Today has been fairly quiet, even though today is 9-9-09, and Mercury is in retrograde! Kinky left the ranch this morning, and unfortunately, he won't be back until next week.
I walked six fast miles this morning, and then my back started aching. It is still aching, but thank goodness it didn't go out on me!
This morning, it rained, and we got a quarter of an inch! That makes it two inches since Friday, and more rain is headed our way!
This afternoon, Will and Frank made my day today—they loved my Cousin Nancy's Famous Turkey Burgers! They thought they were delicious, and the best turkey burgers that they had ever eaten! They begged me to make some more real soon! And, I will.
Y'all have a great evening!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
That Smells Good!
This morning, by request, Tony woke me up at six-ten, because the night before Kinky had called and asked me to give him an early wake up call at seven, because he was doing the Harley Show live at eight o'clock. When I called Kinky, he was already up and drinking coffee, with his old friend, Frank Mason, from Athens, Georgia. He told me that he and Frank were fixin' to head to Kerrville to do the show.
Kinky told me that he had met Frank, years ago, when he played at the Lone Star, in New York City, where Kinky used to perform. Frank was one of the club's bouncers, and he loved music. In fact, Frank knows just about every famous musician from that era, like Bob Dylan and Levon Helm, etc. I couldn't wait to meet him!
I watched the Harley Show, and Kinky was great, and the show was great, too! Harley interviewed Kinky for over an hour! Here's a picture of them at the Rose 99.9, that I took off of my computer screen:
After Kinky and Harley went off air, I walked six fast miles, and then I returned a few phone calls and e-mails. Then Tony took off for Kerrville to get a replacement fan motor for Buttermilk, so Aaron could install it and we would once again have air conditioning, without haveing to use a rock tool. After catching up, it was my turn to have some fun! I fixed Donald Trump's secret recipe, "Mar-a-Lago Turkey Burgers" for the very first time!
A few days ago, on Oprah, she did a show about her favorite foods, and she had The Donald on, and they visited and watched as a chef prepared his famous turkey burgers. After Oprah declared them her favorite turkey burgers in the world, I went online to Oprah, and fetched his secret recipe.
I followed the directions carefully, even though some of the ingredients surprised me. I had lunch ready at eleven-thirty, but Tone was running late, again, so I put the burgers on the back burner to warm, and I did some more paperwork. Twenty-five minutes later, Tony walked inside the trailer. "I'm sorry for being late, Nance," he said.
"What happened?" I asked, as I started reheating our lunch.
"I had to be a witness for a wreck. I was heading home on 16, and behind a car, at the light after the bridge, by the mall. When our light turned green, we took off, and a car on the right, suddenly pulled out into the intersection and bam! I pulled into the mall's parking lot, and went to check on the people. Then a squad car shows up, and the police officers wanted to talk to me about witnessing the wreck. That smells good. What are we having for lunch?"
"Donald Trump's Mar-a-Lago Turkey Burgers, Oprah loves them, and I hope that they are good," I said, as I handed T. his turkey burger on a plate. "Try it. You're the designated guinea pig here. It's either going to be delicious or the worst thing that I've ever made."
Tony took a bite, and his eyes got big!
"What?" I anxiously asked!
"It's delicious, Nance!" Tone said, with food still in his mouth. Then he took another bite! "It's the best turkey burger I've ever eaten. Try it." Tony then took another bite. I was thrilled!
Well, I have to admit, it was the best turkey burger that I have ever eaten, too. I hope that y'all will try it. I promise that you'll love it! Here's the recipe, which I will soon be calling Cousin Nancy's Famous Turkey Burgers!
Around one o'clock, I went over to the Lodge, to visit with Kinky, and to get him to try one of my delicious turkey burgers. At first, he didn't want to eat it, because he said he wasn't hungry and he didn't particularly care for turkey burgers. Thirty minutes later, we went into the kitchen, and Kinky zapped my turkey burger in his microwave.
I watched as he took his first bite. Instead of talking with food in his mouth, like T., he gave me a two thumbs up, and then he nodded his head yes! Then he took another bite! "This is delicious, Nance! What's in it?"
"Two Granny apples, scallions, celery, ground turkey, salt, pepper, Tabasco's chipolte hot pepper sauce, Major Grey's Chutney from England, lemon and some parsley. And, I put ketchup and jalapeno mustard on the whole wheat buns."
After Kinky devoured my, Cousin Nancy's Famous Turkey Burger, Trigger took me back to the rescue ranch.
Later this evening, I went over to the Lodge and visited with Kinky, Will and Frank, and I really enjoyed visiting with them! Before leaving the Lodge, I told Will and Frank about my new delicious turkey burgers, and I promised them, that I would make them tomorrow for their lunch. Kinky seemed a little bit jealous, because he has to go 'on the road,' tomorrow morning.
Y'all have a great evening, even though Mercury is still in retrograde until the twenty-ninth!
