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Check out our new Redneck Blog:
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Howdy Rednecks,
This just in - The
following is a Bud commercial that will give you a great
laugh.
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Mental Regression, Or Are These Folks
Just Rednecks?
By Carla Sperber
I always thought that when you get
older you get wiser. To me, that seemed like the one consolation to
getting older. The one golden egg amongst all the many bad eggs in the
“old age” basket that could possibly encourage a person forge ahead
and accept the aging process.
As
I watch my in-laws, I am continuously taunted by the possibility
that I may be dreadfully wrong!
It seems the more I observe their daily choices and routine, listen to
their conversations, and hear of their problem solving abilities, the
more I am loosing my last shreds of hope that great intelligence based
on a lifetime of experience is the golden reward of old age. Let me
tell a little tale to expound on this possible theory.
My mother-in-law recently underwent a
tendon attachment surgery in her foot, where-by she is simply required
to keep her weight off the injured foot for a period of time to allow
it to heal, (much like you would do for a foot break or strain.) She
was given plenty of advance warning of the surgery so that she had
plenty of time to PRACTICE using crutches. Instead of doing so, she
chose to use a wheel chair for her entire healing process; crutches
take too much effort. However, wheel chairs do not work well on
carpet. To solve this dilemma, my father-in-law laid down SBC boards
over the carpet in their entire house. A strange solution, and seems
much more difficult than encouraging the wife to use crutches.
As
long as I have known my mother-in-law, she has relished the ACT of
sitting, plopping, or curling up in a chair or couch in a room that is
much too warm. It is her favorite thing to do in life, her hobby. She
should have been a cat. Anyway, now (despite the quick healing, and
the absence of pain in the operated foot) she remains in a wheel
chair, or firmly glued to the couch. I get the feeling that she is
more than delighted to have a Doctor’s excuse to do her favorite
thing, to sit! And for the first time in her life she seems pleased
that she doesn’t have to justify it.
The whole problem with what she is
doing (aside from laziness not being good for her physical health) is
that my father-in-law is not exactly......shall I say, the best
decision maker in the household without her constant supervision.
This story unfolds a few weeks after
the foot surgery takes place. My in-law’s septic system backs up to
the point that the sinks and tub will not drain and their only toilet
will not flush. Not looking like a good scenario with an elective
invalid in the house? Now, the use of water, and a toilet is
absolutely paramount in my book. If I did not know what the problem
was, there wouldn’t have been a second’s delay in calling a septic
system professional to take care of my problem immediately! But
instead my 72 year old father-in-law (with NO septic system
experience, but much life experience) decides to solve the problem
himself. My mother-in-law, wheel chair/couch bound, nose in a book,
allows him to handle this task on his own.
So he goes outside, digs up the main
pipe to the toilet, gets a hose, turns the water on full blast and
sticks the hose into the main pipe to the toilet. Nobody is in the
bathroom to witness the tremendous “wave of raw crap” being promptly
and thoroughly flushed into the bathroom at high speed. It takes him
enough time to figure out that the water from the hose must be going
somewhere that he completely fills the bathroom and the hall with raw
sewer. My mother-in-law must have had her nose operated on also,
because she continues to read her book not 15 feet from the bathroom,
curled up on the couch.... ......doctors orders you know! My
father-in-law decides to shut off the hose and go see where all that
water went. Needless to say, he spent a lovely afternoon scooping
buckets of icky poo out of the bathroom, and hopefully white washing
it with disinfectant! After cleaning up a mistake like that, would you
then call a septic professional? No, not this wise man. He decides
that he will spend weeks trying to fix what ever the problem is. Mean
while, they are quite comfortable taking sponge baths, and they must
dump their kitchen water outside. They can’t use the toilet, so he
goes outside, or to the neighbor’s house, and she uses a bed pan on
the couch FOR WEEKS, and has no problem with that! I frankly think it
all fits nicely into her plans to stay immobile on the couch as much
as possible.
Weeks later, my father-in-law figures
out how to get the toilet to flush but the tub still will not drain,
so taking sponge baths remains the order of the day.
Please tell me, is this kind of mental
regression the reward of old age? I am just so glad that we have not
visited them since this all happened. I will continue to extend the
distance between us until they at least both get a proper shower. Ugh! |
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Ranger's Rednecks Checklist:
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The following list is to check to see if you qualify as a "Ranger Reckneck". If you say yes to 90 percent of the list below. You can be a Ranger Redneck Member!
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- Your richest relative buys a new house and calls you up to help him take the wheels off.
- You sit on your roof at Christmas time hoping to fill your deer quota.
- Your lifetime goal is to own a fireworks stand.
- You know how many bales of hay your car will hold.
