Hillbilly Mansion

A 20-acre utopia smack dab in the middle of Hillmomba, where Hillbilly Mom posts her cold-hearted opinions, petty grievances, and self-proclaimed wisdom in spite of being a technology simpleton.

Sunday, July 2, 2017

He's A Celebrity, Get Him Out Of Here

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Everybody knows one. Some people, like Mrs. Hillbilly Mom, know two. Uh huh. Don't be giving me the stinkeye with your envy-green peeper...
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Saturday, July 1, 2017

The $5,750 Phone Call

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I am not well-versed in the meaning of IRONY. In fact, I used to consult my resident couch academian, The Pony, before he left me high and d...
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Friday, June 30, 2017

Who Ya Gonna Call? EAR Busters!

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I'm pretty sure I am single-handedly perpetuating  telephone scam opportunists. Not purposely, of course. I don't answer just so I c...
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Thursday, June 29, 2017

Man-Lining At The Devil's Playground

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Today we take a break from product reviews, and review the people buying the product. Monday, I went to The Devil's Playground over i...
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Wednesday, June 28, 2017

I Came Undone Faster Than A Flimsy Cellophane Wrapper

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Just when I thought PEEPS would be my undoing, and refused to pass down that aisle in the store for a couple of months, to avoid temptation....
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Tuesday, June 27, 2017

I'm Not Exactly Turning Pinwheels With Excitement

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This is not really a product review blog. You may THINK so over the next few days. But it's not. No siree, Bob! It's more of a compl...
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Monday, June 26, 2017

Mrs. Hillbilly Mom Solves The Clues: The Case Of Surburban Noise Pollution

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Today I stopped by Orb K, because THE GAS STATION CHICKEN STORE IS OUT OF DIET COKE!!! Yes! Sound the alarms! Get some assistance on the way...
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I am old, and have 2 young kids and an old husband. My days are pretty full just annoying them.
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