Kinky told me that he had met Frank, years ago, when he played at the Lone Star, in New York City, where Kinky used to perform. Frank was one of the club's bouncers, and he loved music. In fact, Frank knows just about every famous musician from that era, like Bob Dylan and Levon Helm, etc. I couldn't wait to meet him!
I watched the Harley Show, and Kinky was great, and the show was great, too! Harley interviewed Kinky for over an hour! Here's a picture of them at the Rose 99.9, that I took off of my computer screen:
After Kinky and Harley went off air, I walked six fast miles, and then I returned a few phone calls and e-mails. Then Tony took off for Kerrville to get a replacement fan motor for Buttermilk, so Aaron could install it and we would once again have air conditioning, without haveing to use a rock tool. After catching up, it was my turn to have some fun! I fixed Donald Trump's secret recipe, "Mar-a-Lago Turkey Burgers" for the very first time!
A few days ago, on Oprah, she did a show about her favorite foods, and she had The Donald on, and they visited and watched as a chef prepared his famous turkey burgers. After Oprah declared them her favorite turkey burgers in the world, I went online to Oprah, and fetched his secret recipe.
I followed the directions carefully, even though some of the ingredients surprised me. I had lunch ready at eleven-thirty, but Tone was running late, again, so I put the burgers on the back burner to warm, and I did some more paperwork. Twenty-five minutes later, Tony walked inside the trailer. "I'm sorry for being late, Nance," he said.
"What happened?" I asked, as I started reheating our lunch.
"I had to be a witness for a wreck. I was heading home on 16, and behind a car, at the light after the bridge, by the mall. When our light turned green, we took off, and a car on the right, suddenly pulled out into the intersection and bam! I pulled into the mall's parking lot, and went to check on the people. Then a squad car shows up, and the police officers wanted to talk to me about witnessing the wreck. That smells good. What are we having for lunch?"
"Donald Trump's Mar-a-Lago Turkey Burgers, Oprah loves them, and I hope that they are good," I said, as I handed T. his turkey burger on a plate. "Try it. You're the designated guinea pig here. It's either going to be delicious or the worst thing that I've ever made."
Tony took a bite, and his eyes got big!
"What?" I anxiously asked!
"It's delicious, Nance!" Tone said, with food still in his mouth. Then he took another bite! "It's the best turkey burger I've ever eaten. Try it." Tony then took another bite. I was thrilled!
Well, I have to admit, it was the best turkey burger that I have ever eaten, too. I hope that y'all will try it. I promise that you'll love it! Here's the recipe, which I will soon be calling Cousin Nancy's Famous Turkey Burgers!
Around one o'clock, I went over to the Lodge, to visit with Kinky, and to get him to try one of my delicious turkey burgers. At first, he didn't want to eat it, because he said he wasn't hungry and he didn't particularly care for turkey burgers. Thirty minutes later, we went into the kitchen, and Kinky zapped my turkey burger in his microwave.
I watched as he took his first bite. Instead of talking with food in his mouth, like T., he gave me a two thumbs up, and then he nodded his head yes! Then he took another bite! "This is delicious, Nance! What's in it?"
"Two Granny apples, scallions, celery, ground turkey, salt, pepper, Tabasco's chipolte hot pepper sauce, Major Grey's Chutney from England, lemon and some parsley. And, I put ketchup and jalapeno mustard on the whole wheat buns."
After Kinky devoured my, Cousin Nancy's Famous Turkey Burger, Trigger took me back to the rescue ranch.
Later this evening, I went over to the Lodge and visited with Kinky, Will and Frank, and I really enjoyed visiting with them! Before leaving the Lodge, I told Will and Frank about my new delicious turkey burgers, and I promised them, that I would make them tomorrow for their lunch. Kinky seemed a little bit jealous, because he has to go 'on the road,' tomorrow morning.
Y'all have a great evening, even though Mercury is still in retrograde until the twenty-ninth!
Monday, September 7, 2009
Kinky's Doing The Harley Show, Tuesday Morning, Live At 8:00!
This morning, after I had walked my six fast miles, and Tony had finished with his chores outside, he went to Medina to get some gas for Kermit and Buttermilk. Even though we are not driving Buttermilk right night, because the air conditioner is dead, and our hard hitting, rock tool, no longer seems to work—she needed gas.
When Tone returned, he apologized for being gone so long. "Nance, I'm sorry for being gone so long. On my way to Medina, I had to stop to help a man stand his Harley up, near Freeman Crossing."
"What happened? Was he hurt?"
"He took the turn too fast. It happened just before I got there," Tony said. "He was wearing leather and a helmet, and he just got skinned up a little. Then after I got gas, Ed asked me to help him lift an air tank, inside the Old Timer. Do you still want to go to Kerrville?"
"We have to. We're nearly out of groceries and cat food, and I need to go by Home Depot."
"Home Depot?" Tony asked. "What do we need..."
"The Eternal Squirrel died last night. It never came on." I said. "I need to buy a solar battery for it. Let's go." T. and I took off in Trigger.
