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Originally posted on James Michael Sama:

I’ve been challenged. Each article I write about how men should act, I am challenged by those who call it “wildly sexist” and tell me that I would be obliterated by society if I were to write something similar about women.

Challenge accepted.

As a man, I write from the male perspective. This is why I typically write how I feel that men should act, because they are standards that I have chosen to hold myself to. But of course, I am equally aware that the modern-day female is much different than those in the past and some men question if they are “worthy” of the respect and chivalrous acts which I encourage.

I feel that every person should be respected as a human being, but certain popular trends make me curious about how our future generations will be raised.

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They call themselves a “bad bitch.”

I can’t stand this…

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The New And Improved


I am excited to announce that my blog has had a facelift! I would love for you to come on over, take a look and tell me what you think! Not everything has change…so don’t freak out on me….it’s basically just the look that has changed, that, and it’s easier to navigate. I’m pretty proud of it and excited to see it grow more and more.

Don’t worry, I will still post my favorite recipes, crazy stories about my life, inspirational thoughts and whatever else pops into my head!

For those of you who have subscribed to e-mail updates, you should still receive them, if for some reason you do not, please re-subscribe so not to miss out on future posts. If you haven’t subscribed and would like to do so, you may subscribe on my new site at http://www.tonyarohr.com.

So to recap….

-My new site is http://www.tonyarohr.com, if you have this “old” site bookmarked, you will need to bookmark the new one.

-this site will continue to be up and running until march 5th. After that date, this site will be closed.

-same content, same fun, same life altering content….NEW LOOK!

-please subscribe for updates

-drop me a line and let me know how you like it!

-Don’t forget to tell your friends and share the laughter.

I can’t wait to see you at http://www.tonyarohr.com….I would have made this a link for you to just click on, but I don’t know how ;-)

A Little Pep Talk


Philippians 4:6-8 is my GO TO passage of scripture. When my mind is feeling overwhelmed and NOTHING makes sense, or if I can’t pull myself out of a negative thinking mode….this verse is like a warm blanket to my soul. The Lord woke me from a dead sleep when I was just a young girl and gave me this portion of scripture to live by….I had never even read it before, so when I staggered out of bed to look up this mysterous scripture, I was pleased to find such a comforting passage. Little did I know, at that simple time in my life, that I would go to this safe place in Gods word, hundreds of times.

Once again, this morning, I found myself reading Philippians 4:6-8 one more time. When I read it, I imagine God himself speaking to me in my everyday, easy to understand vernacular. Kind of like this…

Ok girl, you gotta stop worrying about everything! Stop fretting over every little thing that crosses your path. Instead, why don’t you just give thanks for all the good stuff in your life, and there’s plenty! Like your family, a roof over your head….a lot of people don’t have that ya know, your beautiful healthy family, awesome friends, a steady income, and most of all….knowing that you have Me, the creator of the Universe on your side! I mean, if I am for you….who can be against you…right? Now, tell me what’s on your heart. What do you desire? What are yor needs? What are your fears? Give Me your worries and your fears and I will, in return, flood you with My peace. It’s the kind of peace that is hard to describe and is puzzling to most, but it is real and powerful just the same. With that indescribable peace, I will protect your heart and your mind from the worry this old world can bring.

Now, GET UP and stop your fretting and worrying! Instead, replace those negative thoughts with good thoughts, happy thoughts, positive thoughts like…things that are true and pure Things that are noble and right. Things that are lovely and admirable.

Tonya, is there anything good in your life? Anything excellent? Is there anything praiseworthy at all? If there is, then think on these things! Trust me, if you do this, I will pour My peace on you and it will be with you…always. Now chillax sister!

I Love you, God.

Thought you (my readers) could use this word too! Love you all. Now go and have a worry free day!


For weeks Cassady had been complaining about her stomach. It was hurting. It was gurgling. It was churning. She went from, not being able to go to the bathroom one day to, can’t stop going to the bathroom the next. Every day it was something different….she was miserable and so was I just listening to her!

Finally, after doing some Internet searching and talking to friends, I concluded that we needed to make a visit to the doctor. My kids rarely have to go to the doctor…they’re never sick, thank goodness. Typically, we have to visit the doctor for broken bones or busted heads….not from being sick.

I made the appointment with our pediatrician. She had seen all four of my kids over the years, for one thing or another, so Cassady felt comfortable explaining to her the crazy symptoms she had been having….

maybe a little too comfortable!

The nurse came to the waiting room and called our name, Cassady and I gathered our things and made our way to the first available room. The nurse took her blood pressure, weighed her and then asked the usual questions….and of course Cassady was all to happy to tell her anything and everything. When the nurse left, I encouraged Cassady to answer all of the doctors questions completely but to get to the point….basically I wanted her to get to the point without a twenty minute explanation (which she tends to do).

When the doctor came in, she recognized Cassady immediately and asked how we had been doing (I told you it had been a long time since we had been to see her). We chatted for a few minutes and then she began to enquire as to what we were in for. After Cassady gave her the highlights she began to ask more detailed questions like…

How long has this been going on?

When do the symptoms occur?

How often?

Is it worse after you eat?

Between 1 and 10 how bad is the pain?

The doctor continued to ask more questions, then suddenly her questions became very specific in nature (I’ll spare you the details). I could tell Cassady was beginning to struggle with her explanations of exactly what was going on with her body…..I mean, it’s hard enough talking to a doctor as an adult…but as a 14 year old girl…she was beginning to struggle trying to find the right words to explain her situation.

{here’s the redneck part}

All of a sudden, in Cassady’s frustration, she threw her hands up in the air, as if to give an illustration, and said, “ok, you know what it’s like when you’re skinning a squirrel?

Whaaa?

