Thursday, August 31, 2006


Now that I have your attention...

When my cousin was here last week, I got out the big lard can in which Mother had stored many of her keepsakes; I knew there were pictures and letters there that Pauline would want to see, in connection with her research on our family tree.

I've been through that pile of stuff dozens of times, but this was one I had missed:  It's my mom's handwriting, I'm pretty sure.  But I didn't know she was ever in Wyoming.

Anyhow, the first thing I thought of when I saw the rattlesnake rattles was this:  The man who first showed me how to chord a guitar, years ago, said that if you put rattlesnake rattles inside a cheap guitar, it'll make it sound like an expensive one.  So since I have a good guitar, I wonder if the rattles would do anything for my Gibson?  Or do they only work on cheap guitars?

I don't think anything would make up for my lack of talent, darn it.

My mom sure did keep some strange things, didn't she?

Wednesday, August 30, 2006

A tag from my buddy Russ and my daughter

1. A month before it happens you're told you're going to lose your memory. How do you prepare for it and do you attempt to regain what you've lost?  I wouldn't do anything differnt.

2. How do you describe your outlook on life?  Used to be optimistic, now it's more fatalistic.  I'm sorry, God, but I do still believe and trust in You.

3. You fall in love with your soulmate, decide to get married, and then find out that person is going to die soon. Do you marry them anyway?  yes

4. What are three of your favorite ice cream toppings? bananas, peaches, and strawberrys.

5. Is there one article of clothing you love to wear no matter how out of style it is?  Shorts in summer, sweats in winter.

6. Is there one color you wish would go away in fashion?  Wear what you want; I don't notice anyhow.

7. What's the first department you head to when you go shopping in a department store?  the bargain racks... you know, 80% discount.  Gotta love it.

8. How far away do you live from your parents? How far is Heaven?

9. Growing up, who was your favorite cartoon character? Bugs Bunny

10. You plan a romantic evening and everything goes wrong, including the fancy dinner you burned. What do you do?  make some popcorn and call it supper.

11. What's the last thing you bought at the store? Cliff's prescriptions, at Walmart. 

12. Have you ever walked out in the middle of a movie? never, but I've paid for pay-for-view at home and decided they weren't worth watching.

13. What celebrity do most people say you look like?  I don't think I've ever been compared to a movie star.  Lassie, maybe?  Rin-Tin-Tin? 

14. Is there any piece of jewelry you always wear?  Jewelry?  what's that?  Even though I never wear it, I treasure a "grandma necklace" that has birthstones for most of my grandchildren.

15. Have you ever tried to pick someone up?  never

16. What's the one thing you always manage to lose on your way out the door?  Me?  Lose something?  I can't remember.  Oh yeah, I keep forgetting the pedometer I'm supposed to clip to my waist when I take a walk.

17. Out of all creatures --  which one are you most afraid of?  Ticks, because they carry so many diseases.

18. What's the last gift you bought for a friend?  Wow, it's been a long time; I finally sent something to my friend Sue that I'd bought her a long time ago, but even THAT has been awhile ago.

19. Do you ever buy people things for no reason?  Very seldom; if I do, it's usually for kids.

20. What's your favorite way to spend a lazy summer afternoon?  Riding on the motorcycle with Cliff.  If he isn't around, I like to ride  my horse.

One more thing....

Cliff and I intend to board Sadie at the vet's this weekend and head up to Iowa for the Old Thresher's Reunion.  We'll be pulling the camper.  As I confessed to Cliff this morning, I have become a wimp:  I'd prefer to stay in a motel.  But we'll use the camper this time, because it's the cheapest way to go.  The temperatures shouldn't be too bad.

Now that I know how to put videos in my journal, I'll try to get a good one of the steam engines, which are totally awesome.

It's great fun there.  We might even pay the price to see Mel Tillis and Lee Greenwood (God bless the USA) Friday night.   And maybe Jo Dee Messina Saturday night, if we stay that long.


I found the funniest thing on my computer today!

I went to start, then programs, and saw this:  "Windows digital media enhancements".  From there, I went to "Windows dancer".  Now, I've had this computer for a couple of months, but I hadn't explored all the programs.  So, I clicked on this doo-dad and, lo and behold, a lady about two inches tall began dancing in the lower, left-hand corner of my monitor!

Exploring further, I found out it was possible to download other dancers, even couples.  Right now I have the cutest cowboy in tight jeans that you ever saw, doing the Texas two-step while Iris Dement sings.

A totally useless program, but it sure makes me smile.

Let me try this again

Most of you would give up 43 acres and a home to keep your computer?????

Or any home, for that matter?

See, my whole point was this:  As a homeowner, if you knew that giving up the Internet and Cable TV and cell phones offered you the only chance to keep your house, would you?  Could you?

Things you won't see in my journal

I know I seem to blog about everything in my life, rambling from one subject to another.  But there are a few topics you won't find here.

1.  I won't be telling you how broke I am; something just doesn't sit right with me about someone who pays for Internet service and owns a computer crying that they're broke.  My fingers don't want to type this, Internet-addicted as I am, but this is not a necessity.  And yes, there was life before cell phones, too.  They aren't essential to life and breath.  I'm talking personal use here, not business. 

In 1993 Cliff took a new job and a huge pay cut.  I didn't have a computer then, but we got rid of cable TV, dropped our subscription to the Kansas City Star, and cut out anything else we thought we could do without.  As he got raises, we got our perks back.  Come on folks, it's a no-brainer:  Would I rather lose our home, or give up cable TV?  Which will it be?

2.  I won't slander my neighbors, or make fun of them, at least not intentionally.  There are things going on all around me right now that worry me and interest me, and even some that make me laugh, things I'd love to share with my readers.  But if the shoe were on the other foot, I wouldn't want someone broadcasting my embarrassing moments and foibles to the world.  Not to mention that a person could be sued for libel.

3.  My love life.  Probably it's just my age, but I don't want to know the particulars of anyone's bedroom behavior.  And I certainly don't want to discuss mine where the whole world could read it.

4.  My dirty little secrets.  We all have some, don't we?  I have passed up some interesting memes (the "ask me anything" one, for instance) because there are certain things I wouldn't want to answer truthfully... nor would I want to lie... and if you just ignored the ones you didn't care to answer, it would be pretty obvious what your answer was.  (Is that as clear as mud?)

So, there you have it.  Maybe you thought my life was an open book, but there are a few pages I've torn out, to protect both the innocent and the guilty.

Tuesday, August 29, 2006

One more post (good grief, I gotta get OUT the house!)

Lyrics to a song Iris Dement wrote: 

                                            Quality Time.