I am going on my third Eternal Squirrel, not counting the one that I gave to Kinky for his Friedman Family Bone Orchard. Every time that they quit working—I threw them out, and bought another one. A few months ago, when I was in Outer Space, visiting with Ben and Cindy, I found out that all I have to do to fix the dead squirrel, is to replace their solar battery. I never knew they had batteries.
When we arrived in Kerrville, we decided to eat an early lunch at our favorite Chinese restaurant, before running our errands. Tony ordered sweet and sour shrimp, with a medium sized bowl of hot and sour soup, and I ordered their house fried rice with shrimp, and a medium sized bowl of hot and sour soup. After our waiter brought out our two teas, he returned with two giant bowls of hot and sour soup! "I apologize for the extra large bowls, we are out of our medium sized bowls. I just broke the last one. I am giving you our large serving, but not charging you extra." Then he walked away.
Tony and I love their hot and sour soup, but our bowls were so big, people were staring at us, as we ate our soups! After my fifth spoonful, I coughed and my nose started running, because of the hot spicy soup. Then the same thing happened to Tony. And, about a minute later, a man and woman coughed, and teared up as they ate their soup. "Tony, you can tell who is eating the hot and sour soup, because of the coughing and people blowing their noses!" I whispered. Then a man coughed, at the table next to us. We looked over, and he was eating the hot and sour soup, too!
When Tone and I had nearly emptied our gigantic soup bowls, our lunch was served. Three minutes into our meal, Tony put his fork down and so did I. "Are you as full as me?" I asked. Tony nodded yes, then we started laughing at ourselves. Tone flagged our waiter and asked him for two take-out boxes. We laughed as we filled the boxes with our uneaten meals. After paying our bill, we went to H.E.B. and Home Depot, and then we came home.
As soon as we got home, I put a new battery into the Eternal Squirrel!
Then I helped Tony bring the groceries into the trailer. While we unpacked our groceries, we listened to Carlton's latest phone messages that he had taken. There were only two, and they were both from Kinky. "Call me, Nance!" Kinky said. "I've got to talk to you. Please call me as soon as you get this." The second one was an hour and ten minutes later, "Tone? Nance?" Kinky said. "Where are y'all? Nance, please call Kinky. Thank you very much!"
After putting up the toilet paper, I punched in Kinky's phone number. Five minutes later, I was over at the Lodge, talking to Kinky, in the kitchen. Then we carried our conversation outside, by the Friedman Family Bone Orchard. An hour later, we were in Kinky's office discussing our books, and that's when I saw a picture and picked it up. "Kinky is that you?" Kinky looked at it and laughed.
"Yes, Nance," Kinky said. "That's me with Dylan, when we were in the Peace Corps. Dylan found it the other day, and he made me a copy."
"Wow! I love it, Kink! How old were you then?"
"I was twenty-three or twenty-four," Kinky said. "I was in the Peace Corps from '66 to '68." Then Kinky started laughing, again. Here's Dylan Ferrero's picture of him and Kinky:
Kinky then invited me to go on a walk down to the creek, with him and The Friedmans. We took off. Twenty minutes later, after the dogs had tired from swimming and fetching, we headed back to the Lodge, but when we reached the area where Kinky had buried his beloved cats, Cuddles and Mr. Scat, Kinky said, "Lets write the word 'Love' using rocks, to honor Cuddles and Scatman."
Even though it was pretty hot, I wasn't tired, so I helped Kinky gather big rocks, by the creek, to write the word love. Just when I thought we were done, Kinky walked over to an old oak tree, where he picked up a large heart-shaped rock, and then he placed it in the middle of the 'O.' It took us about twenty minutes to complete his project and I loved the results of our efforts. Here's a picture of it, that I took later in the day:
Before I go watch the movie, The Secret Life of Bees, I forgot to tell you that this afternoon, while over at Kinky's, I gave him a copy of the Two Wolves and he absolutely loved reading it, and he thanked me for giving it to him!
Y'all try to have a great evening, even though Mercury went into retrograde today!
P.S. Kinky is doing Harley in the morning, live at 8:00 CST! I hope that y'all can watch it! And, I just looked outside, and the Eternal Squirrel is glowing! I love it!
When Tone returned, he apologized for being gone so long. "Nance, I'm sorry for being gone so long. On my way to Medina, I had to stop to help a man stand his Harley up, near Freeman Crossing."
"What happened? Was he hurt?"
"He took the turn too fast. It happened just before I got there," Tony said. "He was wearing leather and a helmet, and he just got skinned up a little. Then after I got gas, Ed asked me to help him lift an air tank, inside the Old Timer. Do you still want to go to Kerrville?"
"We have to. We're nearly out of groceries and cat food, and I need to go by Home Depot."
"Home Depot?" Tony asked. "What do we need..."
"The Eternal Squirrel died last night. It never came on." I said. "I need to buy a solar battery for it. Let's go." T. and I took off in Trigger.
I am going on my third Eternal Squirrel, not counting the one that I gave to Kinky for his Friedman Family Bone Orchard. Every time that they quit working—I threw them out, and bought another one. A few months ago, when I was in Outer Space, visiting with Ben and Cindy, I found out that all I have to do to fix the dead squirrel, is to replace their solar battery. I never knew they had batteries.
