Oh yes it is. Them and their kind. All my Red Neck, gun totten, God fearing Real Christians, anything liberal hating, neighbors are. They keep telling me how much they would like to shoot or hang them liberals.
Several years before my husband died, he planted a row of Hosta on the back of our house which I can’t see because they’re in front of some fairly large hedges. Our neighbors are most grateful as their hosta is spared since ours is the deer salad bar. However, now that I visualize AirB&B fir ticks, I may spray the things next year.
Actually, two diehard liberal Democrats here in our trailer park have proudly mounted the red, white & blue outside their homes recently; I hear the flags flapping in the offshore breeze as I walk our dog. And weirdly enough, I get it. I’ve never been a flag person either way (grew up in the 60s) but the past few years I’ve gotten such a sickening feeling in my gut when I’ve seen the flag being waved or planted on clothing and for the first time I smiled, felt safe, connected when I saw it. Just like that. Something had shifted, unbidden, surprising me. That something of course was the feeling of “joy” and all that it intends that I was suddenly suffused with. Wow. What a difference a day makes.
Actually, two diehard liberal Democrats here in our trailer park have proudly mounted the red, white & blue outside their homes recently; I hear the flags flapping in the offshore breeze as I walk our dog. And weirdly enough, I get it. I’ve never been a flag person either way (grew up in the 60s) but the past few years I’ve gotten such a sickening feeling in my gut when I’ve seen the flag being waved or planted on clothing and for the first time I smiled, felt safe, connected when I saw it. Just like that. Something had shifted, unbidden, surprising me. That something of course was the feeling of “joy” and all that it intends that I was suddenly suffused with. Wow. What a difference a day makes.
Oh yes it is. Them and their kind. All my Red Neck, gun totten, God fearing Real Christians, anything liberal hating, neighbors are. They keep telling me how much they would like to shoot or hang them liberals.
Yup they aren’t taking camo from us. Nope
I’d wear a camouflage blazer in a heartbeat.
the Catskills always seem to inspire you funny and like how you acknowledge the weak spots around edges of Walz record re the rioting
we are gonna hear alot of that crap come end of Chicago honeymoon and this year's October surprise is something i'd like to see you guess at 😜
Appleton, I grew up in the Catskills. They’re in the hard drive.
Several years before my husband died, he planted a row of Hosta on the back of our house which I can’t see because they’re in front of some fairly large hedges. Our neighbors are most grateful as their hosta is spared since ours is the deer salad bar. However, now that I visualize AirB&B fir ticks, I may spray the things next year.
Use PESTICIDE!!!?????? Woman, whatchootalkinaboud??? Put up a damn BATHOUSE!!
I’m a city girl. Umm. What’s a BATHOUSE?
This line was inspired: "Sure, the fawns are cute, but we all know deer are just AirBnB for ticks."
This scrivener is swooning ...
I focused in on that too and said “damn clever!” I promise to give credit, but I need to use it. Repeat it and dream about it.
Actually, two diehard liberal Democrats here in our trailer park have proudly mounted the red, white & blue outside their homes recently; I hear the flags flapping in the offshore breeze as I walk our dog. And weirdly enough, I get it. I’ve never been a flag person either way (grew up in the 60s) but the past few years I’ve gotten such a sickening feeling in my gut when I’ve seen the flag being waved or planted on clothing and for the first time I smiled, felt safe, connected when I saw it. Just like that. Something had shifted, unbidden, surprising me. That something of course was the feeling of “joy” and all that it intends that I was suddenly suffused with. Wow. What a difference a day makes.
Actually, two diehard liberal Democrats here in our trailer park have proudly mounted the red, white & blue outside their homes recently; I hear the flags flapping in the offshore breeze as I walk our dog. And weirdly enough, I get it. I’ve never been a flag person either way (grew up in the 60s) but the past few years I’ve gotten such a sickening feeling in my gut when I’ve seen the flag being waved or planted on clothing and for the first time I smiled, felt safe, connected when I saw it. Just like that. Something had shifted, unbidden, surprising me. That something of course was the feeling of “joy” and all that it intends that I was suddenly suffused with. Wow. What a difference a day makes.
"Though you should know that one hour of deer stalking in the Catskills equals three hours of Spin." Thank goodness for that!
I was going to buy a cat themed t-shirt for my volunteer hours at the local K'la HQ, but maybe a camo hat?? Who woulda' thunk?