As Leisa, Trigger and I drove around looking for Lexie, we heard Kermit coming into the rescue ranch, and then the dogs started barking again—then a few minutes later, they suddenly quit barking. “Nance, this is Tony,” Tony said. “Are you there? Let me know if you can hear me.”
I started laughing, picked up my walkie talkie and said, “Hi Tone, we can hear you.” Then I started laughing, again.
“What’s so funny?” Tony asked.
“Are you aware, that when you and me use our walkie talkies, we always say who we are, before talking? It’s dumb. We’re the only ones using them, and we ought to know who is calling who!” Then I started laughing again.
Leisa cracked up laughing. As we heard Rick laughing in the background, Tony laughed and then said, “You’re right! I never thought about it before. Y’all need to get back over here—we got Lexie back into her pen and she is soaking wet. She definitely went for a swim, and when she returned to the rescue ranch, she came right up to me. I didn’t have a leash on me, so Rick took off his belt, and used it as a leash to get her back into her pen with Bob Dylan.”
“That’s great, Tony! We’re on our way, now! See you in a minute.” I said. “This is Nancy signing off— over and out.”
When we arrived back at the rescue ranch, Rick and Leisa started walking our dogs, and Tony and I returned to our trailer. Later in the day, around two-thirty, as I was writing Barack Obama my very first e-mail letter, encouraging him to please think about adopting a dog from a shelter, for his two girls—when the man on the Weather Channel, announced that there was a category four hurricane near Cuba, and her name was Paloma! Then my dogs started barking—as Leisa and Rick came into our front yard. I went outside to the front porch.“We’re talking hurricane—y’all! Her name is Paloma, and she’s already a category four! And she’s near Cuba!”
“What?” Rick said. “You’re kidding us!”
“Nope. Y’all come on in here, and I’ll prove it. We’re talking a four with a hundred and seventy-four mile an hour winds— and she’s near the Gulf!”
They came inside. As the weatherman was talking about traveling conditions—we got on the internet, and went to www.stormpulse.com to check out Paloma. Rick was studying the map, the weather conditions, etc. when I said. “Do y’all realize that everytime that y’all have come up here to visit us—there is a hurricane happening?" They laughed and then agreed with me.
Within an hour, we learned that Paloma had moved east—away from the Gulf, while I was introducing Leisa and Rick to samples of Miles of Chocolate! They are chocolate lovers, and they could not believe how great it was—they were hooked on it! After that, Rick and Tony took off in Kermit, to go sightseeing. Leisa and I visited in the kitchen, while I cooked up some okra and a corn casserole for our ‘lunch-dinner’—linner or dunch?
At five-thirty, Rick took over my kitchen, to prepare dinner for all of us—fresher than fresh—Tuna steaks! I asked him to please show me how to cook them, and he did, and we all thought his Tuna steaks were absolutely delicious! After linner or dunch, we had a fun visit in Outer Space. Because we were all pretty tired from a busy day, they went to the cabin around sevenish, and Tony and I were sleeping like babies in bed, by eightish.
The next morning, I was up by five-thirty, so after doing my morning chores, I did some more paperwork. Tone took off for the Old Timer at six-forty-five. Leisa and Rick showed up at the trailer around seven-fifteen! We visited and drank coffee, as I cooked our breakfast. Tony showed up about a quarter to eight—from the Old Timer. Perfect timing!
We decided to eat our breakfast, outside on the porch, so we could watch the many colorful birds and the deer. “Cousin Nancy,” Rick said. “Leisa and I have been here twice, now, and we want y’all to come down there and visit us. It’s your turn to go on a vacation.”
At nine-thirty, after loading up Rick and Leisa, with some of Ben’s and Miles’ delicious pear bread, along with a few baggies of their famous Miles of Chocolate, that Ben had given to me for my birthday, we shook hands and hugged Leisa and Rick, and then we said our goodbyes to one another. Then they took off for Port A. Tony and I just love Leisa and Rick! They are two great people, and T. and me count them as good friends!
Tony and I are already planning to take another one of our famous ‘twenty-four hours or less vacations.’ We plan to go down to Port Aransas pretty soon, so we can visit Leisa and Rick, and see Pete and Kelly. I can’t wait!
Early Sunday evening, around five-thirty, just before dark, before Kinky had returned to the ranch, from Washington D.C.—we had an incredibly great dog adoption! I couldn’t believe that...
To Be Continued, Again...
Monday, November 10, 2008
Sunday, November 9, 2008
Port-A Slumber Party!
Friday, Tone and I had to go to Kerrville to run some errands and to get some groceries. On our way back home, when we turned off of Highway 16, with just two and a half miles more to go, we started eating dust, from a tan pickup, when we reached the dirt road. “I’ll bet you five dollars, that is Leisa and Rick in front of us,” Tony remarked.