- You've ever been involved in a custody fight over a hunting dog.
- You've ever been kicked out of the zoo for heckling the monkeys.
- You keep a can of Raid on the kitchen table.
- You come back from the dump with more than you took.
- You have the local taxidermist on speed dial.
- You think the Nutcracker is something you did off the high dive.
- You burn your yard rather than mow it.
- Your boat has not left the driveway in 15 years.
- You can entertain yourself for more than an hour with a fly swatter.
- You take your dog for a walk and you both use the same tree.
- If your go to Hallmark to but a network card for your computer.
- You only help organizations that invite you to their potlucks
- You go hunting, hoping you do not shoot a Deer, knowing how much work is involved.
- You expose you kids to the great outdoors so you can justify buying them cheap cotton clothes for school.
- You live on a dirt road to explain to people why you never wash your truck.
- Pizza is your only source of food.
- You wear a hat to avoid combing your hair, or you just ain't got any.
- You constantly barter for everything possible.
- You friends never wear nice clothes to your house since your dogs attack them with dog fur.
- You cat eats at the table.
- Hot tubing is always quality time.
- Your bellyboat is your best friend.
- Road Kill is always a source of Fly Tying material.
- You either have animal, outdoor pictures or dead animals on every wall of your house.
- Your friends really notice you when you dress up.
- Your best investment is your camping trailer.
- Coffee is a necessity.
- Candy in the house is a must.
- Christmas is always a good excuse for more outdoor toys.
- All your friends feel burping in your house is okay.
- You avoid property that has a lot of grass to cut.
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I really love my dogs. We have three of them
on five acres. Two of them are Golden Retrievers, and one is a
Chocolate Lab. It’s great to come home after a bad day and find
them ready to play. They do not care about money, weather or
personal problems. They just are glad to see you.
But I really need some advise about their
little problem. Yes, I am going to address it, “GAS Problems”. I
always seems to be at the time we have company, or when we are
trying to eat dinner. We wish we could blame it on each other,
but nobody can create a vapor like that. I swear they are killing
our plants. Now I know why our company always what to visit on
the outside porch.
And of course, they get to sleep in our
bedroom, and sometimes I walk in that room and I am pretty sure a
cow died in there. It’s pretty hard to sleep with a pillow over
your head hoping it filters the dangerous cloud. Sometimes I
think the dogs are having a competition. Yet, I still love those
tooting varmints.
I keep looking at the store for some magic
dog food, or treat that make them smell like roses, but no one
seems to have the cure. Bet someone could make some great money
with a dog product called “Fluffs So Sweet”. That would make our
house smell like a candle shop.
Anyway, I am still thankful for our loyal
pups, and the friendship they share with us, but they truly test
our loyalty to them. |
Rangerrob
ranger@rangerrob.com |
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THE NATIONAL TRANSPORTATION SAFETY BOARD RECENTLY DIVULGED IT HAD COVERTLY
FUNDED A PROJECT WITH THE US AUTO MAKERS FOR THE PAST FIVE YEARS, WHEREBY
THE AUTO MAKERS WERE INSTALLING BLACK BOXES IN FOUR-WHEEL SUV'S AND
PICK-UP'S IN A EFFORT TO DETERMINE, IN FATAL ACCIDENTS, THE CIRCUMSTANCES IN
THE LAST 15 SECONDS BEFORE THE CRASH. THEY WERE SURPRISED TO FIND IN 44 OF
THE 50 STATES THE LAST WORDS OF DRIVERS IN 61.2% OF FATAL CRASHES WERE "OH,
SHIT!"
ONLY THE STATES OF GEORGIA, INDIANA, OKLAHOMA, MISSISSIPPI, ARKANSAS,
KENTUCKY AND WEST VIRGINIA WERE DIFFERENT. HERE OVER 89.3% OF THE FINAL
WORDS WERE, "HOLD MY BEER AND WATCH THIS!" |
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Subject:
Poor Billy-Bob
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One day the sheriff sees Billy-Bob walking around town with
nothing on except his boots. The sheriff says "Billy-Bob, what the hell
are you doing walking around town dressed like that?" Billy-Bob replies
"Well, Sheriff, me and MaryLou was down on the farm and we started
a-cuddlin." Mary-Lou said we should go in the barn and we did. Inside the
barn we started a kissing and a-cuddlin' some more and things got
pretty hot and heavy. Well, then MaryLou took off all her clothes and said
that I should do the same. So, I took off all my clothes except my
boots. Then MaryLou lay herself on the hay and said, "Okay Billy-Bob, let's
go to town!'... "I guess I'm the first one here."
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Click here
- to download a very funny little Windows Media clip - Only 380kb - Enjoy!
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