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I grew up in a town with hippies, rednecks, and a reservation. My daddy was a cowboy and my mother was a Baptist. Thus, my life experiences molded me to be slightly off center at all times...sometimes right, sometimes left.

Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Kinky for Governor

I'm not going to quote Jimmy, so don't fall over.

I'm here to say, since Kay Bailey Hutchinson, isn't going to fun for governor in Texas, I've decided to support the Kinkster for governor. Actually, I'm kind of glad that Sweetness (Kay Bailey) didn't run, because, somewhere deep into our cups at Jerry Jeff's birthday party last year I promised Kinky that I would be his West Texas campaign chairman.

Consider these campaign promises:

What if we dropped all sports funding out of education and turned that responsibility over to the corporate section--we'd solve the education funding problem right there.

In education, I won't appoint anyone who hasn't seen the inside of a classroom. I say, "Leave no teacher behind."

I'm for the little fellers, not the Rockerfellers.

Freidman's just another word for nothin left to loose.

I can't screw it up worse than it already is.

WWWRD--What would Will Rogers do?

As the first Jewish governor, I'll reduce the speed limit to 54.95.

How hard can it be?

Kinky Friedman for governor...why the hell not!

Just the way that is used to be

But then it's flat-top, dirty bop, copin' a feel'
grubbin on the living room floor;
They send you off to college
to try to gain a little knowledge,
But all you want to do is learn how to score.
Yeah, but now I'm gettin' old, don't wear underwear,
I don't go to church, and I don't cut my hair;
But I can goto movies and see it all there,

I do love Jimmy Buffett songs...even if the whole song doesn't exactly fit, there are always a few lines that resonate and hit the nail on the head.

This pretty much describes the crowd and attitude of my college days--right down to the reference to my friend John who used to hitch up his jeans and announce that he was "al fresco", which he would then explain meant that he wasn't wearing underwear. If that wasn't too much information, he would add that he wasn't wearing socks. Not wearing socks doesn't seem like much of a problem until you consider that he was wearing cowboy boots.

I went and saw "Wedding Crashers" which was pretty much the perfect summer movie...didn't make me think, made me laugh, and wasn't too "junior high."

I think that most American's are resting pretty comfortably this summer...fretting over who will be the next supreme court justice, the heat wave, the incoming hurricaines. I guarante you that if terrorists can bomb buses and subways in London, someone out there is planning an attack in the US. Probably not a bus or subway (after all we all drive cars to maximize our energy usage and keep the price of oil up), but thousands of people show up for football games, basketaball games and county fairs. I personally doubt that they would set off a bomb in West Texas---but that is the assumption that we are all working under.

That's my schitzophrenic post for tonight. And I'm not even going to check that I spelled schitzophrenic right.

But I can goto movies and see it all there,
Just the way that it use to be.

Tuesday, July 19, 2005

On Paper

If I could tell half of the stories
The funny way most things begin
Figure ways to disguise all the half truths and lies
Find the heart of my song with the point of a pen
Simple words can be come clever phrases
And chapters could turn into books
Yes if I could just get it on paper

I am loosing steam on the blogging--and a little impatient that my friend who gave me my handle hasn't yet read my I sent a link to my friend who I have been teasing about her blog, and like the good girl that she is, she read it immediately. "wicked" friend is not off the hook, and I am sending her another link.

Speaking of Wicked, we read the book for the book club. It was entertaining, and I read it quickly, which means I liked it. I still think that the entire first section of the book was extraneous to the plot. I do however, really enjoy reading books that are connected to stories that we all know and love.

Right now most of my spare computer time has been spent getting my photo's in order, a task that is becoming almost up-to-date. I am at least working in the year 2005. I intend to learn how to set up a website so that I can post my pictures. I will probably finish just in time to come home with a few more gigs of pictures from Missouri. Slowly but surely, I am getting it all down on paper...

But it's harder than it ever looks.

Saturday, July 16, 2005


Look'in back at my background
tryin' tofigure out how I ever got here.
Some things are still a mystery to me
While others are much to clear.

My brother called me this evening completely excited about something he found on the internet. This is the same brother that told me about four years ago that after programming for five years, you learn everything you could possibly want to know about computers--and proceeded to get his PhD in math.

So, the Addition Doctor is just over the moon about these things he found...he is moving to the southwest and looking for a house to by. In this process, he found, and then He made me go there immediately. At you can look at satellite maps and satellite topograpic pictures virtually anywhere in the world. At you can download a little program that allows you to fly through the countryside.

So, I spent the evening flying though the ranch where I grew up, visiting my best friends house, looking at my house (where you can tell that trees cover half my pool), checking out the ranch that my gentleman friend is thinking about buying, and having some pretty good flashbacks to my childhood.

I grew up on an 18,000 acre ranch in Northern California. Ranching is not usually what you think of when you think about Northern California, but it was a real ranch, and we lived pretty western--more western than most ranchers, even by Texas standards. Flying on the satellite tour over the ranch brought back a lot of memories.

There was a hairpin turn on the dirt road to our house. On that turn I learned the exact point to hit the brakes and fishtail 180 degrees. It is a feat that I can still accomplish to this day.