“Okay, I’ll take your bet, and since you’re driving, we don’t have to shake on this one,” I said. “I’m sure that Leisa’s truck is dark green.” Tony then slowed down Buttermilk, because we could barely see the road in front of us—because of the dust filled air. After we crossed Echo Hill’s cattle guard, we watched the tan truck turn right onto our road, and then stop at our closed gate! Then we made the turn, and then Rick jumped out of Leisa’s tan pickup—waving at us!
Tony clicked the gate opener, Leisa backed up a little, and then we followed them into the rescue ranch. Tony laughed. “You owe me five dollars!”
“No, I don’t,” I teased. “We didn’t shake on it.” And, then I laughed. Before we reached the trailer, I handed T. a personal check for five dollars—and he took it!
“Hello Cousin Nancy and Tony!” Rick said, as we all hugged and shook hands. It took less than ten minutes for them to unpack the truck—and then our weekend slumber party commenced! I wish that Kinky could have been here for it, but he was in D.C.
At four o’clock, we were in the kitchen, laughing and catching up with each other’s news, when Rick declared, “It’s party time!” He then opened the refrigerator door, and pulled out a very expensive bottle of champagne! Tony opened up a cabinet, next to the sink, and pulled out four of our finest, Wal Mart light blue glasses—that only cost a dolllar each! Rick then goes outside, and popped the cork, on our front porch—which instantly caused every dog at the rescue ranch, to start barking!
As the dogs howled outside—we settled down in Outer Space! “Rick,” I said. “I’m wondering, if anybody makes champagne in a box? This is good stuff.”
Rick laughed, as he shook his head no. We then made a toast, but I can’t remember it. We spent the entire evening laughing non-stop, because Rick is so funny, and from Ft. Worth, too! We stayed up way past Tony’s and my bedtime—but it was worth it—I’m sure I lost at least a pound from laughing!
Saturday morning, after we ate breakfast, Tony went to feed the dogs, and to help clean the dog pens with Aaron, and the three of us went back into Outer Space, and visited some more. When T. was done, he and Rick announced that they were fixing to go look for arrowheads.
Not knowing what fate was fixing to do, I said, “Tony let’s get our walkie talkies, and use them—just in case something happens.” After we turned on our walkie talkies to channel sixteen, Tony and Rick drove off in Kermit—in a cloud of caliche dust. Leisa took off to go visit our dogs, and to walk a few. I came inside, and returned a few phone calls and e-mails.
As I was putting our clothes into the dryer, the dogs outside began barking non-stop and then our dogs cranked up, too! I knew something was wrong, so I grabbed my walkie talkie, and carefully descended the front porch steps, to find Lexie running happily, from one pen to another—with Leisa chasing after her! I was skipping, as fast as I could, towards Leisa, as Lexie flew past me, in a state of glee—headed towards my dogs in the front yard! She was having fun!
When I caught up with Leisa, I was out of breath—because, that’s a long way to skip for someone that’s fifty-seven years old. “Nancy, I am so sorry,” Leisa exclaimed, all upset. “I was in her pen, and then I left it to go get a leash. When I returned to her pen, she escaped, as I was trying to put a least on her! I am so sorry. I fell terrible about this.”
“Don’t worry Leisa. I feel really terrible, too,” I said, as I gasped for air. “I’m pretty sure that I just set a new skipping record for myself! Whew! Thank goodness, I took that extra aspirin this morning.” Then I started laughing! “Leisa, please don’t feel bad, this happens, at least once a week, out here. It is no big deal. I promise. Let’s go catch Lexie!” I wheezed.
As Lexie was teasing my dogs, I said, “Leisa, please go close the front gate, it’s at the top, and I will try to go catch Lexie. Leisa jumped into her tan truck and took off for the gate, as I slowly skipped towards Lexie!
By the time I reached our front yard, Lexie had hightailed it down to the creek below us, even though I didn’t see her go there, I knew she had gone there, because all of my dogs had quieted down, because she was now out of sight. I then racewalked over to Trigger, and jumped inside and took off.
When I pulled up to our ranch gate—it was still open, and Leisa was standing on her tiptoes looking at the box, trying to figure out how to close the gate! “Leisa, Lexie has gone down to the creek! Jump in!” Leisa jumped into Trigger and we took off! “Tony, this is Nancy! Lexie got out of her pen, and Leisa and I are headed over to the creek—right now!”
“What?” Tony said. I repeated myself. “Nance, she’s gonna be fine,” Tone said. “She’ll come back. She just wants to go swimming.”
“We’re driving past the dump, right now,” I said. “I think y’all need to come over here, and help us catch her! And guess what? I just set a new skipping record for myself!”
