Freedom, GUNZ, Glory, and Ebyjo will relocate. We will still use this blog until it is complete. We will be going to a more secure format. I was going to do it a while back but put it off. There we will be able to have more options on who can comment and who can't without moderation. Great features that allows one to comment freely and deny access to those filled with anti-American rhetoric and other forms of hate.

I have deleted some posts for my own reasons. If you took the time to comment and the post is no longer there I apologize. I have no problems with any liberal that has came here with a rational argument. From this point on I ask those liberal types that you stay on topic. I'm no longer going to allow my comment sections to be turned into message boards to promote their garbage in whatever form it is. For my conservative friends it's business as usual here.

For those that want to continue with your ignorance; know that you're wasting your time. I'm not reading your trash. Rub some dirt on it or go pound on some sand.

Semper Fi and God Bless these United States.

Last Child Support Check

LAST CHILD SUPPORT CHECK!!!


Taday iz my baby girl's 18th birthday I iz so glad that this there here will be my last child support payment! Month afta month, year afta year, all them thar payments! So I call my baby girl, Darla Mae, to come to my trailer, n when she get here, I says to her, "Baby girl, I want ya to take this thar check over to yo momma house n tell her that this thar check here will be the last darn check she'll ever be agettin' from me, n I want ya to come back n tell me the 'spression on ya mamma's face."

So, my baby girl take the check over ta her momma. I wuz anxious to hear what she says, n bout the 'spression on her face. Baby girl walk frue the door, I says, "Now what ya momma say 'bout that?"

My Darla Mae looks at me n say, "She say ta tell you that "ya ain't my daddy" ... n watch the 'spression on ya face"!!!


SCROLL DOWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lawd a Mercy!!!

GOTCHA!!!

See this??

My mom and I went out shopping yesterday morning at the mall. We had to park 3 aisles apart and met at the front door. Thank God for cell phones!!! The crowds were horrendous and the lines to check out were at least 30 minutes each. I love this time of year!!!

My mom is not a shopper. She hates it with a passion. So as soon as we walk into the first store and see the sea of people, my mom turns to me and said..."Only an idiot would be here on a day like this!" This of course gets me laughing, (we are both there) so she gives me the evil eye, grins and takes my kids to buy me something for Christmas. I finished up the last bit of shopping I had to do for people other than Gunz' and our children. I got a $42.00 sweater for $18.00...so it pays to fight the crowds.

I have been reminding Gunz all week that we were going to the mall that evening and let the kids pick out things they want, and then go back and get it later. It was far worse at 6pm then it was at 11am, let me just leave it at that. heehee

The girls are trying on clothes and I am keeping mental records of what they want. Gunz was so cute standing in the juniors section. He was easy to find at 6'5"...My son is standing in the junior girls section with the same fun filled expression as Gunz, so Gunz said..."We're gonna go, we'll be back", and off they go. We are still looking for clothes for one of the girls (we had 3 with us)...when my son and Gunz come strolling back. They had already got my boy figured out....hahaha. I think it took them 10 minutes, tops.

The kids then name off music they want so off to the music store to find what they are looking for. I thought Gunz would stroke when he saw some of the covers for the cd's. "No way am I buying that trash!" he then turns to me and says..."did you see the cover?" I am giggling of course and remembering my mom fussing about AC/DC and other stuff that is now classic. *sighs*

After we finished, we go back to my house and eat pizza, until Gunz and his girls leave and I start wrapping presents. My tree is slowly getting presents under it and I can't wait to see all 4 kids faces as they open up their presents. It will be a great Christmas.

I gotta go, there is another huge sale on today! The mall beckons me...

