There are people trashier than me o.O

Okay, so here is a fantastic example of how to be consistently white trash and proud.  For those of you who have not had the privilege of watching this wonderful documentary courtesy of Dickhouse productions, you are really missing out on a true example of the realistic "American Dream".  These people have no regard for anyone.  True living outlaws.

I personally think I would like to party with them.  The White clan hails from Boone County, West Virginia.  Everyone has one of these in their family tree somewhere.  You know you do, I don't care if you're Bill Gates.  You've got some white trash in your blood.  The Whites proudly embrace their inane ability to be trashy 24/7. 

Allow me to divulge my inner trashiness.  I love to drink whiskey, first and foremost.  Jack, Jim, or SoCo.  Second of all, I love to put on a bikini, get on my four wheeler, and sling mud all over.  Third, I never wear shoes.  Fourth, I went deer hunting 8 months pregnant, bagged a deer, and field dressed it.  Fifth, I love David Allen Coe, Hank Williams, Merle Haggard, and Johnny Cash. 

See?  Everyone has a little white trash in them somewhere.  Leave me a comment and tell me all about your inner white trash redneck. 

XOXOXOXO

Time For Change

So with a new year comes the flood of over emotional people evaluating the last year of their life, and ultimately deciding they are worthless in one or more areas and promising to change it all with a new year.  I typically don't jump on this band wagon, but in light of the last few years I've spent in a seething depression, I've decided what the hell.  I will give this shit a try.  So, here I am.  This photo was taken on Dec. 22nd, 2012.  At that exact moment I weigh a confounding 190 lbs.  My goal is to reach 136.  Periodically I will post a photo of myself as I reach my goal.  Ironically vain of me I'm aware, but I think it may help give me that "I can't look at myself anymore" kind of motivation.  I'm a mother of 3 and a former Paramedic who has sustained a very severe back injury, so insane exercise is off the table.  My plan is to change my eating habits.  Fingers crossed that it works.  If it does, hello pot leaf bikini :-)  XOXOXO

Hi, My name is Becky, and I'm a hoarder........

So, with a new year, I've decided to get my house in order.  I got all these new shelves and plastic bins in hopes to organize some of the chaos.  I have 3 kids age 7, 5, and 3 so my house is typically destroyed.  I also own my own crochet business, so there are copious amounts of yarn strewn about my house at all times.  I don't like the chaos, but I live with it.

Anyway, as I've been cleaning, boxing, and rearranging what seems like a Mt. Everest of crap, I have discovered that I am a hoarder.  Not like those gross hoarders that think cottage cheese that has sat in a refrigerator that doesn't work for three years is still good, but more one that holds onto some ridiculous stuff.  Let's go through a list of things I've found that I hoard.

1.  Clothes.  Does anyone else do this?  I have found clothes that I haven't worn since high school that for some reason I think, "I will totally fit into and wear this again."  Am I really so deluded that I believe I will magically lose 100 lbs. of baby weight and gain a strong desire to wear an angry bunny shirt that says "I'm cute, and you're not" again?  Baby clothes is another big problem.  I am vastly aware that I am never going to have another baby.  Not because I don't want to, but because I have no ovaries.  So why, I ask, do I keep newborn clothes with the thought in mind that someday I may need them again????  It's an unknown......

2.  Paper.  I literally have every scrap of paper that my kids have EVER scribbled on in a box, as if that somehow keeps them young.  Every school paper, bandaids from their first shots, the clips from their umbilical cords, appointment cards from every doctors appointment they've ever had.........the list goes on, and believe me it's ridiculously long.  I have no idea why I can't get rid of this stuff.

3.  Dishes.  Not good dishes.  Broken, mismatched, stained up, half melted..............doesn't matter.  I always seem to think that at some point I will need them.  Every butter bowl, child's take out cup, plastic spoon.  It's very strange.

4.  Receipts.  Even if it's for a can of chicken noodle soup.  I don't throw away receipts.

What's even more strange is that I'm aware of the problem, yet have no desire to fix it.  Does anyone else have any strange hoarding habits?  Please for the love of God, tell me I'm not crazy...........

XOXOXOXO