When we arrived in Kerrville, we decided to eat an early lunch at our favorite Chinese restaurant, before running our errands. Tony ordered sweet and sour shrimp, with a medium sized bowl of hot and sour soup, and I ordered their house fried rice with shrimp, and a medium sized bowl of hot and sour soup. After our waiter brought out our two teas, he returned with two giant bowls of hot and sour soup! "I apologize for the extra large bowls, we are out of our medium sized bowls. I just broke the last one. I am giving you our large serving, but not charging you extra." Then he walked away.
Tony and I love their hot and sour soup, but our bowls were so big, people were staring at us, as we ate our soups! After my fifth spoonful, I coughed and my nose started running, because of the hot spicy soup. Then the same thing happened to Tony. And, about a minute later, a man and woman coughed, and teared up as they ate their soup. "Tony, you can tell who is eating the hot and sour soup, because of the coughing and people blowing their noses!" I whispered. Then a man coughed, at the table next to us. We looked over, and he was eating the hot and sour soup, too!
When Tone and I had nearly emptied our gigantic soup bowls, our lunch was served. Three minutes into our meal, Tony put his fork down and so did I. "Are you as full as me?" I asked. Tony nodded yes, then we started laughing at ourselves. Tone flagged our waiter and asked him for two take-out boxes. We laughed as we filled the boxes with our uneaten meals. After paying our bill, we went to H.E.B. and Home Depot, and then we came home.
As soon as we got home, I put a new battery into the Eternal Squirrel!
Then I helped Tony bring the groceries into the trailer. While we unpacked our groceries, we listened to Carlton's latest phone messages that he had taken. There were only two, and they were both from Kinky. "Call me, Nance!" Kinky said. "I've got to talk to you. Please call me as soon as you get this." The second one was an hour and ten minutes later, "Tone? Nance?" Kinky said. "Where are y'all? Nance, please call Kinky. Thank you very much!"
After putting up the toilet paper, I punched in Kinky's phone number. Five minutes later, I was over at the Lodge, talking to Kinky, in the kitchen. Then we carried our conversation outside, by the Friedman Family Bone Orchard. An hour later, we were in Kinky's office discussing our books, and that's when I saw a picture and picked it up. "Kinky is that you?" Kinky looked at it and laughed.
"Yes, Nance," Kinky said. "That's me with Dylan, when we were in the Peace Corps. Dylan found it the other day, and he made me a copy."
"Wow! I love it, Kink! How old were you then?"
"I was twenty-three or twenty-four," Kinky said. "I was in the Peace Corps from '66 to '68." Then Kinky started laughing, again. Here's Dylan Ferrero's picture of him and Kinky:
Kinky then invited me to go on a walk down to the creek, with him and The Friedmans. We took off. Twenty minutes later, after the dogs had tired from swimming and fetching, we headed back to the Lodge, but when we reached the area where Kinky had buried his beloved cats, Cuddles and Mr. Scat, Kinky said, "Lets write the word 'Love' using rocks, to honor Cuddles and Scatman."
Even though it was pretty hot, I wasn't tired, so I helped Kinky gather big rocks, by the creek, to write the word love. Just when I thought we were done, Kinky walked over to an old oak tree, where he picked up a large heart-shaped rock, and then he placed it in the middle of the 'O.' It took us about twenty minutes to complete his project and I loved the results of our efforts. Here's a picture of it, that I took later in the day:
Before I go watch the movie, The Secret Life of Bees, I forgot to tell you that this afternoon, while over at Kinky's, I gave him a copy of the Two Wolves and he absolutely loved reading it, and he thanked me for giving it to him!
Y'all try to have a great evening, even though Mercury went into retrograde today!
P.S. Kinky is doing Harley in the morning, live at 8:00 CST! I hope that y'all can watch it! And, I just looked outside, and the Eternal Squirrel is glowing! I love it!
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Which Wolf Wins?
I hope that everyone is enjoying their weekend. Yesterday, I worked on my book for most of the day. Our good friends, Todd and Jan came out and walked our dogs, and I had a great visit with them!
Kinky is back at the ranch! I had a good visit with him, Ben and Will yesterday, over at the Lodge! He has a busy month planned, and I am glad that he is going to be here for several days.
A few minutes ago, my friend, Cindy sent me this and I love it! Unfortunately, when I copied it and then pasted it, the picture of the two beautiful wolves didn't copy. Anyway, this is probably the best I have ever heard life explained!!
TWO WOLVES
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, "My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all.
"One is Evil - It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
"The other is Good - It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"
The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."
Kinky is back at the ranch! I had a good visit with him, Ben and Will yesterday, over at the Lodge! He has a busy month planned, and I am glad that he is going to be here for several days.
A few minutes ago, my friend, Cindy sent me this and I love it! Unfortunately, when I copied it and then pasted it, the picture of the two beautiful wolves didn't copy. Anyway, this is probably the best I have ever heard life explained!!
