Friday, August 26, 2005

Fishing for Facts

Since I am brain-dead from the most hectic work week in the history of civilization, I decided to post a picture of my hero, my dad. That's me on the right, doing what I truly love to do better than breathe, eat, or win money.....FISH. I will also include some interesting and little-known facts about the picture, circa 1977. This picture is one of my all-time favorites, because it reminds me of a time in my life when my days were filled with stress-free happiness. It also is a testament to a simpler time, when days spent fishing with mom and dad were the highlight of my summer. Thank you, my beloved parents, for raising me to be a country girl.

- The picture was taken at Pendleton Dam east of Dumas, AR. The dam has since been renamed Wilbur Mills dam.
- We are standing on the east side of the dam, which required that we drive an additional hour to get there. There is no passable road across it.
- The fish you see are mostly ocean striper bass. They travel up rivers to spawn, then swim back to the ocean afterwards. Nowadays, you don't get nearly as many stripers as the old days...mostly whites and hybrids.
- I was seven years old in this picture. I haven't grown much taller since then.
- See my braided ponytail? At this age, when my hair was down, it was long enough I could sit on it.
- My mom is the one behind the camera. You may notice the pic is a little off-center. It is lucky that she didn't cut our heads off, as mom was notorious for doing so. lol She got it from her momma, the notorious head-cutter-offer, Mable.
- See the do-rag on my head? Back in the day, mom called that a kerchief (kurr-chiff). She grabbed me and tied one around my head every single time I headed outside. She claimed she did it to keep me from getting an ear infection...I think she just wanted me to be ghetto-fabulous.
- Poppa was just 38 years old in this photo, a mere TWO years older than I am right now. AND, he had FOUR kids to raise. Dad, how in the world did you do it?
- I spent about half this day fishing, and the other half playing in a sand pit to the right of this photo. By the end of the day, I had sand in places I didn't know existed.
- Under his cap, my dad is bald. However, the rim of hair showing under his cap was still free of gray hairs. I had forgotten what color his hair used to be...kinda reddish, ain't it?
- I know, without a doubt, that mom had packed a lunch comprised of vienna's (pro-nounced vie-ainnies), potted meat, crackers and cheddar cheese. Perfect fishing food.

I wish I could go fishing this weekend, but I think all I'll get to do is reminisce about past excursions. If any of you get the chance, go fishing for me, will ya?

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Mid Week Ramble

For the life of me, I cannot get inspired.

Dunno if the opressively sub-tropical temps and humidity are the culprit, or if I'm a victim of a self-induced creative stalemate.

I can't think, it's as though my brain is on hiatus. I am incredibly busy at work, and facing uber-crunch in the next couple of weeks, so that adds to my feelings of being completely overwhelmed. How do I drag myself out of these doldrums?

You bloggers out there are creative and inspiring to me every day, so tell me what you do when your brain refuses to function properly? What do you do to 'reset' the ole noggin? I'm in a quandry here, people.

Gaaaahhhh.

Enough, already! I'm gonna stop trying for now because....it's......get.....ting.....harder....2.....think........

Friday, August 19, 2005

I received an email today about a young man laid to rest after having lost his life serving his country. He was from our great state of Texas, and the author, his aunt, included photos with the email. She described the service as being a great tribute, including a church overflowing with people, and a multitude of military personnel in attendance. I have included the letter here so you, too, can understand the reason I am so pround to be an American.

What follows is a message from Vicki Pierce about her nephew James' funeral. (he was serving our country in Iraq)

"I'm back, it was certainly a quick trip, but I have to also say it was >one of the most amazing experiences of my life. There is a lot to be said for growing up in a small town in Texas. The service itself was impressive with wonderful flowers and sprays, a portrait of James, his uniform and boots, his awards and ribbons. There was lots of military brass and an eloquent (though inappropriately longwinded) Baptist preacher. There were easily 1000 people at the service, filling the church sanctuary as well as the fellowship hall and spilling out into the parking lot.
However, the most incredible thing was what happened following the service on the way to the cemetery. We went to our cars and drove to the cemetery escorted by at least 10 police cars with lights flashing and some other emergency vehicles, with Texas Rangers handling traffic. Everyone on the road who was not in the procession, pulled over, got out of their cars, and stood silently and respectfully, some put their hands over their hearts. When we turned off the highway suddenly there were teenage boys along both sides of the street about every 20 feet or so, all holding large American flags on long flag poles, and again with their hands on their hearts. We thought at first it was the Boy Scouts or 4H club or something, but it continued .... for two and a half miles. Hundreds of young people, standing silently on the side of the road with flags.
At one point we passed an elementary school, and all the children were outside, shoulder to shoulder holding flags . kindergartners, handicapped, teachers, staff, everyone. Some held signs of love and support. Then came teenage girls and younger boys, all holding flags. Then adults. Then families. All standing silently on the side of the road. No one spoke, not even the very young children. The military presence...at least two generals, a fist full of colonels, and representatives from every branch of the service, plus the color guard which attended James, and some who served with him, were very impressive and respectful, but the love and pride from this community who had lost one of their own was the most amazing thing I've ever been privileged to witness."

