I live in Southeastern Louisiana in a spot that I previously mistook to be a dot of bug shit on the map. Surrounded by a few thousand acres of hunting lease,on our 20 acres down miles of dirt road we are relatively sure our parish road maintenance crew has forgotten about our road or is using our road as a vehicle suspension or shock absorber quality control test site. Life is relatively quite but for the occasional hurricane and shit stirrers ever present in small town communities.

I share my residence with 3 people. One, I assume is my husband, the other two are young people who insist that they are my children. I, however, can only take their word for it because DNA testing is expensive and hard feeling would most likely be the outcome.

I am currently conducting an informal social study on quiet small town country living and it's effects on sanity. My test subjects are my husband's friends and family, and our neighbors. However, I find that the subjects were already nuts when I arrived here, so my observations will be more for entertainment than any scientific conclusions I can ascertain.

I am not under any delusions that I do anything very well, but I have fun nonetheless.

Anyway, life doesn't suck so I guess we're doing OK.