She's got a phone in one hand, a hairbrush in the other
and she says, "Life's too short to stay home and be a mother"
She says she can have it all 'cause that's The New Deal
so God give her a hand, 'cause she needs one for the wheel

When he gets home from work, it's well after seven
But he drives a nice car so he thinks he's in Heaven
and his kids hardly know him but they've all got nice clothes
and in just a few hours more overtime he can pay-off that boat

And they've got nice big houses, and they've got nice big cars
and it looks, from the outside, like they're really going far
but there's trouble in the engine and we're junkyard-bound
if some moms and some dads don't start hanging around

When they get around to dinner they're damn near half-dead
so they drive through McDonald's and put the kids off to bed
But they're upwardly mobile and everything is fine
'cause when they do get together, it's quality time

And they've got nice big houses, and they've got nice big cars
and it looks, from the outside, like they're really going far
but there's trouble in the engine and we're junkyard-bound
if some moms and some dads don't start hanging around

They want stickers on the music, they want the laws turned around
They want the cops to run Beavis and Butthead outta town
They say they care about their children, but it's just too damn hard
To turn off that TV or sell off that car

And they've got nice big houses, and they've got nice big cars
and it looks, from the outside, like they're really going far
but there's trouble in the engine and we're junkyard-bound
if some moms and some dads don't start hanging around

There's a whole lot of people who can't make ends meet
and on the wages that they're earning, I know a family can't eat
But I'm talking 'bout people who would sell their kid's soul
to keep up with the Jones', no matter the toll

And they've got nice big houses, and they've got nice big cars
and it looks, from the outside, like they're really going far
but there's trouble in the engine and we're junkyard-bound
if some moms and some dads don't start hanging around

When they do get together, it's quality time

looking for arrowheads

The "dry lot" was originally created for my previous horse, Pleasure Boy.  He foundered on lush, spring grass, and after that I had to keep him in a dry lot, and only turn him out on pasture for limited amounts of time each day.  When I got Blue, I figured I'd manage him the same way; he looked like he'd be founder-prone, with that big, fat neck of his.

After the farrier assured me Blue had never foundered, I started letting him out on pasture all he wanted, except when it was the most lush, in spring. 

Cliff decided that since we have no need for a dry lot now, and since we're finally getting adequate rainfall, it would be nice to have pretty green grass growing there.  If it gets too tall, we'll just shut the horses in until they shorten it for us.  I imagine the lot is less than an acre.

After a really hard rain Sunday evening, I knew that if there were any arrowheads or other Indian artifacts in the plowed ground, this would be the time to find them.  My two best pieces came from this area, when a sow rooted them up years ago in the process of making herself a wallow.

As you can see from the pictures, there were plenty of pieces of flint, mostly chips that fell to the ground in the making of useful tools.  I'll keep looking.


asking prayers and good thoughts please

The little girl doing stunts on the bicycle video  could use your prayers and good wishes.  Mariah has Cystic Fibrosis, and my neighbor tells me that her white blood cells are dangerously high.

Watching her at play, watching the video, you'd really never know she had anything wrong with her, would you?  The only clue I see is that she is very small for her age. 


Music Mambo

I found this over at The Daily Snooze:

1. Name a musician/band or two connected with your state. They could be from your state, have a member born in your state, played a famous show in your state - you get the idea. If you’re not from the U.S., pick a musician or band from your own country.

All I can think of is Porter Wagoner, the man who gave Dolly Parton her big break.  Although from what I've seen of Dolly, she'd have made it eventually anyhow.

2. What’s your favorite place to see a concert? Is it a small club, a large sports arena, a concert hall, an outdoor amphitheater? Tell us why you like to see music in that place.   

I like a hall that's small enough so that I can actually see the performers' faces.  The Ameristar Casino has a great place to see my favorite singers; it's small enough that there really are no bad seats.  If it weren't for the awful late-June heat in Missouri, I'd love going to Van's Warped tour, too.  They really don't have my favorite singers, but there's lots of action.  It's fun to watch the people.

Another pet movie

Sadie the wonder dog

I'm sorry about all the wind noise; you might want to turn your volume down.

Wouldn't it be nice to have Sadie's energy?  That's our house you see at the start of the movie; then the background changes to Marvin's garage, driveway, shed, tractor, etc.  His house, of course, is no longer there.  It burned in December.

Do you feel creative?

Anne, over at Saturday's Child, has begun a novel that we can help write.  In her comment section, simply add a sentence to what's already been written and see what sort of turn the tale will take.  It's already getting pretty interesting!

Monday, August 28, 2006



Marvin's little girl, Mariah, often zooms past the house standing on her bicycle seat, so I decided to get a video of her doing her stunt (on a gravel road, no less).  Watch her closely, and you'll see  this was not her most impressive performance; but her brother, Spencer (I didn't even know he could do this) decided to steal her thunder.  Watch to the very end, and you'll see him take a nasty fall.  He's fine, though.  Before I could say, "Call an ambulance," he was jumping on the trampoline with my granddaughters.

fairy rings, and other things the rain brought about

Fernan commented recently that he'd like to see the toadstools closer-up.  Here ya go, Fern!

Click HERE to read a little about fairy rings.

And click HERE to read an entry I made when my dear Mandy was a puppy and the fairy rings popped up.  Notice the date... it's exactly two years ago; I guess these things always make their appearance in late August.

The Sunday Seven

Name seven stores no good shopping mall should be without.

1.  Kohls

2.  The Jones Store

3.  Barnes and Noble

4.  some sort of CD/DVD store

5.  Topsy's popcorn shop

6.  Sears

7.  Circuit City

Play along if you like, and be sure to leave the link to your entry at Patrick's weekender.


Sunday, August 27, 2006

storm warnings

All our local channels dispensed with regular broadcasting this afternoon to let us know of impending doom:  yep, certain death and destruction were headed our way:  tornadoes, storms, strong wind and flooding.

Cliff refused to watch their dire predictions, so I went into the bedroom and watched from there.  The storm was on a direct path to our house!

When my mom lived here on our property, the word "tornado" sent her into a frenzy; she lived in the mobile home we now rent out, and I'd tell her, "Mother, feel free to go to our basement."  And she did, with her little portable radio in hand.

Cliff and I would look at one another and say, "Isn't that cute?"

So today I watched the radar pictures on TV, and fretted and worried.  I went upstairs and shut windows.  Cliff was trying to watch a movie, but I kept relaying the storm track radar information to him.

Then our daughter called and asked if we were watching the news.  And shortly after, the sirens started.

The thunder got loud and the weather-folks said my town was next; I said, "Cliff, don't you think we should go to the basement?"

Now folks, this isn't a basement like you're accustomed to.  It's more like a cellar.  Our furnace and water heater are down there, but it's a little bitty space with a gravel floor, the size of our kitchen.  When it rains really hard, that basement/cellar floods.

Poor Cliff.  He didn't want to go, but just to make me happy, he agreed.

Of course I had to take Sadie along.  She's never been in that dungeon before, and she slipped out of her collar trying to avoid it.  I put the good-dog collar on her and tried again, finally with success.

So the three of us were in the basement, Cliff asking me, "When's the last time you cleaned this place up?"