“That’s great, Nance. Rick and I are headed y’all’s way...”
To Be Continued...
“Okay, I’ll take your bet, and since you’re driving, we don’t have to shake on this one,” I said. “I’m sure that Leisa’s truck is dark green.” Tony then slowed down Buttermilk, because we could barely see the road in front of us—because of the dust filled air. After we crossed Echo Hill’s cattle guard, we watched the tan truck turn right onto our road, and then stop at our closed gate! Then we made the turn, and then Rick jumped out of Leisa’s tan pickup—waving at us!
Tony clicked the gate opener, Leisa backed up a little, and then we followed them into the rescue ranch. Tony laughed. “You owe me five dollars!”
“No, I don’t,” I teased. “We didn’t shake on it.” And, then I laughed. Before we reached the trailer, I handed T. a personal check for five dollars—and he took it!
“Hello Cousin Nancy and Tony!” Rick said, as we all hugged and shook hands. It took less than ten minutes for them to unpack the truck—and then our weekend slumber party commenced! I wish that Kinky could have been here for it, but he was in D.C.
At four o’clock, we were in the kitchen, laughing and catching up with each other’s news, when Rick declared, “It’s party time!” He then opened the refrigerator door, and pulled out a very expensive bottle of champagne! Tony opened up a cabinet, next to the sink, and pulled out four of our finest, Wal Mart light blue glasses—that only cost a dolllar each! Rick then goes outside, and popped the cork, on our front porch—which instantly caused every dog at the rescue ranch, to start barking!
As the dogs howled outside—we settled down in Outer Space! “Rick,” I said. “I’m wondering, if anybody makes champagne in a box? This is good stuff.”
Rick laughed, as he shook his head no. We then made a toast, but I can’t remember it. We spent the entire evening laughing non-stop, because Rick is so funny, and from Ft. Worth, too! We stayed up way past Tony’s and my bedtime—but it was worth it—I’m sure I lost at least a pound from laughing!
Saturday morning, after we ate breakfast, Tony went to feed the dogs, and to help clean the dog pens with Aaron, and the three of us went back into Outer Space, and visited some more. When T. was done, he and Rick announced that they were fixing to go look for arrowheads.
Not knowing what fate was fixing to do, I said, “Tony let’s get our walkie talkies, and use them—just in case something happens.” After we turned on our walkie talkies to channel sixteen, Tony and Rick drove off in Kermit—in a cloud of caliche dust. Leisa took off to go visit our dogs, and to walk a few. I came inside, and returned a few phone calls and e-mails.
As I was putting our clothes into the dryer, the dogs outside began barking non-stop and then our dogs cranked up, too! I knew something was wrong, so I grabbed my walkie talkie, and carefully descended the front porch steps, to find Lexie running happily, from one pen to another—with Leisa chasing after her! I was skipping, as fast as I could, towards Leisa, as Lexie flew past me, in a state of glee—headed towards my dogs in the front yard! She was having fun!
When I caught up with Leisa, I was out of breath—because, that’s a long way to skip for someone that’s fifty-seven years old. “Nancy, I am so sorry,” Leisa exclaimed, all upset. “I was in her pen, and then I left it to go get a leash. When I returned to her pen, she escaped, as I was trying to put a least on her! I am so sorry. I fell terrible about this.”
“Don’t worry Leisa. I feel really terrible, too,” I said, as I gasped for air. “I’m pretty sure that I just set a new skipping record for myself! Whew! Thank goodness, I took that extra aspirin this morning.” Then I started laughing! “Leisa, please don’t feel bad, this happens, at least once a week, out here. It is no big deal. I promise. Let’s go catch Lexie!” I wheezed.
As Lexie was teasing my dogs, I said, “Leisa, please go close the front gate, it’s at the top, and I will try to go catch Lexie. Leisa jumped into her tan truck and took off for the gate, as I slowly skipped towards Lexie!
By the time I reached our front yard, Lexie had hightailed it down to the creek below us, even though I didn’t see her go there, I knew she had gone there, because all of my dogs had quieted down, because she was now out of sight. I then racewalked over to Trigger, and jumped inside and took off.
When I pulled up to our ranch gate—it was still open, and Leisa was standing on her tiptoes looking at the box, trying to figure out how to close the gate! “Leisa, Lexie has gone down to the creek! Jump in!” Leisa jumped into Trigger and we took off! “Tony, this is Nancy! Lexie got out of her pen, and Leisa and I are headed over to the creek—right now!”
“What?” Tony said. I repeated myself. “Nance, she’s gonna be fine,” Tone said. “She’ll come back. She just wants to go swimming.”
