Girl Time

Cowboy got home late last night with the Miata. It is soooo awesome. He is a car neat freak! I couldn't drive it to work today because he had to buff, polish and shine it. It was cleaner than 95% of the cars on the road. Oh no, it needs to be cleaner than 99% of the cars on the road. I did drive it around the block early this morning and across town when I got home. YIPEEEEEE

One small issue, I rolled the window down and it won't go back up...sure don't what to hear about it from Cowboy. He'll ask what I did to it, as if somehow I wanted to cause a problem on the first day I owned the car......MEN!

Cowboy left town so Sadie and I are on our own. So time for a little girl talk. A friend said I was so lucky. I've heard that several times recently. I don't think I'm lucky, just very fortunate. I was telling her about a collage I make every year at my friend, Dr.T, house that is about setting your intentions. The thought being if you can set your intention, it will happen. Here are my intentions for 2008.

I started looking at it and several things have already happened on it. I have an treadmill (pic by the blueberries), new golf clubs (bottom rt corner), new camera (by dog). The "time for giggles" is about really connecting and having fun with Cowboy--we are at such a good spot that everyday feels like that with him. I've been skiing this year. Just need the big honkin' ring that is smack dab in the center! Cowboy doesn't take hints well.

Two days--she's a good girl.

I forgot to mention. Sadie has been in the house for several hours alone in the last two days and she has not been on the couch, bed or anywhere she wasn't supposed to be. The war of will's may be over...I can only cross my fingers for that. She got extra treats from me today and lots of hugs and kisses.

MIATA

The Miata won out over the motorcycle for now. Cowboy left this morning and is driving the new car back as I type. I'm excited to drive my new baby around. One of my co-workes said I should get a personalized plate that says "PLUMFUN" wouldn't that be cute. Cowboy says the car is loaded and drives great. Watch out, I'm cruisin' now.

I love this picture of Papa..aka Cowboy. He was so good with the baby and could have held the little guy in one hand. I think Cowboy is smitten.

Sadie and I went for a walk tonight. I've lost 3 lbs., but I'm becoming obsessed with my new scale. I've got to stay off of it all week. Anyways, while walking, I noticed the trees. I love this time of year. It is amazing out and everything seems so alive. I can't wait until we can hang out on the deck all evening. There are so many things I want to get done this summer in the yard.

Nature and Nurture

Yesterday was my day for nature. Sadie and I went exploring. Apparently, we live very close to one of the bike/walking trails in our neighborhoods. I took Sadie and we went for a 3 mile trek on the trail. It was awesome and I think this summer we will spend lots of time walking on the trail. Sadie was in heaven and told me thank you many time. She was exhausted when she got home and so was the girl on the other end of the leash. Our hill into the subdivision is a killer. Straight up...gotta love nature.

Cowboy and I then went to play golf. He told me before we went that I was his "best golf buddy"...(aaahhh). (Excuse me for a minute...coming up, a little golf speak) So we are out on the course on the 8th hole and I hit a beautiful tee shot, long down the fairway, probably one of my best drives of the day. Even out drove Cowboy. As we are waiting to hit the next shot, a beautiful deer walks across the fairway in front of us. She stops to look around and casually walks on. I step up for the next shot and dink...10 yards...so much for watching the deer. Go on scat. Next shot, dink...20 yards...who likes this game and nature??? Next shot, finally beautiful coming off the club and thwack...who the hell planted a big ******* tree in the middle of the fairway... nature, deer, golf--don't mix. Don't play!

Tonight was time for a little nurturing. The grandbaby came over for a visit. Cowboy... aka..Papa was just a proud as he could be and held him for a long time and then it was my turn. He is the sweetest little thing. Hated to see him leave. It was a great visit.

Nature, nurture...I'll take them both.

Alpha Dog!?!

Yesterday was the day of the Alpha Dog. Cowboy's friends were here and he certainally turned into an Alpha Dog. No huggy, kissy, smoochy Cowboy for me. He was all about establishing his dominance in front of his friends. "Hey, woman do this..." "Hey, woman, do that"...Okay maybe not that bad. When I called him on it yesterday morning, he said he had to let his friends know who is boss. Macho ego gets in the way sometimes. It has to be a boy thing.

After they left, I told him that since they were gone, he could go back to being himself. He did. I got dinner served to me and he cleaned the kitchen. What a good Cowboy!

The other Alpha Dog of the day was my dear lovely goofy Sadie. Since she has been getting up on the couch, bed, etc. We have decided that she can stay in the basement area when we are gone. Yesterday, she decided that she didn't like the basement area and showed us how much by chewing up the door jam. I have no idea what will happen next. The war of wills is now on....

