Sunday, June 18, 2017

All Excited Again! or Texas Stars!

Yesterday was a great day, even though sweet Wilma was returned to us, because the couple that had adopted her, almost four years ago, bought a house and are moving where they can't have dogs. Wilma is approximately six-years-old, house broken, great with other dogs and great with children. And seems happy to be back at the rescue ranch.

Tony put Wilma, in the big ally that separates Blue's and Gretchen Wilson's pens, to see which one will get to have her as a fun roommate. And so far it is a toss-up, because she is already become best friends with both of her neighbors.

Wilma is a really super, great dog, so if any of y'all know of someone who might be interested in adopting her, please ask them to give me a call at (830)589-7544.

I have some great, exciting news to finally tell y'all. Our dear friend aka the mystery musician who will be performing next Saturday night the 24th, at the Medina Highpoint Resort, is the one and only Chet O'Keefe! And it is amazing how it all came about. 

Over a week ago, Chet had contacted Tony, on Facebook, telling him that he and his friend, Liz, might be coming to visit us this weekend. We got all excited about it until last Thursday night when Chet called me to tell me that something had come up and they had to cancel.

Then he and I had a long, fun visit and caught up with each others news. But before Chet and I adios-ed each other, he asked me if it would be alright if they came to visit us next weekend. And of course I said, "Yes!" Then Tony and I got all excited again.

So now fast forward to this past Friday afternoon, at the Medina Highpoint Resort, when we ate a delicious lunch with our good friend Jim M. 

Right after I had placed Tony's and my identical order, Craig, their great, friendly General Manager, at the Medina Highpoint Resort, walked up to greet me and in no-time-flat I was talking to him about Chet coming to visit us and what a fabulous, talented singer/songwriter/musician he is and before I knew it—Craig had asked me to please get a hold of Chet to see he wanted to play, Saturday the 24th, at their weekly All-You-Can-Eat Pizza Night.

And after I told Tony about Craig wanting to book Chet to play there, Tony and I got all excited, again.

So as soon as we got back to the rescue ranch I sent Chet an e-mail and then I called him, but got his machine. As y'all already know, I have no trouble talking to people and I also have no trouble talking to a machine. So I left Chet an earful telling him (his machine) all about what had just happened earlier, at the Koyote Grill. And I talked so much Chet's machine hung up on me. Which I am also used to.

Friday evening Chet called me back when he finally got cell service, in Terlingua, because he knows me well enough to know that I'd be calling him back again with another one of my long-winded, one-sided conversations with his answering machine. Which I've gotten to know well. And, that is why I could not reveal Chet's name, Friday night, because Craig and I wanted to make sure that Chet would be available to play.

So now that it is set in stone that Chet O'Keefe will be playing, Saturday the 24th, at the Medina Highpoint Resort, I'm hoping that all of y'all can come out to eat their all-you-can-eat, tasty pizzas, out on their beautiful, huge patio, that has a gorgeous, scenic view of the Texas Hill Country, while you sit back and enjoy listening to some of the best music that you've ever heard, under the Texas stars.

As you can tell I am all excited again about Chet performing next weekend and I'll keep y'all posted as the date nears.

And before I finish writing this I do want you to know that Friday night I stayed up until 2:00, in the morning, binge-watching Netflix's Season 3 of The Ranch. I totally loved Season 3 as much as I did watching Season 1 and Season 2. It is as great as the last two Seasons combined and it is just as funny too. But when one of my all-time-favorite actors suddenly appeared in it—my jaw dropped to the floor and I sat up straight, in my chair, because I could not believe my eyes. It was a total surprise and came out of nowhere.

But on second thought, now that I think about it. My jaw may have hit the floor that night, because my jaw was sore from all of my one-sided conversations with Chet O'Keefe's answering machine. 

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing.

P.S. Here are just a few other links to check out Chet O'Keefe and his music: 

Longmire—Texas Style video spoof

Ode to Cousin Nancy—Chet wrote this song for me and first performed it at our house concert for him on ranch.

The Apple Store in Medina—Chet plays his "Chet Pak" and entertains our volunteers.

Chet opened for our rescue ranch benefit, at the Cailloux Theater, in Kerrville

Friday, June 16, 2017

Saturday the 24th! or Mystery Musician! or The Carol Project!

The last few days have been great and with the help of our friend Aaron we did a whole lot of mowing and weed-eating. And now our rescue ranch looks like a beautiful, manicured dog-friendly park.

Today has been even greater, because Jim M., our great friend/dog-walking volunteer, came out and walked our dogs for us. Many of the others were no-shows, because of vacations, obligations, etc.

Anyway, after Jim walked our dogs we went to eat lunch, at the Medina Highpoint Resort's Koyote Grill. Besides our food being delicious and Tony and I ordering the exact same thing: Grilled Chicken Salad we had a really fun time.

And to top all of that off and "not to let the cat out of the bag" so to speak—I have some fabulous, exciting news, about a certain musician friend of ours who, Craig, the awesome General Manager, at the Medina Highpoint Resort, has booked to play on Saturday, June 24th, for their weekly, Saturday —All You Can Eat Pizza Night!

But the sad news is I can't announce who it is yet, until it is officially written down in stone or nailed down. And as soon as it is confirmed you'll be the first to know who this mystery musician is. So please go ahead and circle the date Saturday, the 24th, on your calendars.

After Tony and I adios-ed Jim, we left the Medina Highpoint Resort and we (I) talked non-stop about how excited I was that our friend would be playing the Saturday night gig up there. And before we came back home we made a quick pit stop to grab our mail.

But Tony didn't have much to grab, from the mailbox, this time, because there was just one letter and it was let's say "puffy." "What in the world is this?" Tony asked, as he handed the puffy letter to me.

