Friday, November 7, 2014

We're Not All That Keen On Competing

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Mrs. Hillbilly Mom is tired tonight, my friends. Tired. Like a marathoner named Jean-Paul trying to awake in time to make it to the starting...
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Thursday, November 6, 2014

Extremes. Like A Black And White Cookie. And We Know How THAT Ended.

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Feast or famine. Flood or drought. There is no predicting the winds of adolescence. Only yesterday, I had to chain my textbooks to the des...
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Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Like Jackals On A Wildebeest, OR, A Textbook Ain’t Safe In A Room Full Of Freshmen

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A curious thing happened on the way to my hall duty. Or on the way back. You’d think I could figure it out. That’s only a four-minute t...
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Tuesday, November 4, 2014

When is a Door Not a Door? When It’s a Festering Thorn in Mrs. Hillbilly Mom’s Side!

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Sorry if you were looking for a jokey riddle. That's the best I've got. Let’s see what’s stuck in Mrs. Hillbilly Mom’s craw...
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Monday, November 3, 2014

I Daresay The Widget Factory Would Be Warmer

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Sweet Gummi Mary! The hallowed halls of Newmentia were exceptionally frigid this morning. And we were an hour later getting there! My clas...
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Sunday, November 2, 2014

I Hope I Can Weather This Adolescent Storm

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Hillmomba dipped below freezing last night. The front field was covered with frost when I twisted open the mini blinds at the front window. ...
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Saturday, November 1, 2014

0 Days Without A Workplace Accident

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Oh, dear. I fear that I have suffered a workplace injury. Quick! Call the whahhhbulance! And possibly worker's comp. It happened only ...
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