It Just

keeps gettin better.
I get in my truck to go to town,
nothin special, just get in, start the engine,
and put it in D and go......
Then I hear a scream
and feel a little bump.
oh crap
I turn and look out my window
and                                                                    Wolfy

 is screaming and kinda running/ hopping
away from the driveway towards the house.
I jump out-
well, I don't really jump
I hobble anymore.......
I find Wolfy,
he has crawled under a crate thing
and he just flopped down on his side
laid his little head down
And stopped screaming.
I really thought he was dying.

Lord have mercy.

I have learned the hard way to be very
careful
when you reach to touch an injured animal.
I carefully reached down and caressed his
chest and I could feel his little heart just racing.
I started talking to him and he kinda started moving his eyes
and looked at me.
"Wolfy, are you ok?"
He raised his head and kinda whined.
It seemed his back leg /hip area was swelled.
arggggghhh
He wouldn't get up but didn't seem to be expressing a lot of pain.
He was responsive to me and his eyes got back to normal.
He seemed ok.
He was in the shade
and I needed to get on my way
so
what
else
can
I
do?
So I leave, go do my errands and when
I get back, Wolfy has moved to another spot,
but he doesn't get up to greet me like he usually does when I come home.
When I walk up to him , he gets up and walks, and limps a little.
His leg is the same as it was and had gotten no worse.
Good.
I think he is ok.
As time goes by Wolfy gets better and better.
He now runs away from the driveway when he hears a vehicle.
Part of the reason Justin and I have Little Red and Wolfy
is because my niece Fave, couldn't keep them in her yard, and they would sleep in the street.  She lives in town and her neighbors had
called the law on her several times.
If she took them to the pound,
they would probably be put to sleep,
SO
they live here now.
They do indeed sleep in the road.
I thought they were both run over one day as I drove up to the house.
They were laying all stretched out in the road, not a worry in the world!
Sound asleep.
Crazy little creatures.

Verdell has been very clingy and lovey dovey since he got in such bad trouble
over
Jane.
He knows what he did was wrong.
 He may not, but he acts like he does.
Desiree, my friend who rents our barn and stalls said to me,
"Whats' wrong with Verdell?  He doesn't react to me at all the last few days and seems very sad."
I told her what happened.
After the "incident"
I didn't make eye contact or give Verdell any affection until the next night.
He was so full of anxiety, knowing that things were not as they normally are.
He has since obeyed me so well, and stayed by my side more.
I swear he is going to open his mouth and say something to me by the way he looks at me.
Dad said, "Don't be to rough on him, its just instinct to do what he did."
Yes, I know.
I know now that Verdell knows he can get out of the yard/fence anytime he wants.
He just has to dig.

And dig, he can do.

He's a good boy.

Jane

is
 dead.
Verdell killed her this morning
about
10:30.
I am so sad.
Sad for Jane
Sad for Verdell
Sad for me.
Being the human in this debacle,
I am fully to blame.
The girls had still been so mean to
little
Jane
this morning her little head was all
pecked and bleeding.
I decided to put her in a separate/different pen.
The one I have is our old monkey* pen.
It is completely enclosed with chicken wire
has a good latching door, and I deemed it
safe
for
little
Jane.

I was so very, very wrong.


I put some really good food,
fresh water and
 there was a
tree for her to perch on.
I had it figured out in my head how to make her a cool nest.
She was so happy.
It was a beautiful morning.
J & I had worked
so hard
 on the yard
for days,
and you could finally
see it.
I was really enjoying the first full day of
Spring!
Finally!

It has taken us 15 months to get this far as
there
is
a
lot
of
stuff
and
land
here
to
take
care
of.

Thank you lord   :-)

I got Jane all settled in her Death House
 she was scratchin and digging in the dirt

just being little Jane

and enjoying the last minutes of her little

chicken life
and it was so good and wonderful
until
I
went
in
my
house.
I was planning on going to see
Mom and Dad in Lovington
so I was getting ready to leave.
I had told M & D I would be up and eat lunch with them.
Dad wanted me to bring him some cinnamon drops.
I get ready
and go out side to turn the water off at the well,
and there I see
Verdell
 in
Janes  Death House.

He had dug a
BIG
hole under the fence,
THEN
busted through the chicken wire
to get inside
and
kill
little
Jane.

I was speech less........really for a few moments
then it came
flying
 out of my mouth!
"Verdell, what have you done?"
"oh,no!""oh,no!"




