A Poem and Leavin' For Redneck Country

I cannot take credit for these marvelous words, but I totally agree with it.  Make sure you read all the way to the end.  I'm taking the day off from blogging because it's my birthday.  I am 29.  Just kidding.  I'm 33.  Everyone has told me 33 is a good year and I will be plagued with fabulous luck. I will be spending the day eating cake and doing a little as humanly possible. 

We're making our annual pilgrimage to Bristol tomorrow for the NASCAR race and I will have my computer & camera with me to record every redneck event.  Expect update through-out the weekend as I indulge in corndogs, exhaust fumes, bar-b-que and cowboys driving pick up trucks!  If you plan to be at the race, come find me!  I will have cold beer to share.

Later Lovers!

A WOMAN'S POEM:

Before I lay me down to sleep,

I pray for a man who's not a creep,

One who's handsome, smart and strong.

One who loves to listen long,

One who thinks before he speaks,

One who'll call, not wait for weeks.

I pray he's rich and self-employed,

And when I spend, won't be annoyed.

Pull out my chair and hold my hand.

Massage my feet and help me stand..

Oh send a king to make me queen.

A man who loves to cook and clean..

I pray this man will love no other.

And relish visits with my mother...

A MAN'S POEM:

I pray for a deaf-mute gymnast nymphomaniac with

big tits who owns a bar on a golf course,

and loves to send me fishing and drinking. This

doesn't rhyme and I don't give a shit..