TWO WOLVES
One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, "My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all.
"One is Evil - It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.
"The other is Good - It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith."
The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: "Which wolf wins?"
The old Cherokee simply replied, "The one you feed."
Friday, September 4, 2009
I Guess I Could!
This morning Ellen, Eileen, and Jim came out to the rescue ranch to hand out treats, and to walk our dogs! I loved it, but not as much as the dogs did! Thank y'all!
Well, thanks to the full moon and Mercury, I did the dumbest thing this afternoon! After Tony and Ben had finished working outside, they came to the trailer, so we could visit.
I first showed Ben some new pictures of Cindy's ranch, that she had sent to me. Like me, he thought her place was awesome. Then Ben told me about this mysterious, stencil graffiti artist, that Will Wallace had told him about. Banksy, from England. We went online, and Ben showed me some of Banksy's incredibly great art, that seems to be popping up, on buildings, all around the world!
Then it was my turn. I showed Ben, a clip from an Oprah show, that I had taped earlier this week, with these two young men dancing. They call themselves Signature, and they are such fantastic dancers! After Ben watched them dance on Oprah, he agreed with me about them being incredibly talented. Then the phone rang.
I glanced at the Caller I.D., it was a local number, and when I told Tony the number, he said, "Pick it up! It's Will calling from The Pro Shop!" I decided to play a joke on Will, so when I picked up the phone, I sang, in a higher pitched voice, "Where there's a Will—there's a way!" Ben and Tone started laughing! I had gotten Will! Please note: Kinky, Tony, Ben, Will and I are always playing jokes like this on each other.
"This isn't the rescue ranch?" A confused sounding woman said. I felt horrible about answering the phone like that, and was so embarrassed, to say the least. "I'm sorry, I must have dialed the wrong number." Click.
"It wasn't Will!..." I said. Tony and Ben couldn't quit laughing at me! "Thanks, Tony. I feel terrible."
"Nance, she'll call right back," Tone said, right before the phone rang, again.
I looked at the Caller I. D., "OMG! Tony answer the phone! It's her! I am too embarrassed to talk to her, she'll recognize my voice." Tony picked up the phone, and then he started talking to her. Ben and I had to go outside, because we were laughing so hard at my stupid mistaken identity.
A few minutes later, T. came outside to join us. "Nance, she's a really nice woman and she wanted to know..."
"Nance," Ben said. "You have got to blog about this tonight." Then he and Tony started laughing at me. When the laughter subsided, Ben and I went over to the Lodge to tell Will all about my stupid mistake, caused by the moon and Mercury.
After telling Will about my foolish joke backfiring, I challenged him to a game of pool. As Kinky has often said, "'Will, the Cock, Wallace,' is a legend at the ranch, when it comes to shooting pool."
Will's response to my challenge was, "I guess I could." Which made Ben and me laugh!
Our one game tournament was short and sweet. I lost. I am not posting the pictures that Ben took of us shooting pool, because I look fat in all of them! Sorry Ben. And, I am not telling Tony about my loss, because Will, the Cock, Wallace beat the Medina Bulldog, the last time they played!
Y'all have a great evening!
Well, thanks to the full moon and Mercury, I did the dumbest thing this afternoon! After Tony and Ben had finished working outside, they came to the trailer, so we could visit.
I first showed Ben some new pictures of Cindy's ranch, that she had sent to me. Like me, he thought her place was awesome. Then Ben told me about this mysterious, stencil graffiti artist, that Will Wallace had told him about. Banksy, from England. We went online, and Ben showed me some of Banksy's incredibly great art, that seems to be popping up, on buildings, all around the world!
Then it was my turn. I showed Ben, a clip from an Oprah show, that I had taped earlier this week, with these two young men dancing. They call themselves Signature, and they are such fantastic dancers! After Ben watched them dance on Oprah, he agreed with me about them being incredibly talented. Then the phone rang.
I glanced at the Caller I.D., it was a local number, and when I told Tony the number, he said, "Pick it up! It's Will calling from The Pro Shop!" I decided to play a joke on Will, so when I picked up the phone, I sang, in a higher pitched voice, "Where there's a Will—there's a way!" Ben and Tone started laughing! I had gotten Will! Please note: Kinky, Tony, Ben, Will and I are always playing jokes like this on each other.
"This isn't the rescue ranch?" A confused sounding woman said. I felt horrible about answering the phone like that, and was so embarrassed, to say the least. "I'm sorry, I must have dialed the wrong number." Click.
"It wasn't Will!..." I said. Tony and Ben couldn't quit laughing at me! "Thanks, Tony. I feel terrible."
"Nance, she'll call right back," Tone said, right before the phone rang, again.
I looked at the Caller I. D., "OMG! Tony answer the phone! It's her! I am too embarrassed to talk to her, she'll recognize my voice." Tony picked up the phone, and then he started talking to her. Ben and I had to go outside, because we were laughing so hard at my stupid mistaken identity.