I looked at who had sent it and I burst out laughing and couldn't stop laughing, because my good friend, Mari, had sent it to me. "What's so funny?" Tony asked. But I was speechless, because I could not quit laughing.

So the first thing that I did when we got back, to The Cabin, was to take a picture of Mari's puffy, "The Carol Project" letter with her special handling instructions, written near the bottom of the envelope.

Then I opened up Mari's puffy letter, even though I already knew what I would find inside and I took this picture of more of Mari's dog hair, for me to use for Carol's Christmas Top Bun, that I am making for her.

And when Tony saw the contents of Mari's "Hair Package" he finally started laughing, too. 

And that is about it for today. Because I need to take care of a little more rescue ranch business and then wash Mari's dog hair and dry it, in the salad spinner, before I start binge-watching the 3rd Season of The Ranch, on Netflix.

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing!

Monday, June 12, 2017

Mustang Willie!

Oh my goodness! Yesterday was great and today has been too. But before I start telling you how great everything is I have something to tell you about my Little Debbie.

As you may already know Little Debbie is a sweet, one-eyed precious, little Chihuahua that we rescued along with five other adorable Chihuahuas, almost three years ago. And Big Al(ice) was one of those lucky, five, other Chi's that we found fabulous homes for.

Anyway, since Little Debbie joined our family she has been nothing but great and she stole our hearts the minute that we saw her. Little Debbie has become a famous movie star ever since last year, when she starred in our hilarious Longmire—Texas Style video spoof.

Little Debbie is highly intelligent and house-broken even though she hardly ever sets foot outside. So when I say she is house-broken—I actually mean Little Debbie uses the potty-pads, inside The Cabin.  And not to brag—she'll only potties, on a pad, to help make cleaning up easier for us. Which I think is quite thoughtful of her.

Now to get to the point of all of this about Little Debbie, yesterday morning, we discovered that she is so smart and such a fine actress that she almost faked us out. Tony and I were, in the kitchen, getting ready to give our dogs treats and when Little Debbie walked into the kitchen she was limping and holding her paw up like it was hurt. "Omg, Tony! Look at Little Debbie. She's hurt!"

Tony picked up Little Debbie to look at her leg and to see if she had cut her paw or leg and she seemed to enjoy all of the attention she was getting from us and our dogs. "I can't find a thing wrong with her," he said, as he put her back down on the floor. Then Little Debbie raced out of the kitchen using all four of her legs like nothing was wrong.

So, he called her and she came limping back, into the kitchen again, but she was limping and holding up her other paw. Like this:

After running out of the kitchen again, she came running back, but this time she was holding up her other paw and giving us "the sad eye" look and wanting us to pick her up and that's when we realized she had been faking us out. Bottom Line    Little Debbie has a new acting skill and she is really good at it.

Yesterday afternoon Carol, Tony and I went to the Western Edge Cellars, in Fredericksburg and we had an absolute blast. When we arrived a few minutes after Stephen K. Morris' live, one hour broadcast show Spotlight, had already started, on the new, solar radio station TABC (Texas Americana Blues Cajun Music) And he was introducing his guests singers/songwriters/musicians—Lynette and Lefty. 

Stephen waved at us, from the stage, as we sat down at a table, near the front of the stage. Then this friendly, sweet waitress walked up to our table to take our order and then she disappeared and then quickly reappeared to serve us our drinks.

When Lynette and Lefty started singing their first song all three of our jaws, dropped all of the way down to the floor, because their music was so unique, refreshing or better said, "Totally fantastic!"

Everyone in the crowd applauded loudly, hooted and whistled after they finished their first song and the good vibes were uphill all the way till they finished their first set. Their music was amazing and Stephen and their interactions with the crowd kept everyone laughing. 

During their first break, Stephen and Lynette and Lefty came up to our table and Stephen introduced them to us and we introduced them to Carol. Then we started having a fun visit with them and that's when we found out that Lynette and Lefty had two, rescued Chihuahuas that they travel with. And I got to meet them, but I can only remember Gilbert's name. 

Before the second set, Stephen's better half, Eva Robinett, arrived and she joined us at our table, while Tony and I were finishing eating two delicious bowls of pinto beans with rice, sausage and melted cheese. And to top all of that off—the waitress came by our table and she gave all of us some really nice Pedernales Brewing Company beer glasses, because this popular brewing company is one of the sponsors for Stephen's Sunday afternoon Spotlight series. 

So to put our fun adventure, to Fred-Town, in a nutshell "We are now huge fans of Western Edge Cellars, Lynette and Lefty, Pedernales Brewing Company and Stephen K. Morris' Spotlight series and here are just a few pictures that we took. 

Their newest CD—Meant To Be

Today has been great, too. This afternoon, Dylan, the nicest young man came out for his appointment to meet Willie Nelson, because he was seriously thinking about adopting him. And it only took Dylan about ten minutes to make up his mind that he wanted to adopt Willie.

While I was filling out Willie's adoption form, Tony and I visited with Dylan, inside The Cabin, because it was starting to get hot outside. And the more we visited with him the more Dylan impressed us and he reminded us so much of dear friend Ben. In fact, Dylan is a cook and he loves cooking. So Dylan and I spent several minutes having fun talking about how we both enjoy cooking and our love for dogs. 

When we went outside to put a collar on Willie, Tony had found a nice dog collar and attached Willie's dog tags to it, while I was inside Willie's pen telling him about how happy we were for him finally getting adopting. And something must have clicked inside Willie's head, because he looked at me like he understood me and then he jumped up, on the top of his dog house.