Jane lay with her little head broken and backwards
on the ground
not moving
and Verdell
had
 no blood
 on him.
He knew how wrong he was
as soon as he saw me
and as I started hollering and screaming
at him
he
really
knew
how
much
trouble
he
was
in.
Verdell could not get out of the pen
because as he went in,
he pushed the sharp chicken wire inward also.
He couldn't go back into the sharp wire
so he was stuck
and
couldn't run
FROM ME.
I started yelling and crying and
I found a stick and I stuck my arm through
the chicken wire
and beat the crap out of him.
He is so big, and the stick was not hard
and just broke as I hit him
but he still knew.
He still knows.

All the other dogs,
Spur,  Hop-Sing,  Porsha, Sha-Marie, Bonnie, Clydee, Wolfy, Little Red, Feona, and Shaggy
were NO WHERE to be found.
They hid out for quite a while.

I walked around the pen
opened the door and let Verdell out
yelling at him the whole time.
He acted ashamed.
He should be ashamed.

I bent down and picked little Jane up.
She was still very warm
but her eyes were closed.
I was glad.
I hate the death stare.
I am so sorry I let her down.
I never dreamed that wire could be so easily broken.
Her main injury was in her back and
she really
did smell bad.
oh, bad,
blood and poo and death.
I realized now that I had put on my good
linen
white
shirt
and now I am holding a dead chicken,
walking around the house
still crying
feeling
guilty, stupid, mad, madder, sad, sadder, and
trying to find something to put Jane in.

We cleaned up around here and now I can't find crap.

I finally went in the house
and layed Jane on my kitchen floor.
I got out a trash bag (I know that sounds awful)
and put her in it.
I shoulda/coulda/woulda
taken Jane out into the wild
and complete the circle of life,
but,
instead I put her in the dumpster
at church.
She will complete the circle, just in the landfill.

Verdell acts like nothing, even tho he hasn't done the
Tee Pee, or lovey dovey tonite, which are his signs of affection.
To him, Jane was just another
Toy.
No difference between  a real toy
and fake toy.

I have had a lot of animals in my life,
but I have to say
Jane
was a cool bird.
I miss her already.
Crazy little chicken heart.

Sunset Today

*we really did have monkeys when I was a kid. They were squirrel monkeys. Their names were Peanuts, and Phylis. It was their old house(pen) that became Janes Death House.

Saturday

It was a beautiful day.

J and I worked in the yard
or lets call it the

 "pasture".

Terry helped us.
It is looking better,
 but we have a long way to go.

Monarch Square Garden with High Hopes

I made a pie.

Yummy

New Mexico Sunset

The moon was pretty cool.

:-)

It Got Hot Today!

We cleaned and turned on the swamp cooler on the front porch!
I love the smell of new cooler pads.
We have refrigerated air in the house house part,
but on the front porch-(it gets very hot, and very cold)
its the good old water cooler air conditioner.
I love it because you have to have the windows open a little
to keep the air flow going.
I love the windows open.
I worked in my garden today and have made a lot of progress.
I still get so mad
 when I am not physically strong enough
 to move or pick something up.
I really cuss when I want to any more.
It feels good.
It fits the situation.
I can't move you, you bastard,
but I can cuss the crap out of you.
yep, feels better.


Poor little Jane the
 chicken.
Welcome home my butt.
She is still being bullied by the girls.
I am however, wondering if Jane
has
issues
of
her
own.
Today, everything was fine,
and she fluffs up and just
runs right into the girls,
 they were kinda grouped in the corner.
Well, it freaked them out.
"you freaky little bird, why did you do that?"
I guess we will never know.
I hope things get better
for
Jane.
She jumped on my back when I bent over.
She jumped on me everytime I got still.
Crazy bird.
We will work on getting the air conditioner
working in the
chicken
pen.
The girls don't like it too hot.
We want to keep those eggs coming.
They are so good.

Come on Summer
I'm ready.

