NOT THE INTERNET ~ JUST ONE DUMB BLOND

To those of you who thought the Internet and YouTube had let us down, have no fear, they are alive, well, and functioning. It was this 'dumb blond' who misplaced it. Here's Bob!

Thank you Matthew!

Wanted to post the original by Bob, but can't find it on YouTube. That could be YouTube or it could be me, I probably had a little too much fun in the sun today. I'm wiped out. Anyway...enjoy Norah. 

PANDORA

Yesterday, Pandora Radio reminded me of one of my favorite songs.

I wanted to name my first daughter Ophelia. I got vetoed, probably because I had already named a cat Ophelia. Anyway...first daughter has a weird name, it's just not Ophelia. Probably a good thing.


Enjoy. The Band and Ophelia.

LIFE

I've been having a hard time writing lately. Apparently, the 'muse' has abandoned me. Probably need some time 'neck deep' in salt water or something. Probably need to have my head examined. (Daddy used to say that all the time.) Anyway...they (whoever they are, the experts I guess) say, when your stuck, try something different. So on this sullen, sunless, Sunday in a somewhat silly and simplistic mood, I decided to write some poetry. Are you laughing yet? Hold on just a little bit longer, you most likely, will be.


Never cheat on your memories
Never live a lie
Never love someone falsely
Don't be afraid to die


Speak for the truth
Protect what is right
Give to the future
Stand up to the fight


Don't break a confidence
Treat others with care
Give more than you take
Be not afraid to share


Go where you're sent
Do what you must
Find meaning in life
Are you still afraid to trust?


Dance like you're dying
Sing to no one
Step out on the ledge
Let yourself feel the world crying


Don't tell your secrets
Least they break your tender heart
Try to be better  


What I like best about poetry is that punctuation CAN be arbitrary. For me punctuation is ALWAYS arbitrary. WHEN I'm famous and someone finds this poem, they will think how clever was it that my only form of punctuation was that one question mark. I'll bet whole dissertations will be written on my silly, sullen, simplistic punctuation is this most interesting poem. Or, maybe not.


Anyway...listen to this. I wasn't going to post this song as another blogger so recently posted it on their space, and I fear to seem unoriginal. BUT, I like it Personally I don't like Warren so I decided 'what Merle says' and posted it anyway. In an effort to be fair Warren made some good music, he just was not 'one of the good guys' in his personal life. I had never heard this song before it appeared on the aforementioned (isn't that a cool word) blog. I do like it.

HELP

Go on click on that song and listen to Waylon while you read this post,maybe it will help put you in the mood.

I'm at my wits end about something. For those of you thinkin' well, FAE we all know, that for you, that's a short trip. You're right. Regardless, I need some help. As I'm pondering my dilemna, I thought I'm going to turn to my Internet Buddies and see if there is anybody out there who can help me out, or at least help me spread the word.


HERE'S THE DEAL ~ Don't know if I ever talked about this in my blog but I used to breed and raise horses. When I left for the Caribbean I had to leave five of 'em behind. Thank goodness for good friends and family.


Over the course of my two years down in the islands, with the help of my daughter, I've sold two and given one away. The two I sold went to good homes were they will be loved, and better, used. The one I gave away, went to the best home.  A friend who is one of a dying breed, one of the last of the real deal American cowboys. It was fitting as this horse was the real deal also. One of a dying breed. An honest to goodness wild mustang stolen off the free (or at least what used to be free) range of the American West. That stealing was NOT done by me. But, I digress from my real mission here. You're all probably a lot better at math than I am, so you already know I have two horses left. One of those horses - Frenchman's Baby, is my personal horse. She is hopefully enjoying life on thousands of acres in Idaho at the place of a good friend. I know it's foolish, but I just ain't ready to part with that part of my life, just yet. It's the second horse I need help with.


His name is 'Smokey'. Smokey is a well bred American Quarter Horse. I bought him as a stud and we bred him successfully on a number of occasions. Unlike what most people believe about 'stud horses' he's a sweetheart. He would come when I called his name, even when he broke out of his little pasture and was visiting his harem. Highly unusual. I personally did the 'ground work' on this horse. (Are you impressed? Do you know what that means? Basically, it means I spent hours and hours in a round pen chasing him around with a buggy whip, then getting him to come to me on his own. All the necessary work to get him ready to be under saddle. Impressed now? And you guys thought I was some 'dumb blond bimbo' - that's only when it comes to the computer/Internet.) Anyway...I need to sell this horse.


Smokey has been at my daughter's (She's the REAL horse trainer - the one who is brave enough to get on that thousand pounds of ornery blood, guts and muscle, while she helps him learn to be a 'gentleman'.) and now she is moving. Her house sold and she has to be out by March 23,2012. Smokey needs a new home.


Here's the link to the ad she posted on Craig's list:


http://eastidaho.craigslist.org/grd/2900752697.html



The bottom fell out of the 'horse business' along with everything else. I and my daughter had no choice but to get out of the breeding business. Smokey has been gelded, but that only serves to make him a better 'riding' horse. The price is less than half of what I paid for him and if you look at his pedigree, a real deal. (I can send you a copy of his 'paper' so you can see his pedigree, if you like. Email me.)