Splitting Time

Sadie and I get to experience something very new for us today. Cowboy is having overnight company. Since we have been together, his past life has been somewhat seperate from our current life. Although, I have encouraged him to invite his friends to the city, he hasn't been really comfortable with that. My old house couldn't hold any more people but our new house is big enough for lots of company. This weekend is the trial. His good friend and wife are traveling up to the big city to spend the night with us. I'm happy that he is feeling like "our" home is a place for his past world.

Cowboy and I met 15 years ago this month at a small town bar singing karoke. He can sing and I can listen really well. (I actually played back up singer that night.) We've been together on and off until about 2 1/2 years ago. Things have never been as good as they are now. I tell him all the time that I love our new house and am very happy. The tells me not to be so gushy. You know men, once you start getting sappy they get all squirmy... so sometimes I get gushy so he'll get squirmy...it's good for him.

Motorcycle or Miata??

Cowboy feeds the birds in the winter and this is what we get...the squirrel that climbs our porch post to get the bird feed.

Sadie and I got a nice surprise tonight. Cowboy decided to go on our walk with us. What a cute little family we are. Our neighborhood goes in a circle--2 loops equal one mile, next week Sadie and I will be doing 3 loops and work up to ??? Cowboy says we need to do 10 loops.

We spent the rest of the night debating if we should by a used Mazda Miata or a motorcycle. The Miata will carry two golf bags, won't quite work on the motorcycle. We actually bid on a Miata on e-bay but it got a little to much for us. He says if we get a Miata, he won't need a motorcycle. My guess....we'll end up with both.

Quiet night at home...

Sadie is always building her "nest" before she settles in for the night. I've been walking her every night for her and even more so for me---I'm working on that 3 lb loss for the week. Tonight, she kept waiting for me to take her, silly girl, she hates water and I have to shove her out of the house on rainy days. I finally open the door for her to see it was pouring buckets...she was fine with not walking. I, on the other hand, still have those extra 36 lbs still on my body so on the treadmill I went. I've tried to get her to join me on the treadmill, but she can't seem to grasp the concept...goofy girl.

Cowboy met a buddy for cheap beer night. Good for him but not so good for me. His boy time means that I get the pleasant aroma of Guiness Gas all night long. Aren't you jealous of me??? He did come home to find me on the treadmill. I just commented I was working on getting married. His comment, "To whom?" How quickly you can forget your comments. You said it buddy, I may hold you to it.

He was a good man and fixed me a really healthy dinner with steamed veggies and rice. He is an awesome cook. Again I have an extra 36 lbs to prove it...wait maybe 33 lbs if I keep on the treadmill.

Who couldn't love Sadie!

Sadie was my dog when Cowboy and I got together. He had never had an inside dog but has always had dogs. He had to leave behind his two dogs when he came to the city. Although it has taken some time, he has come to love her dearly. He doesn't like it when she slobbers on the floor after getting a drink. If she could use a towel to wipe her face, they would get along much better. He also doesn't like the fact that after spending the weekend with a friend of mine, she now thinks that every couch and bed is fair game. They have been duking it out on this for over a month now.

However, last night his true love came out for her. When it started to storm with loud thunder and lightening, she ran for comfort to his side of the bed. Next thing I know, he has gotten up and laid down of the floor with her, with his arm around her. He slept there until the storm was over. Just another sign of why I love this man.

This is our latest trash to treasures find. (sorry the pics are sideways--next thing to figure out). My grandma had a step stool like this in her kitchen and it was a favorite place to sit. We found it at a garage sale for $2.50--Cowboy didn't haggle on this one and agreed to purchase it. It turned out great and now sits in our kitchen. We LOVE it!

Good Guy...really???

Is Cowboy really a good guy?? Sometimes, I wonder.

I went out yesterday and bought a new Weight Watchers scale that not only tells me how overweight I am, but also tells me my %of body fat and % of h20 in my body. It is all apart of a plan to get into shape for the big 25th year reunion. I was shocked about what it had to tell me so I'm on a mission to lose 36 lbs before the class reunion is July.

I told Cowboy that today was the day. I'm getting serious (which was only confirmed by the three pairs of pants I tried on today and could get zipped with pliers) no more just talking about it. He came into the bathroom and asked to see how much I weighed. Every lady know how wrong that is....Hell, NO you can't see how much I weigh. I'll tell you it's less then he weighs but not by much. We were talking about how serious I was really going to be about getting fit and losing weight when he came up with the all time good one.....

"Maybe I'll just tell you, you lose the weight so I can carry you over the threshold, and I'll marry you"-- Not exactly the right thing to say...we laughed only because I knew for sure he couldn't have seriously said that. Could he???