I went up the steps to peek out, and saw rain coming down in sheets.

Finally our danger time was up, according to the TV and radio; we came back upstairs.  Cliff was shaking his head and telling me I had mud on both legs.

"OK Cliff," I said.  "Here's the deal:  my mom is no longer here to worry about tornadoes.  Rachel (our daughter) and I must carry the torch."

At least we got another inch of rain out of this.

Rain, sweet rain

After a summer of devastating drought, we're finally getting rain.  One hundred miles to the north, they've had adequate rain, while we'd get 1/4 inch, or 1/2 inch, every couple of weeks.  Our pasture not only stopped growing, but had turned brown and dead.  This county, along with several others, has been declared a disaster area for farmers.

Yesterday morning there was an inch and a half in the guage, and who knows... we may end up with that much today.  Up north, they're getting five inches to our one, but I won't complain.  At least, finally, there's enough moisture to matter around here.

Because of the dry conditions and lack of pasture, the neighbor's mare, Snickers, and her little girl will be moving down south.  I'll miss the baby; so will Blue, her main sidekick.  Snickers is a bully to the other horses and has an attitude toward people, so neither we nor our other pasture renters will miss her.

Friday, August 25, 2006

An old picture

According to my mom's notes on the back of this picture, it was taken in 1920.  Which means that's her dad, a grandfather I never knew, at the wheel.  Imagine six people heading to South Dakota in that little thing, in 1920.  Unbelievable!

I'm so glad I have a cousin who is documenting all these things.

the horses in my life

Robin asked me, in a comment, how long I've had Blue.  In December, it'll be three years.

I've had other horses in my life.  Thirty-five years ago when we bought our first horse, Ginger, she was two years old and green-broke.  Cliff and I were greener than she was.  She was never a great horse, but at least I had a horse to ride, and my childhood dream had come true:  I had my pony!  We paid $75 for her and $100 for her saddle.

We bought another young mare while we had Ginger, figuring the two of us could ride together; but we never really got her to the point where anyone could ride her.  Cliff tried, but she'd sit her butt on the ground when he got on her.  We also bought an ancient, cheap old bag-of-bones we called "Old Gray". and I rode her once in awhile.

My kids were toddlers back then, so I could only ride when Cliff was home to babysit them... or when my parents wanted to have the grandkids over.  Cliff's sister, Charlene, came out and rode Ginger sometimes.  That was back when she was ten, eleven, and twelve. 

I was really getting into my Jersey cows at that time, and between the milking cows and tending to my toddlers, there wasn't much time to devote to horses; so we got out of the horse business.

We eventually sold our little twenty-acre place and somehow ended up where we now live.  I started wanting a horse again, and we called about an ad in the Kansas City Star; that's how we acquired a Missouri Foxtrotter named Lad.  He was a nice gelding, he loved people, and unless a train or a big tractor came alongside while I was riding, he was pretty dependable.  He was not only easy to catch... he'd come running to me.  This horse really loved me!

Then I got a job, and after a year or two, I realized he'd probably be better off if I'd sell him to someone who would give him some attention.  Because I just didn't seem to be able to find the time to ride him any more.  Selling Lad was one of the biggest regrets of my life, but at the time it seemed sensible.

Later, when my daughter was about fifteen and very much interested in horses, someone offered to give her a horse, no strings attached, for her to use in 4H.  We had to have him gelded.  He wasn't broke, but Rachel climbed on him and started riding anyhow.  He was an American Saddlebred, and his name was Buddy.  Rachel showed him in 4H, and rode him around here.  I think I only rode him one time before she decided she'd rather have a car for transportation, and sold him.

Fast forward some twenty years or so:  I started feeling the need for a horse again.  I've always favored Tennesee Walking Horses, and there's a fellow in town who raises them, shows them, and deals in them.  We went to see him and I explained what sort of horse I wanted.

A few weeks passed, then he showed up here and told us about a horse that had originally come from his place, and was now back:  a five-year-old gelding named Pleasure Boy.  When he said the price was $3,000, I told him there was no way we could come up with that much money.  I just wanted a horse to ride around the farm, not one to show.  I didn't really care about his pedigree.

The man had more horses than his place could handle at the time, so he came down to $2,000, and promised me that if I just kept the horse for six months and didn't like him, he'd take him back.  Hey, you can't beat a guarantee!

Pleasure Boy gave me lots of good rides, but he wouldn't let a child on his back, even if you just led him around; he wouldn't cross railroad tracks (a necessity if I wanted to ride down on the river bottoms) and he spooked pretty easily.  Still, I loved him.  He was the most beautiful horse I've ever owned.  But he really was a one-person horse.

So, when I was ready to sell him, I asked RD (the guy from whom I bought him) to find a buyer, and he did. He got the same price I'd paid, only he kept $200 as commission.  So I more or less leased that horse for $200 for two years, plus room and board.

When Pleasure Boy left, I told Cliff, "I think I have horses out of my system now."

That would have been true, except I made the mistake of reading "Seabiscuit".  Something about that book made me want a horse so bad, I ached to have another one.

I was working at the time, so I had the funds.  Only this time I wanted a horse that others could ride, a family horse.  One who wouldn't throw a fit if you put a little girl on his back, like Pleasure Boy had.

I mentioned to a co-worker of mine, one who had horses of her own, that I wanted to buy a gentle horse.  And preferably a gaited horse, although if it were gentle enough, I'd take anything.  Oh, and I didn't want to invest my life's savings.

"I'll find you a horse," Jessica said.

Within a month or so, she hooked me up with a man who had two registered Missouri Foxtrotters he'd sell.  He was asking $1,400 each.

I tried to reach the fellow for weeks with no success; but finally he returned my calls.  And by then, he'd gone down on his price, to $1,000.

My daughter and I went to look at the horses.  They were brothers, a year apart in age.  I got on the smaller of the two, and he seemed gentle enough.

So Cliff and I took the livestock trailer up, and I had to make my final choice between the two geldings.  Both of them were huge, but I figured I'd best take the shortest one because of my knee trouble.  I pondered and fretted, and Cliff said to the man, "OK, if you were buying a horse for your sixty-year-old wife, which would you choose?"

"Oh, I guess I'd take that one," he said, pointing to the smallest one.

That was Blue.  His registered name is Boogy Midnight Rhythm Blues.  His papers say he was born May 15, 1994.  He and I tangled a few times when I first got him home, but once we came to an agreement, he's been one of the best things God ever gifted me with.  He's taught me so many things.

And it's all because of Seabiscuit.

Isn't it funny how things turn out?

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Weekend assignment #126: Where you live

Your Weekend Assignment #126: What is the most interesting thing about where you live? "Thing" in this case would be a famous landmark, a famous current celebrity or historical personage from your home town or county, a notable celebration or sports event -- basically, anything that makes where you're from interesting an unique.

