Pegleg Starfish

First off….I’ve got to give a big shout-out to all my PLSF peeps who are still checking my rather desolate piece of the blogosphere.  And I promise to never say “Shout-out to all my peeps” ever again.  Unless of course, I magically turn into Carson Daly and start hosting TRL from the late 90’s.  And we all know that will never happen. 

The last time I posted on here I was a single girl-just out to have some fun and enjoy life.  Now I’m a taken girl-just out to have some fun.    My new man’s name is Dan.  He’s an amazing 6′ 4″ country boy-hunter-drives a big truck-drinks beer-opens doors for women-looks great in a cowboy hat-great sense of humor-help anyone-kind of guy.  I could go on and on about this guy, but we’ll save that for a different post.    Here’s a picture of him for all of you curious folks out there. 

My Man Dan

Yes, that’s a gun on his back.  It’s a big gun.  Dan taught-is teaching me about shooting and hunting and all that stuff.  But again that’s a post for another time. 

Since I’ve started dating Dan, I’ve gotten to see a lot of the Texas country side.  Which is a good thing, since I was starting to get antsy being stuck in the concrete jungle that is the inner-city of Houston.  I’m a natural country girl-so this is good stuff for my soul.  We took a road trip to Dan’s deer lease.  Basically, a deer lease is a spot of land on a cattle ranch that is leased to hunt on. 

We stopped at a gas station on our way to the Deer Lease in the small town of Who Know’s Where The H We Are to purchase a few forgotten items.  I saw the following signs that we’re misspelled.  I’m not a spelling or grammar nazi by any means-I’m sure there are a million of them in the previous 2 paragraphs.  But…I know when something is absolutely and completely wrong.  And it makes me laugh.  A lot. 

This little gas station had a jewelry case.  Ya know, in case you forgot your CZ studs or tongue rings on the trip to the ranch. 

You can get your Ear Rings for the low-low price of $4.99!  Great!

Ear Rings, I’m assuming are similar to the more commonly known earrings…but then again-we were in redneck central. 

Maybe it was the beer…or the whiskey…or the rum…but I laughed out loud when I saw this!  I had to snap a picture on my phone.  I’m sure the attendant simply thought I was admiring the sparkly goods. 

Then I turned the carousel to see what other sparklies this place specialized in…

Of course!!!  Body Jew!  For the low-low price of $4.99. 

I’m assuming that after the hour long discussion to determine the proper spelling of earrings…they just decided to avoid the trouble and abbreviate the word jewelry.  It was a redneck abbreviation that may be offensive to those of the Jewish religion, but an abbreviation none the less. 

MMmmmm…..country life.  Gotta love it! 

PLSF