Tuesday

Little Lost Calf

Back in November 2006, I attended LPL's National Conference in San Diego. Tons of mutual fund and VA wholesalers were marketing their wares and passing out all kinds of free stuff! I have a variety of these grab-n-go's in my cuffice. By far, my most favorite five-finger toy is a noisemaker thingy that sounds like cow. It's a little cylander that you flip over and back, then it makes a moo-ing sound. Make sense? Oh good.

When I first got this little noise-maker, I didn't pay much attention to it. Then I went on a cattle drive, and my entire perspective changed. Upon returning from my cattle drive, I flipped my little mooing toy and realized it doesn't sound like a cow at all. It sounds like a calf, a sad lost little calf. Like the grey one that got separated from his mama. The one Turnip picked up and then changed his mind, and the calf ran back the opposite way. I cut the mama out from the rest of the herd and drove her back around the arena to reunite with her wayward calf. Eventually they found each other and all was well.

Sporadically I find that it is much too silent here among my fellow cube dwellers and I ignite my cowgirl flames with a flip of my wrist and the mournful mooing of a little lost calf. Memories of better days swirl through my mind and stoke a longing I didn't even know I had. I can't wait to get back to the ranch, saddle up my horse and ride the range, until the end of my days.

Cowgirl Up!

Monday

...Like a Woman

MAKE ME FEEL LIKE A WOMAN.....

On a transatlantic flight, a plane passes through a severe storm. The turbulence is awful, and things go from bad to worse when one wing is struck by lightning.

One woman in particular loses it. Screaming, she stands up in the front of the plane. "I'm too young to die," she wails. Then she yells, "Well, if I'm going to die, I want my last minutes on earth to be memorable! Is there anyone on this plane who can make me feel like a WOMAN?"

For a moment there is silence. Everyone has forgotten their own peril. They all stare, riveted, at the desperate woman in the front of the plane.

Then a cowboy from Oklahoma stands up in the rear of the plane. He is handsome: tall, well built, with dark brown hair and hazel eyes. He starts to walk slowly up the aisle, unbuttoning his shirt.

One button at a time........

No one moves..................

He removes his shirt................

Muscles ripple across his chest.......

She gasps....................

He whispers.................


"Iron this...then get me a beer."

Sunday

Another Day, Another $0.62

To all my faithful readers out there, I have not taken the last ship out of Saigon. I'm still around, and around, and around.

My recent life in a nutshell:

I like my new apartment

Journey's new lead singer is pretty dang awesome!! They still Rock!

I screamed myself hoarse on King's Dominion's stupendous roller coasters.

Never take directions from a cheap hotel's desk clerk at 1:30 in the morning. You'll end up in Baltimore. Not so fun.

Suspended registration is an arrestable offense in the District of Columbia. I found this out the hard way, but talked and girled my way out of it. A Thank You card is on it's way to a cute motorcycle cop with a good sense of humor.

The Lincoln Memorial is awe inspiring. Almost as powerful as the Vietnam Memorial. I am so grateful to be free.

Watermelon Spike is pretty good.

I got a new Flat panel LCD TV with a built in DVD player, a stereo tuner and 5.1 surround speakers, all for $80 bucks. Sweet!

I'm making my own curtains.

New ceiling fan in my bedroom!

I've learned that I'm a pretty impressive shot, even for a girl.

There is more artwork than walls. What to do, oh what to do?

I wonder if the kitties miss the backyard?

I have to go grocery shopping. My fridge looks like a poor bachelor's.

Tonite is pedicure night.

I have a very surprised look on my face in my new NC drivers license picture. It's a long story.

Back to work tomorrow. Yay?

Friday

Comic of the Day


Some things are worth it!