I'm going to go a few miles up the road and choose Lexington, Missouri for this assignment.  Lexington has several things in common with my little town.  For instance, it sits on the Santa Fe Trail and the Lewis and Clark trail.  It's right on the Missouri River, as my town used to be before the river changed course.  All you have to do is click on the link above to see what a historic place it really is.  That's the Lafayette County courthouse above, and below is the Madonna of the Trail statue.

Extra Credit: Are there any books that feature your home town (or someplace nearby) in any way?

I'm not aware of any.  I should have chosen nearby Kansas City; several famous killers from there have had books written about them!

Join in, folks.  Let's hear about your town!  When you're done with your entry, be sure and leave the link over at Blogfather John's journal, in the comment section.

another horse video (Yes, I'm a ham)

Riding Blue

AOL does something with these videos that reduces quality, but maybe you'll get the idea.  I wanted you to see Blue's fantastic gait, called a foxtrot.  Notice the characteristic head-nodding, and listen to the rhythm of his feet.  Gaited horses can go at that speed all day without tiring.  It's difficult for riders on Tennessee Walkers and Missouri Foxtrotters to ride with a group on regular trotting horses, because of their speed; the gaited horses are always out in front, and have to stop and wait for quarter horses and such to catch up.

I don't actually have to use my "mounting bucket" to get on Blue, but it's easier on both of us when I do.

Cliff was in the middle of doing something when I enlisted his help as a cameraman, and expressed some frustration at being interrupted; that's what I refer to in the credits of my little movie.


Wednesday, August 23, 2006

about my mistakes with the neighbor's filly

OK, some of you wanted to know what I did wrong in the video of me and the filly.  (By the way, have I made enough entries this evening?)

When you are working with a horse of any age, you must ALWAYS stop when they are doing the right thing.  In that video, the filly pulled back against me and I quit... as she was doing the wrong thing.  Bad timing.  I should have stopped earlier.  But I wanted everyone to see how well she was doing.

Young horses, like young people, have short attention spans.  It's necessary to pay attention to them, because if they aren't "with you", it's a bad time to work with them.

If you wonder why I'm wasting time on somebody else's horse, it's because she made the first move.  She wanted me to be her friend.

How can you say "no" to someone that cute?

Van's Warped Tour

Granddaughter Amber was here last Saturday to spend the night.  She made this peculiar statement:  "Grandma, I sure hope you feel like going to Van's next year, because this year I went with my friend, and she didn't want to stay long."

Huh?  What's up with that?  Since when does a twenty-year-old girl prefer going to a punk-rock concert with Grandma rather than going with friends?

I have to say I love the experience.  I'd have gone to my grave without ever having been trapped in a mosh pit, if not for Van's.  You like people-watching?  Hey folks, this is the place!  The only reason I didn't go this year is that my knees don't like standing in one spot on concrete on a 100-degree day.

Well, you can bet your sweet bippy that next year I'll try to go, even if I have to stay in the air-conditioned "old-people's-tent" half the time.

Brett, are you interested in going again?  Arick?  Anyone?

Oh, and I think granddaughter Monica might be old enough by then.

It's a conundrum

And what's a conundrum, you ask?  Click HERE for the definition.

In this past entry, I blogged about modern miracles.  In my list, I included aspirin as a true miracle.

Mrs Linklater stepped forward with this comment:  "Unfortunately, heavy use of aspirin may cause pancreatic cancer down the road."  Mrs. L

This sent me running to Google, of course, to see if Mrs L knew what she was talking about.  I found a website that seemed to prove her wrong, and sent her an e-mail that read thusly:  

The aspirin studies linking aspirin to pancreatic cancer were in 2003.  This study was done in 2004.  Typical of medical research, isn't it?  They come out with a piece of info, then find totally the opposite in a year or two."

Then I received an answer from Mrs L.  Here's how her e-mail read:

"Depends on who did the studies.  I don't trust anything done by the drug companies.

I know three men -- two tennis pros and my father, also a big tennis player -- none of whom drank or smoked.  They all died of pancreatic cancer.

I think the jury is still out."

Methinks nobody pulls a fast one on Mrs Linklater. 

Now I am wondering... should I take my daily aspirin, or not?  What say you?


visit from a cousin, and GRRRRRR afterward with the stupid wireless router

One of my cousins, Pauline, is researching the geneology of my mom's (and her dad's) family.  She and her husband came by here to look at some of my mom's old pictures and letters, and I sent a lot of them home with her.  I'm curious to know the family history, but I'm not patient enough to do the digging.  God bless her in her efforts.

Once she and her husband left, I decided to try hooking up to my wireless router.  Sure did sound easy when I read the instructions, but after trying three times to get it to work, I gave up.  My son said it was easy; well, it isn't for me.  I'm not sure what my next move will be.  I wonder how hard it would be for me to contact my grandson's friend, Lee.  He's a real computer nerd; I KNOW he could figure it out.

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

a movie of me and the filly

The filly

Now, I see all sorts of things I did wrong in the handling of the filly today, but that's mostly because I was concentrating on getting a video, rather than what was best for her.  I hope you enjoy the movie.

I went and checked on that job.  Several of the employees there live in my town.  It's a sit-down job, so I could do that.  BUT... it pays $5.40 an hour.  My time with Cliff would be disrupted, and it would be hard to prepare meals properly.  We'd be back on the old he-works-nights-and-I-work-days thing.  By the time you subtract the amount my daughter pays me for watching the girls, and the price of a ride to work, I might net $120 a week more than what I get at present.  Now, if we were in dire financial straits, of course I'd take the job.

But we're doing fine.  Cliff remarked that I usually spend more when I have a job, so we'd probably go in the hole, with no more pay than that! 


Monday, August 21, 2006

OK, about my getting a job

Let me say up front that the chances of my going to work are slim.  As I mentioned, I would have to have a ride to work, plus a back-up ride for times when my main ride was on vacation.  I'd have to have these rides secured before I applied and accepted the job.

Someone commented that they thought I had retired.  I've been retired most of my life, actually!  I've done more of what I want to do than almost anyone I know. 

Do I need the money?  Extra spending money is always nice, but we're doing just fine; and in a couple of weeks I'll get my first social security deposit. 

Let's say everything falls in place and I get hired:  What if I hate the job?  What if it requires more manual dexterity than I possess, and what if those ten-hour days are too long?  (Working ten hours a day wouldn't be bad, though, considering you get a three-day weekend.)

So, if any of the above things happened, the answer is simple.  I'd quit the job and resume my usual life, which is a wonderful one.  If I made it a week, I'd have a paycheck for my efforts, and my country life would go on as always.

I mentioned to Cliff that I'd hate to put my daughter in a bind for a babysitter.  He insists there are babysitters everywhere.  and besides, he'd watch the girls in the morning for free.  That way the daughter would only have to arrange after-school care.  On non-school days, Cliff could tend to them until two or so in the afternoon.

