Mahala the Wally World Warrior
I have been to Wally World on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. I have been to the other side. I have witnessed the darkness.All the turkeys they had left were apparently from some third world country or had been on Jenny Craig. I had to dig all the way down into the bottom of the endless pit of frozen fowl carnage freezer case, tossing Butterballs out of my way, trying to get to the one pudgy looking gobbler I could see, just out of my reach.I thought the Amazon was going to have to pull me back out by the ankles.Trying to find the canned, jelled cranberry sauce was like the quest for the Holy Grail. I am persnickety about my cranberry sa

Graveyard Stomping, Car Shopping and not THE Edge
The wind is howling through the valleys and between the mountan peeks this morning in Frog Pond Holler. The air is starting to get that little bite that signals the end to warmer days. I am so ready. This weekend thoroughly kicked by bootay. I was off Friday, part of the "Mahala has to use up her vacation hours because she's not giving this company one more damned thing" project. It was spent hauling trash, old tarps, washing machine packaging and plastic bottles to the dump and recycle bins. I also worked diligently to get the kitchen cleaned up, but you can't tell it today. Friday night the Amazon went to Big City with her friends to c

Uneasy Calm, Extra Stress and Reverse Psychology
It's dark and gloomy in Frog Pond Holler this morning. The rain is barely falling, a smidge more than a mist, just enough to make you turn your wipers on for the drive in and bright orange-brown oak leaves are blowing over the surface of the road, like a herd of skittish cattle, not sure of which way to go. The natives are settling in for the winter here, loads of freshely split wood making their way up tiny dirt roads to hidden hollers where life is suspended in time. It makes me thankful to have "real" heat, I don't miss hauling wood in through snow storms or trying to keep a fire going all night, but at the same time, I'm a little sad that those hidden

Hurling Monkeys and Lesbian Pigs
Have you ever had such a busy weekend that you were thankful to get back to work on Monday morning, just so you could sit down? And considering where I work, that's saying alot. The Amazon took the truck to Big City Friday night, then again Saturday morning for job #2. I figured, since I was stuck at home I'd try to get some stuff done. The dog lot needs to be moved down and over a bit so that the oil man can come fill the tank. I figured, although it's 30' x 10', I should be able to move it a little at a time. Once I got out there, I realized I had a small problem. A tree, about 16 inches in diameter, had sprouted in front of the first panel and it

Puppies, Kettles and My Ding-A-Ling
If you come by the trailer in the next few days, chances are you'll hear the sound of the new washer running. We've been washing everything, there were piles of stuff stuck everywhere that was too big for the old  washer or that we knew wouldn't come clean. It's sorta sad honestly. It reminds me of that old Ma and Pa Kettle movie where they get moved from their hillbilly home into a new fangled, high