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.

Wednesday, October 31, 2018

It's A Sad Day When I Have To Tell Farmer H To Keep His Hands Off The Sausage

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Sunday evening, Farmer H grilled some pork steaks and bratwursts. The pork steaks came in a package of three, and the bratwursts were a si...
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Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Tending Juno

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My Sweet, Sweet Juno has an ailment that I mentioned a couple days ago. I discovered her swollen ear on Saturday, after a 1-hour trip to to...
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Monday, October 29, 2018

Fall Has Fallen

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Hillmomba didn't get much of an autumn this year. We waited and waited for the trees to turn, and now it looks like they've mostly s...
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Sunday, October 28, 2018

I'm A Little Worried About My Sweet, Sweet Juno

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You remember Juno, right? Our half-lab, half border collie mutt we rescued as a tiny pup, after she was dumped out at my mom's rural hom...
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Saturday, October 27, 2018

The Fifth Son

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Thursday morning, I was just getting out of bed when the phone rang. No, it wasn't some telemarketer or electioneer calling too early. T...
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Friday, October 26, 2018

The Left Behind Olympics

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It's not like I've been in training for this event my whole life. No siree, Bob! I'm a natural. No scheduled workouts. I compete...
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Thursday, October 25, 2018

A Garbage Truck And A Highway Department Truck Pull Onto A Blacktop Road

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How's that for a joke-starter? Not quite as catchy as a blonde and a brunette walking into a bar (actually it was just the blonde, becau...
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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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