DANG IT!

~Momma Rock

The cowboy lived a life of hardships back in the day. No, I'm not talking about riding the long dusty trail or breaking wild horses. I'm talking about dating. Of course, they called it courtin' back then, but the goal was the same. They didn't have cell phones to tect with or computers to e-mail with, they didn't even have phones to call a girl and hang up on. So when they got the notion about a girl, it was all face to face, inda. He would get off his horse and walk slowly in her direction and when he got close he would look down at his boots and kick at the dirt. There were no drive-ins back then, can't pretend to stretch his arm over and around her. That wouldn't work while driving a buckboard. The only place to go would be the dance on a Saturday night. Cowboys were real gentlemen back then, you see those buckboards didn't have shocks or even rubber tires, so there was a lot of bouncing around in the seat next to him. He just kept his eyes straight ahead, no peaking.
Now he did't want to get to that dance anytime soon, if at all. He needed an excuse to stop and get off the buckboard in the grassy meadow. He decides to stop and pick her some flowers. Just as he hands them to her to smell, the horses decide to play the Alka-Seltzer song...you know...Plop Plop FizzFizz. Even back then God had a sense of humor. By now it was getting dark and the stars were coming out they decide to put a blanket down in the grass and lay down to count the stars. It was very dark and their hands touch causing a wave of warmth in both of them. When it came up, a smile came to her face. This is what she wanted. This is what she was waiting for. A handsome cowboy, a warm summer night and now a full moon coming up over the trees. There was talk of possibly kissing, there was talk of family and there was talk of the future and then it was time to take her home. Hey, I told you cowboys were gentlemen.
This is why there ain't many cowboys anymore.

It’s very easy to lose sleep. Sometimes you just can’t stop thinking about what lies ahead. Maybe its bills or maybe it’s the job or maybe its family or pets. I lay here in the middle of the night, thinking about those horrible little lint people. It started years ago when all six kids were in their teens. Having such a large family on a single paycheck I had to fix everything I could. Time after time I yelled at the kids and sometimes even at cowgirl/momma to clean out the lint trap in the dryer. Time after time none of them would admit to the crime. That really pissed me off. Now, there are only three of us and the lint screen in the dryer is still packed with lint. Cowgirl/momma insists she empties it every time. Hey, I know cowgirls don’t lie. So I started looking around. First I looked behind the dryer and then in the dryer vent. I found nothing. I wondered where the lint came from. We always threw it away after we cleaned the screen. Then it hit me. Now I know where all my single socks went to. The little lint people must grind them up and pack them in the dryer screen. When I went to bed, I knew I was on the right trail. I’ll find them suckers yet. That morning, when I woke up I saw it right away. I didn’t want to move. They knew I was after them and to show me they were not afraid, they placed a large piece of lint in my belly button. This is one time when I wish I had an outty.

Maybe a little lint in the dryer screen is not so bad after all.

Years ago in a land far far away(in Calif) I was getting things ready for work the next day…I knew I had to get gas and I don’t like doing that in the morning…..So I decided to get it that night. It was dark and a little cold. So I put on a dark hooded sweatshirt and pulled the hoody tight. When I got to the station, I got out of my little vw station wagon and went to the other side where the fill was. As I passed the passenger door I noticed something stuck in the handle.. The kids had toys called transformers…This one changed from a robot into a gun..can you guess what shape it was in? So I pull it out of the door handle and waved it around. O.K. its dark outside and I’m in a dark hooded sweatshirt waving a gun around. I threw the gun in the front seat and headed for the cashier. Gee, for some reason he was acting a little nervous. I gave him my ten dollars, I told ya it was a long time ago, so I pumped the gas. When I finished I got in the car and headed home. Oh, Look, I said to myself, there are 3 police cars headed this way with their red lights on. There must be a heck of an accident somewhere near here. So I’m driving home and I played back the last ten minutes inside the block that was inside my hoody. I heard a knocking and it wasn’t coming from the vw,s engine compartant I got so nervous my knees were knocking. I didn’t look back. Relieved to get home and in my bed, I decided right then and there to get my gas in the morning for now on.Oh Yeah and be careful with what kind of toys You buy your kids

I’m sitting on the porch with laptop in hand. I sit back and close my eyes and imagine a wagon train slowly moving across the valley creating a lot of dust. People were different back then. I picture the wagons in a circle at dusk. All the men sitting around the campfire, exhausted from the days long journey. The women all gather by a wagon and talk about the day’s events. They talk about the children and the animals. Maybe even about the dreams they have of their new lives in front of them.

