tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post7611967683568546466..comments2007-07-10T09:00:48.258-05:00Redneck Divahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13506685036989431733noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-24030206839963658232007-07-10T09:00:00.000-05:002007-07-10T09:00:00.000-05:00The woman at the video shop said to me, "Now, you go buy a box of tissues to watch The Notebook ok". I was like, :Yeahhh riiiiight". Well, she WAS right!!Cazzie!!!http://www.blogger.com/profile/13856029137337148466noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-56207473331782196482007-07-10T08:25:00.000-05:002007-07-10T08:25:00.000-05:00I am NOT watching the Notebook...I cried during Sweet Home Alabama (for the hundreth time) when she was in the dog cemetary talking to Bear......I'm pathetic I know it, no need to point and laugh. <BR/><BR/>P.S. Free Cheese is now available again, along with fresh produce. We shall all live now!MrsCoach2Uhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00411157529359394902noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-61999189600849217542007-07-09T23:09:00.000-05:002007-07-09T23:09:00.000-05:00I'm a cry-er too. <BR/><BR/>Getting drunk and proposed to is better than getting mad and scaring him into it.<BR/><BR/>The great thing about Talladega Nights is that they're making fun of NASCAR. There were some irritated rednecks in the theatre that night, I tell ya. TH and I were laughing our balls off. Not that we're not rednecks, cause we are, but NASCAR people are a special type of redneck.Mean Teacherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01807707012305893563noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-12403632975259551862007-07-09T18:38:00.000-05:002007-07-09T18:38:00.000-05:00Whew! Finally caught up. I am not watching The Notebook. I don't need no damn sappy-assed movie to make me cry like a baby. I do it plenty good all on my own.Samhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06066499436533594138noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-6110207330102876332007-07-09T15:13:00.000-05:002007-07-09T15:13:00.000-05:00My mom is very thankful to you for the rent house. They are getting very hard to come by right now, and the renters are very thankful!!! :)<BR/><BR/>Good luck on the job!Shannonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05065628316554507450noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-79486278945787722932007-07-09T00:24:00.000-05:002007-07-09T00:24:00.000-05:00Okay, now let's get one thing straight; you can call us Baptists many things, but we are not damned!<BR/>I'm counting on that!!! <BR/><BR/>So call us dumbass Baptist, gossip mongering Baptist, or annoying as Hell Baptist, but we are not damn Baptist. We need to and must ask for forgiveness daily, hourly, by the minute or on some occasions every few seconds. Bitchin' Baptist might work better because of the alliteration and it is an apt description.<BR/><BR/>Hope you get out soon. If we don't have to stay at home, we love to stay at home. When we can't leave, we go stir crazy. <BR/><BR/>Good luck on the job.Mrs. Ehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00954640693567531929noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11314587.post-37003144786889121522007-07-09T00:20:00.000-05:002007-07-09T00:20:00.000-05:00Is this the part when all the men are supposed to chime in and talk about how we cry at the end of The Dirty Dozen?<BR/>*sniff* Poor Jefferson...Stewed Hammhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02289256821313634861noreply@blogger.com