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.

Monday, February 1, 2021

The Pony, Like Farmer H, Would Make A Terrible Criminal

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Good thing The Pony doesn't seem bent of a life of crime. He'd be locked up, the key thrown away, and a permanent resident of the Cr...
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Sunday, January 31, 2021

Buying A Daily 44 oz Diet Coke And Scratchers Is Almost As Hard As A Full-Time Job

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Okay. Maybe not as hard as a TEACHING job. But not a walk in the park.   I have a plan when I start to town. I know where I want to buy my s...
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Saturday, January 30, 2021

Mrs. HM, The Arbiter Of Sustenance

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Last Friday, I drove The Pony to Little Caesar's so we could pick up pizza for supper. The Pony and I eat our pizza for three days. Farm...
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Friday, January 29, 2021

The Lyin', The Queen, And The Manufactured Home

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We took the alternate route back to the highway when we left the casino on Tuesday. It's two-lane undivided curving road, with stoplight...
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Thursday, January 28, 2021

The Pony Cannot Change His Spots

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I see interesting things from my seat on the end of the marred coffee table every morning, while catching up on the innernets on my laptop H...
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Wednesday, January 27, 2021

Water, Mother Nature's Scrub Brush

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Remember that giant tree trunk that the county spent a lot of man-hours on, moving it from one side of the low water bridge to the other? Le...
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Tuesday, January 26, 2021

A Case Of 30-DAYja Vu

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Perhaps you recall the concept of MO Money Monday. The day that Missouri Lottery releases new scratcher tickets. They don't list them on...
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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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