The men are talking about the large cow patty they saw on the road a few miles back and of course, they argue over who smells the worst. Then one of them gets up and disappears behind a bush to relieve himself, while another grabs a branch to make a sound like a snake behind the first guy.

I’m sorry, I guess things haven’t changed. Please disregard!!!!!

Here we sit in a hotel room in not the best of areas in Phoenix. We are here to go see the DiamondBacks play (baseball). We are here more for the concert after the game..Trace Atkins, yeehaw! We are here to celebrate my birthday with these events.

We hit the Jacuzzi and pool at 9:15pm last night (after running around the city looking for a walmart or the like to get a bathing suit), it was 82 degrees here and it felt good to get wet. We were the only people in the Jacuzzi or pool. I guess all the other mass of people that are coming to see Trace Atkins have afforded better hotel rooms.. HA!

We ate the continental breakfast in the hotel that was not all that bad. I had some good orange juice and a hardboiled egg and what I thought was a plain mini breakfast muffin…. eck, it turned out to be blueberry (I know, I know…who doesn’t like blueberry). Then back up to the room to watch mundane tv.. or better yet, check out blogs. LOL.

Noon now and while I sit and read others fun blogs the hubby says he is a bit hungry. We wonder if we should go ahead and eat lunch, then snack before the game or snack now and eat later. He decides we should wait til closer to the game to have an actual meal so he goes down and gets his snacks. I comment to him when I notice the chips and three musketeer candy bar….. mmm something sweet and something salty. He nonchalantly and quite seriously looks at me and says, “the veggie machine was all sold out”. Oh my gosh, he keeps me laughin’. Ok, so you had to be there. What is worse, it took me a bit to get what he meant.

Late last summer we had an epidemic of these mangy things. The chickens love it, they run around like crazy trying to catch them, but one could not walk without getting a bunch on your clothing. These grasshoppers we have are big huge. One day when I was helping get groceries taken out of the back of the truck, I saw a grasshopper and it had 2 heads.

It was on a small mound of straw near the back entrance, it seemed to just creep away from me, not like the normal skedaddle they would normally do when one walks up near them.. I thought, wow, what a good silly thing to put in the blog. So, in the house for the camera I went and out again, I lean down and snap the picture and realize, this is not one grasshopper with 2 heads… it was 2 grasshoppers …um, ya know.

Geez, LOL at me!

When I called to make the reservations for camping this past weekend, I had originally called to the fair grounds, which in turn gave me the phone # to call to actually make the reservation. I called that number, made our reservation and figured everything would be great. We packed and left first thing Saturday morning. We arrive at the fair grounds, drive in and at the entrance is a sign that says the park manager is located in space 15. We make our way around to that space and out comes a guy in his leather pants, his red, white and blue bandana tied backwards on his head, his Harley Davidson parked near his trailer. He looks to be 60 years old, but I think that is just because he has a swollen, bubbly nose from too much drinking in his life. Anyway, he says there is no openings when I tell him we had a reservation. He gives a call over to another camping site and we are told that our reservation is for that facility. Which is 10 miles away. We figure we might as well go there.

We arrive other there at 9:30, I check in, letting them know how upset I was to find out that they did not ask which facility I wanted to be at when I first called because how was I to know that I there were 2 to choose from. They apologized and said they had a lovely spot for us there. They also told us about the amenities they have, which are cable hook up, water electric, there is an exercise room, a laundry room, a craft room and a giant big screen TV room. AND this place was a 55+ age community. What a crack up, I was fuming and laughing at the same time. So, we go to the spot that they have reserved for us and there is already a camper there. Back to the office we go. This is really getting FUN!

They ask us if we mind having a spot where we must back the trailer in, we said FINE. We look on the little map they give us and it is the tiniest campsite they have. It is also on the corner of which 2 streets exit at to proceed toward the exit of the campground. Can you spell NIGHTMARE.

The dog had a nice first trip out.

