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RebelDDS
(65.15.103.195) on 9/5/2008 - 10:58 a.m. says: ( 30 views
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"HEY Little Timmy Trojan...Up here."
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Just saw your response to my post a couple of days ago, concerning our little holiday outing to the petting zoo.
Since it is about to scroll off Page 1, I thought I would respond in a new thread.
To answer your question, after our morning at the petting zoo, we stopped in for BBQ. That's right...just picture 2 little blonde headed girls gnawing the rib bones of some innocent little pig. Before you ask, yes we teach them to use forks and knives down here, but if you are going to pig out on some good ole hickory smoked pig, you just need to wade right in. If you don't have BBQ sauce on your ear lobes when you are done, it just wasn't good BBQ.
As for our other eating habits, we eat steak at our house. If there's not bloody juice on the serving platter, then my kids know it is over cooked. Not only do we eat steak, we raise our own. When BabyDDS was 3, she asked her Papaw if they could have steak for supper. He responded that they didn't have any. She told him to go outside and shoot her a steak. (And this is the kid who names the calves when they are born. Nothing like eating a rib-eye with whom you were on a first name basis.)
Speaking of shooting, I guess you think that's awful, too. Both my girls have been learning gun safety since they were old enough to walk around the house. Right up there with "Don't touch the stove" is "Don't touch the gun cabinet" and we have expanded on that as they have gotten older. BabyDDS has shot a .22, but doesn't care for it. LilDDS (11) is a pretty good target shooter, but has no interest in hunting. She'll go out in the woods with my Dad, but she takes a camera instead of a gun. Honestly, I think it's because Papaw makes her tote her own gear and the rifle gets heavy. She will sit on the bank of a pond and shoot turtles with me though, so I don't guess she's too squeamish about shooting little animals. She also has helped field dress a deer--nope...you explain where that fine tenderloin comes from and suddenly Bambi looks like some tick infested rodent with long legs. We're doing the countryside a favor by thinning the population.
How else can I possibly offend your West Coast sensibilities?
Let's see. Back to that teaching gun safety thing. You know how we enforce that education? Corporal punishment! That's right. Given a strong enough offense, I punish my kids by whaling the tar out of them. It just seems to me that a red rear end is better than a blown off head. But hey, that's just me. I've also spanked my kids for running away from me in a crowd, lying, and just plain pissing me off.
I drive an SUV that gets #badword#ty gas mileage. I wear leather. I'd wear a fur coat, but it seems silly to invest that much money in a coat you can't wear but a couple of times a year in Mississippi. I drink beer. I don't actually care for NASCAR, but if you don't like it, it can't be all that bad. I listen to country music and think Toby Keith is the bomb.
Oh yeah...I have no patience whatsoever for panty-waisted frou-frou men who think they are more enlightened than me.
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