And here's a picture I took of Willie and Dylan, just before Willie got in the passenger front seat and took off in Dylan's fancy Mustang.

Late this afternoon Tony went to pick up our mail and when he came back, he said, "You've got to read this. It is a letter from a woman named Julie Smith, in Australia. So, I read the letter and chuckled when Julie wrote she that she bought one of our Utopia Animal Rescue Ranch T-shirts, at a 2nd hand market, when she was visiting Phnom Penh, Cambodia. With a photo of her wearing "my very favorite shirt—I've had it for years and I wear it most weekends and all through summer camping...." So I would like to say "Howdy" to Julie and thank her for sending us this letter along with a picture of her wearing it—with a small kangaroo close by.

And that's about it for now, except I forgot to tell you that Dylan's girlfriend loves Blue Heelers and that she might want to adopt Blue! And I got this invitation in the mail today.

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing!

Sunday, June 11, 2017

Time Will Tell!

Yesterday was so great, because Tony and I were doing so well dieting. But early in the evening, when we went over to Carol's ranch for a fun visit with her & Bill, out of the deck, we totally blew our diet when we got back home. Because Carol had given us two slices of her freshly, baked, secret, chocolate sheet cake to take home with us.

Even though Tony had no idea that he was dieting with me and it was our very first day of officially going on a diet together he and I immediately consumed Carol's mouth-watering cake as soon as we got back home.

And it was well worth it, with no regrets, because it was the best tasting chocolate cake that we have ever eaten. And here's a picture of our two slices of Carol's cake, before we enjoyed devouring them. And please note that I did eat the smaller slice, because that means that I did a much better job dieting than Tony.

Later on in the evening I decided not to beat myself up and feel guilty about blowing our diet on the very first day. And I also decided to relax and read more of Mike Blakely's fabulous, can't-put-it -down, novel Short Grass Song. The 1994, first edition book, that Mike had inscribed and given to his dear friend Tim, because Tim had given Mike the "shirt off his back," when Mike had needed it most. 

Anyway, before I sat down and started to read I stopped and took this cute picture of Henry, sitting on top of our cedar, coffee table, that Tony had made for me over twenty-one years ago. Along with Henry's sidekick, Lori Darlin,' standing in my chair, while sweet Belle watched the ending of a Hallmark romance movie, while resting on my hand-painted rug.

And after I had forcibly removed Lori Darlin,' from my chair, I took this close-up of stubborn, Henry Standing Bear, refusing to get off of the coffee table.

Today has been great. Tony and I started our first day of dieting, again. And so far we're sticking to it. But I am already starting to have my doubts about if we will be successful dieting today, because in just a couple of hours, we're picking up Carol so she can ride with us to the Western Edge Cellars, in Fredville, for Stephen K. Morris' weekly, Sunday, 4:00 - 7:00 music show that he will be hosting. So I guess time will tell. If I decide to tell. : )

Anyway, it is now 1:45, in the afternoon and as I finish writing this post I want you to know that I am taking Mike Blakey's fabulous book Short Grass Song with me today, just in case he shows up, at the Western Edge Cellars. 

Because if Mike Blakely does show up I am planning to ask him to please scratch out Tim's name and replace it with Tony's and my names, but to please leave the rest of what he wrote to his dear friend Tim, because Tony and I want to give Mike one of our size large or extra large, Utopia Animal Rescue Ranch T-shirts to wear for luck. 

And then that will make his/Tim/our book even more valuable when we find out who this Tim is and somehow get to give it back to him. We're talking' priceless.

Y'all have a great Sunday and keep on laughing! 

Saturday, June 10, 2017

In Dreams I Go Back Home!

The past few days have been great. On last Tuesday's blog post I wrote that the sweet waitress, at the Thai O'Cha Restaurant made Tony and me look fat so I didn't post a picture. Well, sweet Eva has sent me a picture of Stephen K. Morris and Eva Robinett posing with us and Tony and I still looked fat, so I cropped it and this is what I got.

And the good news today is Tony and I are going to do the Atkins Diet for a few weeks or until we lose our muffin tops. But please don't tell Tony about dieting, because he doesn't know that we are dieting it.

Last night Tony and I met our dear friend Carol, at the Medina Highpoint Resort, for their Friday Nights delicious Catfish buffet. And also because Hogan & Moss, who we love their music, were doing a concert, out on their huge patio.

The buffet was delicious as it always it and omg, Hogan & Moss put on an incredibly great show and had the big crowd begging for more. In fact, we never stopped tapping our toes to their beautiful music, which is good because I'm sure our toe tapping helped Tony and me burn off a few extra calories.

This morning, I wasted about thirty-minutes of my time Googling on approximately how many calories are burned toe-tapping non-stop. And I found nothing, so if y'all know or can find out please let me know ASAP, because tomorrow afternoon between 4:00 - 7:00 Carol, Tony and I will be toe-tapping, again, at the Western Edge Cellars, in Fredericksburg. Because Stephen will be hosting another one of his awesome Outsider Insider Singer/Songwriter shows. And I want to invite all of y'all to join us there for a super-fun time.

Back to last night, at the Medina Highpoint Resort. During Hogan & Moss' 1st break, Bethany a dear, old friend of ours walked up to our table to say hi to us. And even though we haven't seen Bethany in several years and because we are such good friends our conversation picked up like we had just seen her yesterday.

Carol, Tony and I had a blast visiting with Bethany and we talked and laughed non-stop until Hogan & Moss took the stage again, to sing another great set for the crowd.

Later on, when it was time for all of us to go home, before it got dark on us, we got to have a fun, friendly visit with Maria Moss & Jon Hogan. And it was a lot of fun, because we quickly found out that they are real good friends with many of our great musician friends—such as: Chet O'Keefe, Jim Keaveny, Stephen K. Morris, etc.

