sort of laugh.
No, contrary to popular belief I don't always run around laughing my ass of over everything, I do my fair share of crying, and screaming. Just ask my family they will tell you under oath I am sure.
Just about once a day I will get an email from someone who has read a story and they will say "I remember that", or "I totally forgot about that", those comments keep me going, if I have an audience of just one, I keep writing.
There is alot of crappy stuff in the world, crappy people, just plain old crap. I just want you to forget the crap for a few minutes and enjoy life. Take a few minutes next time something really crappy happens to you and think about how there must be a glint of humor in it. It is really hard sometimes, believe me I know, but try not to take this life so serious, we are only here for a short time, enjoy the ride man!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Talk soon,
Annie
Friday, November 6, 2009
Directions to my house

I constantly have people ask me "just where in the hell do you live anyway?"
So I don't have to send so many individual emails here it goes:
The following are directions to my house:
Leave Springville go South, I don't know the name of the road, just head South.
Go for a LONG ways.
When you see a sign that says "Walton's Mountain", take that exit.
keep going
You will pass Jedd Clampet out in his yard target practicing
Don't speed or Boss Hogg and Andy Griffith will try to pull you over
If you break down on the way, call Cooter Davenport to tow you, he will have The Dukes of Hazzard give you a ride to my house. They know where it is.
You will see a sign that says Petticoat Junction, keep going, you are getting closer.
When you see Gomer Pyle's gas station, hang a left
keep going
keep going
you will see a big white house, that is Aunt Bea's place, keep going you are getting close now.
If you get hungry while on the trip, stop at Mel's diner, tell Flo I said "Hi".
go up a steep hill
when you see a sign that says "Willie Nelson for President" you will know you are at my house.
It looks like the house that Loretta Lynn lived in when they did "Coal Miner's Daughter". No, not the one when she was rich, the one when she was dirt poor, you know the one in Kentucky.
The kids will be out back playing with Opie.
I can't wait to see ya!!
Thursday, November 5, 2009
It's a Catholic thing

When I was a kid my Mom used to let me stay with some friends who had a dairy farm. I loved it there. I was not from a farm so this was a huge treat for me. They had 10 kids, tons a chickens, and enough work to go around for all of us . It was like heaven to me.
I was raised Catholic, but we didn't go to church every week. I knew the basics and had a real respect for it. Back in the day we had respect for things, we also had FEAR.
My girlfriends mom had the most beautiful flower bed I had ever seen. It had pansys, marigolds, you name it, it was in there I swear. It was in a circular shape and in the middle was a statue of the Mother Mary. It was the most beautiful statue I had ever seen. My mom didn't have one of those.
We used to play kickball, for those of you who are unfamiliar with the term kickball, it is a game played outdoors by children. It was invented to keep us outside, way before computer games.
One day my friend says "did you know that if you go in that flower bed you will go to hell?"
"Oh yeah right" I replied.
"Why don't ya go in there then?"
"Don't wanna"
I steered clear of that flower bed. REAL clear.
Unfortunately it was next to the driveway where we played.
One day it happened..........someone kicked the ball too hard and it landed in the flower bed right next to the statue, I forgot myself being caught up in the moment, ran to get the ball and threw it back.
"I can't believe you just did that!"
"What?"
"You went in that garden dummie!!" You are going to hell now for sure. It was nice knowing you! She walked away like it was no big deal for her for Pete's sake I was the one going to hell not her.
I tried to act like it didn't bother me. I was scared to DEATH!!!!!! I remember finishing the game trying not to look at that statue, surely it would tell on me.
Crap, when would they be coming to take me to hell?
Crap my mom will kill me.
During supper i could barely eat. There was an statue in the dining room of the Infant of Prague. I knew for sure it was looking at me. Just waiting to tell on me. I couldn't look it in the eye either.
I laid awake all night, thinking about what it was gonna be like in hell. Was it really hot there? Does the devil really poke you with a pitchfork all day? I knew for sure if I fell asleep they would come to take me there so I tried not to fall asleep. It was the longest night of my life.
The next morning I remember waking up and looking around. I was still in the bedroom, it didn't look like a firey pit was anywhere to be seen. I looked around the corner in the hallway, surely the devil was waiting out there. Where in the heck was he?
Finally my friend woke up? She looked well rested. I made it through the night, maybe they had forgotten to come and get me. Oh thank goodness.
For the next few days I was really good, I did dishes without being asked, did chores like a super star so that statue could see me.
They never came to get me.
I still have respect for people's things and I still have respect for those statues.
Til this day sometimes I wonder when they are coming to get me.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009
I am back
I am back everyone give me a day to get my crap back together. House full of sick kids LOLLLLLL Still picking up candy wrappers from Halloween.
See ya tomarrow morning!!!!!
See ya tomarrow morning!!!!!