:-)

Sunny Day

Still Winter

:-)

Little Jane

     I had a chicken sit on my head today.
for real.
ha
Ruthie is a new friend that needed
to find a home for her last, lone
chicken.
I dont know why she had just one
I just know she is moving and wanted to get rid of a
chicken.
I stopped by her place this evening
on my way home from Lovington.
There I found a
chicken
who I named
Jane.
She is black and white speckled.
Unfortunately my girls had to act like
bullies.
I think Jane trusted me because
as soon as Nancy and Whoopi
started their bullying crap
she jumped
 right
 up
 on
 my
 head.
I had just sat down
on a sawed off
tree stump that I have in the
chicken
pen.
Bless her little
chicken
heart,
she was scared.
I didn't shoo her off my head,
all tho I was concerned about
chicken
poop
on
my
head.
Fortunately, she didn't poop on me
and jumped down after the coast was clear.
The Nancy/Whoopi tag team kept the pressure up
and Jane jumped up on my leg several times to escape their
ruffle.
The girls-Nancy, Whoopi, Joey, Elizabeth,Sherri,Barb,Goldie,
are so spoiled by having real food from Debbies Cafe
EVERYDAY but Saturday,
they are never really hungry.
D saves the scraps for the girls and has about 3-4
big cans of throw out food for them everyday.
When new
 little Jane
 saw that food
she got excited.
She grabbed a tater tot and ran.
That alarmed Nancy and she took off after her
 followed by Whoopi.
Jane resisted and ate very fast.
This happened a couple more times until Jane decided
she liked this food and
fought
back.
The girls started ignoring her
and she started eating.
A few hours
later......
I went back out to the
chicken
pen
 to check on everyone.
They were all perched on their perch,
Jane right there with everyone.
You know even
chickens
can have all the
love
bones
and toys
they
need.
Welcome home little Jane.
:-)

It was great!

Dad's 90th Birthday Party was great!

I have to say I am glad it is behind me.
For me,
 there is always an anxiety when you are pulling so many different things and people together.
One of the things I didn't count on
was that
when I walk down the halls of the nursing home
I get occupied by other people talking to me and asking questions
and just general stuff.
I can get to the nursing home,
 and it take me 30 minutes to get to
Mom and Dads room!
The day I took Porsha (one of my chihuahua's) to visit,
 I don't think I ever got her
all the way to Moms room.
 Mrs Stevens wanted
to hold her and did for a couple of hours!
 Mrs Stevens is
 not looking too well lately.
Anyway
I got hung-up helping Laverne
find the bathroom, and then she needed

further assistance.

I was in the bathroom with her for 15 minutes.

I was trying to get Mom and Dad down to the room where the party was.

Oh well,
we all finally got in the room.......
There was a great turnout.
So many people from
E town
came.
How awesome.
Thanks to all!
I think I have said before that my folks are special.
They are.
Its obvious
others
know
this
too.
We did get the room decorated and it looked great!
Linda had the table cloths and our cake and cupcakes were perfect.
Cousin Cathy  sent flowers which I got to pick out,
and it was the perfect center piece!
Several others had sent flowers
and balloons
and I got a balloon bouquet
so it was all so colorful and festive.
Wonderful toys.
The girls at the home go above and beyound to help out, and had the
punch bowl and trays.
 It all came together.
The Lemon cupcakes didn't turn out so good.
I don't think the mix had any real lemon in it.....
(shoulda made it from scratch)
The cake was AWESOME as I got it from Kims.
Her cakes are the best.
The punch was perfect.
We poured Ginger Ale
over
orange sherbert/vanilla ice cream
swirl.
Yum.
Thanks to Tara P's help,
kept it filled.
Spanish peanuts were also served.
We once again
 really did
 have all the
love
bones
and toys
we
needed.

:-)


My family from Colorado came down.
I know what an effort it took for my Aunt J and everyone else,
as she is getting old and it
 IS
 hard to travel,
especially 600 miles.
My cousin from Houston came too.
I love them so.
I didn't tell M & D they were coming
so it was a great surprise.
My Dad and his youngest brother Charlie
looked like twins.
My Uncle Charlie died when he was only 59 or 60.
So young.
Too young.
I knew it would be hard for my cousin to see my Dad
as he looks just like her Dad.
It was.
"I wanted them to grow old together" she said.
Me too.
We didn't get to spend much time together
(me and my favorite cousin).

We both agreed that it wasn't about us this time.

I hope I can meet her in Taos and hunt arrowheads
later in the summer.
Good times too come!

My Dad has a great head of hair.
Unfortunately
he got most of it almost shaved off!
We had to laugh!
It really looks kinda cute,
and he said he told them
he wanted it short.
Well, it is!
He and Mom both looked good.
Mom in her Hollywood glasses.
Dad loved his
"Living Fossel"  badge.
He chuckled
with a little bounce!
He has always had such a good sense of humor.

Attitude is everything!