Smokey is in Ririe, Idaho. That's about 15 miles outside of Idaho Falls (southeast Idaho to be exact). He can be shipped anywhere in the US and my daughter can help you with that.


Daughter and I are the 'real deal' also. Genuine American West Cowgirls. I was raised in Chicago, but don't let that fool you. Daughter was raised in Colorado and Idaho and literally grew up on the back of a horse. Now of course, I'm prejudiced, but my daughter is one of the finest hose trainers around. Truth be told, if you want a good riding horse, get one that has been 'broke' and trained by a woman. The reason being; a cowboy breaks horses by riding the buck out of 'em and he trains mostly with muscle. That option simply doesn't work for most cowgirls. They break horses with love and a whole lot of logic and train the same way. Horses are some of the smartest creatures around. If you show them what you want and then ask real nice, they can't help but want to please you. All that said, if you meet my daughter, she'll want to shake your hand, be careful. I've seen grown men wince under that little girls grip. It's ain't about muscle, but you still gotta hang on.


If you're interest in a fine riding horse and one of the best companions you'll ever have. Text my daughter at the number given in the Craig's List ad. If you know of someone who might be interested send them here for a 'look see'. 


I use a figure of speech in my blog all the time; 'you know me' referring to the fact that most of you know that I'm goofy. I realize you don't know me at all, so I want to tell you something. Believe it or not, I am the real deal. I'm honest as the day is long and it's breaking my heart to sell off this piece of my life. Sometimes 'A Gal's gotta do, what a Gal's gotta do'. Neither my daughter or I have ever been horse traders. We're both honest to goodness real American Cowgirls who have been breeding and training some nice horses. We won't lie to you. Smokey is not 'FINISHED' he still needs some work, especially for someone who is more of a novice rider, but like the ad says 'all the hard stuff is done', and like the ad also says he has been rode and used.


It's hard for me to ask for help. I was raised to do the right thing, or die trying. I'm dying here. I'm hoping you guys can help me spread the word and find the right home for Smokey. Most important is that he goes to a good home that will love him and use him. All any horse needs, as a matter a fact all any cowboy or cowgirl needs is a job, and their happy. We all gotta have something to do. Something we're good at. Second to finding Smokey a good home, is the fact that I really need the money.


A little bit of 'cowboy logic' and 'sound advice'. Like Waylon's been telling you 'don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys/cowgirls'. The world doesn't have much use for us anymore. I have got to be one of the luckiest people in the world that my fortune allowed me to associate with some of the finest, most honest, genuine people in the world. The cowboys and cowgirls of the American West. I don't care where you look or what you say, some of these folks have literally given me the shirt off their backs and the hats off their heads, there simply ain't no better.


I may be onto the 'next adventure' but my heart will always be running right next to my herd. I'm standing here with my hat in my hand hoping for a leg up. all you need to do for me is send anyone you know this way. I sure would appreciate it.

It really is time to put a new post up, but I don't have anything to say. Listen to this instead of listening to me.

 I had never heard of this guy until a few months ago. Thank you Stephen. Not only some good music, but I really like this video.

FRIENDS

Today some friends from Idaho came for a visit. It was a good visit. They came on the Cruise ship that is here for the DAY. I met them at the dock and took them around the island. We had lunch at one of my favorite restaurants, a little more sight seeing, showed them the new place and took them back to the ship. It was short and sweet. A great visit. Since I was at the west end of the island, I thought 'why not enjoy the sunset at my favorite beach bar and grill 'Rhythms'. A good day, even if I was completely out of touch.


Enjoyed the day with these friends. They used to think I was nuts, now they're convinced.


Time to get those 80's Disco Divas out of town. (not my friends, but the last two musical selections Gloria and Patti)

INSECURE WRITERS SUPPORT GROUP - NEW ATTITUDE

It’s that time of the month again, first Wednesday of the month. Insecure Writer’s Support Group or IWSG or, if you’re me ISWG (did I ever mention that I’m slightly dyslexic). Anyway…this month, I’m with Patti…

Maybe this has something to do with it.

Yeah, that’s my new writing space, in the new house. What a difference a month makes.

Space is important. The space you write in. The space in your head. The space you give your writing. The space you give yourself.

Sometimes a little space away from your work is a really good thing. Take time to give yourself space. Step back, take a different perspective. Whatever you’re doing it should be fun, when it turns into ‘work’ it might be time for a different space altogether.

Always, always, always be good to yourself. Your writing will improve if you are and so will you.

If it makes you feel any better, today in the tropics, the rain is coming down in sheets. Now, go on over and click on the IWSG Badge and visit some other spaces and see what advice they have for you.

I Survived

Just in case you’ve been wondering where I’ve been, I’ve been in the process of moving. And I survived. I promised pictures of the new place, but currently it looks like my life exploded inside this place, maybe later in the week.

What I’m wondering is how did I accumulate so much junk. I moved to the Caribbean two years ago with two large suitcases, one carry-on, my laptop and a clock radio. The move took between five to seven car loads. The new landlord even came by to pick up a chair and ottoman that I couldn’t fit in the car.

I have decided the next move will be to a boat, that way all the junk cannot come along.

Here are two pictures.

This one is of the ceiling in my bedroom. I thought it looked cool.

This one is of the 'huge' French Doors into the dining room from the deck. I took it from the pool. Yes, I have a pool. It's the Caribbean!