As you enjoy your weekend with friends and family, please remember why you have the priviledge of doing so. It's because of men like James, and hundreds of thousands of others who have gone on before. Right now, young Americans toil on foreign soil and at home to insure that the ones who have gone on before didn't die in vain. Indeed the very freedom we enjoy is threatened with every passing moment, but I am so thankful that my life and the future of my country lies in the capable hands of the men and women who serve in all branches of our armed forces. Thank you all.


Monday, August 15, 2005

SATC All-Nighter: Update

As you can see from my post, I have no pics to offer of this weekend's festivities.

I was reminded, gently by B, that our attire was not one conducive to great photos ops. Such attire included, but by no means was limited to, my oldest pair of tie-waisted, baggy, too-stained-to-wear-in-public-but-still-the-most-comfy-thing-I-own khakis, a doubled up pony tail knappy beyond words, and a tank top I bought at the beach last year sans bra. Nope, not toooooo savory. I won't mention what my cohorts lounged in, but like me, very comfy stuff indeed.

So, I will give you a timeline of events to chronicle just how long it actually takes to watch 2.1 seasons of SATC. Maybe it will help you plan your first SATC All-nighter event.

4:00 p.m. - Leave work and head to nearest grocery store. Must have cheese, lots of cheese...and crackers. Plus supplies to cook a post-all-nighter breakfast complete with cathead biscuits and gravy.

4:45 p.m. - Meet B at her house, and head South. We live in a dry county, so we must drive to imbibe. Let's just say, *hiccup*, it was WELL worth the trip. My drink of choice would be a 1991 Spatlese from Joseph Wintrich vineyards in Kruv, Germany, just beside the lovely Mosel River, but the boxed stuff will do in a pinch. We carefully inspect every brand, searching for the one with the HIGHEST alcohol content. Check.

7:30 p.m. - Arrive at mi casa and commence to unloading ALL the cheese and crackers and 'other stuff'. Must mention that I went by Boo's and he donated some of his famous hickory smoked pork loin to the cause. Thanks, Boo.

8:30 p.m. - In walks N! Me and B are so pleased to see N because she moved to LR and left us all alone...boohoo! Now the party can get started. Tap the wine and get out the Marlboros! It's on like a chicken bone.

*Note - I think it is important to mention that my home is located on a pond, with a glorious view of the lush green woods behind it. VERY RELAXING PLACE, if you smell what I'm cooking. This is why I call it Chillville. We all exhale with a collective "Ahhhhhhh."

9:15 p.m. - Finally, we start Season 1...we had to talk for a bit and catch up, it would have been poor Southern taste to do otherwise. Each disc had 6 - 30 minute episodes, so we settle in to watch, we did....until N and I dozed off...

3:15 a.m. - B was still going strong about 4 a.m. when I woke up and decided to get some REAL sleep. N retired and so did I. Boxed. Wine. Good. Zzzzzzzzzz.

7 a.m. - Boo calls my cell phone. Me: *in a barely audible, whispery croak, "Huuullo?" Static. Crickle-crack.

7:01 a.m. - Turn off cell phone.

11 a.m. - Wakey, wakey, time for coffee! Slowly walk to kitchen and prepare to cook brunch for hungry all nighters.

12:30 p.m. - Fiiiiinally, N arrives after having completed a 10 hour one-man show of "The Princess and the Pea". N and I drink french-press coffee non-stop while I make the biscuits and fry the eggs. B practically inhales glass after glass of ice cold diet Mt. Dew. The house reeks of bacon, making my mouth water.

