You Might Be a Redneck if:

You can burp and say your name at the same time, you’re shur’ nuff a redneck.

You carried a fishing pole into Sea World.

You think a quarter horse is a ride out in front of the Walmart.

Your front porch collapses and four dogs git killed.

You’ve ever had to scratch your sisters name out of a message that begins, “For a good time call….”.

You think fast food is hitting a possum at 65 mph.

redneck popcorn

You can get dog hair from out of your belly button.

What can I say – I was missing my Word Press Blog site and had to post something – I bad!


Master, Where Are You

Didn’t know exactly what I wanted to say this week so as I walked into my office, Yoda caught my eye and well, the following Drabble is what resulted. Hope you enjoy it!

My Muse!

As I walked into the room, my eyes immediately began searching, both high and low, as though searching for clues to some dark secret mystery. It was here just yesterday – where could it have gone? Who could have possibly moved it? Why? Everyone has a muse – something/someone that provides inspiration. How else does one find purpose in setting at the desk, pen in hand, or fingers poised above the keyboard ready to share the knowledge accumulated. What were those familiar words once shared with me: “Always pass on what you have learned!”

Master, where are you?

“But it isn’t eating anything!”

Very old pencil sharpener

Why do we tend to hang on to so many things that – while they served their purpose well when we had them, they no longer serve any purpose other than to take up space in our home and bring back memories of times gone by?

We recently decided it was time to re-vamp the room in our house that once served as a combination second bedroom/office but over the years due to limited use as a guest room – had become more of a huge closet/storeroom.

I am one that dislikes clutter – my philosophy is that within our home there should be a place for everything and everything in its place – a philosophy that I have found hard to fulfill more days than not the older I get. Especially being married to a wonderful girl that has been brought up with a somewhat different philosophy – one that follows the thought process – that as long as the item (whatever it is that is not being thrown away)  isn’t eating anything (strange analogy), it is okay to keep. Besides – one day it might come in handy and you will be thankful that you kept it.

While my keepsakes habit does not – in any way, shape or form – resemble the habit that she has followed these past 55+ years of marriage, I must admit that I too, have kept some things that in all probability could have been gotten rid of years ago be they donated to Goodwill, The Salvation Army or just sold at a Garage/Yard sale. But the fact of the matter is that now that our room is back to its somewhat original state (combination bedroom/office), I find that I have three or four very small boxes of memorabilia that needs to be sorted through and well, disposed of.

The posing question though is – how do we decide what and where do these things go? Things like, while they have served their purpose well (a USB hub – no longer needed; a very old miniature recorder I used over thirty years ago; the tapes I recorded messages on; old floppy disks from a desktop computer that, while it turns on – cannot be operational until I find the Boot-up disk that I may or may not have); and well, I could go on but I am sure you have the gist of my dilemma.

Part of me has no problem in just tossing the contents of the boxes into a re-cycling container and putting the items out of my mind but the other part of me says but would these items be useful to someone else even though they are old and out-of-date and if so, who should I give them to so that they might be re-utilized and serve a purpose for someone else.

Knowing how I have handled situations similar to this in the past but on a much smaller scale (An example might be when we allow something to lie on our dresser for weeks on end until one day we say to ourselves – what am I keeping this for and just toss it), such a plan of action is necessary now but on a slightly grander scale.  After all, at age 78 – going on to 79 later this year, what am I going to do with an old cell phone, adapters for items I no longer have or know where they might be, and other similar items?

What to do – what to do? My educated guess is that eventually I will get a box large enough to hold the contents of these smaller boxes, transfer the contents from the smaller boxes into the larger box and transport the box to our Re-cycle Center and pass the decision on to them as to what to do with the items.

That is, if I don’t pull a few things out before transporting the box, saying to myself: “But it isn’t eating anything!”

Until next time!