“We’re driving past the dump, right now,” I said. “I think y’all need to come over here, and help us catch her! And guess what? I just set a new skipping record for myself!”
“That’s great, Nance. Rick and I are headed y’all’s way...”
To Be Continued...
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Walter Becker Rules!
I have gone two days since I blogged, and I apologize, but I have been really, really busy. I have spent the last two days reducing my overwhelming pile of paperwork, caused by our Kinky event, out here on October 25th, and I have spent the rest of my time, tracking my moccasins and tote bag, that I ordered from the Southwest Indian Foundation, this past Sunday!
I had more fun tracking my moccasins, and tote, than I had sitting behind a computer. The good news is my paperwork is nearly complete, and my tote bag and moccasins arrived today! I am relieved to be so close to finishing up my paperwork, too, which should be hopefully completed by tomorrow, before our good friends, Rick and Leisa, from Port Aransas arrive for a weekend of fun! Those two are great people and we always enjoy their company.
This morning I rose at 5:00. After feeding our dogs and cat, I opened up my laptop, and went to work. At 7:45, I called Harley to talk about our dogs, on their new 99.9 signal and we had a fun time laughing and talking. As soon as I had hung up the phone, Tony walked into the trailer. “I heard you on the Rose 99.9 and you were great and you made me laugh.” Then Kinky called me from the Austin airport.
After breakfast, Tony went outside to tend to the dogs, pigs and chickens, and I went back to work typing one letter after another while listening to my iPod.
Around twelve-thirty, Tony took off with his boat, to go fishing with Aaron, since I was still busy, sitting behind my laptop, getting my thank you letters written to all of the great people who attended our super event. After typing over sixty some odd letters, signing them, sealing the envelopes, and putting the love stamps on them—I took off to Medina, so I could mail them out—to all of the people who came out to help support our rescue ranch.
When Trigger and I took off, we didn’t get very far. When we reached our gate, it wouldn’t open up all of the way, so I had to park Trigg, get out of the truck, to see what was the matter with our electric gate opener. As usual, I had no idea why it would only open up about three feet and then quit, so I removed the bottom bar, drove Trigger through it, stopped and parked, and then got out of the pickup, and manually closed the gate and went to put our lock on it—but it was gone! I ended up tying our gate closed with a dog leash. Then we went to Medina.
When we returned to the rescue ranch, our gate was open, and the leash was gone! It kinda scared me. Since I had passed the UPS truck, on the way back to the ranch, I figured that he would be showing up pretty soon, so I messed with our gate, and somehow fixed it! Then Trigger and I drove into the rescue ranch to find everyone doing fine.
I was in Outer Space reading my new Pendleton Holiday catalog, when the UPS truck showed up at our front yard gate—it was my moccasins and tote bag! I was so excited, but not for long. When I opened up my box, I opened the moccasin box first and found these tiny moccasins! I thought they had made a mistake, and they had sent me a children’s size seven—we’re talking tiny—no way!
Tony then unexpectedly walked inside the trailer. “We didn’t get to go fishing. The lake was so low—we couldn’t put the boat in it.” Just as I was trying on a moccasin. “Nance, those look like children’s shoes?”
“I know,” I said, with disappointment in my voice. Then I slipped my foot into the mocc and it fit like a glove or should I say like a shoe! I was ecstatic! “Tone, they fit perfectly!” I was so happy! I then put on the other one and then laced them up. “I love them!” Then I opened up my tote bag, and was completely delighted—it was beautiful, too!
“Nance, I am starving. Aaron and I didn’t get anything to eat for lunch.”
“Me, too,” I said. “I was going to fix us something for dinner when you got back. I’ll fix some asparagus soup.”
Then the phone rang. “Nancy,” Cindy said. “I am in Kerrville and headed your way!”
“Great!” I said. “I am fixing to make asparagus soup and you’re welcome to join us for an early dinner.”
“Great! I’ll be there in twenty-five minutes! Did you get your moccasins?”
“Yes,” I said. “I thought they were children’s shoes at first, but they fit perfectly!”
Cindy laughed. “I know, they look smaller. I can’t wait to see them!”
After the three of us ate my early delicious green soup dinner, Cindy, Tony and I went into Outer Space and had a great visit—talking mainly about mukaluks! Then Tone took off. Twenty minutes later he came back into Outer Space, and started showing Cindy and me some really cool mukaluks that he had found on the internet.
He showed us a pair, made by Native Americans in Canada, that I fell in love with—they were pink! “T. if you will buy me these, I will blog about you buying them for me!” Cindy laughed! Tony laughed! “I wear a size seven!”
Tonight, Tony, the love of my life—told me later this evening—that he had bought my pink boots for me! Tony Rocks! I love him so much! I hope y’all have a great evening, too!
