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It's June Bug Time!!!

Boots~E — Mon, 02 Jun 2008 07:57:50 GMT

On this day, the first of June, just before midnight I encountered my first June Bug. Black and white striped with brown furry antennae buzzing around the back porch slamming into the "turd-berry tree" then bee-line-buzzing into the side of the house, ricocheting off the side of the house, falling ping-pong style between the potted calla lily and the decorative stone. So he gave up and stilled himself for the inevitable. I took a long drag on my cigarette and regarded him lying prostrate on the cement with spotlight glaring down in mockery of his oncoming demise, legs working the air in the last fleeting hopes of saving himself. So I grabbed him, flipped him over and set him on the ground. To which he raised his ass and hissed at me. Then he promptly fell over again and prepared for the, once again, inevitable. So I once again set him strait. He sat for a moment regaining his composure. I sat with him sipping wine and smelling the ocean. In his own June Bug way he took flight directly at my head, redirected, hit the tree four or five times and flew off into the night to conquer the world! HAPPY JUNE, EVERYONE! IT'S GONNA BE A LIVE ONE!

Friendship means to me

Boots~E — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 01:20:53 GMT

I will only accept what you are willing to give. I will never demand of you, only ask. I will always accept you for exactly who and what you are. Whatever you need I will deliver as much as I am capable of. I will always support you yet give my own opinion. I will act like a jack-ass at times and I welcome you to feel free to do the same so we may laugh about it then or later. If you do not agree with me feel free to tell me so; I may or may not change my mind but will love you regardless. I will always cherish being in your company, whether sitting bored in the hot sun saying nothing, ragingly happy in a new experience or struggling through the unhappiest of times with you so there will be that light at the end of the tunnel. I will always tell the truth no matter what you want to hear.

The Waiting

Boots~E — Tue, 22 Apr 2008 23:11:49 GMT

I sit with my guts in a knot, my hands shaking, clasping and unclasping because there is nothing else to do but wait. My hands do not know how to be still. My mind races and comes back to itself. Every muscle tensed, the line between my brow grows deeper, my eyes wide always open, focused. I've developed a haunted look which I carry always, so much so I've become accustomed to my new look. The waiting is torturous. I breathe and relax for a second, then the waiting begins again. How much longer? Are we there yet? When will I be?

F-ing stagnation

Boots~E — Sun, 06 Apr 2008 02:32:56 GMT

I picked up my violin for the first time in a long time. The technique was still there, though rusty. Why, oh, why did I ever put my violin down? I have music I've written, composed. I trained to be a concert violinist as a child. Life, as I chose it, did not involve my violin for a long time. I am finally coming back to my musical origins... my bow needs re-hairing, my strings need restringing, my fingers need reminding of what they once knew so intimately. But my ear and my heart are still there. They never did leave. Felt so good, so like home, to smell the rosin on the bow... on the bridge of my violin... the elegance of it's neck perching lightly between my fore-finger and thumb and my chin holding it there upon my shoulder, my bow-arm pulling and giving to the sound of the music I made... Where once were sharp creases across my fingers from the strings are now callused and scarred from other endeavors. Where once there were firm calluses on my neck and shoulder from grasping my violin while playing, it is now smooth and soft as if I'd never felt it's touch. Yet I picked it up today and played like nothing I've ever played before... I love...................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Art Project!

Boots~E — Wed, 26 Mar 2008 04:04:49 GMT

Does anyone have any old CD's they want to get rid of? There's an art project in the making and all the CD's available are appreciated.

I am the biggest clutz you know...

Boots~E — Tue, 12 Feb 2008 02:17:42 GMT

Just in a day I lose track of how many times I walk into a door frame, trip over something, stub my toe, break something falling on my ass, burn myself, get something in my eye and proceed to freak and walk into door frame, trip over garbage can cuz I can't see it, stub toe on random object lying on floor, fall onto said object and breaking it, and burning myself on stove because I was cooking in the first place hence I got vinegar in my eye... this is just in a ten-second time frame. Being a jeweler I work with a lot of fire. I lost count of how many times I've set myself or something else on fire that wasn't supposed to be. COMPLETELY SOBER, mind you. I've got lots of scars, most of them with a laughable story in tow. This is why I'll never be a ballerina. Methinks I need a helmet and a giant hamster ball if I want to see my next birthday. That's all, folks. Now I must attend to my newest wounds... bonk! Ouch.