I vote
True
 on
 that
 Dad!

It was a fast trip for W & T & Chico.

The time change didn't help.

It means the world to me that
they take the time and money
to come all this way.
They are both so good to me
and have such a good
way
between
 them.
 They are so good together.
You can see it.
T is  genuine and real.
And beautiful.
So is W.
 I am
 so proud of them both.
I am
 going to go
see them soon.
I hope
 and plan.
and pray.

I know I have said before
that my family
 is
 big
& colorful.
We really are.
We took pictures of everybodys
"bunch"
 with Mom and Dad.
Each of my two brothers
 and
their
"bunch"
Me and my
 "bunch."
We are smallest in number at
4.
Then the
"Colorado Bunch"
Then the
"Whole Bunch"
What treasures.
I think the only thing we forgot
was a sign-in book or register.
We made-do
with a spiral
and the girls
made sure
to write down anyones name that didn't sign it.
I told Dad I would come up
 today or tomorrow
and read it to him
 and also read all of his cards.
  He got several.
He likes for me to read to him.


Ha
My cousin from Midland
got lost and Justin
had to go get him-20 miles away
Ha
At one point
I ask the nurse
 if we were being
too loud,
 and she said
"YES YOU ARE!"
ha

yeah
Bob treated us to
3 Harmonica solos
He is a GREAT musician
Thanks Bob!
yeah
He and his wife eat at the same table with M & D.
Many of the residents of the nursing home
came and enjoyed the party.
yeah
Happy Birthday Dad!
yeah!

Dad reciting his poem

Cupcake and cake table.

Blowing out the candles!

A good time was had by all!

We are always in a hurry

to get things done and over with.
 Why?


I had a dream
I showed up for Dads party
naked with no cake.
It woke me up!

Holy cow!

I did manage to get the cake
and everything else we need
to have a great party.

I hope Dad likes his
"Living Fossel" badge.

W & T and Chico
got here last nite.
They are my loves
I love to be with them
T and I made cupcakes
for the party.

More kitchen times

I got my phone working yesterday
but have not been the
great communicator.

I know we will have a great day....
Happy Birthday Dad
90 years old.


Holy cow.

Getting Ready

I getting ready for the big party this weekend.
My Dad will be 90 years old.

He told me yesterday that its hard for him to think of himself as 90 years old.

He also said that he knew he and Mom
wouldn't be here much longer
 and he has been thinking about getting all the "loose ends" tied up.
"Like little balls of yarn," he said,
 " I've been trying to think of anything I need to wind up."
"There are SO many things
 I wanted to do,
 that I will never get to do now,
 I just have to leave
 the rest up to who ever wants to keep things going."
I have been helping Dad
 "wind things up for years now".
He has lots and lots of little balls of yarn.
He had the forethought to tie up those balls of yarn years and years ago.
I really do have an amazing Dad.
I love him so very very much.
He is so unique, so kind, so special.
He is so smart.
He is so silly.
I remember one Christmas Eve,
 he wrapped a pair of underwear in a HUGE toilet paper box for
 my brother Mark.
Mark was so excited to have such a big present.
 That was the biggest present and it got a lot of attention and speculation....
 I was probably 5 or 6.
When he finally got thru all the paper wrapping,
 all it was was underwear.
 Mark was so mad.
 Mark threw the underwear down and stomped out of the room,
 all of us just laughing...
Dad then gave him something nice
 like a watch or something like that,
 and something Mark really wanted,
so Mark did have a great Christmas.
 I really don't remember those details.
Dad is a prankster.
 I do remember Dad telling us,
 "You can't judge a book by its cover,
  or tell what a present is by the size of the box."
Dad has always had a poetic prose to him.
Like I said,
My Dad is special.
At 90, he is still the Best Dad in the World.
I am going to make him lemon cupcakes
and get him a new pair of jeans.
He will love that.
I think we will have a great turnout for the party
which will thrill him.
I hope Mom is feeling well.
I hope we are all feeling well.

Signs of Life

There is life!
Here in the sand live small sprigs of bermuda grass..

Toughest grass on the planet!

  This will become my yard.

Plum tree blooming.

Beautiful winter sunset

Cresent moon

Moon face

Ready for Spring.

Wind

The wind is blowing a mighty force today.

It must be
snowing
in
those
Rocky
Mountains.

Dusty Sun

Thats a lot of dirt in the sky!