P.S. I bought the new Walter Becker’s CD off of iTunes— ‘Circus Money’ and I love it—it rocks and has just been released! ‘Deacon Blue’ is playing right now on my iPod by Steely Dan! My favorite songs are ‘Bob Is Not Your Uncle Anymore’ and ‘ Somebody’s Saturday Night!” Kinky knows him and I wish that Walter would come out here and do a concert for us!
I had more fun tracking my moccasins, and tote, than I had sitting behind a computer. The good news is my paperwork is nearly complete, and my tote bag and moccasins arrived today! I am relieved to be so close to finishing up my paperwork, too, which should be hopefully completed by tomorrow, before our good friends, Rick and Leisa, from Port Aransas arrive for a weekend of fun! Those two are great people and we always enjoy their company.
This morning I rose at 5:00. After feeding our dogs and cat, I opened up my laptop, and went to work. At 7:45, I called Harley to talk about our dogs, on their new 99.9 signal and we had a fun time laughing and talking. As soon as I had hung up the phone, Tony walked into the trailer. “I heard you on the Rose 99.9 and you were great and you made me laugh.” Then Kinky called me from the Austin airport.
After breakfast, Tony went outside to tend to the dogs, pigs and chickens, and I went back to work typing one letter after another while listening to my iPod.
Around twelve-thirty, Tony took off with his boat, to go fishing with Aaron, since I was still busy, sitting behind my laptop, getting my thank you letters written to all of the great people who attended our super event. After typing over sixty some odd letters, signing them, sealing the envelopes, and putting the love stamps on them—I took off to Medina, so I could mail them out—to all of the people who came out to help support our rescue ranch.
When Trigger and I took off, we didn’t get very far. When we reached our gate, it wouldn’t open up all of the way, so I had to park Trigg, get out of the truck, to see what was the matter with our electric gate opener. As usual, I had no idea why it would only open up about three feet and then quit, so I removed the bottom bar, drove Trigger through it, stopped and parked, and then got out of the pickup, and manually closed the gate and went to put our lock on it—but it was gone! I ended up tying our gate closed with a dog leash. Then we went to Medina.
When we returned to the rescue ranch, our gate was open, and the leash was gone! It kinda scared me. Since I had passed the UPS truck, on the way back to the ranch, I figured that he would be showing up pretty soon, so I messed with our gate, and somehow fixed it! Then Trigger and I drove into the rescue ranch to find everyone doing fine.
I was in Outer Space reading my new Pendleton Holiday catalog, when the UPS truck showed up at our front yard gate—it was my moccasins and tote bag! I was so excited, but not for long. When I opened up my box, I opened the moccasin box first and found these tiny moccasins! I thought they had made a mistake, and they had sent me a children’s size seven—we’re talking tiny—no way!
Tony then unexpectedly walked inside the trailer. “We didn’t get to go fishing. The lake was so low—we couldn’t put the boat in it.” Just as I was trying on a moccasin. “Nance, those look like children’s shoes?”
“I know,” I said, with disappointment in my voice. Then I slipped my foot into the mocc and it fit like a glove or should I say like a shoe! I was ecstatic! “Tone, they fit perfectly!” I was so happy! I then put on the other one and then laced them up. “I love them!” Then I opened up my tote bag, and was completely delighted—it was beautiful, too!
“Nance, I am starving. Aaron and I didn’t get anything to eat for lunch.”
“Me, too,” I said. “I was going to fix us something for dinner when you got back. I’ll fix some asparagus soup.”
Then the phone rang. “Nancy,” Cindy said. “I am in Kerrville and headed your way!”
“Great!” I said. “I am fixing to make asparagus soup and you’re welcome to join us for an early dinner.”
“Great! I’ll be there in twenty-five minutes! Did you get your moccasins?”
“Yes,” I said. “I thought they were children’s shoes at first, but they fit perfectly!”
Cindy laughed. “I know, they look smaller. I can’t wait to see them!”
After the three of us ate my early delicious green soup dinner, Cindy, Tony and I went into Outer Space and had a great visit—talking mainly about mukaluks! Then Tone took off. Twenty minutes later he came back into Outer Space, and started showing Cindy and me some really cool mukaluks that he had found on the internet.
He showed us a pair, made by Native Americans in Canada, that I fell in love with—they were pink! “T. if you will buy me these, I will blog about you buying them for me!” Cindy laughed! Tony laughed! “I wear a size seven!”
Tonight, Tony, the love of my life—told me later this evening—that he had bought my pink boots for me! Tony Rocks! I love him so much! I hope y’all have a great evening, too!