From that point on, everything is a blur…..all I can remember is seeing her hands in the air and I can only remember two words…

Skinned and squirrel.

I’m sure I was in shock. My mouth hung open. My eyes were wide and fixed. My heart was pounding out of my chest. Then I felt it….the heat, working it’s way up my neck and over my face. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My daughter, whom I tried to raise the best I could, was explaining her innards while using the analogy of a skinned squirrel!

Please say it ain’t so!

I seriously heard nothing else…..just skinned and squirrel. When I came out of my shock induced coma….I immediately threw my head between my knees and broke out into a Hee Haw belly laugh! What else was I gonna do, right?? The damage was done! The secret was out. The doctor now knows, that we go out in the woods, kill squirrels, skin them and eat them for supper. She now knows that we’re a bunch of rednecks (well, they are, I’m not!).

When I finally gathered myself and regained my composure, I hesitantly looked up at the doctor to get her reaction. Let me just say, she was a real pro! She never laughed or even cracked a smile, she never raised an eyebrow or gasped in shock. She sat right there and listened intently to everything Cassady had to say.

A soon as Cassady was finished with her gruesome, squirrel skinning story, the doctor sent her down the hall for some tests. As Cassady walked out of sight, the doctor looked at me and said with great passion, “I just love that kid!” I smiled and said, “well, what you see is what you get! I just can’t believe she talked about skinning a squirrel” “That’s ok”, she said, “I was raised in Arkansas, I’m used to it, besides, it helped me to know exactly what she was talking about”.

What an awesome doctor!

What an awesome kid!

What an awesome, redneck family!

What an awesome life!

Thank you Lord.

The end.


One of the things in life I find myself worrying about the most (borderline obsessing) is what to write about. Every time I feel inspired to write about something, my mind has to go through this long drawn out guessing game. Back and forth and back and forth….do I write about this or do I write about that??…. It’s absolutely exhausting!

This is no ones fault but my own. As a matter of fact you, my readers, have gone far and above my wildest dreams in the area of support. Every single comment has been positive and encouraging…..prodding me to keep writing, so for me to labor so much over what to write is really unfounded…..other than I think you deserve the best ;-)

So, from this point on (fingers crossed) I’m gonna do my dead level best to write what’s in my heart and on my mind, and stop worrying who will like it and who won’t.

Also, just so you know, I have total support from my husband and children when it comes to writing about the funny stories that have them in it. (if they don’t ok it, I don’t write it) I’m so proud of my kids, all four of them, because they have learned to laugh at life and themselves! As a matter of fact, when something funny happens to them or in our family, they usually beat me to it and say, “Momma, you need to write about that!” (you won’t want to miss my next story!)

Thanks guys for being so supportive and for giving me such good material ;-)

Thanks babe for being such a good sport and for being so….well….wonderful!

Thanks readers for letting me get this off my chest and thank you for reading. You’re the best!

Ok, I feel better now.

A Man And His Cat


It’s a mystery.

Puzzling.

Odd.

What is it about Devin that is so appealing to Tater Tot?

Devin says it’s because he’s warm and fluffy. (Devin, not the cat)

I say it’s because Devin doesn’t do anything. He doesn’t move, or laugh, or talk or anything else for that matter. He’s like her own personal, private island where she can just get away and relax without being bothered or harrassed by anything or anybody.

Whether he likes it or not, he is a man with a cat ;-)

Chicken Coop Day #1


In my last post I told you about my life long dream of having chickens. This is something I have wanted for years but was always turned down flat by Mr. Wonderful….until Christmas. He surprised me on Christmas eve with a book about raising chickens and a promise that we would be getting chickens in the spring. He knew nothing would please me more.

Unfortunately, many things need to take place before we can have chickens. First and foremost, a primary caregiver must be established. I just assumed, when it’s pretty outside, I would go out to feed and water the chickens. Then on the really cold or wet days, Mr. wonderful would step in…..I mean….that IS why I call him Mr. Wonderful, right?

Wrong.

As we were walking across the property one afternoon to get started on chicken coop day #1, Devin said, “ok, the first thing we need to establish is, who’s gonna take care of these chickens?” I paused for a moment to think about his question, before I could even process the question and open my mouth to answer, he chuckled and said, “I know the answer to this”, When I turned to look at him, all I could see was his big, hairy, obnoxious finger pointing at me right between the eyes…..it was backed up by a big grin. “You are”, he said, “these are YOUR chickens and YOU are gonna be the one to take care of them.

Once the “chicken master” had been established, it was time to determine the best place for the coop. After much discussion and a little disagreement….or was it little discussion and much disagreement? Anyway, we finally agreed on an old, pre existing shed over at grannies place.

The shed is probably 65-70 years old and full of stuff, mostly junk but as they say, one man’s junk is another mans treasure.

Walking in to this little shack was like stepping back in time. It was full of old jars and bottles…

And chain. Lots of chain.

Every style, size and length you can imagine. All organized according to size and length…each in their own tin can. So, if any of you are in need of six inches of big, tractor pullin’ chain, I can probably hook you up.

Nuts and bolts anyone? We’ve got plenty.

Here’s something interesting. We found an old bottle of wine hidden between two canvas tarps….who ever hid it there did a pretty good job….from the looks of things, it had been there for a long time.

Here’s a picture of Molly’s old collar. Molly was Devin’s prize winning coon dog. He sold her (along with his truck) to buy my wedding ring set. I knew nothing of this until much later in our marriage….what a sacrifice….he truly is wonderful!

My favorite find though, had to be this small bottle of sand I found sitting on a shelf. When I picked it up and shook the sand around, a small piece of paper was revealed inside. The curiosity was killing me so I opened it up and fished the little piece of paper out.

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