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, October 6, 2025

Another Helicopter Liftoff Attempted

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When we last convened, I was concerned about The Pony's whereabouts . I'd received no communication during the trip to the city to p...
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Sunday, October 5, 2025

The Whirring Of Helicopter Blades Is Missing

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Since The Pony returned home from college in Norman, Oklahoma several years ago, my parental helicopter has been up on blocks. Sadly, you ne...
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Saturday, October 4, 2025

A Sad Notification In Hillmomba

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Farmer H called me around noon on Friday. That's rarely a good thing. Usually something has broken, and will cost money, or take up a lo...
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Friday, October 3, 2025

A River Of Red After A Stabbing

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Monday evening, Farmer H's supper was a "McRib" type of sandwich. Two, actually. I have some frozen pork patties shaped like a...
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Thursday, October 2, 2025

Farmer H, The Keymaster

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Let's face it. Mrs. HM will never have anything to call her own. She may have it in her possession, and THINK it belongs to her, but in ...
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Wednesday, October 1, 2025

Chef Pony Overcooks

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The Pony had Chinese food for supper on Monday. And probably Tuesday as well. Perhaps longer! I got a text around 7:00. "Made Chinese. ...
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Tuesday, September 30, 2025

Do-Gooding Must Be In The Blood

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The Pony is following in Farmer H's footsteps as being a do-gooder for strangers. While talking to a work friend at the post office coun...
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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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