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River floating + weed is a great day
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barbietrailerpark · 1 year
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my mother’s flower bed
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xoxo-bunnydumpling · 2 years
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We were planning on being fancy but there was a BBQ shack on the way to the sushi place and we got lured in. We are both entirely overdressed, sitting outside at a picnic table adorned with Christmas lights. His button-up comes off and he's all set to get sauce all over his white undershirt.
"That's why I have no white clothes." It's 100% fact, I don't even own a white bra.
"Barbeque sauce, specifically?"
"Yeah. Never know when you're gonna need to stop and eat ribs."
I'm really going for these ribs tho. The good thing about being married is that it's past time to care about decorum. It's already legal, he's already been divorced once...he's not leaving because I got Sweet Baby Ray's on my earlobe.
He braces himself, nearly stuffed already but continuing to plow through a mountain of brisket. "Man...I'm getting the meat sweats. We might end up too full to fool around tonight."
"We've got the rest of our lives."
"Mmhmm."
We have an amalgam of things in front of us. We never know what we want and like to try everything. I know I bitch about the south but I don't know any other region in this country that will give you half a loaf of white bread with your BBQ...and like, 8 different sauces. I'm reminded of just how white my husband is when he sweats through a quarter of a hot link, declaring it "holy shit hot".
"Taco trucks in Cali would murder you."
He smiles as much as he can with his mouth full, and after swallowing tells me he'd still like to find out.
My grandparents are moving here, from California, and being old folks, need some help packing up their house and trucking all their stuff here. They've never met Eli before, so they didn't ask him to help, but when he talked my grandpa through setting up his webcam to video chat and also taught him how Skype works, he was excited to be able to see them and talk to them. The first Skype call we had with them, he BEGGED them to let him help them move.
"You see these biceps? They were made for moving furniture. I LIKE lifting stuff. Please?"
The plans are tentative. We both forgot about my surgery. Shouldn't conflict, but it might. Honestly, after my grandparents are here I have no reason to ever go back...so I'd like to show Eli around the place where I had the most normal portion of my life. I need to walk him through the desert at midnight, listening for the coyotes and mountain lions, have him smell the combination of dust and dairy that's strong enough to haunt my dreams. I'd just like him to know where I'm from.
"Have you thought any more about going up to Minnesota for Thanksgiving? Jeremy said it's your year, so we can take Red. He's gotta see Paul Bunyan and Babe, just has to."
He jostles me out of a daydream about cacti and drought and I realize we've never been to where he grew up either.
"I'd love to. You'll show me all your old haunts?"
"Of course, I've been wanting to take you both up there basically since we met. Shelby didn't like to travel so...I haven't been in a long time. Fair warning though..."
Oh, this should be good. "Okayyyy?"
"Mama WILL make you learn how to make the traditional Jewish brisket. If you're very strongly in the turkey only camp, you might be disappointed."
"You know what? Fuck turkey."
He raises his glass bottle of Cheerwine (I feel very strongly the people who own this place are not from this state. I've only ever seen Cheerwine in Georgia and North Carolina) for a toast. "Fuck turkey, indeed."
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The Devil’s House Pets
The Devil’s House Pets #Blog #Blogger #Blogging #Humor #Humidity #Heat #HeatandHumidity #SoutherSummers #Mosquitoes #BitingInsects #Noah #TheGreatFlood #Gilgamesh
“If you don’t think a small act can make a difference, try going to sleep with a mosquito in the room.” Julie Foudy Source: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/167196204888780155/ I have trouble believing the story of the Great Flood and Noah’s Ark…wait, there is geological evidence of a flood in the Middle East around 2900 BCE, so the story of the flood is probably true although I doubt it was…
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sincerelytennessee · 1 month
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mother-lee · 2 years
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cr. briscoe park
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americanhell · 8 months
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ickyblades · 1 month
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not meant for this heat
sincerely,
summer lover, august girl
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barbietrailerpark · 1 year
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Teenagers foolishly
Dreaming of forever
Broken pinky promises
Phantoms passing in hallways
Lost chapstick
Newspaper clippings
Back roads
And day drinking
Mid June
Fresh strawberries
Hotel rooms
In distant towns
Sharing blood
Spilling guts
Rabid dogs
Don’t know when to stop
Honey blonde
Out in the sun
Cream Soda
Cut my ankle up
Down at the creek
Empty pocket fun
I would never starve you
‘Cause Judas ate too.
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sunbleachedfl1es · 9 months
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xoxo-bunnydumpling · 2 years
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Late night grilling with Chef Kimo (so happy to have him, haven't seen him in a while) and he says to me: "I'm not saying divorce him, but ya mans just put eggs in the potato salad."
"He's WHITE."
"That excuse don't work with me anymore. It's been hundreds of years, y'all gotta learn to be better sometime."
I liked the potato salad, but he has a point.
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“Lawd Have Mercy…I’m Gonna Melt"
“Lawd Have Mercy…I’m Gonna Melt" #Blog #Blogger #Blogging #Humor #Summers #SouthernSummers #SummerHeat #Heat #Humidity #HeatCastration #CatonaHotTinRoof
“By July, a damp Southern heat had settled down on the town like warm sweet syrup.” ― Marti Healy Lawd, it is July early, just a few days past the Fourth, and it is already hotter than new asphalt laid down in August. It’s a still heat…nay it is stagnant. It hangs like a heavy curtain. I imagine being wrapped in a wet, wool blanket and forced to sit in a sauna. I just took a shower after an…
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lone-nyctophile · 1 year
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The spiritual satisfaction I get when the weather is gloomy, windy, and dark.
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powerlineprincess · 11 months
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This morning♡
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fatherjohnrainy · 4 months
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wrong turn
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