Gunz' Shrapnel

I have to tell this story on Gunz. It is too funny to pass up and well, I am just that kind of woman...Winter is here in all of it's glory for the area in which Gunz and I live. The temperatures drop well below 20* F ( 6*C) at night, but can swing up to the mid 50's (9*C) in the daytime. In January and February, it gets brutal here, and 10*F can feel warm! It is nothing for the temperatures to be in the -15* F range, in the daytime! Water pipes are known to freeze in this area and rupture...It's that cold!
We had a weather WARNING for Sunday night. "Dress warm, keep your house warm, watch the pipes, it will drop to around 17*F (-8*C for Hoving!) tonight." Now, Gunz loves the winter. As a matter of fact, he still wears t-shirts in the winter with no coat! I, on the other hand, sit under a blanket, with a heating pad to keep warm...

So there is my baby, watching TV on Sunday night. It was football of course! All of the sudden Ka-BAAM! Shrapnel goes flying everywhere in his room! Oh God what was that??? HIT THE DECK!!!


It was his air conditioner!!! Yes, Gunz was STILL running his airconditioner in 17* F weather...It was soooooo cold, that ICE formed on the INSIDE of his air conditioner, (and the inside of his house for that matter) it FROZE the fan unit completely and eventually exploded, all inside of his house!

Gunz tells me about it Monday night, and I, being the loving and supportive woman I am, laughed hysterically for...oohhh...uummm...well... ummm... 3 days now! So late Sunday night, when the rest of you were warm and cozy in your houses, while leaving the brutal cold outside, my Gunz was picking up the frozen pieces of his air conditioner...

And...NO...I am NOT buying him an air conditioner for Christmas! LOL

Laters! I love you Gunz!!! :-D

GUNZ Theme Song Added...

I'm adding a theme song and placing it over my profile pic. It's a message to all those clueless liberal loons and other diseases out there that get pissed at about anything I have to say. I'd take great pleasure in sending them a few quarters to call someone who cares if I knew how to get it to them. I make no apologies either...

I'm simply done with any kind of attempt to get along with those hypocritical nut jobs. They can kiss my non-politically correct A**!

GOD Bless these United States.



As the song goes: "I am and I'm me". Rub some dirt on it.

Dear Abby, (Male Version)

Dear Abby,

I've never written to you before, but I really need your advice on what could be a crucial decision. I've suspected for some time now that my Wife has been cheating on me.

The usual signs... phone rings but if I answer, the caller hangs up. My wife has been going out with the girls a lot recently although when I ask their names she always says, "Just some friends from work, you don't know them."

I always stay awake to look out for her taxi coming home, but she always walks down the drive. Although I can hear a car driving off, as if she has gotten out of the car round the corner. Why? Maybe she wasn't in a taxi? I once picked her cell phone up just to see what time it was and she went berserk and screamed that I should never touch her phone again and why was I checking up on her.

Anyway, I have never approached the subject with my wife. I think deep down I just didn't want to know the truth, but last night she went out again and I decided to really check on her.

I decided I was going to park my Harley Davidson motorcycle next to the garage and then hide behind it so I could get a good view of the whole street when she came home. It was at that moment, crouching behind my Harley, that I noticed that the valve covers on my engine seemed to be leaking a little oil.

Is this something I can fix myself or should I take it back to the dealer?

Thanks,

Bob

H/T to Rodeo Of The Mind

I'm Back!!!

Hello everyone! I am back. My kids are thrilled to death and came running up to me with hugs, kisses and smiles. Gunz and I missed each other loads! I can tell you I am glad to be back home. I am tired, cold, and I have so much to get done, but I am so happy to be back home that I can't stand it!

I have a few adventures to tell you about later on, after I get settled again, but I must admit, that was the BEST seminar that I have ever been on in my entire career! The food was amazing, the hotel room was larger than my entire downstairs!!!...and the content discussed was relavent, interesting, and necessary.

You will be happy to know that Gunz and his laptop have been reunited. I made it back home with his laptop just in time for his electricity to go out, due to a poweroutage for most of the town! Furthermore, we fired up his laptop and the battery died within 2 minutes, because some teacher used it all day! HAHA. So there is my baby, sitting in his house, with no electricity, and no computer...again! Poor guy!

Anyway, I am exhausted and I have some people who severely need my attention...so laters!