And before we all adios-ed each other, Jon & Maria gave Tony and me two copies of In Dreams I Go Back Home, which is their latest, fabulous CD. And they asked us to please give one copy to Kinky, because they especially wanted Kinky to listen to Can't Always Cry, the 2nd cut on the CD. Because this beautiful, unfinished song had been written by the late Blaze Foley and after Blaze's untimely death his daughter had asked Jon to please put music to it for Blaze. 

And that is about it for tonight, because Tony and I are fixin' to go over to visit with Carol & Bill.

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing!

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Mike Blakely! or A Friend Named Tim!

Yesterday we had so much fun, because Tony and I met our good friends Eva Robinett & Stephen K. Morris for lunch, at the Thai O'Cha Restaurant. We have been good friends with them for many, many years and it had been a while since we last saw them. In fact, we last saw them, at The Auslander, but the last time we got to visit with them was when Hans & Marita were visiting, from Norway. And they also have property, in Terlingua, but they live in Fredericksburg, so we decided that Kerrville would be a good halfway point for us to meet. Unless we all wanted to drive out to Terlingua and meet for lunch at the Bad Rabbit Cafe.

Anyway we had so much catching up to do with them while we ate our delicious lunch. They all ordered the famous #4 that Tony and always get, but this time I just ordered their Soup & Salad Bar buffet, because my 501 Levis were about to burst at the seams.

During lunch they told us that Stephen is still hosting his awesome "Outsider Songwriter Spotlight" series every Sunday from 4 -7, but he is now hosting his show, at the Western Edge Cellars, at 228 Main Street, in Fredtown. And he is noe taping the live music events and it now airs on the new, solar radio station TABC (Texas American Blues Cajun music). So Tony and I are definitely planning to go see Stephen's show this coming Sunday. And of course y'all are invited, too.

Also while we were catching up we started talking about great movies (PAUL to be exact) and books. I told them about that great book that I recently loved reading A Man Named Ove and then they told us about their dear friend Mike Blakely.

"We love Mike," Stephen said, as Eva nodded her head in agreement. "He's written 18 award-winning novels and he's up there with Larry McMurtry, James Michener and Marilyn Durham. Y'all would love reading his books."

"Mike is also is a very talented singer and songwriter!" Eva stated. "He's got 11 or 12 CDs out there and his songs have been recorded by Alan Jackson, Gary P. Nunn, Red Steagall, Johnny Bush and....."

"We'll definitely check him out," I said. "I'm sure Sandy & Jon have his books."

After our great lunch and fun visit with our friends we were about to leave when Stephen suggested that we go to Wolfmueller's Books. "We'll follow y'all."

When we got outside, Stephen & Eva pulled their cell phones out and told us that they had asked one of the restaurants great waitresses to come outside and take a picture of the four of us. And about that time she walked outside wearing a pretty, big smile on her face. "Hi, I'm Nancy," I said, as I pulled my cell phone out of my purse.

"Hi. I'm Tory."

"Tory, I want a picture too, if you don't mind," I said. "But please shoot from the waist up and don't make me look fat." Tory laughed, while I handed her my phone.

"Okay, smile," Tory directed. Then she took a couple of pictures on my cell phone and then she took pictures of us using Stephen's & Eva's cell phones. Here is Tory's picture.

And here is Tory's picture of us posing—not really, because she made me look fat and it wasn't her fault.

We had a fun time at Wolfmueller's Books. Jon & Sandy helped Stephen find A Man Named Ove and he bought it. Then Sandy took us over to the bookcase where Mike Blakely's novels were and they had a lot of his books and I didn't know which one to buy. "I'm reading that one right now," Eva said as she pointed at it."It is so good!"

So I took Eva's recommendation and picked Mike Blakely's book Shortgrass Song. And as we were walking up to the checkout counter I opened Mike's book, and said, "Omg, it's a first edition and it is signed! How cool is that?!" Then I thumbed a few pages to find his autograph and chuckled, because Mike had inscribed it to a friend named Tim. 

"What?" Sandy asked.

"He signed it to a friend named Tim. Occasionally, I will go on Amazon and buy a few copies of my used/signed book, by UT Press The Road to Utopia: How Kinky, Tony & I Saved More Animals Than Noah and give them away, because they are a lot cheaper for me to buy than new ones. And I always find it funny when I recognize a friend's name that I gave a book to. 

"Let me see," Stephen said. "I want to take a picture of it and send it to Mike. I bet he'll get a kick out of it." So I stood back so Stephen could take a picture. And when we got back home I took off my too-tight Levis and replaced them with black sweat pants and then I took this picture of  Mike Blakely's book and then I took a picture of what Mike had written to his friend Tim.

And before I finish writing this post I want to wish our dear friend, sweet Eva Robinett a very Happy Birthday today! And that is about it for tonight, because I am fixin' to start reading Shortgrass Song by Mike Blakely.

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing!

Sunday, June 4, 2017

Cruella de Vil!

This week has been a slow week for me. I have enjoyed not having to do a whole lot of ranch work, because I welcomed the peace and quiet. And it gave me time to stop and smell the four-o'clocks, so to speak, even though I couldn't couldn't detect any kind of fragrance from them, when I took this picture of them, near our front yard's gate.

 Anyway, I spent most of my spare time this past week doing some fun things that I enjoy doing. Like writing, reading, napping, watching movies, playing my guitar and banjo, taking a few pictures, experimenting with some new recipes, etc.

First off last Tuesday, we went over to Carol's ranch to visit with her & Bill and before we left Carol gave us a baggie full of her delicious, fresh, baked homemade oatmeal cookies.