12:45 p.m. - Brunch time! Slather the biscuits with butter or gravy, consume two deliciously greasy fried eggs and more coffee, and we are officially ready for round 2. Ding-ding-ding.

1 p.m. - Start of season 2...by now, we have dragged out the cheese and crackers and veg. I never stopped snacking the whole time. Never.

2:30 p.m. - Hey! It's officially afternoon! Where's the wine? Hey, cold biscuits are gooooooood.

5:30 p.m. - We must get up and actually WALK around to keep the circulation moving. But that takes sooooo much energy. *sigh*

7 p.m. Finish Season 2! Now we have the first disc of Season 3, and we are hooked like a crackhead. CAN'T....STOP....WATCHING....MUST...KILL...BASTARD......MR.....BIG....

11 p.m. - The final credit rolls on disc one, Season 2, episode 6. Whew! But it was all worth it, each and every episode took me back in time, and I relived the joy and sorrow all over again. And now, well, I have 2 junkies who will watch with me again...B and N are hi-zooked.

We did it. And it took a loooooong time! I would recommend that you try to tackle no more than 2 seasons per event...unless you have a whole weekend to devote to it. Of course, we took time in between episodes to visit, laugh, and compare notes. It was a wonderful time for me to be near two of my dearest friends, and to forge some new memories together. I would recommend this girls' night to anyone...and as Carrie would say, it was all over "just like that". Thank you, B and N, for hanging out with me! It was one of the best times of my life.

Friday, August 12, 2005

Are You a Bia-Bia?

Yes, it's another post intended to help us females understand the males species. Of course, as one male blogger pointed out to me in a prior post, some of these examples may be applied to the female species as well. Touche, C...thanks for visiting ;)

My friend B shared this with me via e-mail. Sherry Argov is the author of the book “Why Men Love Bitches.” She interviewed hundreds of men to compile this list. The original list consisted of 100 reasons why ment love bitches, but I cut it down to 50 for a more succinct post. Check out her book for the complete version. I learned alot about myself reading this list, and what NOT to do. Gahhhhh, I had it all wrong. Guess I'll have to start thinking like a man....NOT.

1.Anything a person chases in life runs away.

2.The women who have the men climbing the walls for them aren’t always exceptional. Often, they are the ones who don’t appear to care that much.

3.Sometimes a man deliberately won’t call, just to see how you’ll respond.

4.If you start out dependent, it turns him off. But if it is something he can’t have, it becomes more of a challenge for him to get it.

5.It is your attitude about yourself that a man will adopt.

6.Act like a prize and you’ll turn him into a believer.

7.When a woman doesn’t give in easily and doesn’t appear docile or submissive, it becomes more stimulating to obtain her.

8.If you smother him, he’ll go into defense mode and look for an escape route to protect his freedom.

9.A bitch gives a man plenty of space so he doesn’t fear being trapped in a cage. Then….he sets out to trap her in his.

10.If you tell him you are not interested in jumping into a relationship with both feet, he will set out to try to change your mind.

11.Always give the appearance that he has plenty of space. It gets him to drop his guard.

12.More than anything else, he watches to see if you’ll be too emotionally dependent on him.

13.He must feel that you choose to be with him, not that you need to be with him. Only then will he perceive you as an equal partner.

14.If a man has to wait before he sleeps with a woman, he’ll not only perceive her as more beautiful, he’ll also take time to appreciate who she is.

15.Sex and the “spark” are not one and the same.

16.Before sex, a man isn’t thinking clearly and a woman is thinking clearly. After sex, it reverses. The man is thinking clearly and the woman isn’t.

17.If he makes you feel insecure, let your insecurity be your guide.

18.Any time a woman competes with another woman, she demeans herself.

19.Let him think he’s in control. He’ll automatically start doing things you want done because he’ll always want to look like “a king” in your eyes.


20.When you cater to his ego in a soft way, he doesn’t try to get power in an aggressive way.

21.When you appear softer and more feminine, you appeal to his instinct to protect. When you appear more aggressive, you appeal to his instinct to compete.

22.If you give him a feeling of power, he’ll want to protect you and he’ll want to give you the world.

23.When a woman acts as though she’s capable of everything, she gets stuck doing everything.

24.Men don’t respond to words. They respond to no contact.

25.Men respect women who communicate in a succinct way, because it’s the language men use to talk to one another.

26.When you are always HAPPY; And he is always free to GO; He feels LUCKY.

