Man, I am a horrible blogger.

For the record, my journal is chocked full of post ideas.  They just never get written.

I’ve been thinking for the past few weeks, “Man, I really need to update my blog with a freaking* recipe,” so, that is what I am going to work on today.  I’ll dig through whatever photos I have access to and post you something amazing.

*The actual language may have been more “colorful” as my mom likes to put it.

In the mean time, I leave you with a redneck rainbow:

 

I had to remind The Boy that he is already married and therefore could not ask for her number.  What is it with guys and their infatuation with chicks with guns?

**UPDATED** Turns out I don’t have any decent photos to post a recipe. This sucks.  Sorry for all the lies!

One comment

  1. Papa says:

    Who needs her number, when your mom and I go shooting… well since you are my little girl and don’t want tmi I’ll just say OMG

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