update II

If I blogged all the time, I wouldn't have to keep giving you updates.  But I don't, so I do.

Let's travel back in time - doodledoo, doodledoo, doodledoo.

The month is April.  My roommate Sarah, crazy girl, tells me she's going to get married.  On July 31.  Of this year.  And she does it.  Which means, she's moving out to live with her husband.  Crazy girl.  And since she's my eyes and ears at my house, and well, let's be honest, things are going well with Dow, it's time to move everything out of my house, get a property manager, and rent the whole thing out instead of this Craigslist piecemeal stuff.

Dow and I come down at the beginning of August, with tons of help from Little Jessica and her husband, we get the house packed and moved into storage in about 5 days.  Ugh.  Oh yeah, and we had to repaint.

Somehow, while I love this wall, I guess not everyone else will.  Bummer.

I then realize how dumb it is to pay all that money for a storage unit - I planned on getting everything in April when we come back to sod - and bemoan all of my good kitchen stuff.

So, my parents and I drove down to Florida in Dow's truck and trailer.  Yes, 29 hours dragging this hugemongous thing.  And that's where we are now.  We have to try to fit everything from a 10x10x10 storage unit into this, now very small, trailer.

And drive 29 more hours home.

the pioneer woman

I love the Pioneer Woman.  In case you have no clue who she is, she's one of the top bloggers.  As in, she makes boocoo bucks...just from blogging.  She has her own cookbook out now.  And she's going to have a movie made about her one of these days.

So what does she have to do with me and my blog?  Well besides the fact that before she was big and famous, she's what inspired me to start my blog.  And more importantly, she's what inspired me to write this posting.  Why?  Because she wrote this article on Ten Important Things I've Learned About Blogging and one of them was this:

2. Blog often.

Whether you write a sixteen-paragraph essay about the cosmic implications of a free market system, a one-paragraph description of what happens to your soul when you walk into your godforsaken laundry room, or a simple photo and caption, consider your blog a precious bloom that requires daily nurturing.

And watering.

If you water a plant once every two weeks, it will shrivel.

Unless that plant is a cactus, and then it would thrive.

And to tell you the truth, I really can’t figure out how a cactus fits into this analogy, so forget I brought it up.

And you know, I've finally found how to keep my plants alive.  I just water them.  I don't fertilize them or anything.  I just give them lots of water.


So do you think it will work here?  The strange thing is, I kinda quit blogging, because, even though my stalker-thing tells me how many people are visiting daily - and people tell me I haven't been blogging - I think no one is really reading.  But you are!  If only I would write, you would read.  So I'll try to get back to it.  


I still take pictures for you.  I do.  Why don't I put them up?  Maybe the slow internet.  Would everyone please call Dow (don't email, he hates computers) and ask him for faster internet?  He might like computers better that way.


Anyhow, here's my first watering.  Here's to hoping for a great harvest!

poetry

Whewf!   At the end of July, Ellen told us this is what they call Dude Ranch Burnout.  And she promises we'll get a second wind.  It seems to me, that just when I hit a second wind, the storm pushes through and I'm tired again!  Which might explain why I haven't been on the computer, let alone blogging.

So for all of my loyal readers who are yelling at me for not blogging, I'm giving it another go.

Today, is poetry.  I briefly mentioned on Friday nights we have Cowboy Poetry.  And, as Dan always says in his Sunday Orientation speech, "Whose cowboy poetry, you ask?  Our cowboy poetry."  Everyone is required, yes that's right, required to write their very own cowboy poetry.  There are no rules other than you have to have something.

Well, you see, I generally have Fridays off, so I get out of poetry.  But that doesn't mean I don't make it into other people's poems.

Here's one for instance.  It's from a little girl, who was with her family and her parents' friends' family and she was the middle child.  So sometimes, she'd just give up and start crying.  But of course, with the way I learned to ride horses ("If you don't make that horse run, you will get off and you will not get back on!!!), I told her there was no crying allowed and she would have to be tough and make that horse do what she wanted...she needed to COWGIRL UP!

And so that's what she titled her poem...

COWGIRL UP

At first I was shy and a little bit scared

But I worked in the ring with rangilers who cared

One day on a ride I was scared and I cried

But LeAndra looked at me and said Cowgirl UP 

And I finished the ride!!

THE END!!!

LEANDRA ROCKS!

That's in her words.  I didn't add anything, I promise.  Even the last part.  Even the size of print.

But, here's an even better one.  This is from Domagoj (Doe-muh-goy).  

He's our dishwasher here, which you would know if I ever wrote my meet n' greets!  Notice that he's wearing the ugly hat that Oz picked specifically so no one would steal it???  Anyhow, back to poems.

LEANDRA

LeAndra, my our darling bright,

We miss you on Friday night,

You deprive us of your poem,

That would make Shakespeare look dumb.

On Wednesday nights you sing like an angel,

While sometimes you shout in anger,

I can't believe your sweet voice,

Can make such a horrible noise.

Those lovely freckles under your eye,

Can outshine a bright night sky.

Your strange and weird name,

Is the final fuel for your charming flame.

Of course, you can't have a poem like that and not have a response!  So here is the one and only poem I have, or will, write all summer.

DOMAGOJ

Oh Domagoj, our darling bright,

We miss you this Friday night,

You deprive us the words of your crush,

The likes of which could make a girl blush.

Your head is so shortly shorn,

A lack of hair is no reason to scorn,

You can still wash dishes,

Better than anyone wishes,

You speak with such a Croatian accent,

Be still my heart, lest I need a stent.

Ah, the name is Domagoj,

To the ladies it brings such joy,

But your heart I have to break now,

You're just not my sweet-lovin' Dow.

Ok, so maybe it's not my finest work - accent, on a time constraint, is a hard word to rhyme - but I think he appreciated.

Until next time!