27.Most women are starving to receive something from a man that they need to give to themselves.

28.Jumping through hoops often has a negative outcome: He sees it as an opportunity to have his cake and eat it, too. But when you stay just outside his reach, he’ll stay on his best behavior.

29.The nice girl gives away too much of herself when pleasing him regularly becomes more important than pleasing herself.

30.When you nag, he tunes you out. But when you speak with your actions, he pays attention.


31.Negative attention is still attention. It lets a man know that he has you---right where he wants you.

32.A little distance combined with the appearance of self-control makes him nervous that he may be losing you.

33.When you nag, he sees weakness.

34.He perceives an emotional woman as more of a pushover.

35.In the same way that familiarity breeds contempt, a slightly aloof demeanor can often renew his respect.

36.He’ll forget what he has in you …unless you remind him.

37.Men treat women the way they treat other men. They “play it cool” because they don’t want to appear weak or desperate.

38.The element of surprise both inside and outside of the bedroom is important to men, and it adds to the excitement.

39.Don’t be afraid to stand up for yourself or speak your mind. It will not only earn his respect, in some cases it will even turn him on.

40.Men often automatically assume that a bitchier woman will be more assertive in bed, and that a nice girl will be more timid.

41.You have to show that you won’t accept mistreatment. Then you will keep his respect.

42.The ability to choose how you want to live, and the ability to choose how you want to be treated are the two things that give you more power than any material object ever will.


43.In a relationship of any kind, if one person feels the other person isn’t bringing anything to the table, he or she will being to disrespect that person.

44.The more independent you are of him, the more interested he will be.

45.Don’t give a reward for bad behavior.

46.Once you start laughing, you start healing.

47.Be an independent thinker at all times, and ignore anyone who attempts to define you in a limiting way.

48.Truly powerful people don’t explain why they want respect. They simply don’t engage someone who doesn’t give it to them.

49. You can get away with saying much more with humor than you can with a straight face.

50.The most attractive quality of all is dignity.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Sex and the Country

When the sixth and final season of Sex and the City (hereafter referred to as SATC) aired on HBO, I wept. Literally...for days. I would dread Sunday nights and the inevitable void SATC's departure left there.

No more fabulous Manolo's to drool after, no late night dinners with the mysterious Mr. Big, no more waiting with bated breath to see what haute coutour creation the characters would be wearing. It was like having my New York umbilical severed...

I have never been to New York, but watching SATC made me feel as if I know the city all ready. Carrie once referred to the city as 'her boyfriend'. Indeed, it was the silent character and backdrop for one of the funniest, truest and most moving television shows to ever grace the screen.

But now, thanks be to the gods of all things fashionable and funny, I can now relive each and every moment of all six seasons! You see...my dear girlfriend, B, has never partaken of all the wonder that is SATC. So, starting tomorrow night, we will embark on the first of several SATC All-Nighters. She has procured seasons one and two of my blessed SATC, and we will, in all our pajama-clad bliss, watch episode after episode until our eyes just can't take anymore.

Add chinese take-out (a al Miranda) and a blender full of mudslide, and you have one heckuva big-girl bunkin' party. Besides, what better way to forget about all our probs for just one night, and live vicariously through the Fab Four? Oh, no...these are no Beatles...these are my girls! Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda and my beloved salty Samantha are all butterflies....lovely.

Even now, I am supressing a screech of delight at the thought of seeing each and every episode without interruption. And, may I suggest...if you have not seen SATC, grab a friend, and plan an all nighter of your own. I PROMISE you will not be disappointed, and you will see that even girls in NYC have the same problems as we all do...men, money, marriage. But what I love most is their unconditional friendship, and how they stick together through the good AND the bad.

SATC is coming to the country, my friends! My country house, that is...and the country ain't never gonna be the same.

Look for SATC All-Nighter pics on my site next week! All photos appear from www.hbo.com

Monday, August 08, 2005

The Succinct and the Dead

Ohhhhh....my......no....freakin'......way did that just happen.

That is all I could say upon the conclusion of this week's episode of Six Feet Under.