Best day ever!

Boots~E — Sat, 09 Feb 2008 04:19:54 GMT

God and I made up and went back to our separate corners. As I have learned and relearned; the only way to be happy and lead a great life is to know that you and you alone have the power to decide to lead that great life. Amazing how everything falls into place, positive outcomes attract like magnets, when you use that power. I've been doing the happy dance all day. Yay!

sometimes God is a masochist

Boots~E — Tue, 05 Feb 2008 21:14:51 GMT

God: Hehe, let's see how we can fuck up her day a little more... Me: Bring it, Bitch! Nothing can bring me down. God: How about... THIS (lightening bolts) Me: You suck.

Success!

Boots~E — Fri, 25 Jan 2008 22:57:29 GMT

It's one of those days where the Universe seemingly conspires to make everything fall into place as it should be. I love days like this! Note to self to put in an order for more.

Happy New Year!!!!!

Boots~E — Sun, 30 Dec 2007 05:35:58 GMT

To all of you wacky fun-loving freaky fragglers, Have a wonderful New Year; may this be better than any in the past. Wish I were there with you to bring it in but I'll be there in spirit so have some fun for me! Rock it!!!!!!

been out in tha stix too long

Boots~E — Thu, 27 Dec 2007 05:49:24 GMT

To all of you whom I've relentlessly harassed; #1 no, I'm not sorry in the least. #2 there's more when I get back! #3 Just you wait and see. Mwahahahahahahaha! #4 Boo is in on it too.

to all you naughty elves

Boots~E — Sun, 16 Dec 2007 00:49:40 GMT

I hope Santa pimp-slaps you with your own stockings.

wtf?

Boots~E — Sat, 15 Dec 2007 05:14:09 GMT

There's something to be said(I haven't the slightest clue)about a herd of horses galloping down a snowy hillside next to you while you're rocketing down yourself on a little kid's sled. Intimidating comes to mind until you stop and one or more bites the sled and tosses it across the field. Then I just get pissy. Boo thinks it's hilarious.

evidence

Boots~E — Fri, 14 Dec 2007 03:17:00 GMT

Fuzzy had a field day with the sled...and the rake. Found them out in the field all chewed to hell but they still work...somewhat. The sled likes to turn left now. Who the fuck would think that you have to hide things from a horse? He's like a friggin' puppy! At least he doesn't live in the house. Got some good pics(finally)so hope you enjoy...

two maniacs on a hill

Boots~E — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 23:34:53 GMT

Took the Boo sledding on the upper pastures today. Wyatt and Balius followed us and started fighting over who got to stand closer to Boo. So I packed the baby into the sled and sent him on his way. Screams of terror and delight. Over and over and he finally learned how to control it. He only wiped out once but loved it. The horses had fun running along. So I ran the little one ragged and went back to my hot-tub and had some peace and quiet. Yay!

It's Boozilla!

Boots~E — Wed, 12 Dec 2007 00:39:57 GMT

So I was taking a nice relaxing soak in the hot tub. Then, commotion from the next room... A certain short person was blanket-racing down the stairs with his entourage of rotties. I calmly stepped over the whole mess and went to my room. Ahhh, relaxing on the bed. Suddenly...Whump! Same short person decided it was high time I be body-slammed out of my sereneness. Like a bad dream he kept coming back. Next thing I know there is his entourage bouncing and howling on my bed. As tranquilly as I can manage I boot everyone the fuck out... except for the short one. Like a spider monkey he hurdled himself all over the room and was not in the least bit interested in giving my little Tokyo any peace whatsoever. But then an airplane ride flew up out of nowhere and shot Boozilla into the air and onto the fluffy blankets of his very own bed... where he resumed crashing the shit out of Tokyo, Hiroshima, Saganaki etc... Stay tuned til next time.

family

Boots~E — Mon, 10 Dec 2007 03:28:44 GMT

I hadn't seen my baby cousin in ten years. I once told my aunt," he may be your son but he's MY baby." He used to come see me every summer when we were younger and I would take the two weeks off from work, school, anything just to be with him. Those are some of the most precious moments of my life. Chandler is the spitting image of him, so you know what an incredible person he is. However, because it has been ten years, that little boy has grown into a man and I am only getting to know him again. I missed a lot of his life... Makes you think about what is so important...

