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Sunday, June 26, 2011

Don't Fence Me In

"There are three kinds of men.  The one who learns by reading.  The few who learn by observation.  The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence and see for themselves."  -------- Will Rogers

I have always taken pride in my ability to make decisions. Even when the decisions I have made weren’t quite right, I’ve managed to turn them into a learning experience (hate to waste anything). I mention this because I am at a point where I am facing yet another life altering choice. I have thought a lot about it, I have researched my options and I have decided to ignore my head, listen to my heart and as Will Rogers so eloquently said it “pee on the electric fence”. It may not be one of my wisest choices, but it’s mine, and maybe I’ll learn something.

The last few months I have felt a restlessness that can’t be avoided. I spent the evening at Santa Sara Ranch a few weeks ago. It was a beautiful night, the sun was setting, a fresh cool breeze was blowing, birds were singing and I was in my lawn chair enjoying an ice cold beer. “Life could not be any better” I thought to myself, then suddenly, I was moved to tears. The ranch of my dreams was so close and yet still seemed so far away. When I’m there, the restlessness fades away and is replaced by a quite calm that overwhelms me. Why am I putting off this pleasure??? Money? Stability? If I died tomorrow what good would those things do me? Besides who wants to be remembered at stable? Not me. I want to be remembered as a woman who followed her dreams and lived her life…without fences!

Life Without Fences

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Hot Stuff and Cowboy Butts

Don't even know where to begin with this post...my heart is racing, my eyes dilated, can't think straight and my knees are weak. I also think it's contagious! Don't worry, half of you are safe...it only affects the ladies and there is no cure. The affliction, cowboys!

I spent all day yesterday in the most amazing place...Grover, Co. Before you laugh, hear me out. Grover is a VERY small town (only .6 square miles), located in the middle of the Pawnee National Grasslands, has a population of 157, and the home of the "Biggest Little Rodeo In The West". Nearly 1000 people flock to Grover each year to attend this wonderful two day event, which is now in it's 88th year. This was my first time and I can tell you...it won't be my last.

Now, back to the meat and potatoes of this post, the cowboys. What is it about these guys that drives me (and many other women) so wild? Can't speak for all women but here are a few of my theories.

Number One: They are fearless. How many people will think "Huh, that bull or bucking bronco looks pretty pissed! I think I'll jump on it's back and ride it". They get tossed off, gored, kicked and have a 1000 lb. animal roll on top of them but still get up, dust themselves off and do it again!

Number Two: One of the most obvious. CHAPS! How can anyone deny the appeal of the cowboy's ensemble? Boots to make them look taller and give them a more commanding presence, chaps that nicely frame the cowboy's "assets", the hat that causes the cutest little curls to appear beneath the band and finally that big shiny buckle that might as well be a neon sign saying "Hey ladies, look here!". (blush)

Number Three: My favorite. The way they can spit, get in bar fights, tame wild beasts but still show respect to the older generation and the ladies. Something about a big tough guy calling me "mam" and diverting his stare that is very endearing, especially when you've just witnessed what he's capable of!

If you weren't infected before I'm afraid you are now! 


Enjoy the photos.


















Thursday, June 16, 2011

Still Looking

"A person is only complete when she has a true friend to understand her, to share all her passions and sorrows with, and to stand by her throughout her life."  (sent by Jennifer L. to The Friendship Page)


I'm still looking for the male version of this person, and at times, think I may never find him.  Maybe it's just me, maybe what I'm looking for doesn't exist.  He's a perfect person, that I have concocted in my head, that no one has the chance of living up to.  In no way am I suggesting that I am searching for someone who's perfect.  I am realistic.  The person I'm searching for is perfect for me! He makes me laugh until I cry, has a great relationship with his family and mine, works hard but with limits, has fun without limits (OK, maybe some), he will be handy, surprisingly romantic, ruggedly handsome and when he kisses me my knees buckle.  Is that too much to ask?

I'm in no means complaining.  I never want to be one of those people.  You know the ones I'm talking about...the ones that say "MEN, they're all alike".  How is that going to help?  If anything it will send anyone even remotely resembling Mr. Perfect running.  No one likes a cranky pants.

For the time being, I'll keep looking.  He's got to be out there somewhere. Oh, and I WILL have fun while trying to find him!

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Paths We Choose To Take

“All of life is a journey which paths we take, what we look back on, and what we look forward to is up to us. We determine our destination, what kind of road we will take to get there, and how happy we are when we get there.”


What a great quote...only wish I knew who said it. 

I am asked all the time how I keep such a positive attitude with all that I have been through during the past several years.  My reply, "I can curl up in the fetal position and cry or I can take what I've learned and use it to make my life, and all the lives I touch, better".  Given the choice I'll choose the later.
 
Don't get me wrong, occasionally a pity party is in order and can be quite therapeutic, but in the long run laughter and selective memory make for a much happier existence.  When I do find myself starting to host another pity party I just think of Snow Angels 7 final words to me (though not all together)..."Mom, get over yourself" and "I love you".  PARTY CRASHER!