Nate Fisher, is dead. He's wrapped in a shroud in the photo above
(check out www.hbo.com for all the details)

Not only is he dead, but he leaves behind a pregnant wife who will now have to raise his young daughter from a previous marriage. Not only is her husband dead, but she found out minutes before his demise that Nate, her husband, had humped his very own step-sister an hour or so before, causing him to collapse and causing injury to a lurking aneurism that he'd had prior surgery on. Not only is everyone in shock, but now they must endure a 'natural' funeral which is enviro-friendly, meaning Nate will neither be embalmed nor be stuffed into a typical pine box. Not only will everyone witness the removal of his body from the hurse, but they will indeed have to pitch in, including bearing his body to the site and BURYING IT.

I sat, agog, as the newest episode of Six aired last night on HBO. I literally couldn't believe my eyes, and I wondered at the viability of the episode as the story unfolded. Most people would immediately get caught up in the story itself...the fact that NO one should have such incredibly bad luck. Not me. I was stunned at the believability of the characters themselves because I HAD LIVED THAT. The look on the face of the family members, their sorrow, the way they each reacted to the loss AND to each other. It was all hauntingly familiar...just exactly like when my brother died.

Each and every actor who appeared in this episode is to be commended for producing one of the most convincing dramatic performances I have ever witnessed. Every stunning detail was shockingly represented, but the most poignant scene was the burial. Nate was lowered into an unmarked grave by his family and friends. The normally dry-eyed David has fallen apart; the mother Ruth is a zombie; Claire, the baby sister, goes through the blind motions; and the widowed Brenda has a final argument with the departed.

Now a days, this type of funeral service might seem extremely crude, but it was nothing more than a stripping away of the beautiful packaging in which we choose to shroud our dead. There is no way to mask or transform the loss of human life to be something more than the horrible reality it is. No number of flower sprays or rosey lights or prayers or sympathy cards or hymns can take away the sting of death. To me, it was the most beautiful funeral I have ever seen...because it stripped away the very thing that makes death so unbearable, the pretense. The very loss of life itself an immensely humbling experience, and to make a gaudy display seems a mockery after seeing this type of tribute. If you want to understand the gamut of emotions that accompany losing someone, watch this week's episode of Six Feet Under. For a long moment, not-so-long ago, I was Claire.


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Friday, August 05, 2005

Man, oh man...

We girls have to stick together cause the man game ain't gettin' no easier to play. Lately, some of my friends have been struggling in their personal relationships. So, I dug thru the stuff my girlfriends sent me when I was having a hard time with man troubles. We've all been there at one time or another, so here is some advice passed to me from girlfriends who have 'been there-done that'. This is not a man-basher...it is simply a statement of facts regarding the male psychi, and affirmation of the female spirit. I have italicized the ones that I think just tell it like it is. If it's bold and italic, I'VE LIVED IT. Whether you agree or disagree with some/all of these statements, this is good stuff.

1. If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay.

2. Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior.

3. Allow your intuition (or spirit, or sixth sense) to save you from heartache.

4. Stop trying to change yourselves for a relationship that's not meant to be.

5. Slower is better.

6. Never live your life for a man before you find what makes you truly happy.

7. If a relationship ends because the man was not treating you as you deserve then heck no you can't "be friends." A friend wouldn't mistreat a friend.

8. Don't settle.

9. If you feel like he is stringing you along, then he probably is.

10. Don't stay because you think "it will get better." You'll be mad at yourself a year later for staying when things are not better.

11. The only person you can control in a relationship is you.

12 . Avoid men who've got a bunch of children by a bunch of different women. He didn't marry them when he got them pregnant, why would he treat you any differently?

13. Always have your own set of friends separate from his.

14 . Maintain boundaries in how a guy treats you. If something bothers you, speak up.

15. Never let a man know everything. He will use it against you later.

16. You cannot change a man's behaviors. Change comes from within.

17. Don't EVER make him feel he is more important than you are...even if he has more education or in a better job.

18. Do not make him into a quasi-god. He is a man, nothing more nothing less.

19. Never let a man define who you are.

20. Never borrow someone else's man.

21. If he cheated with you, he'll cheat on you.

22. A man will only treat you the way you ALLOW him to treat you.

23. All men are NOT dogs. (sorry...this is arguable, IMHO)

24. You should not be the one doing all the bending...compromise is a two way street.

25. You need time to heal between relationships...there is nothing cute about baggage...deal with your issues before pursuing a new relationship.

26. You should never look for someone to COMPLETE you...a relationship consists of two WHOLE individuals...look for someone complimentary...not supplementary.