P.S. I bought the new Walter Becker’s CD off of iTunes— ‘Circus Money’ and I love it—it rocks and has just been released! ‘Deacon Blue’ is playing right now on my iPod by Steely Dan! My favorite songs are ‘Bob Is Not Your Uncle Anymore’ and ‘ Somebody’s Saturday Night!” Kinky knows him and I wish that Walter would come out here and do a concert for us!
Monday, November 3, 2008
Love Letters!
It is now ten minutes until five o’clock in the evening—time for me to write a blog. To set the mood, this is what I do everytime before sitting down at the kitchen table to blog.
First, I turn on my salt lamp, then I light two sticks of Nag Champa, my second favorite incense,—next to pinion pine, from New Mexico. Then I pour ‘love worded water’ into my drinking glass, which has the word ‘love’ written on it, and then I turn my iPod on.
It is now playing ‘Hey Nineteen’ by Steely Dan—a great song. Here we go!
Today has been a great day for me! After breakfast, I went over to the Lodge and had a nice visit with Kinky. Then I returned home. I had nearly lowered my paperwork pile—about two inches, when Tony and Aaron came inside the trailer. “Nance,” Tony said. “Can you help Aaron buy some concert tickets online? His computer is down.”
“Sure,” I said. “Where do I need to go?” Aaron told me where to go, and in no time at all, he and I had the tickets ordered. To print them out, Aaron followed me into my office, where the printer is located. As the printer began printing out the two pretty tickets, Aaron said, “Is that a picture of you, Nancy?”
“Yes it is, and so is that one—over there.”
“I can’t believe it!” Aaron said. “That really is you?”
I was laughing so hard, that I was shaking like jello. “Thanks Aaron—nice compliment for so early in the morning.”
“I’m sorry Nancy. I mean, I just can’t believe that you looked like that. You were hot! How old were you in this one?” Aaron asked, as he dug his grave a little deeper.
“Twenty-eight,” I answered, as I continued to shake with laughter. “I keep those pictures on the wall, to prove to people, that I, too, once was young and pretty. Everyone is beautiful when they are young—it’s a given. Wait until you are fifty-seven years old, and someone looks at your old pictures, and they cannot believe that you once looked like that. It is part of the joy of becoming a senior citizen.” I handed Aaron his tickets and we left my office.
“Tony your old lady was really hot way back then. Dang!” Aaron said. “I can’t believe it, man!” (Aaron is thirty-two years old and from California!)
I couldn’t believe Aaron! Tony shot me a wink and smiled, shook his head, and then started laughing, too. Then they went outside, I guess, so Aaron could decide where he wanted to dig his grave.
Around noon, Tony came inside with our mail. After sorting through it, I found a card addressed to me from my new found friends, that I met at our event—Jimmie and Nelda, from Arkansas! Their note was so sweet and full of compliments and love—it filled me with love! They wrote that they could not believe that I had blogged about them, and said, ‘I almost fell off the couch when I saw that!’
What sweet people, to take the time to write me a note! I know that Jimmie and Nelda read my blog, so this is for them— ‘I love you two! Y’all Rock! And, thank you so much for the kind words!’
After I shared Nelda and Jimmie’s note with Tony, the dogs started barking outside, so Tony went outside to see what was the matter. Twenty minutes later, he came back inside to tell me that a man wanted to adopt Bobbie Nelson!
As I filled out the adoption form, Tony told me that the man was really nice, lives about six miles from us, has three dogs, and his old dog had died three months ago, and he was ready to adopt another one! Then we went outside to talk to a man about a dog!
The three of us visited for about twenty minutes. Then Don L. filled out our adoption form. Tony found Bobbie a new collar, put her tags on it, and then put her new collar on her. I know Bobbie knew exactly what was going on, because she could not quit wagging her tail, as Tony put her leash on her, and left the pen with her attached to the other end!
Tony handed her leash over to Don, and she couldn’t wait to load up in his van and get out of here! Two minutes later, they drove away. And, Don told us that he might come back and adopt Willie Nelson, after he talked to his wife about it! We’re keeping our fingers crossed!
The countdown has begun. It is now time for me to go into Outer Space with Tony! I am going to talk to Tony about possibly sending Nelda and Jimmie a copy of our mailing list, and asking them if they would consider writing everyone—one of their loving notes! Everyone should be as lucky as me, to receive—a love letter from them! I can't wait to show it to Kinky!
First, I turn on my salt lamp, then I light two sticks of Nag Champa, my second favorite incense,—next to pinion pine, from New Mexico. Then I pour ‘love worded water’ into my drinking glass, which has the word ‘love’ written on it, and then I turn my iPod on.
It is now playing ‘Hey Nineteen’ by Steely Dan—a great song. Here we go!