Missing the Cowboy

I left on Friday for a little "girls" weekend with some encouragement from the Cowboy. Not sure if he wanted a break from me or if he was feeling a little guilty about the big "boys" weekend that is coming up...I really think it's was because he is fully aware that even though we make a great team, it's important that we spend some time apart. Doesn't the saying go, absence makes the heart grow fonder. This saying is truly proven by the fact that the only name on my cell phone call log for two pages is Cowboy. (Okay, so I called him as much as he called me.)

I really swore that when the "one" finally came into my life that I wasn't going to be the type of woman that always had to check in or call to say mushy things..but there I was, last night in front of my girl friends, saying "I love you", "I miss you", and blowing a kiss thru the phone. I know, I know, really I'm not 12 but sometimes I feel that way because of him.

I was good getting home. He had the house all cleaned up and a really nice supper planned. We hung out in the yard working on projects. I took a few pics and will post them tomorrow of a "trash to treasures" project we completed. Of course, I would say I completed but when it came to the spraypainting Cowboy asked me 15 times (I'm not lying) if I wanted him to show me how to paint. Not sure how I lived 40 years without him. In the end, he did the painting so it wasn't just my project.

Proven "scientifically"

Did you know that it has been "scientifically" proven that if you have smelly farts, it is gas that has 'honked' for the right-of-way as it was passing a turd waiting to get out??? That was what Cowboy told me this morning. He should know, he is full of gas and farts loudly every chance he gets. He says it's best to get it out of your system.

Today was a day that my job was bigger than me. I started the day with a headache and it got progressively worse as the day went by. Maybe it was the steady stream of traffic thru my office door or all the situations that I had to handle for the day. Sometimes, I wonder when it's going to come out that I really don't know what I'm doing and my boss is going to walk into my office and say "The gig is up....what do you think you are doing here!" I hate it when I doubt my self and at the same time, I pray that I do the right thing every day.

Today was a quiet evening my reality show was the one bright spot of the night. I love Survivor and swear that someday you will see me on that show.

I'm really starting to enjoy blogging. I'm going to try to adventurous and read a few other blogs out there.....if I can find them.

STUD???

Picture this--wranglers, well used straw cowboy hat, and a western shirt with the sleeves cut out of it, that's how my boy left the house this morning. Nothing like looking the part of a cowboy. I love him for his ability to be unique.

So yesterday morning, he woke up with a cramp in his leg. Tonight after he has grilled supper of a pork chop, deer steak, along with asparagus and beer bread, we were talking... the conversation went something like this.

"You know where I got that cramp yesterday morning"
"yeah"
"It sure was sore today. I think the cramp bruised my leg"
"really, that bad"
"I guess that's the price I have to pay for being such as stud!"
(Choke, laugh, choke)

Are you serious? He is a stud but really?? That's why I love him.

What we wouldn't do to find a bargain...

Cowboy and I have become the bargain hunters. What started out as a Saturday activity has become a part of our lives only last night it went to the extreme. We are garage sale junkies and trash to treasures finders. I was letting our baby outside last night (the dog), I saw a nice little trash pile at the end of the street. (Heavy trash pick up in our neighborhood). The neighbor had just finished setting stuff out and was leaving to go somewhere. Somehow, Cowboy talked me into putting on clothes and walking down the block at 11:30p to check out the piles. I'm so sure the neighbors were looking out the windows and laughing at us, but then again we were laughing at the thought that we have gone to that level of looking for the next good bargain.

This afternoon on our way to play golf, Cowboy told me that the had gotten caught by our next door neighbor pick up carpet scraps out of a neighborhood trash pile. Hey, the carpet was new and it fit nicely in the laundry room. I am so sure our new neighborhood thinks we are the Beverly Hillbillies.

Hey, thanks for all the comments and word of encourgement. I'm sure I'll learn more about commenting on others blogs when I have more time to explore what I am doing. For now, I think it's great that I can post a blog and I'm going to try to even add a pic.

A New Little ONE

Cowboy became a grandpa yesterday, although I can't call him "Grandpa". He says he's to young and I agree to make him feel better. Although, he's not to young but he sure looks and acts to young so I'll go along with him.

Cowboy has two grown kids from his 1st marriage. They are grown and pretty cool. I get along with both of them well. We even had the youngest live with us for 9 long months last year. I say youngest like they were 12 or something. The youngest is 25. (Cowboy started young).

I don't have kids but really want them. The biological clock is CLANGING LOUDLY, and if you are quiet enough I'm sure you can hear it from where you sit. I told Cowboy that we need a little one around, he replied that if we had one, "someone would be staying home alot, while someone else was out playing lots of golf" (sounds like a built is babysitter to me, thanks babe!). I'll just have to keep on working on that one.

I've decided to start blogging after receiving some encouragement from a friend. I am really excited about this and think it will be a good way to record my life and share it with others. I'm not sure anyone will ever read this and Cowboy is sure it is a way to attract psychos and crazies. Time will tell on all the above.....