27. Dating is fun...even if he doesn't turn out to be Mr. Right.

28. Make him miss you sometimes...when a man always know where you are, and your always readily available to him, he takes it for granted.

29. Never co-sign for a man.

30. Don't fully commit to a man who doesn't give you everything that you need, HE WILL NOT CHANGE.

Hope this list is helpful, if not educational. I'm enjoying smooth sailing right now, but at any moment, anyone's relationship could run off in the ditch. Doesn't hurt to remind one's self of the facts concerning the male species. After all, it IS a man's world.....right ladies???

Thursday, August 04, 2005

Reality Chick, er...uh, I Mean Check.

This post is for ANYONE in need of some succint, factual information about the here and now. A friend forwarded this article to me, and I just had to share. So many of us are haunted by mistakes in the past, unrequited love, unfulifilled dreams...things that keep us from moving forward in life, and subsequently, reaching our full potential. This article helped me to realize that we only have today, so we should live as if it were our last chance. Are you in need of a reality check? Read on.

Reality Check: Do You Really Love Your Partner?
August 2, 2005

By Michele Hickford, Special for eDiets

How many good days, months, even years have you wasted holding on to "love"? I’ve done my share of it. And I know you have, because I read the emails. So why do we do it?

We do it because where love is concerned, particularly bad love, we have a very screwy sense of time and reality. Although we are LIVING in the here and now, we are LOVING either in the past or in the future.

First, let’s agree on your here and now: your reality. I’m not talking about the so-called reality we see on television but your own personal reality that you’re experiencing today, this minute.

Your reality right now is sitting and reading this. You’re doing it in a certain place, wearing certain clothes. At this moment in time, your health has a particular condition, your hair is one way or another, you’re at work or at home, and maybe drinking coffee. It’s night or day, rainy or clear. That’s your reality.

There’s another reality as well-–the one dealing with your relationship. This instant, this very instant, when you think of your partner/lover/spouse, what is your reality? Happy? Sad? Frustrated? Fulfilled? Disappointed? This is also your reality. Now. It is not the past. It is not the future. It is now.

So when you say you love your current partner/lover/spouse, exactly what moment in time are you talking about? Can you say you love that person for the way he or she is at this moment? For the way you are being treated at this moment in time? For the way she makes you feel at this instant?

At this time in your relationship, is your partner being honest and loving? Is he demonstrating by his words and actions that you are a priority, that he cares about you and wants to be with you, or work with you to make things better? No matter how you answer these questions, this is your reality.

If you answered “yes” to most of the above, you love your reality. It doesn’t matter what the past was, or what the future holds. You’re living and loving the same thing.

However, if you answered “no” a lot, it’s a different story. If you answered “no” to several questions, and you still tell me you love him, what exactly are you loving? I think it’s either one of two things: You’re either loving the past you once had, or the future you HOPE you will. But that’s a whole lot different from loving the PERSON right now.

You may love what happened in the past, and remember fondly what went on then. But you cannot live there now. It’s gone. Done. Over. No matter how great it was, it’s not what’s happening now. There is no point in holding on to love because of what once was. No matter how great it was (or seemed like it was), what matters now is only what IS. You cannot go back. You can only go forward.

But you can only go forward so far. I don’t know about you, but I’m not very good at foretelling the future. I can make some pretty good guesses about tomorrow, maybe as far as next week, but that’s about it. Okay, in a stretch, maybe even a month from now, but beyond that, forget it. Then I’m just making it up. I’m hoping.

If you keep holding on to love for someone because you’re hoping maybe, just maybe, the future may be a little different and everything will change and you’ll get what you want, I think you’re making a mistake.

If you’re hoping your lover may change, or say the magic words, or turn back into the person you first met, despite the fact that there is nothing in his current behavior or words to indicate he’s interested in doing any of that, exactly what do you think is going to occur to make it happen? A voodoo spell? A genie?

I’m not saying you should always ditch your relationship if it’s not what you want right this minute. People have moods and go through good and bad spells. But if the person you’re with is not committed to you here and now, not dedicated to working with you today and the next, he or she is not worthy of your love, no matter what happened in the past, or what you hope for in the future.

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Yeeeeeehaw y'all

As I type, rodeo goers from across the country are converging on our small town in SE Arkansas. Our 57th Annual PRCA Rodeo starts tonight, and wooooo-doggies, everyone in town seems to be a flutter.

