Where's the song ~~ "Don't let your daughters grow up to marry a Cowboy" ?

​​​​​​​Life is tough! Requires hard physical work, long, long days of pain, dirt, and broken fingernails.​
​Days of frigid cold & scorching heat; through the dust & mud; daybreak into the darkness of nite~~​
​the heart & body becomes toughened & weathered replicating leather!​
​A forever constant factor for a real Cowboy's Wife is tons of sweat, oceans of tears and a constant 'drought' in the wallet!​
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​​​​​​​​​IF​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ she wants to spend anytime at all with her Cowboy, she must do as he does, you become partners!​
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​​​​​​Kick off your boots, grab a cup of coffee, sit back and envision yourself in my life!​
​... It really isn't that bad! There are many rewards to be had to make it a great lifestyle! ...​ ​​​​​​​

Saturday, February 28, 2009

For those of us who aren't getting any younger...

Some of the artists of the 60's are revising their hits with new lyrics to accommodate aging baby boomers.

I got this in an email, and since I have other things going on keeping me from blogging, I thought some of you could use a giggle today too!
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They include:
Bobby Darin ---Splish, Splash, I Was Havin' a Flash.
Herman's Hermits ---Mrs. Brown, You've Got a Lovely Walker .
Ringo Starr --- I Get By With a Little Help From Depends.
The Bee Gees -- - How Can You Mend a Broken Hip..
Roberta Flack--- The First Time Ever I Forgot Your Face.
Johnny Nash --- I Can't See Clearly Now.
Paul Simon--- Fifty Ways to Lose Your Liver
The Commodores ---Once, Twice, Three Times to the Bathroom.
Marvin Gaye --- Heard It Through the Grape Nuts.
Procol Harem--- A Whiter Shade of Hair.
Leo Sayer --- You Make Me Feel Like Napping.
The Temptations --- Papa's Got a Kidney Stone.
Abba--- Denture Queen.
Tony Orlando --- Knock three Times On The Ceiling If You Hear Me Fall.
Helen Reddy --- I Am Woman, Hear Me Snore.
Leslie Gore--- It's My Procedure, and I'll Cry If I Want To.
And Last but NOT least:
Willie Nelson --- On the Commode Again

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Tongue Twisters...

...and Faerie Tales!

Do you actually care...
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"How much wood could a woodchuck chuck
if a woodchuck could chuck wood?" ?
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Some people do!
Universities have actually been studying this
Tongue Twister for an answer, for years!
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I personally, could care less...
"How much wood could a woodchuck chuck
if a woodchuck could chuck wood?"
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I DO care about Faerie Tales though!
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And I "Believe" in Faeries!
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The Tooth Faerie,
Asrai, the Water Faerie;
I believe in Faerie Food
And Tinker Bell!
...and I firmly believe in...
Faerie Tale Endings...Cowboy and I are living one!
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Fairies are Real!
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Did you know there are "Wood Faeries" too?
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No...Woodchuck, if a woodchuck could chuck wood,
is NOT the "Wood Faerie" not even close!
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Because we are remote, we read our own power meters.
There is no point in trying to cheat as once a year,
the power company sends out a human to verify your honesty.
Last week........the monthly reading I did.
Promptly doing the calculations
I cried out a loud "OUCH!"
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Having been out of firewood for a month,
we've had to rely on the furnace to ward off
winter's unwillingness to warm our home.
Everyday, Cowboy works outdoors,
whether it's minus 20 or plus 100,
he could care less.
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But Me? I'm a wooz.
I need warmth!
So I cranked on the heat.
Yet still 'freezing' indoors!
I was missing the intensely penetrating wood heat.
I begged Old Man Winter to lighten his grip!
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Then....magically~
"Wood Faeries" appeared at dawn, on this Saturday past.
Sprinkling the ground with their miraculous wood dust!
As I awoke to the continuous thuds and tings,
I peered through the blinds in a sleepy awe!
Three little Fairies (actually quite large they were),
tip-toeing and tossing; happily hurling;
they were singing and splitting!
Watching the three Faeries sent tickles to my toes
and I danced away my winter heating woes!

When their work was done they set off for some fun.
Quickly disappearing beyond the hills of wheat,
I ~~~B~L~E~W~~~whispers over their wings...

"Please, return at dusk for a Faerie feast!"


....and they did!!

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We all ate til our bellies jiggled,
we chatted and told stories galore.
The fiery flames crackled and wiggled,
And sprinkles of sleepy dust drifted softly to the floor...
It was late as we bid each a G'night.
We showed them to their beds,
Shared hugs and gratitude, then dimmed the lights.

When the new morning sun sought out the horizon,
the three "Wood Faeries" were gone.
They left without a sound, not a word, not even a song.

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Had they truly been here I wondered?

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Slowly stoking the glowing embers, I smiled...

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I believe in Faeries...don't you?




Wednesday, February 18, 2009

I Began to Shake...

...Rattle and Roll!


Singing~ Oh, Shake shake shake, shake shake shake,

Shake your booty! Shake your booty!

Oh, shake shake shake, shake shake shake,

Shake your booty!


Shake your booty. WoWohoo,Yeah!

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There I was~ .."just a-walkin' down the street,
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singin' "Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"
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Snappin' her fingers and shufflin' her feet, singin'
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"Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"
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Then~ I. Felt. the. Earth. Move..
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Under. my. Feet...
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Shake your booty.WoWohoo,Yeah!


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"Daffodils"
William Wordsworth(1804)

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
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Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
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The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
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For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

Monday, February 16, 2009

I Saw It Coming...

...as it peeked through the shadows!

First appearing as a long arm stretching across the distance.
It became bolder and more menacing.
Creeping faster, with dagger-like fingers, it grabbed for me.
Evil in demeanor, intentions of vengeance,
and with lightening speed accuracy - it latched on.
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Swirling into dizzy land, it flung me like a limp noodle.
Wrapping my being around the bitter hardness of porcelain.
The lid exploded with a cruel throbbing anger.
Limp and empty, with sticky attachment...
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A cottony warmth gathered me,
laying me gently into the billowing bundle of loftiness.
I flitted through hours of cold eyes of steel
into heated hugs of down.
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Twilight 'til dawn, the battled raged on.
And On...
...And On!
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Vicious and Unrelenting Attachment
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Meager and Weak Determination.
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Today, I declare victory!
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Foal WON... a filly.
Store LOST... permanently closed!

Thursday, February 5, 2009

It's Not Your "Last Chance"...

...but Your "Take A Chance".

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We have all seen signs on the Highways "Last Stop...."
"Last Chance...." for various reasons.
You pay heed or not, depending on your present or future needs.

Our little town has a "market", if you will.
I've given it the name "Take A Chance".
When I drive the 10 miles to get there...
I always know that I'm "Taking a Chance".~

A Chance that they will have scotch tape if I accidentally tossed a bill I didn't want to pay into the shredder.

A Chance that they will have toilet paper if my last roll fell into the toilet and sank like a dying ship.

A Chance that they will have salt if, for some reason I tossed too much over my shoulder, which I do daily!

A Chance that they will have milk if Cowboy is having his lactose withdrawals.~

Our "Take A Chance" market is slowly whithering away, into the dust from which it emmerged about 100 yrs ago.

Yesterday I asked our Son, who is here for a few days,
to go "Take A Chance".
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So much for the need (or want) of milk!~
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This is what he found taped to the locked door.





...Only in Small Town, USA

(and this morning?? NO MILK!)