A few minutes later, T. came outside to join us. "Nance, she's a really nice woman and she wanted to know..."
"Nance," Ben said. "You have got to blog about this tonight." Then he and Tony started laughing at me. When the laughter subsided, Ben and I went over to the Lodge to tell Will all about my stupid mistake, caused by the moon and Mercury.
After telling Will about my foolish joke backfiring, I challenged him to a game of pool. As Kinky has often said, "'Will, the Cock, Wallace,' is a legend at the ranch, when it comes to shooting pool."
Will's response to my challenge was, "I guess I could." Which made Ben and me laugh!
Our one game tournament was short and sweet. I lost. I am not posting the pictures that Ben took of us shooting pool, because I look fat in all of them! Sorry Ben. And, I am not telling Tony about my loss, because Will, the Cock, Wallace beat the Medina Bulldog, the last time they played!
Y'all have a great evening!
Thursday, September 3, 2009
The Incredible Hulk!
This morning, I was up and walking by six o'clock! Six miles later, I started a load of clothes, checked my e-mails, and then I called Harley, at The Rose 99.9, to do the Harley Show! In less than fifteen seconds on air, he had me laughing like he always does! Near the end of the segment, he said something funny about Britney Spears, which made me laugh even more. Blaming tonight's official full moon, I told him a joke. "Harley, do you know who is the smartest blonde?" I asked.
""No I don't, Cousin Nancy. Tell me."
"A Golden Retriever!" I said. "That's my third grade joke contribution for today!" Harley laughed, then he changed the subject.
"Hey, I talked to Kinky the other day!" Harley said. "He's doing my show on Tuesday!" We talked a little while longer, then we said our goodbyes to each other.
By nine o'clock, I had received over twenty-six phone calls! Most of them were from people wanting to dump their beloved dogs for one reason or another. After returning over half of them, I took a break and went out to my writing cabin to collect my thoughts.
I love my cabin so much. It is a peaceful place for me to go when I need to 're-charge' my energy. After spending over an hour out there, listening to my music with Mama, my rescued eight year old, great, Great Pyrenees mix—I was ready to face the world, again.
When we returned to the trailer, Carlton had eleven new messages for me to listen to! So, I sat down on a stool at the breakfast bar, and wrote down the many messages. I then returned over a dozen phone calls, and then I called it quits for a while. I wanted to go back outside to my cabin, but instead I went and found Ben and Aaron outside. I visited with them, as they cleaned pens and after thirty minutes of catching up and laughing—I was re-charged, again! So, I returned to the trailer and answered e-mails and returned a few more phone calls.
Late this afternoon, Tony and I decided to go visit Ben and Will Wallace over at the Lodge, but we never made it to the Lodge. We found them swimming, with Ben's dogs, Valerie and Penny, at the swimming hole. When we pulled up in Trigger, they swam over to us and we had a fun visit!
At one point during our visit, Ben and Will started skipping rocks over Wallace Creek. "When I was eight years old," Will said, proudly, "I won the Texas championship for rock skipping for eight year olds!"
"Wow, that's cool, Will! Ronnie and I used to skip rocks when we were kids," I said, as Will handed me a flat rock. "Watch this!" I then flung Will's present. It only went about fifteen feet out. It didn't skip once. It just sunk. We all laughed. "I don't know if Ronnie and I were stupid, but when we were growing up in Fort Worth," I said. "He and I would beg our parents to mow the yard, and we're talking a push-mower! Ron would tell my parents it was his turn, because I had gotten to mow the yard the week before, etc. And, after our family was asked to leave Trinity Episcopal Church, because my uncle, John Howard Griffin, had written Black Like Me, Dad would take Ronnie and me, on Sunday mornings, to fetch his golf balls, across the street from Trinity Episcopal Church, at TCU's golf course, while the people were inside praying for us at our old church. I mean Ronnie and I would race as fast as we could, fetching Dad's golf balls, to see who could gather the most! We had so much fun!" The men laughed, again!
As the men skipped rocks, Tony told us some funny tales about his days, long ago, working on oil rigs. "One time, after leaving the rig," Tony said. "The crew I worked with had gone to a beer joint after work, to drink a few beers and to shoot some pool. There was this man there, 'The Hulk,' from another crew, who came up to my friend, Darrell. He told Darrell to quit cussing, because his wife and kids were there. Darrell told 'The Hulk' that they were in a beer joint, not a church, and if it bothered him, he should get his wife and kids out of there. Well, that made the man mad. He swung at Darrell, and Darrell ducked, and the man missed him. Then Darrell whacked him with his pool stick—knocking him out cold!"
"He hit him with a stick?" I asked.
"Yes, and when 'The Hulk' came to, his wife helped him out of the bar. As soon as they were gone, the men who worked with 'The Hulk,' stood up and started heading over to our table. I thought, 'Oh s***!' Me and my friends stood up, ready to fight them. When they walked up to us, we stood our ground. And, then they stuck their hands out to shake hands! One of them thanked us, and told us that 'The Hulk' was a real jerk, and they had all wanted to do that for a long time. Then they bought us a round of beer! Then there was this time when my good friend, Darrell Fagley, from Medina..."