Today has been a great day for me! After breakfast, I went over to the Lodge and had a nice visit with Kinky. Then I returned home. I had nearly lowered my paperwork pile—about two inches, when Tony and Aaron came inside the trailer. “Nance,” Tony said. “Can you help Aaron buy some concert tickets online? His computer is down.”
“Sure,” I said. “Where do I need to go?” Aaron told me where to go, and in no time at all, he and I had the tickets ordered. To print them out, Aaron followed me into my office, where the printer is located. As the printer began printing out the two pretty tickets, Aaron said, “Is that a picture of you, Nancy?”
“Yes it is, and so is that one—over there.”
“I can’t believe it!” Aaron said. “That really is you?”
I was laughing so hard, that I was shaking like jello. “Thanks Aaron—nice compliment for so early in the morning.”
“I’m sorry Nancy. I mean, I just can’t believe that you looked like that. You were hot! How old were you in this one?” Aaron asked, as he dug his grave a little deeper.
“Twenty-eight,” I answered, as I continued to shake with laughter. “I keep those pictures on the wall, to prove to people, that I, too, once was young and pretty. Everyone is beautiful when they are young—it’s a given. Wait until you are fifty-seven years old, and someone looks at your old pictures, and they cannot believe that you once looked like that. It is part of the joy of becoming a senior citizen.” I handed Aaron his tickets and we left my office.
“Tony your old lady was really hot way back then. Dang!” Aaron said. “I can’t believe it, man!” (Aaron is thirty-two years old and from California!)
I couldn’t believe Aaron! Tony shot me a wink and smiled, shook his head, and then started laughing, too. Then they went outside, I guess, so Aaron could decide where he wanted to dig his grave.
Around noon, Tony came inside with our mail. After sorting through it, I found a card addressed to me from my new found friends, that I met at our event—Jimmie and Nelda, from Arkansas! Their note was so sweet and full of compliments and love—it filled me with love! They wrote that they could not believe that I had blogged about them, and said, ‘I almost fell off the couch when I saw that!’
What sweet people, to take the time to write me a note! I know that Jimmie and Nelda read my blog, so this is for them— ‘I love you two! Y’all Rock! And, thank you so much for the kind words!’
After I shared Nelda and Jimmie’s note with Tony, the dogs started barking outside, so Tony went outside to see what was the matter. Twenty minutes later, he came back inside to tell me that a man wanted to adopt Bobbie Nelson!
As I filled out the adoption form, Tony told me that the man was really nice, lives about six miles from us, has three dogs, and his old dog had died three months ago, and he was ready to adopt another one! Then we went outside to talk to a man about a dog!
The three of us visited for about twenty minutes. Then Don L. filled out our adoption form. Tony found Bobbie a new collar, put her tags on it, and then put her new collar on her. I know Bobbie knew exactly what was going on, because she could not quit wagging her tail, as Tony put her leash on her, and left the pen with her attached to the other end!
Tony handed her leash over to Don, and she couldn’t wait to load up in his van and get out of here! Two minutes later, they drove away. And, Don told us that he might come back and adopt Willie Nelson, after he talked to his wife about it! We’re keeping our fingers crossed!
The countdown has begun. It is now time for me to go into Outer Space with Tony! I am going to talk to Tony about possibly sending Nelda and Jimmie a copy of our mailing list, and asking them if they would consider writing everyone—one of their loving notes! Everyone should be as lucky as me, to receive—a love letter from them! I can't wait to show it to Kinky!
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Going Back In Time!
I apologize for not writing much, the last few days, and my excuse is my plate was a little bit too full! We’re talking platter, here! But, slowly and surely, I am catching up with the mounds of never ending paperwork!
Yesterday was a great day for all of us! Besides being Kinky’s birthday—we had four super dog adoptions! Tony and I spent the entire afternoon outside, showing dogs and adopting them out to forever homes! In fact, Tony and I didn’t get a chance to eat lunch until 4:45, after we closed the gate—after our fourth adoption! Baby and Toby were adopted out together, Emily, who had been Princess’s roommate, up until last weekend, when Princess was adopted—found her forever home in Kerrville! And Ms. Biscuit is now living happily in Austin, Texas!
I was on cloud nine, when I phoned Kinky to tell him our good news—and he was thrilled about the adoptions! He invited Tone and me to dinner in Kerrville, but I declined, because Tony and I were pooped, and also because we have night vision problems, but I mainly declined his invitation, because I wanted to take a nap, so I could get up at 2:00 in the morning—to reset all of my wonderful clocks for the time change!
I think that I have already told y’all, that I am a clock collector. I love clocks! I have no expensive clocks, but I have many in every room in my trailer, and a ton of wristwatches, which I never wear. It drives Tony crazy!
