Fergus, my scottie pup, has found his idol: Go Flash!
Friday, January 29, 2010
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Goat Roper Recipe
Mix together: one small girl, one large horse, one rope, one pig'n string, and one nanny goat, gently blend, fold in a tree for the goat to hide in, careful with the horse, twirl the rope and bring to a simmer. When finished you have a small girl with a broken wrist, a gloating goat, and a spooked horse all wrapped in string.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Give it up!
That wonderful blogger English Mum has asked us all to help out the people of Haiti. Please give what you can:
http://www.justgiving.com/Bloggers-For-Haiti
or http://www.shelterboxusa.org/
http://www.justgiving.com/Bloggers-For-Haiti
or http://www.shelterboxusa.org/
Saturday, January 2, 2010
FUR FLYING
While in the process of cleaning out closets in the big house at my MIL's many years ago we happened on the fur coats. She hadn't worn them in years, and she was putting them in the thrift store box. Oh, I fell in love with one, it was a beautiful three quarter length mink, and fit me perfectly. "Take that ol thing if you want it," says she. Trying to act like it was no big deal, I quickly put it back in it's special bag and hussled it out to my pickup.
Now I lived on the family cattle ranch in the middle of nowhere. Most of my time was spent with kids, cowboys, cows, horses, dogs, and barbwire. What would I be doing with a fur coat?
A call to a friend was the hatching of my Plan. I so wanted a reason to wear that coat. You see the friend had an ol fur coat she loved, lived in the middle of nowhere, & had small children. Her kids and mine went to the same private Catholic school in town (bless us Father for we didn't know any better).
Getting kids to school entailed a lot of mad dashes to town in what ever vehicle was available at o-dark-thirty in the morning. Me wearing ratty jammies, old leather slippers and trying to keep from spilling my mug of coffee. I often pulled into the parking lot with screeching tires, dogs barking, balingwire, curlers, and hay flying. My friend arrived a bit nicer but not by much. There we were met by the Other Mothers. The Other Mothers lived in town, drove polished cars, had their makeup on, and were dressed fit for a brunch at the Cliff House. They weren't very friendly to us, even though we never turned the kids or dogs loose on them.
After another morning of the Treatment by the Other Mothers, I decided that the school parking lot was to be the place I would implement the Plan. My friend was game. We would wear our fur coats to take our kids to school. We still screeched into the parking lot, with cowdogs barking, hay flying, messy hair, and ratty jammies, but also wearing our glorious fur coats. We kept it up til the weather got too warm to wear our furs. The Other Mothers never did take a liking to us, but we had a great time, and our kids thought we were the classiest moms ever.
Now I lived on the family cattle ranch in the middle of nowhere. Most of my time was spent with kids, cowboys, cows, horses, dogs, and barbwire. What would I be doing with a fur coat?
A call to a friend was the hatching of my Plan. I so wanted a reason to wear that coat. You see the friend had an ol fur coat she loved, lived in the middle of nowhere, & had small children. Her kids and mine went to the same private Catholic school in town (bless us Father for we didn't know any better).
Getting kids to school entailed a lot of mad dashes to town in what ever vehicle was available at o-dark-thirty in the morning. Me wearing ratty jammies, old leather slippers and trying to keep from spilling my mug of coffee. I often pulled into the parking lot with screeching tires, dogs barking, balingwire, curlers, and hay flying. My friend arrived a bit nicer but not by much. There we were met by the Other Mothers. The Other Mothers lived in town, drove polished cars, had their makeup on, and were dressed fit for a brunch at the Cliff House. They weren't very friendly to us, even though we never turned the kids or dogs loose on them.
After another morning of the Treatment by the Other Mothers, I decided that the school parking lot was to be the place I would implement the Plan. My friend was game. We would wear our fur coats to take our kids to school. We still screeched into the parking lot, with cowdogs barking, hay flying, messy hair, and ratty jammies, but also wearing our glorious fur coats. We kept it up til the weather got too warm to wear our furs. The Other Mothers never did take a liking to us, but we had a great time, and our kids thought we were the classiest moms ever.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
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