As Tony continued his stories about his oilfield days, Ben and Will skipped rocks, while I sank one right after the other. Then Ben threw a rock near me and said, "Nance, look out! There's a snake behind you!" I laughed and then I tossed a rock near his feet.
"There's one near you, too!" We laughed! Then Will threw a big rock, I moved the wrong direction, and it accidentally hit the top of my foot! "Ouch, Will! That hurt!" The guys started laughing, as I laughed, and exaggerated a fake limp. "Tone," I joked. "You saw what Will did. You need to punch him out for me!
After the laughter subsided, Trigger took T. and me home.
At seven o'clock the phone rang—it was Kinky. "Hi Nance! How are you doing?"
"I'm fine, Kink."
"Great! I'm in Brownsville. How are The Friedmans?"
"The Friedmans are doing fine. Ben is down here, and he and Will are doing fine, too..." We talked for about five minutes, but before hanging up, Kinky told me that he is now officially on Facebook as of today, even though he doesn't own a computer.
Check it out: Kinky on Facebook
Y'all have a great evening, even though it's full moon time!
""No I don't, Cousin Nancy. Tell me."
"A Golden Retriever!" I said. "That's my third grade joke contribution for today!" Harley laughed, then he changed the subject.
"Hey, I talked to Kinky the other day!" Harley said. "He's doing my show on Tuesday!" We talked a little while longer, then we said our goodbyes to each other.
By nine o'clock, I had received over twenty-six phone calls! Most of them were from people wanting to dump their beloved dogs for one reason or another. After returning over half of them, I took a break and went out to my writing cabin to collect my thoughts.
I love my cabin so much. It is a peaceful place for me to go when I need to 're-charge' my energy. After spending over an hour out there, listening to my music with Mama, my rescued eight year old, great, Great Pyrenees mix—I was ready to face the world, again.
When we returned to the trailer, Carlton had eleven new messages for me to listen to! So, I sat down on a stool at the breakfast bar, and wrote down the many messages. I then returned over a dozen phone calls, and then I called it quits for a while. I wanted to go back outside to my cabin, but instead I went and found Ben and Aaron outside. I visited with them, as they cleaned pens and after thirty minutes of catching up and laughing—I was re-charged, again! So, I returned to the trailer and answered e-mails and returned a few more phone calls.
Late this afternoon, Tony and I decided to go visit Ben and Will Wallace over at the Lodge, but we never made it to the Lodge. We found them swimming, with Ben's dogs, Valerie and Penny, at the swimming hole. When we pulled up in Trigger, they swam over to us and we had a fun visit!
At one point during our visit, Ben and Will started skipping rocks over Wallace Creek. "When I was eight years old," Will said, proudly, "I won the Texas championship for rock skipping for eight year olds!"
"Wow, that's cool, Will! Ronnie and I used to skip rocks when we were kids," I said, as Will handed me a flat rock. "Watch this!" I then flung Will's present. It only went about fifteen feet out. It didn't skip once. It just sunk. We all laughed. "I don't know if Ronnie and I were stupid, but when we were growing up in Fort Worth," I said. "He and I would beg our parents to mow the yard, and we're talking a push-mower! Ron would tell my parents it was his turn, because I had gotten to mow the yard the week before, etc. And, after our family was asked to leave Trinity Episcopal Church, because my uncle, John Howard Griffin, had written Black Like Me, Dad would take Ronnie and me, on Sunday mornings, to fetch his golf balls, across the street from Trinity Episcopal Church, at TCU's golf course, while the people were inside praying for us at our old church. I mean Ronnie and I would race as fast as we could, fetching Dad's golf balls, to see who could gather the most! We had so much fun!" The men laughed, again!
As the men skipped rocks, Tony told us some funny tales about his days, long ago, working on oil rigs. "One time, after leaving the rig," Tony said. "The crew I worked with had gone to a beer joint after work, to drink a few beers and to shoot some pool. There was this man there, 'The Hulk,' from another crew, who came up to my friend, Darrell. He told Darrell to quit cussing, because his wife and kids were there. Darrell told 'The Hulk' that they were in a beer joint, not a church, and if it bothered him, he should get his wife and kids out of there. Well, that made the man mad. He swung at Darrell, and Darrell ducked, and the man missed him. Then Darrell whacked him with his pool stick—knocking him out cold!"
"He hit him with a stick?" I asked.
"Yes, and when 'The Hulk' came to, his wife helped him out of the bar. As soon as they were gone, the men who worked with 'The Hulk,' stood up and started heading over to our table. I thought, 'Oh s***!' Me and my friends stood up, ready to fight them. When they walked up to us, we stood our ground. And, then they stuck their hands out to shake hands! One of them thanked us, and told us that 'The Hulk' was a real jerk, and they had all wanted to do that for a long time. Then they bought us a round of beer! Then there was this time when my good friend, Darrell Fagley, from Medina..."
