Ella Girl with the Strawberry Curls

When I was pregnant, I kept telling my mom that my baby would have red hair. She told me that if she did we'd have to leave her at the hospital.
I think my mom endured years of torture over her red hair. I love red hair and I'm glad Ella inherited it. Let's hope she inherited her good heart also.
So Mom, can we keep her?

Mechanical Bull Rider

Today as we were driving along in Rico's new Caddy, he turns to me and says, "If there was ever anything in this world I was ever good at, it was mechanical bull riding. When I walked into the Sawmill everyone knew I was there to ride the bull."
Y'all can imagine the look on my face. It couldn't have got any stranger than if I had woke up one morning and discover I had grown a penis.
Mind you, Rico is manly. He hunts, shoots rifles and pistols, occasionally dips tobacco and spits...but mechanical bull riding? Is that even manly?
If he had told me he'd once been a real bull rider and lost his two front teeth, my heart would have swelled with pride...but mechanical bull riding? Isn't that something that drunk blond girls do? (Not that I know anything about that sort of subject.)
I asked him about this famous time period of his life and he informed me that it was during college. I told him I was unaware of his celebratory status and that I was sorry that I missed all the...you know...all the mechanical bull riding paparazzi.
So for all you gals out there...eat your heart out...I'm married to a MECHANICAL BULL RIDING HOTTIE who wears golf shirts and writes with a fountain pen.

Coming Soon!

Keep an eye out for my new website www.southernfriedmomma.com. It should be up and running next week. When it's up, I'll put a redirect on this site.
We will celebrate with some cool giveaways like a trip to Turtle Island in Fiji...or maybe just some cool stuff off of Etsy.com.
Anyhoo...stay tuned!

If My Mind Was This Serene...

I tried to meditate tonight. I sat in a quiet place and let my mind get still. I choose a phrase to repeat over and over. I concentrated on my breathing. Then the phone rang. It was the Fraternal Order of Police wanting a donation.
O.K. Back to task...where was I? Oh, yeah...meditating. Breathe in...breathe out...
"Mom, can I have some more pizza?"
"Yes, Rachel..I'm trying to meditate."
"You're what?" Rachel yells.
"I'M MEDITATING!"
"What's medicating?"
"MEDITATING!!!!"
Never mind....medicating would probably be a better idea.

Bad To the Bone

I can't help but look at this picture and see Ella as a linebacker. She went to her first pool party this weekend with a bunch of other kids her age and she was a giant. All the other little girls were dainty and petite. Ella was like a bull in a china shop.
This picture says it all..."Fat Bottom Girls make the Rockin' World Go Round!"

Contemplating

Rachel,
What are you contemplating? What is running through your mind as I snap this picture?
Are you thinking of how you can talk me into bidding on those toys you want on Ebay? Or are you anxiously awaiting Matt to arrive at the cookout?
Maybe your just daydreaming of what you'll be when you grow up?
Hopefully you'll outgrow the dream of working at McDonald's.
Maybe you're just singing a song in your head and being happy.
That's all I really want you to be is happy.
Love,
Momma

A True Friend

How do you measure a true friend? When she will color your hair and do your nails when she's 4 cm dilated with her second child. I told her my voodoo doll of her had duct tape over her woo-hoo and that baby wouldn't come out until my roots were done.
I took the duct tape off...you can have the baby now!