We folks down here in the South would call this influx of outsiders 'a happenin'. It's 'a happenin' alright. Just stopped by the arena moments ago to invite some folks to be on the morning show. While I was talking to the announcer's wife, Mrs. Todd, I noticed several things...things that effectively told me I was NOT cut out for the rodeo circuit.

1. The Heat - As I stepped from my car, I realized that the wave of furnace-like air that engulfed me was the temperature at which I would have to conduct my job, ALL SUMMER LONG. Most of the folks there were feeding/washing their horses/ponies in the near 100 degree heat. Not only does the heat increase my sweatiness, but it also magnifies the effectiveness of my number two (no pun) reason for not being a full-time cowgirl.

2. The Poo - What do you get when you combine sub-tropical humidity, 100+ temps, and livestock? Stank. That's right people...pure, unadulterated stank. Now, I live in and was raised in the country, and we had the whole animal farm thing going on when I was young. But, for the life of me, I DO NOT remember the stench ever being that bad. And trust me, there is no smell on earth like really fresh, really abundant shig pit. But to live with said funk every single day would eventually cauterize the smell receptors in my nose, rendering me olfactory-inept. Nooooo stank you.

3. The Clothing - When you think of cowboys and cowgirls, you usually envision big hats, boots and wrangler-jeans-so-tight-you-must-have-been-born-in-them. I own boots, in fact, lots of them. I love boots...but only in the winter when my stubby little toes need protection from frostbite, or when I ride my iron horse. Having to voluntarily don boots every day would be a real disaster for me. But as I walked around the grounds of the arena, I notice that my bronze-metallic-snakeskin-strappy-heeled sandals were getting rather dusty, and my heels kept sinking in despite the years of training by mother to 'walk on your toes' so as not to skin the delicate leather stretched over said heels. I cannot give up my right to wear heels, year round. I simply would not survive the loss. Just call me Carrie-Imelda-Syl Burt. I love my shoes folks.

As much as I love my heritage, and my country-ness, I could never be a cowgirl in any real sense. So I will leave it to the resilient entourage camped out at Cap Gates Arena. I really admire them all for sticking to their raising, and continuing to bring their sport to the urban masses. It's hard, hot, stanky, thankless work...and they make it look easy. My hats off to you all.

Monday, August 01, 2005

Trees, Wheels and T-Rex

When I saw this pic, I just had to use it for today's entry.

Have YOU ever literally ridden till the wheels fall off? I feel like this today. Nuff said.



Worked ALL day Saturday, outside (****HOT*****), so I didn't have much of a break this weekend. Not only that, but my sleep is all jacked up...wake up at 2, 3, 4...and having some crazy friggin' dreams to boot.

Last night? I dreamed of huuuuuuge trees...I was walking down a road through a forest. Everywhere I looked, there were these gi-normous trees, and I 'm not talking sequoias. These were our typical indigenous trees, like oaks, maples, etc. Except they were LIKE SKYSCRAPERS....and there were people in the trees, lumberjack-esque guys, standing here and there looking up at the monolithics wonders. But nobody was cutting them, or disturbing them. They were just marvelling at them, saying things like, 'I could cut a 10 foot wide board from this tree' and 'I have never seen anything like this.' When I woke up, it all seemed very Jurassic Park. I kept expecting T-Rex to rip the roof off the house and gobble me up like a Scooby snack.


Which reminds me of a childhood recurring dream. I was fascinated with dinosaurs from the age of 7 on. I read every dinosaur book I could get my hands on, so I had dinos on the brain. I kept having dreams that a T-Rex was loose in Milo, and he was stalking ME. In my dream, I could hear him lumbering up the road, searching for me, his next meal. It was dusk, and I ran from my house and wound up in a field, in a pavilion sort of thing, octagonal in shape with an opening in the center of the roof. I scurried inside and hid in the darkest corner I could find, praying that I wouldn't be devoured alive. Then....BOOM..........BOOM.....BOOM...HE WAS APPROACHING! I was frozen with fear....then his head appeared over the narrow roof. T-Rex looked directly at me, and said.....

"Burt."

That's it. No chomping of bones, no squishing me with his huge feet.

I'm insane, I know. But I was just wondering if any of you dream experts can give some insight on T-Rex and trees, and what they mean in dreams. BTW...haven't had the T-Rex dream in many, many years.

Today has been kinda surreal. It's Monday, alright.
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