But none of this will likely be necessary.


I saw this ad in the local shopper

Here's the wording in the "help wanted" ad I spotted:


We are a hand assembly facility for a major greeting card company.  (I happen to know it's Hallmark.)

C********* Specialty Products Co. is seeking work oriented applicants for full time employment.  working hours offered are a 4/10's shift M-T 6:00 AM-4:30 PM.  Competitive wage, benefit package, attractive bi-monthly incentive, paid vacation and holiday, good working conditions, climate controlled environment, and music provided.  Apply M-T between 8 AM and 4 PM.

I read this to Cliff and said, "If I weren't baby-sitting the girls, I think I'd check this out."

"WHAT????"  Cliff exclaimed.  "You'd let that little bit of babysitting stop you from taking a job?"

I reminded him that it's unlikely it would work out.  I don't drive, so there'd have to be at least two people from my town working there who are willing to take a paying rider (this place is only 8 miles away).  My knees and feet are a mess, so it would have to be a sit-down job.

When I baby-sat Kody years ago, his mom worked at this place.  I never discussed her job with her, so I don't have a clue about the working conditions.

But I guess I'll go talk to them tomorrow.  It doesn't hurt to talk. 

Patrick's Sunday Seven

Name seven things you'd like to do in the next three years.

Either answer the question in a comment at Patrick's Weekender or answer it in your journal and include the link in a comment there. (To be considered "first to play," a link must be to the specific entry in which you answered the question.)

1.  Pay out of debt.

2.  get a modular home put on our property (but that would mean more debt, wouldn't it?)

3.  buy a new Tucker saddle.

4.  get rid of the unsightly mobile home we rent out, with the five cars they have parked in the yard (two of which don't run).

(One car is at the end of the trailer out of the range of this picture.)

5.  Visit my sister again in her Texas winter home.

6.  Have a nice, roomy new pole barn built.

7.  Get on rural water lines so we wouldn't have hard water problems.


Sunday, August 20, 2006

a meme from my daughter

1. If you could vacation anywhere in the world, where would it be?  In the world?  I choose England.

2. If you could vacation anywhere in the United States, where would it be?  Colorado is my favorite.   Although I'd love to see more of Washington, DC.

3. If you could vacation anywhere in your home state, where would it be?  I always seem to gravitate back to Branson.

4. If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?  With Cliff, it would be right here.  Without Cliff, Colorado Springs, Colorado.

5. If you could live anywhere in the United States, where would it be?  See above.  No way do I want to live outside the United States of America.

6. If you could live anywhere in your home state, where would it be?  That's a no-brainer:  right here.

7. If you could send your worst enemy anywhere in the world, where would it be?  I'm thinking of the last supervisor I had at Kohls..... Mongolia sounds good.

8. If you could send your worst enemy anywhere in the United States, where would it be?  Tennessee.  The buckle of the Bible belt.

9. If you could send your worst enemy anywhere in your home state, where would it be?  St. Louis.

If you'd like to play along, be sure and link to your entry in the comment section of Rachel's journal.


An age of miracles

It's easy to complain about what's wrong, when you get to be as old as I am.  But lately I've been pondering how blessed we really are, in this day and age.

For instance:  When I was younger, I used to get bladder infections and yeast infections fairly often.  Both of those were only a minor irritant, because cystitis was easily conquered with antibiotics; and yeast infections submitted to any of several anti-fungal meds... which you can now get over the counter.  I've often wondered what people did in the 1800's, before antibiotics.

And then there's aspirin, which has turned out to be somewhat of a miracle drug.  Not only will it cure your headache, but it's a safe blood-thinner that helps prevent strokes and heart attacks.  Unlike Tylenol, it won't hurt your liver.  Not only that, but scientists keep finding more things that aspirin is good for.

There are simple procedures that we now take for granted.  D & C's, for instance.  I wonder what the pioneer ladies did when they started spotting, out there on the prairie.  I guess they just kept on bleeding, because I know there weren't any D & C's.  When I had mine five years ago, I was back at work the next day. 

Knee and hip replacement?  I call that a miracle!  And every day hundreds of people are granted their mobility as a result of these operations. 

Got toenail fungus?  There are several options.  I chose to have my toenails removed, but there are other things you can do.  Fifty years ago, you'd have had to learn to live with it.

How about a heart bypass, like Cliff had recently:  Another miracle.  I'm sure his operation bought him at least another fifteen years of life (although I realize the future is never guaranteed, and he could die in a motorcycle wreck tomorrow).

My daddy lost his  mother AND his first wife because they died having babies.  How often does that happen these days?  Do you know of anyone who died in childbirth?

Lord, forgive me for taking things like this for granted. 

I am SO thankful to be living at this time, in an age of miracles.


more pictures of the filly

I had Cliff take some pictures so you could see how really sweet this filly is; I don't know what her name is, but I call her Dolly.

Saturday, August 19, 2006

The Saturday Six

Here are this week's "Saturday Six" questions. Either answer the questions in a comment at Patrick's Weekender, or put the answers in an entry on your journal...but either way, leave a link to your journal so that everyone else can visit!

1. Would you prefer being a small fish in a large pond or a large fish in a small pond?

A large fish in a small pond, although mostly it's the other way around with me.  No, wait... mostly I'm a SMALL fish in a SMALL pond.

2. If you could change one thing about the climate where you live right now, what would it be and why?

I'd never let the temperature get above 90.

3. Do you consider yourself more or less normal than those around you?

Less.  A LOT less.

4. Take the quiz:
Are you right or left brained?

You Are 50% Left Brained, 50% Right Brained
The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning.
Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others.
If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic.
Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet.

The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility.
Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way.
If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art.
Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.

5. Consider the last meal you ate: was the primary course beef, chicken, fish or vegetables? How often is this your primary course?

Ummmm.... it was spaghetti.  Light on the Italian sausage, heavy on the tomatoes.  So I'll say vegetables.  If it were up to Cliff, we'd have it once a day.  But in reality, we have it about once a month.

6. Should men who belong to a religion which permits it be allowed to have more than one wife? In other words, should polygamy be legal on religious grounds?

No.  But then, I'm a woman, so I'm biased.

Remember the Mother's Day filly?

Our neighbor, David, pastures his horse Snickers here.  Some of you may recall how I went out to the pasture the week before Mother's Day and found a Snickers had give birth to a foal, a filly.  Look at the pictures on that link, then at these taken today, and you'll see that her color has changed.  Now she's a bay, like my Blue.

Nobody ever messes with that baby, but she hangs out with Blue a lot, and evidently she has picked up a calm nature from him; she isn't afraid of people at all.  I can put my arm around her neck and hug her, and she loves it.  She'll let me handle her feet and legs.  Today she really wanted to follow me on my walk, but changed her mind when she could no longer see the other horses.