At 1:45, my adorable Dog clock’s alarm went off, and I jumped out of bed, and nearly stepped on Mama’s head, before turning off the alarm, so not to wake T.! But I was too late, I had startled Mama, our rescued, great, giant Great Pyrenees, and she went to barking, which immediately activated everyone in the bedroom, to start barking! Lucky, our cat, screamed and then he went under our bed, and Tony woke up, and only barked once at me, and then he fell back to sleep—thank goodness!
By two o’clock, not a creature was stirring—in the trailer, but me. Time was of the essence, so I grabbed my Atomic Time clock, from my office, and carried it with me—from room to room, clock to clock! Nine minutes later—Mission Time Machine was accomplished! As time marched on, I returned my trusted Atomic World clock to my office, and then went back to bed.
Today was pretty uneventful. This morning, Tony and I went over to visit Kinky and we had a nice visit. Then I spent several more hours doing more paperwork.
To celebrate my paper productivity, I decided to go online to—South West Indian Foundation at:www.southwestindian.com and I purchased a pair of fringed, leather, high-topped hippie moccasins, like everyone was wearing at Woodstock, except me, because Mom and Dad wouldn't let me go! I also bought the prettiest tote bag, too, that has three beautiful cats painted on it, by Native Americans! I plan on carrying my tote bag and wearing the mocs to Kinky’s and my calendar book signings in Austin and San Antonio at Barnes & Noble, on the fifteenth and sixteenth! They are coming FedEx Ground, and I hope to receive them by Thursday! And, I promise to take pictures of them and put them on my blog. I can’t wait for them to arrive! They are too cool!
Well, I hope that y’all have a wonderful evening—I am fixing to go call my dear friend, Cindy Pickard, to tell her about my latest purchases and to catch up with each other’s news! She will love it, because she makes fabulous documentaries on Native Americans, and she already has many pairs of moccasins!
Yesterday was a great day for all of us! Besides being Kinky’s birthday—we had four super dog adoptions! Tony and I spent the entire afternoon outside, showing dogs and adopting them out to forever homes! In fact, Tony and I didn’t get a chance to eat lunch until 4:45, after we closed the gate—after our fourth adoption! Baby and Toby were adopted out together, Emily, who had been Princess’s roommate, up until last weekend, when Princess was adopted—found her forever home in Kerrville! And Ms. Biscuit is now living happily in Austin, Texas!
I was on cloud nine, when I phoned Kinky to tell him our good news—and he was thrilled about the adoptions! He invited Tone and me to dinner in Kerrville, but I declined, because Tony and I were pooped, and also because we have night vision problems, but I mainly declined his invitation, because I wanted to take a nap, so I could get up at 2:00 in the morning—to reset all of my wonderful clocks for the time change!
I think that I have already told y’all, that I am a clock collector. I love clocks! I have no expensive clocks, but I have many in every room in my trailer, and a ton of wristwatches, which I never wear. It drives Tony crazy!
At 1:45, my adorable Dog clock’s alarm went off, and I jumped out of bed, and nearly stepped on Mama’s head, before turning off the alarm, so not to wake T.! But I was too late, I had startled Mama, our rescued, great, giant Great Pyrenees, and she went to barking, which immediately activated everyone in the bedroom, to start barking! Lucky, our cat, screamed and then he went under our bed, and Tony woke up, and only barked once at me, and then he fell back to sleep—thank goodness!
By two o’clock, not a creature was stirring—in the trailer, but me. Time was of the essence, so I grabbed my Atomic Time clock, from my office, and carried it with me—from room to room, clock to clock! Nine minutes later—Mission Time Machine was accomplished! As time marched on, I returned my trusted Atomic World clock to my office, and then went back to bed.
Today was pretty uneventful. This morning, Tony and I went over to visit Kinky and we had a nice visit. Then I spent several more hours doing more paperwork.
To celebrate my paper productivity, I decided to go online to—South West Indian Foundation at:www.southwestindian.com and I purchased a pair of fringed, leather, high-topped hippie moccasins, like everyone was wearing at Woodstock, except me, because Mom and Dad wouldn't let me go! I also bought the prettiest tote bag, too, that has three beautiful cats painted on it, by Native Americans! I plan on carrying my tote bag and wearing the mocs to Kinky’s and my calendar book signings in Austin and San Antonio at Barnes & Noble, on the fifteenth and sixteenth! They are coming FedEx Ground, and I hope to receive them by Thursday! And, I promise to take pictures of them and put them on my blog. I can’t wait for them to arrive! They are too cool!
Well, I hope that y’all have a wonderful evening—I am fixing to go call my dear friend, Cindy Pickard, to tell her about my latest purchases and to catch up with each other’s news! She will love it, because she makes fabulous documentaries on Native Americans, and she already has many pairs of moccasins!
Saturday, November 1, 2008
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