That Bug Butcher BITES.....

May 31, 2011

So..........what happens when you place your booger finger in the middle of the electric bug zapper??

According to my niece Tiffany, it can take you to "new heights".......and bruise your bobo when you come back down and slam into the lawn chair you had been sitting in.

Can you tell we're related??

You Know You're in Arkansas When.......

May 14, 2011 (Hey, did you guys know that yesterday was Friday the 13th??  I didn't either until someone who will remain nameless (Tom) mentioned I put the wrong date on yesterday's Blog....

This is what I have learned over the past couple days spending time in beautiful Arkansas:

YOU KNOW YOU'RE IN ARKANSAS WHEN.......

(NOTE:  If you were born in Arkansas; currently reside in Arkansas; have family that live in Arkansas; or know of someone who's parents are related in Arkansas.....please....I beg of you; don't send me hate mail over this Blog.....I LOVE Arkansas.....)

* The restrooms to the "finer" restaurants are outdoors.....

* The family vacation consists of going to Murfreesburo to sit in dirt piles looking for diamonds.....

* A fun-filled evening consists of hanging the family pet from a shepherd's rod just for kicks..........

* You see "No Hunting'" signs riddled with bullet holes

* You know the name of the State Bug......(of which, I do not know....they just have a lot of these critters hanging around......they give me the willies...)


AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST.....

*You say, "I voted for Clinton to get him out of the state."

Hey Chuck, What's That Hanging Out The Rear Of The RV??

Friday, May 24, 2011


Awwww.......how I love traveling in the RV......

What I'm not particularly fond of is dragging the 50' electrical cord behind us....

Let me explain...

Yesterday, we were excited to be heading to the Diamond Mines in Arkansas with our friends, Kris and Steve, for a nice long weekend to dig for diamonds.  The RV was loaded and ready to go; Chuck was in the co-pilot seat; Murphy in his lap; trike trailered behind us and off we went.  We got to the gate of our community about 1/4 mile up the road when I glanced in the side mirror of the RV and see something dragging behind us.......As I focus my eyes on the foreign object following us, I see its our huge 50 amp electrical cord dragging behind the motorhome.

Not our RV......but that's pretty much what it looked like....only BIGGER

Yep, my co-pilot, aka Chuck, forgot to unplug us before we left home........

And here's the best part:  it's MY fault.  That's right; according to Chuck, since I'm (and I'm quoting here), "Captain of this ship (RV), its up to you (Liz) to make sure your (again, Liz) sailors do their job properly".

So, as I was rolling up the 50 foot electrical cord, which had completely unrolled itself during the last 1/4 mile, I remembered why I married this dork Charlie; and that is because there is never a single, solitary moment of dullness being married to my best friend.

Thanks for keeping life interesting, Charlie!!!!