Ok, so I had a small punch biopsy on my face last week and Tuesday April 29th I was to go in to have the nurse to take out the one measly old stitch I had …which is something I could take care of myself. But first go back to the night before this, Monday, I had pulled on the horses corral panel to try and straighten out one of the stalls and ended up scrapping a good chunk of skin out of the palm of my hand on a screw sticking out of the bottom rung of the panel. Now, back to Tuesday… when I am in to see the nurse for the stitch removal she notices my hand and says she can get it cleaned up, but also asked me when was the last time I had a Tetanus shot. I can’t remember if it had been within the last 5 years, so the doc says to just go ahead and get the Diptheria/Tetanus/Pertussis combo shot. I was told that this shot gives a bad reaction and can make my arm slightly sore for up to 2 weeks, but not like what I was experiencing. Tuesday nite was not too bad, and Wednesday at work I could tolerate the pain, but it was beginning to get a bit stiff, but I was told to use heat on it. So last night I slept with the heating pad on it. By 2:30 this morning I could no longer move my arm at all. I got to work this morning and told everyone that I no longer have a functioning left arm. They all said I needed to be seen right away… so I tag myself in (I work at the medical center) to see the doc and find out that I should not have used heat on it as much as I did … and it looks like the injection was given into the muscle, but a little too high on the arm which made this a pretty bad reaction. Now I get to take a muscle relaxer and ibuprofen all because I went to get a stitch out.

See if I ever go to the doc again when I can take care of the problem myself…. LOL

We have 4 high egg producing chickens. Their names are Traffic (this is a California White, hence the name (we had another California White and her name was Smog)), Maverick because she is this beautiful shiny black chick that shimmers with green in the sunlight, Batman is a darling little feather-footed bantam, then there is Grasshopper who is just a plain white. We get 3 eggs a day average, which is plenty.

Hubby brought home another chick that the guys at his work found wandering in an area that looked like the poor thing would need to be rescued from. We haven’t figured out a name for her yet.

On Friday we will be picking up a few more baby chicks, these will be 2 production reds, 2 orpington buffs and 2 giant blacks.

Anyway….., last night we put the newbie chicken in the dog run, but this morning, she was loose. So, hubby told me to round up the newbie and get her into the cage with the others. I ran around and around looking like a chicken with it’s head cut off trying to get her caged… finally I opened the cage and of course the others came running out… so here I go again… running amok. Then the neighbor yells over, “good morning, K, chickens out again?” “Yea”, I yell back while muttering under my breath. Finally I am able to run them all in the same direction and all go running into the cage.. oops, cept Maverick takes a mean right turn just as I am closing the door. “Ok, Maverick “, I say, “you get to fend for yourself today” cause I need to get to work. So, now she can reek havoc with the horses and terrorize the dog while she has fun being out today.

I hope our sweet Maverick is okay when I get home.

Ok, with the strike going on we were a little tired of nothing, absolutely nothing on except reruns and we can only stand “Three and a Half Men” so much. We had heard about the Showtime hit “Dexter” and thought we would give it a try. Quirky to say the least. Actually it is kinda fun to watch a serial killer, who happens to work for the police as a blood spatter specialist, who is a bit of a wimp when not killing people. I think it is because he holds back so that people around him will not see aggression, I also figure he waits until he decides to kill the one he is wimpy toward. HA! We are still trying to figure it out a bit, but we sure seem to look forward to the next episode.

Then there is “Eli Stone”. A lawyer that has a brain aneurysm that causes him to imagine some pretty off the wall things that helps him with his cases or gives reason to why he has some cases. This is nother show that helps with the monotony of seeing the same old stuff.

I hate American Idol and wished they would put it on cable TV and not take up 3 nights a week for the dang thing.

Ok, then and again I end up watching non quirky shows, or as he refers to them, stupid, shows like “CSI” and “Rescue Me”. But give me quirky entertainment to take me away from the everyday life for a short while. Thank goodness for our DVR.

See ya next week Dex!

I wrote this Oct 11th, when I was still at my last work place.

The IRS announced that the new income tax forms have been simplified beyond all understanding! HA! And a few other things that gave me a laugh today...................

I had made my second trip down the stairs at work and I got to the 2^nd step from the bottom and for some reason (maybe cause I am wearing my stupid high heels instead of my cowboy boots) I missed a step and went flying quickly toward the huge front doors that swing open like shutters. To brace myself from falling I of course put my hands out and sure enough I go squirting out the door out to the entrance and get deposited right into the path of a nice old couple making their way down the walk. No Joke! I had a good laugh at that!

