GET OFF ME

Fall always makes me stop, breathe deep and begin contemplation of how cold my ass is going to get this winter. Can't help it, I am not a fan of cold, snow, wind, or freezin'. I am however, a huge fan of fire's, homemade cookin', wool, heavy blankets, sweaters, hot tea, loads of chocolate and endless cuddlin' on the couch, even if it's usually those damn mules that are glued to my sides, stealin the blankets and sippin' my tea. Damn Mules! I tend to hibernate most of the winter, so if you want to see Queenie before the snow flies, you better invite me somewhere soon! I promise to do better with postin' crap on here for any of you to read, friend or foe( I seem to be collectin' more of the former than the latter lately, whoo hoo!) and keep you updated on the going's on with Lucy and Stickers'. I am hopin' like hell we can rustle up a bunch of my favorite people to go skinny dippin' up in Montana before Christmas comes, and have a fami...

Make a wish, Make it grand, Make it big as you can stand. Make it loud, Make it strong, Make it up as you go along. Make a difference, Make your mark, Make your own creative spark. Make a statement, Make it true, Make it from the heart of you. Make a scene, Make a face, Make yourself some breathing-space. Make a way, Make more time, to laugh and play. Make peace, Make amends, Make a promise make new friends. Make it work, Make it go, Make it "yes" instead of "no". Make some music, Make some noise, Make a list of simple joys. Make some cookies, Make some tea, Make a date with destiny. Make a try, Make a guess, Make a choice for happiness. Make your life anything and everything you want it to be! Author Unknown How wonderful is this? Queenie.

Debauchery was everywhere this week! Old friends flapped their wings and landed in Whoville, new one's were forced by their Parents to come out and join the Circus, and others just wagon-ho'd in for a bit of moonshine and memories. I could not be happier, more tired, more sore in places I don't even mention here...GET OFF ME! I cooked, catered, rode herd on, liquor'ed up more people and laughed myself silly.Amok, Amok,Amok!! Bro showed up on his Cyder-Mocle and gave free rides, Women too hot to handle wore skimpy clothing( ya'll know I loved that!!) and I watched more friendships flare up and blossom than my heart can hold love for. Memories were made, connections re-solidified and lies upon lies were strewn about like lingerie at a Bordello raid! Whoo Hooo! Lucy and Stickers chased their tails, every other tail, and sniffed anything they could get to hold still long enough. Food from Coon-Ass Southern Women...Ok, just me, but hey, somebody had to help out these Da...

They say the cowboys' time spanned some twenty years And their day has long since passed That barbed wire now rides night herd And the roundups run on gas We hear that horses now are bred to ride Not needed to work cattle That cowboy gear is just for show Like a rattlesnake with its rattles As the lonely howl of the timber wolf Has been replaced by the coyote's song The tough young men who trailed the herds In today's world don't belong But out there on the prairies In the canyons and the draws You'll see horsemen herding cattle And hear the branded mavericks bawl You'll see horses hot and lathered And the cowboys rope and tie See the cooky's fire start smoking As the long day starts to die Just the sight of young men riding Brings back images from the past While they yet ride these memories Until the final day will last And high up in the heavens Riding t...

I heared it on the radio the other day that now cops can make you pay a ticket fer drivin' yer mules too fast jest by saying you looked like you were speedin'! WTF? What the hell does speedin' look like? If I am flyin' down the road with my hair on fire, plastered to the buckboard with my feet buried in Luce's Ass, then I can see where I would look like I'm speedin' But suppose I am the type of gal that just looks calm as milk while goin' 9-oh? Then how will you be able to tell I am speedin'?! Insert maniacal chuckle here! Come on ppl! This is as screwed up as a Soup Sandwich, and ya'll know it!! Get Off ME! There ain't no way to judge speedin' by looking! Its jest another way fer the Po Po's to meet their quotas without havin' to do any real investigatin'. I careen outta my drive way with my hair on fire, chocolate stuck to my butt, a smokey treat danglin' fer dear life outta my mouth while Lucy and Stickers run hell fer...

I briefly worried that only a few ppl were reading my wonderful dribble...then I ate chocolate, drank a lot and decided screw 'em! I am Hilarious...their loss, my sanity. I would roll out in the Wagon today, but its a friggin' frog strangler, and since there are crazy Ho's on the loose( potentially anyway)I am far better off stayin' put, keeping Lucy from lickin' her eyeball off, or rippin' her stitches out and careenin' through the House like a convict on a day pass. Besides, someone has to keep Stickers' from eatin' the yard full of sage. My work is never done...Get off me! I made a few scarves that will double as Mule stranglers' in a pinch, updated my computer, watched a lot of dribble(worse than mine) on the Stupid tube and made some Fabulous Soup. Life is pretty good when you stop and think. I am now consuming chocolate, and headed for a long soak in the tub. Wine, Candles, Music,Bubbles, and ... No Mules Allowed! Lucy, Stickers...Get outta...

So I am posting in hopes of well wishes and healin' thoughts for Lucy. Took her to the Sawbones today and found out she has a potentially serious tumor on her hip. I scheduled her for surgery on Monday, and here's hoping we find out its benign, and that when they remove it, they get it all. The prognosis otherwise is such that I feel like pukin' wailin' and lockin' myself in a room full of wine and chocolate until my uterus falls out, and my heart explodes. For her part, she is takin' the news pretty well...the fact that she doesn't know squat about it helps a lot! It is complete crap that Mules get Cancer anyway. WTF!! They are only with us for such a short time in the first place, and as they are buckets of Love and affection( and a little shit-bit thrown in if yer Lucy) is just total B.S! I am so mad, and scared I could jest shoot someone. Problem is, who? So at 8am Monday, Luce will be gettin' cut up,stitched up, blood-work done and a slew of other t...