Snow monster

Boots~E — Sat, 08 Dec 2007 00:46:05 GMT

My aunt thought it would be hysterical to bundle me up in her extra winter gear. Bright orange snowpants(so the hunters won't shoot me) and a way too big fluffy down coat that zips all the way up so all you can see are my eyeballs. I look like Kenny from South Park. Aaaarrrrgh! Boo and I built a snow monster. It's aweful. Looks like some horrible white ground blob with sticks and thistles all over it coming to get you. Then we rolled around and became snow monsters ourselves. Fun times.

lovin' life

Boots~E — Thu, 06 Dec 2007 04:22:54 GMT

We bundled up and tore all over the ranch making snow angels and racing each other for one thing and another. The horses all lined up to watch while munching their hay. 'Twas cool that the wild mustang came up to say hi and continued to follow us wherever we went. Even let Chandler pat him and play hide and seek under his legs. Wyatt softly came by and lowered his head to Chandler, tilted his head sideways and up so that he could see him, embracing him between his neck and shoulder. HUG!! Winnebago stood guard and kept a keen eye on Chandler while she snuggled me... Fuzzy gave me a big horse kiss, bit Baily(mustang) on the ass and went to his stall. Hugs for Fuzzy, jealous little sweatheart! I snuck him some extra pats and lovin'. Don't tell the other horses.

That's right, no pics yet

Boots~E — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 15:20:37 GMT

Have to get into town to put them all on CD then I can post them. The Boo got a hold of the camera and used up most of the film. Can't wait to see the world from his point of view. He's been telling me he wants Max's wolf suit from "Where the Wild Things are" . It's his favorite book and he insists I read it to him every night even though he has it memorized. Maybe auntie Jaq-pot will get off her sewing ass and respond to my friend request and start the suit for christmas! Yeah, you , hoadie!

bored bored bored booooooored

Boots~E — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 05:25:21 GMT

I'm making a toilet paper tutu for the dog. He's asleep so he doesn't even know it. Wish Levi were here. I think I'm getting cabin fever... going to gallop a horse across the snow tomorrow. Maybe that will keep me from messing with the dog. Weeeeeeeee!!!!!

dogs up the wazoo

Boots~E — Tue, 04 Dec 2007 04:38:50 GMT

There are six of them in all... Zeus is a 130lb. rottie/bloodhound who keeps the entire household in check. He sleeps at my feet. Bella and Lucy are sister rotties whom my auntie saved from some horrendous living conditions. They are eternally greatful. They also love playing with Chandler on the trampoline strategically placed in the kitchen. We call them "the natives" and they are restless. Then there is Hanky Panky, a giant black wolf hybrid. He is also the biggest wuss in the house. He can stand on all fours and grab anything off the counter with ease but will fly like lightening downstairs or under the table if you even look at him cross-eyed. He's that way because, in the dog pack that they are, he is at the bottom of the totem pole. Poor baby. He's still very sweet. The dachsunds are Charlie Brown and Tasha. Father and daughter, they just kind of happened to fall into my auntie's lap. We call them the midgets and they are probably the most formidable. They perch on the sofa like birds but if one of the big dogs gets too close they launch themselves like bullets at them and send them yelping to the other side of the house. Guess they have to be that belligerant to make it in this house. They sleep with Chandler at night and have grown an affinity with him. There is nothing like bonding with an animal... they are the purest forms of love on this earth and I must say I am getting aquainted with some of the best. As I write Zeus, as always, is positioned right at my feet dreaming away... with one eye opened to make sure everything is as it should be. I miss my doggie back home. Love to you all and goodnight.