And…. I thought about last week when I had a terrible experience that has changed me forever. I was horseback riding and everything was going great until the horse started loosing her footing and was bouncing out of control. I tried with all my might to hold on but was thrown off. Just when things could not possibly get worse, I realized when I was being thrown that I had caught my foot in the stirrup and felt my head hit the ground. With the horse still running and bouncing my head harder I was just praying it would all stop. Just as I was giving up hope, a nice cowboy that worked there at the store came running out to unplug the dang thing. Thank goodness for heroes! hehe, joke!

But I am passworded out. Just about every site you go to you must become a registered user. There goes the brain again trying to think up a password that is unique to the site that you will remember. If you are anything like me, quite often it is a password that you use on another site, because there is only so many passwords that one should have to really have, right? Well, to the hackers, they don’t know that you have 15 different sites that all use the same password, they just hack into a site and wreak havoc with you for a few days then they go and hack another user’s info and mess with them for a few days and so on. It doesn’t matter that we shouldn’t be worth their time. Take for instance, I have a family MySpace site and sure enough that site was hacked. The hacker sent out bulletins that were for porn sites and I am sure that all 14 of my family & friends had a good laugh about it, because they know that I would never promote anything like that.

Yep, I love technology……password anyone?

This was a post I wrote a while ago and am reposting now...

Oh man, I saw him. Yes, I did. It was amazing. There he was not 25 feet away from me. I could not take my eyes away. He would glance my way and I would avert my eyes for just those brief moments. I could tell there was chemistry between us in just this short amount of time. At first I just smiled and enjoyed the feeling I got from knowing that he knew I was watching him. I am sure you know that jittery feeling in your gut. I knew it was not going to last, but I seized the moment I had. My body warmed with the heat I felt as I walked closer to him. I hoped he would not flee if he felt my invasion. My breasts swelled with my deep breath. I knew I had to do something to stave my yearning, but what? I’m thinking… I’m thinking. I say to myself, “just go over there and talk to him”. Just then he dropped something, this was my chance to move in. I walked to him, bent over and picked up the rattle he dropped and started cueing my heart out, he responded with the biggest giggle a baby could make. Ok, so I am a mother and I love babies!

What were you thinking, that maybe I was talking about a nice big cowboy in his wranglers?

I am one to get periodically and thoroughly obsessed with something new. I am also one to get too involved with anything that has to do with the kids (who aren’t kids anymore). I was team mom for every kid in every sport and room mother each of my kids ten times over and I would save things that I thought another mother would think to be handy if they were to become over involved with their kids. I also collect pictures out of magazines of what I want to do when we remodel our home or a new project I want to try. There are so many magazines stuffed in every inconspicuous empty space I could find, about horse barns, scrap booking, recipes, getting organized, home décor and web design that I have no room left.
And as I write this, I think it funny that the other day I laughed at my husband for having too many junk drawers in the house and should combine the stuff and get it all out to the garage (the catch all for over storage of crap in the house).
Maybe it is time I get out that “getting organized” book and do something about it… oh wait, where the heck is it?

It ended up my turn to change the toilet paper roll again at work. I made sure that the paper will roll off the top and not that awful roll under stuff. It is bad enough that one has to reach back 2 feet to even reach the roll, then to have to spin it a dozen times to get the paper to fly away from the roll, then you try and catch it and it rolls to the back again. It seems that every other time someone does that dang roll under stuff when it is their turn. What is up with that?
So, now you know that putting the toilet paper roll on the wrong way is one of my pet peeves. Where the heck did that saying come from anyway?

Marriage has been around since any of us could remember. It has not gotten any better; in fact it continues to go down hill. Divorce is a billion dollar industry in this country. Maybe that’s why it hasn’t changed. My thoughts on marriage of the future are simple. Time limits. Couples who are under 25 years old can only be married for 2 years. Older couples can choose between two to five years. Hey, you have to get your dog a new license every other year. Now don’t get excited. Let me explain..............
Remember how well each person treated each other while you were dating. With my system that pleasantness will return. Say your marriage contract was good for two years. What do you think will happen several months before it expires? It’s like dating again. She will be cooking and dressing up for you again and you will be doing those stomach crunches and opening doors for her. Plus, you can get married again. Think about it. You can get married as many times as you like. You know what that means? That’s right, more honeymoons. I know there might be some complications if she or he doesn’t answer yes. But that’s another blog! Admit it, it does make sense. Now the reason I bring this up is because for the past several years I was hoping to get SR’s cowgirl to marry me again with all our kids present. Hopefully all I need is a date and a room in Vegas. This is one project I don’t want to put in our unfinished projects list for too long.