Darn it, I think I've gotten attached to somebody else's baby.


tomatoes from a friend

A lady who is probably my best friend in the whole world (if you rate friends by what they'd be willing to do for you) called and asked if I'd like some tomatoes to can.

"I've already done a hundred-twenty quarts," Carol said, "and I think that's enough."

I should hope so, since it's just her and her son, Doug, living there.

I used to have enormous gardens, and I'd can huge quantities of vegetables and fruit.  When the kids grew up and left, it didn't seem worth all the heat and trouble for just me and Cliff.  Also, I have a problem with a tomato fungus, a blight, that seems to destroy the plants soon after they start producing.  But back in the old days, I sent tomatoes home with Carol by the bucket.  We worked together then, and she'd stay up till midnight canning.

Since Cliff's heart surgery, I buy salt-free canned tomatoes.  I pay a premium for unsalted canned goods, and I figured I'd better take advantage of Carol's offer.

Cliff's favorite food in the universe is spaghetti, and as I was skinning the tomatoes to can, I decided to use a quart of them to make some spaghetti sauce from scratch.  He's out mowing weeds in the pasture, so it'll be a surprise to him when he comes in to eat. 

Friday, August 18, 2006

conversations with granddaughters

When Monica and Natalie and I were at the state fair, the girls picked up some free helium-filled balloons.  Monica's balloon descended to earth overnight, and she asked me why and how the helium escapes.  I told her that when we got home, we'd get on the computer, go to and see.

Then today I noticed some dog doo-doo in the yard that had turned white.  I said to the girls, "I wonder what makes it turn white.  I think I'll check it out on the Internet."

That's when Monica reminded me about the helium question, which I'd totally forgotten.

I found a forum where the white-dog-poo was discussed, but they really didn't seem to come to a conclusion about why it turns white with age.

Then, on to the helium question.  Click HERE for the answer.

I really need to get out the house.

Oh, I do have my cell phone now.  It has a camera, and even the capability to take videos.  I tried both of these options out before it hit me that they might cost extra.  OH NO!!!!

Needless to say, I'll be using my Canon Powershot for pictures and videos until I find out.


Thursday, August 17, 2006

Weekend Assignment #125: Funny Girls and Guys

Weekend Assignment #125: Who is the funniest person you know in your real life [as opposed to an actor or stand up comic] and why? As the assignment says, you can't pick people who are professionally funny (unless you personally know someone who is, in fact, an actor or a comedian). We're looking for the friends or relatives or other people you know who crack you up every single time you see them.

Oh, it's Cliff's sister's husband, Pat, hands down.  We spend lots of time with him and his wife (Cliff's sister) riding motorcycles.  Pat can always get a laugh out of me.  I'd love to tell you about the imitation he does, but some things are better left unsaid.  Anyhow, he leaves me in stitches every time he does it.

Extra Credit: Well, duh: Pictures of Mr. or Ms. Funnypants would be nice.

No way can I choose just one picture of Mr. Pat.  Oh no, you need to see his many facets.

Hmmm, I wonder if Pat and Charlene will be up for a motorcycle ride this weekend.  I could use a good laugh!

If you'd like to do the weekend assignment, be sure and leave a link to your entry over at Blogfather John Scalzi's place... right HERE.

I rode this morning

My grandson has been making sure that Blue gets some weekend exercise, but I had not ridden in over a month.  We've had such a heat wave here that I just couldn't imagine getting out on a horse.  Even mornings have been to hot to enjoy a ride much.

This morning I awoke at 3 AM, and couldn't go back to sleep (typical for me... seems like six hours of sleep is all I can muster).  So I figured I'd get up, drink my coffee, and get out and ride, before the heat of the day.

I headed toward the barn shortly after 5 AM, and it was totally dark.  The moon was peeking through a thin curtain of clouds, and I figured those clouds would make for a beautiful sunrise.  I couldn't see the horses anywhere, but I had an idea where they'd be, and when I hollered, "Bluuuuu-uuuuue", I saw his big form coming toward me.

I didn't realize how much the daylight hours had shortened, and I ended up riding in total darkness for about 45 minutes.  Mark Rashid says horses can see as well in the dark as in daylight, so I counted on that.  The first part of my ride was on the main highway, and we met four cars and a motorcycle, people heading toward jobs, no doubt.  Once we turned toward the river, the only traffic we saw was a herd of deer we startled in a corn field; I could barely make out their shapes in the pre-dawn light.

It sure is nice to be back in the saddle again.

the Jon-Benet killer confesses??

It's probably all over the TV news by now, but I was very surprised to have THIS ITEM greet me when I turned on my computer this morning.

Honestly, I thought this was a mystery that would never be solved.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

Someone to remember in prayer and thoughts

This dear J-Land lady has been to hell and back with her husband and his health issues.  Please keep her in your thoughts and prayers.

And while I'm joining the 21st century....

I'm thinking of buying a wireless router.  Circuit City has one that is $29 after rebates (and their rebates are very user-friendly).  With one of these, I could sit in my Lazy-boy with my notebook computer in my lap, watching CSI while surfing the Internet.  In fact, I could sit in the yard and surf the Internet.

I found several sites that explain the whole process.  THIS ONE seems to explain it pretty well.   THIS ONE is also a good explanation.

It would be especially nice because when my oldest granddaughter visits, she could use one computer while I use another.

There's something about a password that worries me, but I can probably figure it all out.  If not, I'll call my son.

(I edited this entry, thanks to a heads-up from the daughter.)

A cell phone, finally

Those who know me well know that I don't care to talk on the telephone.  I just don't do small talk well, and that's what most phone conversations seem to be about.

Several years ago I got Cliff a cell phone for Christmas.  He uses it quite a bit, especially to talk to his siblings.  I've never really had a desire to have one of my own, though. 

Cliff is rather technically challenged, so he usually has grandchildren add new phone numbers for him, figure out any problems he's having with it, and so forth.  Our daughter has patiently explained certain proper ways to do things with that phone, and Cliff has promptly forgotten each tip. 

This morning I ordered myself a cell phone, and we're getting on a family plan.  Maybe I'll learn enough to help Cliff out of these tight spots.  Or perhaps there will be two of us begging grandchildren for help.  Time will tell.

My main reason for getting a phone of my own is so I can call Cliff.  See, if he's out in the pasture and I want to tell him dinner's ready, I've always been able to call his cell from our house phone... but it's a long-distance call!  Out here in the boonies, any number that doesn't have the same prefix as ours is long-distance.

Another way it'll come in handy is at those times when Cliff and I get seperated in a crowd, whether it's at a big Walmart, a tractor show, or a state fair.

Yes, I have finally joined the twenty-first century.  I'm even a little bit excited about it.

Monday, August 14, 2006

and now, back to the State Fair!

Friday at the fair was the day we used our unlimited-rides wristbands.  The midway opens at noon and goes until midnight.  I don't ride anything that takes me upside down, and neither did the girls.  I'm sure we rode the Tilt-a-whirl a dozen times at least, and we probably did the bumper cars a half-dozen times.  Five years ago, I loved carnival rides.  Now, I can take them or leave them.