So a few days later, while I was grocery shopping, at the big H-E-B in Kerrville, I also purchased the ingredients needed to make some oatmeal cookies, from a recipe that I had found, on the Internet. And this recipe had a 5-Star rating.

So, later on that evening I made a big batch of oatmeal cookies and I was real proud of myself for doing it until Tony and I took our first bites. Omg! We immediately gave my oatmeal cookies a big thumbs-down. Because they didn't taste anything close to Carol's tasty, secret homemade cookies. And to top it off— they were as hard as rocks and pretty ugly, too. And that is why I don't have a picture of my awful, nasty-tasting, oatmeal cookies to show you, because it would make me depressed all over again. So please use your imagination, because I don't want to even think about it.

A few days ago, I decided to take an afternoon nap, because the night before I didn't get all of my beauty-sleep in, because of the stormy weather. Bottom line:   I stayed up most of that night with Big Al(ice), because even though I had earlier given her a prescription "doggie-down" and put on her "thunder jacket to wear and played loud music for her to listen to—she was still out-of-sorts.

So that nap that I was going to take the following day never actaully happened, because when I went to the bedroom to take my nap our bed was already occupied. And Henry Standing Bear, Belle Starr, Little Debbie and Big Al(ice) refused to budge an inch. So I took this picture of them and then went into the kitchen to try to make this new, healthy, gluten-free, bread recipe using these ingredients: dry active yeast water, salt, pumpkin seeds, maple syrup and oat flour.

And to our surprise, because I am so horrible about making a decent loaf of bread—it was absolutely delicious. So I took these pictures to document it.

And to celebrate that I had actually baked a delicious loaf of bread I sat down and watched this hilarious, newly released movie, School For Scoundrels, on Amazon Prime, starring Billy Bob Thornton, Ben Stiller with many other famous actors—while our dog's slept, on our bed.

Yesterday I got a hilarious email from our good friend Liz. She and her sweet husband are the nice couple who, last year, let us film our Longmire—Texas Style! video, at their famous Grey Goose Saloon, an authentic 1880's Western bar. This is what Liz wrote:

....Another thing that I have been thinking about is your black dog-hair bun on your white hair. I know it is not Dalmation hair, but it sort of seems a little Cruella de Vil...."  

And to end tonight's post on a good note, here are a few pictures that I took of Henry on the front porch and him and Lori Darlin' at the front gate.

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing!

Sunday, May 28, 2017

Black & White!

Yesterday was so much fun and it started, early in the morning, when I checked my e-mail. Carol had sent me two notes with a picture attached to her last one. Carol wrote:

"Scout and I can make you one, too!"

Then she wrote:

"I was gonna give Scout a bath today cuz he's getting really ripe, but on 2nd thought I think it would be great to have your wig really personalized. Every time you put it on you'll think of Scout. You'll smell just like him, too.

I love that my friend Carol wants to make me a wig/bun using Scout's hair, but I am not sure if I will wear the black bun, because it would look pretty weird next to my white hair. I mean I love black & white pictures, black & white check patterns, etc. But a black bun worn, on top of my head, would stand out like a green thumb and I know that it would draw unwanted attention to me. 

Later in the morning, before we took off to go meet Carol & Bill, in Kerrville, at the River's Edge Art Gallery, to attend the Hogan & Moss outdoor concert, I talked to Tony about my dilemma, and he suggested, "Well, you could dye your hair black and that would look okay."

"Tony, I can't do that because it would be too harsh of a contrast. Seriously, I would look like a pitiful, over the hill streetwalker. And I could get arrested for that. And I'm too old to get arrested and my family would be horrified and disown me... " 

When we got to Kerrville, we parked Trigger, in the parking lot, behind Wolfmueller's Books, so we could visit with Sandy & Jon for a few minutes before meeting Carol & Bill, down the block. 

As soon as we walked inside their super-cool bookstore, which was packed with customers, Jon, Sandy and Jon's sweet sister Jean greeted us and then Jon started laughing and said, "We were just talking about you and Jean has something to ask you."

"Jean, you cannot have my pretty, pink potholder that you helped me make. It's mine."

"That's not what I was going to ask," Jean replied, followed by a chuckle. "Nancy, I want to know if you would want some of my hair for making Carol's Top Bun. Because this morning after I had brushed out my hair, I was removing the hair from my brush and I thought of you, so I decided to save it, just in case you would like to to use some of it? Then it would be a human and dog hair Top Bun."

After we had quit laughing, I said, "Sure that would be a great addition, Jean. Y'all are not going to believe all of the dog hair people are sending to me right now. In fact, Fay, in Toronto, has already shipped me some of her dog hair, but it hasn't arrived, yet...."

At 1:00, we met Carol & Bill, in front of the River's Edge Art Gallery, on Water Street, just in time to hear Hogan & Moss' kick off their first great song. And before they had finished singing it a huge crowd had gathered around us, to enjoy their unique, awesome music. 

Our good friend, Irene Van Winkle, a fabulous, award-winning author and a top-notch reporter for the popular, newspaper West Kerr Current walked up to visit with us. Then she took off and started taking a few pictures of Hogan & Moss performing while taking notes, because she was writing a story about all of the fun Memorial Day weekend festivities that are going on in town.

After we had enjoyed listening to Hogan & Moss, the four of us went to Wolfmueller's Books, so we could visit with Sandy & Jon and Jean. And after we had introduced Carol & Bill to Jean we had a fun visit.

Later in the afternoon, Tony went and picked up our mail and to my surprise—Fay's hair care package arrived, from Canada and to say the least—I was more than thrilled about it. So I took these couple of pictures to document it.

