Thelma and Louise

This is the story of Thelma and Louise. Not the movie and not the sad ending. Cowboy left my parents house yesterday about 1:30p to go deer hunting. On his way, he spotted two little puppies along the roadside, wet cold and hanging out in the ditch. Cowboy went on to his deer stand thinking the puppies belonged to the house that they were a block away from.

He left the deer stand around 6:30p and drove back the way he came. The puppies were in the same spot--by the road and in the ditch. He drove back to the house and pounded on the door. The lights were on but no one came to the door. Cowboy again left assuming that when the people came home they would see the puppies and take care of them.

As the night progressed, Cowboy thought and thought about the puppies. It was rainy, wet and very cold out. It would get down to freezing and the puppies were way out in the country where the coyotes would most likely get eat them sometime in the night. He looked at me around 9p and said he thought we should go check on the puppies. Off we go, over to see if the puppies were still there.

We find the puppies in the same spot and go to the nearby house. He gets the lady to come to the door. They aren't hers and she doesn't want them and could really care less about them. We drive back by them and they are shivering, yapping and just wondering around. Some sorry SOB dropped them off there. The puppies were very very sad. It didn't take long to decide that we needed to take them. Where, we didn't know. So off to my parent's house we go with the puppies.

I gave them a warm bath, picked the stick tights off them and got the bugs off of them. I dried them really well, and gave them some milk. They ate like they hadn't eaten in days. We soaked some of Sadie's dog food in water until it was soft and fed it to them. They were so much happier and Cowboy named them Thelma and Louise.
They slept in a plastic tub for much of the night. We were up a couple of times in the middle of the night for potty breaks, more eating and drinking. They were so friendly and cuddly cute. I called all the shelters this morning in the area an it was a no go. There are not many options in that part of the country. So we loaded them up with us and headed to the city. I was so worried and unsure of what we would do with them.

Sadie was not happy. She doesn't like little white furry things and rode home with me, basically ignoring me the whole way. I could tell she wasn't happy.



Thelma and Louise were perfect car riders. We found out by a dog person, they were most likely a lab mix and were about 4-5 weeks old. They didn't make a peep in the car.

We got about half-way home to a small town in KS, Garnett and stopped at the convenience store on the edge of town. I got ready to leave and Cowboy motioned for me to come back. He took Thelma and Louise into the store and told their story. A man driving a very nice pick up truck with Texas tags, scooped one up and said, 'This one's mine"--he was headed to home to give it to his daughter. Another family passing through from Oklahoma to Illinois ( I think they went to the OU/OSU game), fell in love with the other puppy and headed home with her.

Although, I'm sad they didn't stay together, I am so thankful to those wonderful people with huge hearts and a generous spirit. I hope Thelma and Louise have great lives. So much better than going to a pound or being eaten by coyotes.

On this Thanksgiving weekend, I am doubly thankful for Cowboy and his huge heart to care enough about those little cold, wet puppies.

Godspeed, Thelma and Louise.

The week is almost over!

I am ready for a vacation. I'm ready to get away. I ready to be anything but the person in charge and worring about everything. I'm ready to go home.

Although I have my own home, one that I love dearly, I'm ready to go home. My parents live in the same house that I grew up in. When I was around 9, they turned a 5 room house into a 5 bedroom home by adding on. That is my home. It is the place that I find comfort and energy. No one sees me as the boss. No one wants anything from me. They just want to be with me and I with them. The farm has no expectations.

Life on the farm is laidback. Time moves a little slower there. No one is in a hurry to go anywhere. Company comes for a visit and leaves three hours later.

The best part about going home is being with family. We'll spend lots of time just hanging out talking. Our Thanksgiving dinner will last several hours as no one is ever in a hurry to leave the table.

I'll sleep in and stay up late. I'll putz around in my jammies all day. I won't have to be anywhere at any time. I'm ready to go.

my workout efforts

The new treadmill has been awesome. It calls to me everynight to step on if for a while. I tell myself that I need to do it for my wedding, whatever it takes. I haven't gotten on the scales so I don't know if it doing it's job or not. But I'm beginning to feel more motivated to visit the treadmill everyday. Cowboy and I talked about going to the gym tonight. He had to go get his bow check so he could hunt this weekend so he wasn't home when I got here.

I changed my clothes and headed out to the gym. I had a great workout. Actually going to the gym is such a good thing for me. My stress automatically goes down. I feel so much better. I'm glad I went. If I can just keep this up, I might lose some weight before I say my "I do's".

He's a good man.

He's a good man. I suggested that we have a Thanksgiving dinner for his kids this year. He has been so good about coming to all my family's holiday functions and never complains. So I suggested the dinner. I wanted to give him something back. He was hesitant but then agreed to it saying "That might be okay". So I went forward with it.

A couple of weeks ago, she started calling his daughter. For whatever reason, she is not returning his calls at the present time. (Most likely because she owes him money.) It's really sad that she won't call. He loves her and wants the best for her and tries to help her out when he can and she repays him by not calling. So he called her for the past couple of weeks and let her know the time that dinner was to be served. No daughter at dinner.

I mentioned dinner to his daughter-in-law and she thought it was a great idea. His son and DIL were in for dinner. However, this morning at 7:30 his son called and they had to leave to go out of town. DIL's grandmother is dying and they didn't think she would live through the day and was asking to see them. Cowboy was not disappointed because he understands. No son and DIL for dinner.

Despite no biological family, we surrounded ourselves with other "family". His adopted mother came to town last night and was here for the feast. His buddy, Fish, was here. And at the last minute, his other buddy, Chuck, made it to town. Dinner was awesome. I guess that family shouldn't be defined as blood related. Cowboy never once acted disappointed or threatened to call it off. He did surround himself with those that are important to him. I'm so proud of him and my heart is full for him.

Sadie's Ritual

Sadie has a ritual every night before she settles in. It is the funniest thing to watch. We call it her nesting. I was finally able to catch it with the camera.

I'm glad today is over. The state is gone. I dealt with my staff. I have a weekend of family stuff and I can sleep in in the morning. Life will be good for at least 48 hours.

One more blog

Please induge me in one more rant about work. My staff have lost their freakin' minds. I have one crazy staff walk into my office and says to me, and I quote. "X is telling all the clients that she doesn't like me, you don't like me and I'm going to be fired. It's just a matter of time but I'm going to be fired and if the clients say anything they will be discharged." Really, WTF! Seriously, are we 2 years old. The state is still here for their audit and it's really not going well. My head was pounding so bad that I thought the top was going to pop off.

TGTIF!

Decorator

I think I have a new profession. I'm going to be a decorator. Mind you, that if you hire me, your house will probably end up looking like mine. I think I would be good. I love decorating my house and have tons of compliments on it. Most people say it looks warm and cozy, like a home and not a house.

My mom is going to be my first client. She is redoing three rooms in her house. We have picked out the living room furniture and it will be delivered Tuesday. We have the new bedding for the bedroom and I bought the accessories for the bathroom. She wanted fancy towels but they all look "old lady stuffy-ish" so I found these towels and prints and have to convince her to decorate the space with color and not towels.


My brother is looking at buying an new house. When I last talked with him about it, he said "you'll have lots of decorating to do". I told my sister-in-law that her house might end up looking like mine and she said "fine". What trusting family I have. There soon might be three houses in the world looking like mine.