What a horrible experience

I had yesterday on the phone.
I am usually much better in such situations.
I know I was tired, but really,
I got upset. Really upset......
I manage a property for an old lady friend/client named Reta,
and have done this for many years now. Reta got sick and had to move in with her daughter, leaving this house, but hoping to maybe get well enough to come back and live in it.
The house stays rented for the most part, but we got behind
in December, because a girl was trying to buy it, but ended up
she couldn't.
So, I got it rented to someone else,
made arrangements with GREENTREE SERVICING
for auto drafts on the 6th of each month, but they will only do 3 months at a time.
this is their rule only 3 at a time, or I would do more. It makes it easy for me.
We also agreed that the payment will be $65.00 more than the payment, with this extra amount  going towards the payment we are behind. It will soon catch up, and then we will make ground towards pre-payments so when we are in a lull (no renters), the payment will be ahead, and we will not fall behind again. Great plan, works for us all.
Until some little twit named Michelle decided it wasn't good enough.
I haven't been so disrespected since my first marriage.
This girl not only was rude, but had a mission.
They really want to foreclose on Reta's doublewide.
Reta has a tax lien on this house, or we would have sold it
A LONG TIME AGO. I don't think little so and so knows that.
But, no one wants to pay off the tax bill. Its quite a lot of money.
The trailer is ok, but now worth that much.
So, we decided to just keep it rented especially
since rentals here are in such short supply. I have NEVER not rented it within the day I advertised it.
Reta is my Moms age. She is 83.  She lives in a whole other state now, and pretty much leaves all this up to me.  She knows I will do the right thing.
GREENTREE even called her and upset her too.
That is so un warranted. They oughta be ASHAMED!
I have talked and dealt with GREENTREE for years and have never
dealt with the low class, bully, threating, people as I did.
Shelle, the young, taking speed, stupid, bitch.
Jose, the one she passed off to, Jose made himself feel like a BIG man, which for him I'm sure is a new feeling.
 Yes, after  that he ended up pushing me over the cliff
onto the ledge where
Briana dealt the death blow.
 What a team of devils.
No wonder our country is in such a sad place.
I don't know why, but I cried and cried after I hung up.
I caved and gave them the information they wanted.
 I feel it
infringes on our renters privacy.
I've never been asked such questions and I don't think they have the right to ask them, much less threaten me into submission.
I felt assaulted.
I felt victimized.
I felt bullied.
I felt they broke the law.
They broke my laws anyway.
I don't let people talk to me like that.
Thats why they can only do it on the phone.

I'd like to wipe the floor up with em.

I will pray for their souls and their children if they have any.

Who knows what will happen with this little house.
It's a shame to not keep it lived in.
There is  nice little family there now, and they love it.
They are good renters, so whats the deal?

Greed be the big bone.
I think Greentree would make more money cashing in on the foreclosure, insurance, and many other PROGRAMS out there to make money off mortgages such as this.  Think how much has already been made in the last many years on this mortgage. I have heard of this happening to other people. Getting foreclosed on when you aren't behind in your payments.
I want to stay as far away from
Greentree as I can.
I regret letting my emotions show.  I usually would have kicked their ass, easily.
I want to think that
 I was exhausted from my trip
 which I was,
and I NEVER expected the attack.
 I was not prepared.
That won't happen again,
they can count on that.

There.

Hearts of Stone

They were!

1176.6 Miles

I just drove 1176.6 miles in the last 4 days.
 Thats a big bone.
My Aunt Cecil's Memorial was nice.  I am glad I could go.
Thank God for getting me there and back safely.
I went the wrong way up a one way street
 in Puelbo, Colorado
  while talking to Justin on the phone.
That was Monday nite.

 man,,, i was scared

I recovered and found my way.

My Family was wonderful
and colorful
as they always are.
I love them all very much.
Even tho Aunt Cecil is gone now,
Canon City is still full of my family and
I know we will continue to make memories
like we have all of my life.
The world is a different place as each of us
enter and depart it.
Jen and Royce just found out their new baby will be a

Girl

So many of my family
close, and not so close
have died
in the last few years.
Even tho they are not here,
we still love them.
Now,

we miss them too.

I love to see our family
genitics
when we are together.
Its so obvious we are related.
Not just in our looks,
but in our behavior and talents.
I have decided the musical talent that I have
comes from dad's side of my family.
No one else on moms side has this musical expression.
It really doesn't matter,
its nice to share
love, bones and toys
with those you love.

Canon City local

Aunt Cecils Flowers