Across the top of the cute, card-holding-hair, Fay wrote: "Happy Wool Spinning! Love, Fay & Pup xoxo."

I was so thrilled that Fay had sent me some of Ranger's black hair, because the amount that she sent to me would definitely be enough to replace the amount I lost of Mari's black dog hair, which thanks to Henry Standing Bear is now gone with the wind. 

Last night, after I had successfully removed all of the dog hair that seemed permanently stuck, inside the salad spinner, I watched Savannah Sunrise, another great Netflix movie that I highly recommend watching. 

And that is about it for today, because I am fixin' to go take a short nap with our dogs. And please note that I wrote this post, early this afternoon, because I might not be able to write tonight due to some possible thunderstorms. And if we do get those thunderstorms, this evening, I am already prepared to spend my spare time spinning more dog hair, because everything inside The Cabin will be unplugged. 

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing.  

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Flashback Favorites! or Gone With The Wind!

Yesterday was a lot of fun for Tony and me and so was today. Last Wednesday Mari and I made plans to eat lunch together, for two reasons. The first being that we hadn't seen each other for over a year. And the second reason was for her to hand-deliver her dog's hair to me instead of mailing it or leaving it for me to pick up, at Wolfmueller's Books.

Tony and I love Sandy & Jon and I think they would be fine with Mari dropping off her hair package, but after Mari had sent me this note I figured that it might be a little much to ask of them and possibly might become a hairy situation and it just wasn't worth it. And I know that Carol wouldn't want that to happen. Mari wrote :

"Aussies lose a lot of hair in the spring. You'll be surprised how much I'll bring you and yet I haven't finished grooming him yet!


We had a blast eating lunch with Mari, as we always do. We caught up with each others news and spent a lot of time laughing. And I am so glad that we met her for lunch, because she did have a big bag of hair to give to me and it would have been horrible if it had gotten lost in the mail and she had forgotten to insure it.

When we got back home Tony carried in our groceries and I carried in "Mari's Sack of Hair," because I could not wait to wash her Aussie's hair.  

Early this afternoon after we ate lunch, I decided to take a break and wash "Mari's Sack of Hair," in the kitchen sink. And sadly it went straight downhill from there. And I have to admit that it was my fault, even though I wanted to blame it on some kind of cosmic happening, but I couldn't find one.

Anyway while I was washing the dog hair I had YouTube on and I was listening to Leon Russell singing his awesome version of Good Time Charlie's Got the Blues, on Music Mike's Flashback Favorites Channel. And I believe that was the last time that I was happy and smiling while I was working on my "Carol's Top Knot Bun project." Which I've just renamed— Top Bun.

Because after I washed "Mari's Sack of Hair" our sink got all stopped up and it would not finish draining. Not wanting Tony to know that the sink was stopped up, I put a dish towel underneath the wet hair strainer, so it wouldn't drip all over the floor. 

Then I carried it outside, to let it dry, in the sun. And I was totally unaware that Henry Standing Bear was watching me. Because I thought that he and Lori Darlin' were playing, in the backyard.

Anyway, that was one big, hairy mistake that I made and I should have known better not to dry Mari's Sack of Hair outside. I should have just dried it the way I usually do— in the salad spinner. 

As I was contemplating the best place to put the hair strainer for maximum sun, in the front yard, I heard Kermit coming, off in the distance and that put me in sort of a panic mode, because I wanted to unstop the kitchen sink, so Tony would never know that I've been washing dog hair, in our kitchen sink.

As the sound of Kermit became louder and louder, time was of the essence, so I skipped, down the dog ramp, instead of using the steps and put the hair strainer, in the middle of our front yard. Then I skipped back, up the dog ramp and went inside to unplug the sink. 

The plunger only took me three plunges to unclog the kitchen sink and when Tony came inside The Cabin, I was sitting in front of my laptop—breathing hard. "Have you been outside?" Tony asked, holding the hairy hair strainer in one hand.

"No. Why?" I lied.

"You should see our front yard. It's covered in hair." 

"Oh no," I said, as my heart sank and my breathing slowed back to normal. "I washed Mari's Sack of Hair" and I put it outside so it would dry naturally. I thought Hen and Lori were in the backyard." Then we went outside. 

Our front yard looked like it was a disaster area. Mari's complete collection of precious, Aussie dog hair was scattered all over the yard, with strands and little tufts of it flying around, in the air. "Don't worry Nance, what the birds don't carry off the wind will blow the rest of it away." Then we came back inside The Cabin.

"I feel terrible about losing Mari's Sack of Hair," I said. "But I've learned my lesson. When Fay's Sack of Hair arrives I'll figure out another way of drying it."

"Why don't you try using the salad spinner?" Tony asked. "I bet that'll dry it."

Late this afternoon, I re-watched this Youtube tutorial video, that my good friend Cathy sent to me, last week, about how to correctly fold up a sleeping bag. I watched it and with Tony's and Big Al(ice)'s help and Little Debbie watching—we got it rolled up to where it finally fits back inside it's box. 

And as I finish writing this I want to thank sweet Mari for collecting and giving me her sack of treasured, Aussie dog hair and to apologize to her for accidentally letting it be gone with wind. And I also want to thank Cathy, in North Texas for sending me that Youtube video on how to fold up a sleeping bag.

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing!  

Monday, May 22, 2017

Hollywood! or Penny Loafer!

Sunday was great, except that I had a hard time falling to sleep, because of a song that popped into my head, but I'll tell you about it later on, in this post.

The great news is that we took sweet, handsome Copper, to Hoegemeyer Animal Clinic, to drop him off for his fabulous adoption today. We did that so his new family, Diana & Barry, could save themselves from having to drive all of the way out here to pick him up and take him home.