We got back to the camper at 8:30 Friday night, and Saturday morning Cliff came to get us.

The girls enjoyed the fair, and it's fun to go with them.  I'm thinking next year, though, I might try going it alone.  I'll sit through entire horse shows and cooking demonstrations and cattle-judging, things that totally bore the kids, and I'll probably end up wishing I had someone with me.  But I'll never know until I try.

Sunday, August 13, 2006

my Aunt Gladys

Today we went to my family reunion... my mom's side of the family.  But since my dad's only living sibling lives in a nursing home in the same town in which the reunion was held, we stopped to see Aunt Gladys.

Aunt Gladys is the youngest sibling, and Daddy's only sister.  Their mother died in childbirth, and Gladys, a very young girl at the time, was left to cook and clean and take care of her dad and her four older brothers.

This lady is one of the funniest people you'll ever meet, even though she's pretty much blind, and, since her stroke, confined to a wheel chair.

I see my daddy in her face.

Dang, it's sad to see the aunts and uncles on both sides mostly gone.

My generation is next to shuffle off this mortal coil.  (That's a semi-quote from Shakespeare's "Hamlet"... click HERE to see the whole soliloquie from which it comes.)

The J-Land Tribute Video... be a part of it!

Check out the J-Land third anniversary video.  Send your picture to Ste, over in the UK, and you can be part of it too!  It's a work in progress.  Click here.  (Watch for me and Blue.)

Saturday, August 12, 2006

is something wrong with me?

OK, I'm sixty-two.  I'll be drawing social security next month.  But I still have my "crushes":

William Peterson

Larry the Cable Guy


Cesar Milan.

Dear Lord, what's wrong with me?  I remember my mom having a huge crush on a local weatherman that everyone knows is gay.  ACKKKKK!!!!  I'm becoming my mother!  None of mine are gay, but I can find no real reason why I love them.  (I do have a gay friend, however; but hey, Toonguy... I don't have a crush on you... honest!)

I'm so embarrassed.


The $5 Sawyer Brown Concert

We girls went to the camper to rest awhile before the opening-night concert.  As we were getting ready to go back to the fairgrounds, Natalie once more had her "sock problem". 

"I guess I'll just tuck you into bed here, and then Monica and I will go to the concert," I told her.

She had a miraculous recovery, and away we went.  (No, people... I would NOT have left an 8-year-old girl alone in the camper... but I heard no more about sock trouble for the rest of our stay, and I detected no limping.)

Four years ago, Monica and I attended a Sawyer Brown concert.  You see, on opening night, concert tickets are $5.

It was the best $5 I'd ever spent up to that point.

In the years since then, I really hadn't thought about Sawyer Brown much.  I have some of their music here, but seldom listen; you know, there's so many singers I enjoy.

So this year, Sawyer Brown was the opening-day act again... another $5 concert. 

At one point, Mark Miller asked everyone to raise a hand who had never been to one of their concerts; about 75% of the crowd raised a hand.

"What?" he said incredulously.  "We've been together now for 25 years!  Where have you folks been?  If you ain't seen us by now, you folks need to get out of the house!"  (I love that, because one of Cliff's favorite expressions is, "You gotta get OUT this house!")

Mark Miller, the lead singer, is so appreciative of his audience.  And when the group sings their hits, it makes me wonder why I haven't been listening to their songs more.  The lyrics are great... like this:

Well I ain't first class
But I ain't white trash
I'm wild and a little crazy too
Some girls don't like boys like me
Aww but some girls do.

Or some that state exactly what I believe:

Daddy worked hard for his dollar
He said some folks don't-but that's ok
They won't know which road to follow
Because an easy street might lead you astray

I'll take the dirt road-it's all I know
I've been walking it for years
It's gone where I need to go
Oh it ain't easy-it ain't supposed to be
So I'll take my time
And life won't pass me by
Cause it's right there to find, On the dirt road

I have lived life in the fast lane
You gotta watch your back and look both ways
When it's said and done the time we have is borrowed
You better make real sure you're headed the right way

Oh, and the best thing?  Kids don't get bored at Sawyer Brown concerts, unless they're under age four.

Sawyer Brown rocks!

Opening Day at the fair

Folks, don't think I'm great because I do this fair thing every year; mainly I do it because I love the fair, and not as a big favor to my grandchildren.  And don't think I'm such a wonderful grandma, either.  The girls fuss, I threaten.  They make messes, I gripe.  Natalie informed me her socks hurt her too much to walk, before we even started to the fairgrounds.  I said, "So, what are our options here?  Either you get along with the socks, or I call Grandpa and have him come and get us."  Natalie walked all over the place just fine after that, no complaints.

There are disadvantages to having your grandma babysit you:  one is that she takes you for granted, and forgets to notice your good points. 

There aren't a lot of food pictures, but that's mostly what we did on opening day at the fair.  I stopped counting after I'd had five $1 corn dogs and two $1 pieces of pizza and who-knows-how-many $1 Diet Cokes.  The girls also had $1 snow-cones, and Monica enjoyed a $1 funnel cake.  Oh yeah, opening day is dollar day, and it's all about eating!

We also went through some of the buildings looking for "free stuff".... a free pill-holder for me, free pencils and rulers for the girls.

Last year, the girls couldn't get enough of the Honeybear Dancers.  This year it was Marcoux Corner.  Honestly, those guys WERE great, although after seeing three of their shows and listening to their live CD about 5 times, I'd heard enough of them.  I'm just glad Monica and Natalie liked them so much.  If you want to hear them, click here.  I sent the CD home with the granddaughters, knowing it would drive their parents and big brother totally nuts.  (insert evil laugh here.)

Oh, the forecast we'd heard the night before turned out to be all wrong:  clouds showed up, and it rained enough to get all three of us pretty wet (but not enough to break the drought).  Some guy at a booth beckoned us over while we were seeking shelter from the raindrops and said he had rain ponchos for $1.  Just what we needed!  Trouble is, by the time we got the stupid things on, the thinplastic was totally torn up.  The girls sat on theirs on the wet ground to watch the alligator show, until it got rained out.  A trash bag would have made a much better poncho.

  Anyhow, the day was cooler than expected.

Chef Landry cooked some great stuff, but I'd read all his jokes on the Internet already.  Oh, and he mentioned he'd bought all his ingredients at Walmart that morning.  Well, the pecans in the dessert were old-tasting.  But hey, it was free, right?

We went back to the camper to rest awhile before the Sawyer Brown concert.

I'm home from the state fair

I had the bright idea that Cliff might as well get us to the fair a day early, so we could get a head start on eating the dollar corn dogs on Thursday by being there when they opened.  So we left Wednesday.