As Tony continued his stories about his oilfield days, Ben and Will skipped rocks, while I sank one right after the other. Then Ben threw a rock near me and said, "Nance, look out! There's a snake behind you!" I laughed and then I tossed a rock near his feet.
"There's one near you, too!" We laughed! Then Will threw a big rock, I moved the wrong direction, and it accidentally hit the top of my foot! "Ouch, Will! That hurt!" The guys started laughing, as I laughed, and exaggerated a fake limp. "Tone," I joked. "You saw what Will did. You need to punch him out for me!
After the laughter subsided, Trigger took T. and me home.
At seven o'clock the phone rang—it was Kinky. "Hi Nance! How are you doing?"
"I'm fine, Kink."
"Great! I'm in Brownsville. How are The Friedmans?"
"The Friedmans are doing fine. Ben is down here, and he and Will are doing fine, too..." We talked for about five minutes, but before hanging up, Kinky told me that he is now officially on Facebook as of today, even though he doesn't own a computer.
Check it out: Kinky on Facebook
Y'all have a great evening, even though it's full moon time!
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Tony!
Things are starting to get really weird around here, because it's fixin' to be full moon time this Friday, and Mercury goes into retrograde this coming Sunday! We're talkin' a double whammy, and I am already dreading it! In fact, the craziness has already started. Here are just a few examples:
Two days ago, while I was using the printer, which like me, is very sensitive to these days, went berserk, while I was printing out a couple of thank you letters. After it had printed out the two letters that I had requested, it became possessed, and it began randomly printing various pages from my new book, and it wouldn't stop until I turned it off and unplugged it. When I plugged it back into the wall, before I even pushed its on button, it started rapidly running sheets of paper through it, and that's when I unplugged it, again.
Then this morning, while I was doing my six miles with Leslie, the DVD player went into slow-motion for no reason. Near the end of the last half mile, which usually takes less than five minutes, it took over ten minutes! Actually it was pretty funny watching her and her friends, walking at a snail's pace. And, needless to say, I skipped circles around them. And, this was the first time that that has ever happened.
Around eleven o'clock, I came out of the bedroom and walked into the kitchen, and hollered, "Tony!"
"What?" Tony said softly, followed by a laugh. I thought that he was in his office, down the hall, but he was standing over by the kitchen sink, just two feet away from me, and I hadn't even seen him! And yes, he has teased me all day about it.
As you can probably tell, I am not looking forward to this weekend either, because I know that it is going to be the 'weird weekend from you know where.' Seriously, there will be a lot of nuts showing up out here, and I get to deal with them, because that is my job. Of course, there will be some normal people out here, too, but this place becomes a looney-toon nut-magnet, during full moon time.
My friend, Cindy and I talked today, and she is doing great, and she loves her new ranch in northern New Mexico. This afternoon, Kinky called me from Dallas, before hopping a plane to El Paso. He is doing fine, too, and he should be back at the ranch on Saturday. I miss him, and I can't wait to see him.
I'm fixin' to head to bed, because I am doing The Harley Show, in the morning at seven-forty-five!
I would love to hear from y'all about any weird events or unusual things that happen to you in the next few days.
Y'all have a great evening!
Two days ago, while I was using the printer, which like me, is very sensitive to these days, went berserk, while I was printing out a couple of thank you letters. After it had printed out the two letters that I had requested, it became possessed, and it began randomly printing various pages from my new book, and it wouldn't stop until I turned it off and unplugged it. When I plugged it back into the wall, before I even pushed its on button, it started rapidly running sheets of paper through it, and that's when I unplugged it, again.
Then this morning, while I was doing my six miles with Leslie, the DVD player went into slow-motion for no reason. Near the end of the last half mile, which usually takes less than five minutes, it took over ten minutes! Actually it was pretty funny watching her and her friends, walking at a snail's pace. And, needless to say, I skipped circles around them. And, this was the first time that that has ever happened.
Around eleven o'clock, I came out of the bedroom and walked into the kitchen, and hollered, "Tony!"
"What?" Tony said softly, followed by a laugh. I thought that he was in his office, down the hall, but he was standing over by the kitchen sink, just two feet away from me, and I hadn't even seen him! And yes, he has teased me all day about it.
As you can probably tell, I am not looking forward to this weekend either, because I know that it is going to be the 'weird weekend from you know where.' Seriously, there will be a lot of nuts showing up out here, and I get to deal with them, because that is my job. Of course, there will be some normal people out here, too, but this place becomes a looney-toon nut-magnet, during full moon time.
My friend, Cindy and I talked today, and she is doing great, and she loves her new ranch in northern New Mexico. This afternoon, Kinky called me from Dallas, before hopping a plane to El Paso. He is doing fine, too, and he should be back at the ranch on Saturday. I miss him, and I can't wait to see him.
I'm fixin' to head to bed, because I am doing The Harley Show, in the morning at seven-forty-five!
I would love to hear from y'all about any weird events or unusual things that happen to you in the next few days.
Y'all have a great evening!
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