We've met Diana & Barry before, because a few years back, they came out and adopted our sweet, older Beagle—Miss Daisy. Don't worry. Daisy is still with them, but because their two older dogs have passed away, from old age, months ago, they wanted to get a companion for Daisy And also, because they LOVE dogs.

In fact, they love dogs so much, after they had decided to adopt Copper, they showed us several great pictures of Daisy's wonderful life, on their big, beautiful ranch. We loved looking at their pictures of Miss Daisy especially the one of her sleeping, on her bed, after they had tucked her in for the night.

"We always tuck our dogs in, before bedtime, using small blankets," Diana told us. "And in the morning when we get up they are always still sleeping, under their blankets. Our dogs love it and...."And that is just one more reason why we are so very happy about them adopting Mr. Copper.

After we dropped Copper off, at Hoegemeyers, we went to the big H-E-B to stock up on some groceries and I am so glad that we did, because I ran into our good friend Jennifer, while I was picking out some cheese to buy.

Jennifer and her husband Robert, are the super nice couple who recently adopted Hollywood from us. "....How is Hollywood doing?" I asked, as I put a package of sliced Havarti cheese, into my shopping cart. (Tony wasn't with me, because he was outside, at the gas pumps, filling up Trigger.)

Jennifer gave me an earful about how great Hollywood is and how much they love her. "She's the best Pit Bull that we've ever had! Both Robert & I grew up with Pits and seriously, she is the most lovable one that we've ever had. She's great with our grand kids, loves our other dog and we've spoiled her rotten and...."

Then Jennifer pulled out her cell phone and showed me several pictures of Hollywood sleeping next to her husband, on their couch, Hollywood spread out and sleeping, in Robert's recliner, etc. And after I looked at the pictures, I said, "We can't thank you enough for adopting sweet Hollywood from us. I am so glad that I ran into you, because you've just made my day great. I am so happy for all of you and..."

Fast forward to late Sunday night when I had a hard time falling to sleep. It was nearly 11:00 and it was way past my bedtime when I went to bed. And right after I laid down and pulled the covers up this song popped into my head for some reason and I don't why it did. I like this song, but it has never been on my "Top 40" list of all-time favorite songs.

Anyway, I could hear the tune as clear as day, in my head, but I couldn't remember the lyrics to it or who sang it and that started driving me crazy. All I could come up with was, "Penny loafer something, something walk on by. Penny loafer something, something...."

As I lay in bed, thinking about that song, I thought to myself, "That can't be the right words to that song. Who would write a stupid song about penny loafers?" Then I remembered that, at Wedgwood Junior High, in Fort Worth, all of my friends and I wore penny loafers and we loved them.

Bass was the name brand for these popular penny loafer's called Weejuns. And back then if you didn't wear Weejuns—you weren't considered to be cool. Which was totally stupid thinking on my part.

Anyway, I am almost certain that if I hadn't worn my Weejuns, at the debate, on stage, which mostly consisted of me saying, "Vote for Me!" and shaking borrowed pom-poms, at the audience, I probably would have never been elected the 7th Grade Class Secretary. And of course it didn't hurt my campaign that my brother Ronnie was good-looking and pretty popular as was his sweet girlfriend, Nita, because they were in the 8th grade and they and their friends had endorsed me by clapping their hands real loud with hoots and hollers, "We love Nancy."

I do have to admit that Ron & Nita's endorsement and me wearing those expensive pair of super, cool Weejuns helped me win the 7th grade Class Secretary election by an historic landslide: 26 to 22. Because on election day my opponent wore white Bobby socks with laced up tennis shoes, while I was wearing "Smokey" pull-up, seamless hose that were being held up by my new, training girdle.

I am so grateful that I won that distinguished title, because my only important job being the Class Secretary for that year was reading a daily scripture, from the Bible, over the school's loud intercom, before morning classes began.

And after nine months of my morning, inspirational, spiritual, readings, that the nice Principal had hand-picked for me to read, all I got out of it was this small, silver charm with "7th Grade Secretary '64-'65" etched across it. Which I somehow lost that following Summer.

But that little charm, that I had worn so proudly, for such a short amount of time, on my cluttered, clinking, silver, charm bracelet, is the reason why I never got into politics, later on in my life.

Because it was a reminder to me that I had, on a daily basis, had broken the law by unknowingly mixing politics with religion. Which means that if I were to ever run for any Public office today it would undoubtedly resurface and ruin my credibility to be a politician for any office.

Anyway, after thinking about all of this and my early, charmed life "Penny loafer something, something walk on by..." popped back into my head, again. So, I let out a deep sigh and did what I had to do.

Which of course, I immediately regretted doing, because I quietly climbed out of bed, but obviously I wasn't quiet enough, because it woke up Henry Standing Bear who had been sleeping soundly, on top of my newly, numbed feet. And that caused a huge chain-reaction that woke Little Debbie up and made her bark at Hen. So that caused Big Al(ice) to crawl out, from underneath the blankets and jump off the bed. Which then caused Belle to bark and then jump up on our bed and land on top of Tony's privates. Which immediately caused Tony to wake up and growl a few nasty words at Belle.

In between Tony's groans, I half-whispered, "Every thing's fine, Tony. Go back to sleep," as I tip-toed out of our bedroom. Mumbling to myself, "Who in the heck would write a stupid song about penny loafers?"

So I turned on my laptop, sat down and Googled: "pop song Penny Loafer" and I immediately found the answer for what I was looking for—even though it made me feel dumber than dumb.