It just happened to be the hottest day of the year, topping out, I believe, at 103.  In fact, when we arrived at 10:30, it was already 98 degrees.

We walked the grounds some, and sat in the air-conditioned Matthewson Center watching the society horse show until the girls got bored.  When we walked out of that building, it was like stepping into a sauna.

Because we were parked next to a source of water, I told the girls to put on their bathing suits and soak themselves in whatever manner possible.  This occupied them for a couple of hours, and also entertained an eight-year-old boy playing under the awning of a nearby camper.

Because we were there early, we had electricity, a rare treat for me at the fair.  I set up a little fan to rotate on both girls as they slept, which helped.  The only other uses I had for the electricity were the camper lights and my perculator coffee pot.  But I was glad to have it!

Forecasts said that opening day, Thursday, would be as hot or hotter than Wednesday.  What had I gotten myself into?

Tuesday, August 8, 2006

I can still do it!

Cliff, the girls, and I went to the grocery store today to pick up necessities for the trip to the State Fair.  Only trouble is, I failed to notice an important item on my list:  BREAD!

There were only four slices left at home.  Cliff needed bread in our absence, and the girls and I would need bread for our sandwiches at the fair.

I have not baked bread in Lord knows how many years, but today I found out I haven't lost my touch.  Cliff is going to be SO surprised.  Oh, and the granddaughters were fascinated by the process of making bread.

Did someone say, "Let's Party"?

AOL Journals' third birthday/anniversary is coming up August 21, and many of us are celebrating the occasion.  I've been journaling a little over two years, myself.  Let's spread the word around J-Land, shall we?

Each of the following links goes to a journal that will tell you more about what is happening and how you can get involved.  If for some reason you don't understand something then email the owner of that journal.


he is making a video for everyone to particpate in!!


Monday, August 7, 2006

Giving credit where credit is due

When I did my entry  down below, pushing this project, I failed to mention where I found the idea:  It was on one of my favorite journals, one that never fails to make me think... Patrick's Place.  A couple of us, his readers, mentioned we were going to do this thing also.  Then I wrote about it in my journal, and two of my readers joined in.  One was Jackie, of Hope Floats

Good grief, girl... you know how to get people involved!  This is a wonderful example of the ripple effect.  I went to the 2996 website and looked at all the new people who had signed on since I had, many of them Jackie's readers.  I was amazed.

Patrick is always trying to make this world a better place, and he's done a good job of it today.

Oh, I snatched the graphic above from one of Jackie's readers, Mandy, of Unhappily Ever After.  I hope she doesn't mind.

Monday Photo Shoot: ICE CREAM

The sun's been hot, it's the lazy days of August, and nothing helps to beat the heat than some ice-cold ice cream. With that in mind, this week's Photo Shoot Topic:

Your Monday Photo Shoot: Cool down with a photo that in some way involves ice cream. Other frozen treats such as Popsicles, frozen yogurt, ice milk and sherbet are also entirely acceptable. If it's sweet and it's frozen, it qualifies.

Also remember that although it's the Monday Photo Shoot, you can get pictures in until Thursday noon.

I had to go back to July of 2003 for this shot of three granddaughters sitting on the porch eating popsicles.  Actually, it appears the two older girls had already eaten their popsicles and were left with nothing but sticks.

I can certainly tell it was taken with my old camera; the shot isn't nearly as clear as it would be with my Canon Powershot.

Anyway, if you'd like to join in with the Monday Photo Shoot, hunt up a picture, put it in your journal, and leave the link to that particular entry at John Scalzi's journal.

The 2,996 Project

This September 11th, the fifth anniversary of that terrible day on which 2,996 people were killed in the terrorist attacks, I'll be participating in The 2,996 Project. The idea is quite simple: bloggers are being asked to sign up to receive information about one of the victims. On 9/11/06, they'll write a post about that person.  The goal, of course, is to have someone blogging about every single 9/11 victim.

I'll be blogging about Lt. Christopher P. Sullivan this coming September 11.  He was 38 years old when he died in the World Trade Center.

There are still many names left, if you'll like to join in on this tribute.

Sunday, August 6, 2006

Another from Patrick

Name seven cities you'd like to live in that you have not already lived in before.

Either answer the question in a comment in Patrick's Weekender, or answer it in your journal and include the link in a comment HERE. (To be considered "first to play," a link must be to the specific entry in which you answered the question.)

1.  Salida, Colorado

2.  Ouray, Colorado

3.  Colorado Springs, Colorado (should Cliff preceed me in death, if I'm still able-bodied at the time, this is where I'll be living once the farm is sold)

4.  Pagosa Springs, Colorado

5.  Grand Junction, Colorado

6.  Alamosa, Colorado

7.  Gunnison, Colorado

Patrick's Saturday Six

Here are this week's "Saturday Six" questions. Either answer the questions in a comment at Patrick's Weekender, or put the answers in an entry on your journal...but either way, leave a link to your journal at Patrick's Weekender so that everyone else can visit! To be counted as "first to play," you must be the first player to either answer the questions in a comment or to provide a complete link to the specific entry in your journal in which you answer the questions. A link to your journal in general cannot count. Enjoy!

1. How many different time zones have you lived in?   Only this one, central.  Which one would you most like to live in?  I've always wanted to live in Colorado... what's that... Mountain standard time? 

2. What is the current setting of your home's thermostat? Not applicable here, since we don't have air conditioning.  Do you adjust it up or down based on the time of day, or leave it at one setting at all times?  We do have a small window unit in the bedroom.  Normally we turn it off when Cliff gets up, but lately, with highs over 100, we turn it to a higher temperature setting (in other words, warmer) but leave it on, and that way the dog and I have a refuge at times, when the going gets too rough.

3. Go to your bedroom closet (or the closet in which you keep the majority of your clothes. Take a quick glance: what color do you see the most of? Blue  Is this color your favorite color?  yes  If not, why do you have more of it than your favorite color?  Actually I didn't realize it was my favorite color until I stepped back a few years ago and noticed that half my clothes were blue!

4. Take the quiz: What kind of house are you?   Take the quiz:
What Kind of House Are You?

Apartement House
You're an excellent multi-tasker, though at times you feel as through you are pulled in a dozen directions at once. Take things easy for a while and try to simplify your life. Maybe subdivide.

Quizzes by -- the World's Biggest Yearbook!

5. Imagine your dream house: how many stories would your ultimate home have?  Oh, I've imagined my dream house so many times!  One story, a full basement, two bedrooms, a study... wait, that's more than you wanted to know, isn't it?

6. Ripped from the Headlines: An underage teenager decides he does not want to undergo a particularly rough regimen of chemotherapy to treat his cancer. With his parents' blessing, he decides to pursue an alternate treatment to be supervised by a clinic that is outside of the country. Should a court intervene and force the teen to undergo the "traditional" treatment? I'm not sure.  How much does the prognosis for successful treatment with the chemotherapy affect your judgment?  A lot.