I defy you to watch this commercial* without tearing up. You have no soul if the tears don't well. Yeah, I said that.
OMS! (That's "Oh My Stars!" as abbreviated by the fabulous Heather.) You are my very first hater! Well, probably not the very first, but the first person who was brave enough to comment in a spiteful manner.
I have always enjoyed reading your blog! Cracks me up...but today not so much.
You put down the place where I was raised. Your husband is a doctor here and that is where you get the money you spent on the 18 acres and the house you live in. You talked about oxy, meth drugs etc, but you failed to mention the friendly people in this town, the close knit community that we have, and friends that have been friends forever. If you don't like it here leave, but if you are going to enjoy the money you make off of us poor country folk then please don't criticize!...especially since you love Jesus so much!
This is a tale...
Once again it's that time of year. It's the season of me losing my shiz every Saturday afternoon or evening...pacing, screaming, shouting, praying loudly, clapping, hurling insults, offering praise, and generally acting like a total idiot. All in the name of college football. More specifically, all in the name of my beloved Georgia Bulldogs.
After clicking here, there, and everywhere last night, I stumbled upon some website wanting me to vote for the "Scream 2009 Awards," honoring the best in fantasy, Sci-Fi, comics, and horror. Oh. Wow. There's an awards show specifically for my people*? I'm all over that.
I have been absent from the blogging world. Because I have been at the beach.