The title of this famous, hit song is actually Penny Lover—not penny loafer and it was written by Lionel Richie and Brenda Harvey. Lionel Richie sang Penny Lover and it was released in 1984.

And after I had listened very closely to Lionel Richie sing the words of this song, in the wee hours of the morning, in my defense—I still think it sounds like he's singing "penny loafer." So I am now blaming all of this loafer/lover confusion on me being hard-of-hearing ever since I attended that fabulous, super-sonic-loud, Emerson, Lake & Palmer's Tubular Bells Concert, in Dallas, in the '70's.

So now what all of this proves to me is that I've had serious hearing problems ever since that great, ear-splitting concert, because that would explain why a lot of the song lyrics that I've listened to have never made much sense to me.

And that's about it for today, because I need to go take a nap with our dogs, so I can catch up on some much needed beauty sleep.

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing!

Friday, May 19, 2017

We Did & They Did!

Today has been great. This morning our great friends/dog-walking volunteers came out and walked our dogs for us. Eileen also came out and she brought along her two, nice, motorcycle friends, Joe and Lentz, that are touring Texas, on their bikes, because they wanted to see our rescue ranch and to also meet Kinky.

When Eileen and her friends arrived this morning I called Kinky to make sure that it was a good time for him to meet them, and he said, "Yes, come on over." And we did.

While we were having a fun visit with Kinky, he once again told Tony how much he loves the canvas print of Tony's 2009, beautiful photo of Little Jewford and Shalom, down by the creek.

So while Kinky was visiting with Joe, Lentz & Eileen, in his office, I took this picture of the canvas print that is hanging on a wall in the big room. Because it was dark inside the canvas print is hanging on the left side of Tom's portrait and above the photo of Brownie.

After we had a fun visit, inside the Lodge, Kinky suggested that we all go outside and visit on the porch. And we did that, too.

When it was time for us to go back to the rescue ranch Lentz and Joe asked Kinky if they could get a picture taken of all three of them. And they did. 

This is the picture that I took of them when they posed for Eileen's, Tony's and my cameras.

When we returned to the rescue ranch we took off to go eat lunch together with our great friends/dog-walking volunteers, at the Apple Store, in Medina. And that was a lot of fun and the food was delicious.

This evening, weather permitting, we are going, to the Medina Highpoint Resort, to eat their delicious Friday Night All You Can Eat Catfish Buffet. And then Eileen, Carol and us are going to go outside and sit, on the beautiful patio and listen to Hogan & Moss play some of their fabulous music, under the stars or the clouds. 

Carol & Bill, Tony and I are already huge fans of Hogan & Moss music and Eileen is very excited about finally getting to hear them play. So all of us are keeping our fingers crossed that the weather will cooperate this evening and we will get to see Hogan & Moss perform.  

Y'all have a great evening and keep on laughing! 

Thursday, May 18, 2017

Brian Molnar! or A Hairy Situation!

Tuesday, Wednesday and today have all been great. Tuesday morning this super nice couple, Diana & Barry, came out to possibly adopt a companion dog for Daisy, the sweet, old dog that they had adopted from us several years ago. And they fell in love with Topper. So later that day Diana called me to tell me that they are going to come back, next Monday, to adopt her. And Tony and I are totally thrilled about it.

Wednesday we ate lunch with our good friends, at Hippie Chicks Bakery & Bistro. Tony and I were the first to place our orders and we didn't order the exact same thing like we usually do.

Tony ordered first while I was visiting with Denise and Kris and he ordered their new Muffuletta sandwich like I was going to do, but right after he placed his order the chef came out and announced that they had just run out of the Muffuletta bread. So I ordered their delicious Meatball Sub instead.

Their extremely popular Muffuletta sandwich is their newest addition to their menu and it was the secret sandwich that I wrote about, a few weeks ago. Their Muffuletta sandwich that I could not announce was, because they wanted to be the first to announce it. And because their New Orleans own Joe Gambino Muffuletta sandwich is so popular now it is the reason why they had just run out of it for the day.

When we saw Tony's delicious-looking Muffuletta sandwich we all teased him about him being so lucky to get the last Muffuletta for the day. And Tony teased us back about it being so delicious while Les, Denise and Kris raved about how delicious their Rueben sandwiches were. "These Ruebens are the best I've ever eaten...."

After we got back to the rescue ranch Kinky called and invited us to come over for a visit and we had a super fun visit with him and Brian Molnar. They told us about some of the funny things that happened to them, on the road, on their East Coast/Mid West tour. And both of them raved about the "the great care package" that Fay & Ian had given to them before the show.

Two hours later, before we adios-ed Brian and Kinky, Brian Molnar gave us a copy of his newly released Bluegrass CD—Brian Molnar And Slow Rolling Low Old—Paint. And we absolutely love it, especially his fabulous Bluegrass versions of Mountain Dew and Wade In the Water. In fact, we love it so much we can't quit listening to it.

Last night when I checked my e-mail I could not quit laughing after reading Fay's and Mari's hilarious messages.
Fay wrote:
"I mailed the clean dog hair today!"

Mari wrote: 

"I've been brushing my red merle Aussie and already have a lot of undercoat to send you for Carol's hairpiece. How much do you need/want?"

I wrote Fay and Mari back to thank them for sending me their dog hair that is needed to make Carol's tiny bun or top-knot for her Christmas present. And I can't wait to start tracking Fay's hairy package, because it might turn out to be a hairy situation with the Canadian and US Custom Officials. 

And get this—Mari is actually going to hand-deliver me her collection of red Aussie dog hair when we eat lunch together next week. And I am seriously thinking about asking Carol to join us, so she can personally thank Mari for her hairy contribution.

Y'all have a great Thursday and keep on laughing!