One summer we built a "log" cabin out of railroad ties. We called it the "line shack." It was about thirteeen miles from the ranch house and gave us a place to stay when we were too far from the house to get home before dark. It was top-of-the line fancy for a line shack. It had a wood stove, two bunk beds, and a single. A tiny table to eat at. We also had to build an outhouse, which was not a house, but a plywood box over a hole in the ground. To make it nicer, we did install a real toilet seat. We even ran water from a spring onto a sink on the porch, so that we had "running" water. You couldn't turn it off, it ran all the time. All the supplies had to be kept in metal lockers, because the occasional bear would break into the cabin. It is still there....

The ranch was made up of a bunch of old homesteads. My favorite was the Bowman place--it had the best orchard--excellent apples. I shot my first wild hog in the Bowman orchard, and it was good eating. Nowdays, there is a new "house" just down the hill from the Bowman place. I heard in my hometown that dope growers from north of my hometown bought the land, and constructed what looked like a house, but was really a greenhouse. It was the largest dope bust in the history of the county.

The addition Doctor and I used to work the roundups together. My sister would always go with my dad, so, the doctor and I were left to round up the area's around Steep Gulch. We would hit all the berry patches, then round up some steers. The we would head down the mountain at breakneck pace in a massive steer stampede (we were late because we spent too much time looking for berries and frequenting the deserted orchards). Plus, we just liked to make it a little western.

It was a pretty cool trip down memory lane, and I didn't have to spend three days on horseback to do just makes me sad to see such a grand unpopulated place getting populated.

I'm just livin' in the sunshine,
Stay contented most of the time.
Yeah, list'nin to Murphy, Walker and Willie,
Sing me their Texas rhymes.

Wednesday, July 13, 2005

Twenty seven years of beer

And across from the bar there's a pile of beer cans
Been there twenty-seven years
Imagine all the heart aches and tears
In twenty-seven years of beer

It is only the middle of the week, and beer already sounds good. Although, as I've gotten old, I wouldn't even think of drinking beer in the middle of the week--I wouldn't get anything done, and I have a ton of things to do.

It finally rained! I don't know how much--I was still at work. But when I came home tonight I didn't have to water--there were big puddles everywhere.

I am on a "too much work and not enough play" mode. It is of course budget time, harvest time, and all of the busy times at work. So, today I booked a ticket to St. Louis, Missouri, for no other reason than I have never been to Missouri before. I had a $400 voucher from last summer when I agreed to get bumped off of a flight. I am going mid-August. I know nothing about Missouri, except that Hannibal Missouri is Mark Twain's birthplace. So, why the hell not!

I don't have a count of how many states I still have to visit, but the list is getting shorter. I chose between Michigan, Missouri, Missippi and Maine...the M's were appealing to me. I did think about New Orleans, but I don't think that the weather would be very nice in August.

So, at last I have a plan for a vacation. I will be studying up on what to see and do. I will take a picture of the arch.

As busy as I have been at work, it has been pretty fun--lots of challenges.

Only forty people livin' there today.

Sunday, July 10, 2005

Travelin' Girl

As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man,
I have chalked up many a mile.

I chalked up more miles today. We went to the mountains in New Mexico, where it was hot, but not nearly as hot as West Texas. It was a great weekend.

About halfway to the mountains, on a little road in the middle of nowhere, the sun started going down. I pulled over to take pictures...and got a picture of the sun outlined in coral in a bank of blue clouds.

Drinking coffee on the patio, I realized that the hummingbirds came to a feeder just off the patio. I moved it slightly so that I didn't have to shoot through the porch and took hummingbird picutres.

I can now add Jicarrea, New Mexico to the list of places I've been. I'm pretty sure I misspelled that.

I came home on the backroads. Texans amaze me--if there is one curve in the road, they can't drive more than 55. It took about twenty miles to get past all of them, then I flew accross the desert in a rainstorm. I love the smell of rain and greasewood!

So, tomorrow, it is back to work...and I have a lot of work to do. They moved up our section meeting a week, so I have a bunch of stuff to get ready for Tuesday night.

Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks,
And I've learned much from both of their styles.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Permanent Reminder

Permanent reminder of a temporary feeling
Amnesic episodes that never go away.
It's no complex momento, it's no subtle revealing.

I'm not going to tell you what my real name is. Gypsy Cowgirl fits me just fine. Lets just say that my name is a staid, plain 1950's name. My father picked it out. My father used to be pretty creative and fun (he's getting grouchy as he gets old), and it has always amazed me that he picked out such a boring name.

When I was six years old I wanted to change my name to Susan. Now that's an exciting name. I'm not saying I had good taste, I'm just saying that I wanted to be Susan. I complained enough about my name that my mother told me how I came to have my name.

My dad was working days as an x-ray tech and ranching in the evenings. He took pictures of a little girl with some kind of leukemia that had my name, and decided that I should be named after her.

I was born on the first day of winter in a blizzard in Montana. It was the type of blizzard where my dad dropped my mom off at the hospital three days before I was due. I arrived only a few hours late--the first day of winter. My mom decided my name should be Winter. (It was 1965, and this is the only thing my mother has ever told me that indicates that she was even alive in the 1960's). Winter wouldn't have been too bad--in California in the 70's I went to school with brothers named Forest, Harvest and Timber. There was River, Tree, and a few other names that weren't really names. As Winter I would have fit right in.

Anyway, when she informed my father of the name, some conflict ensued. My father has always felt that a name should be a real name. Thus, I got my boring 1950's name.

Either way, it is a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling, and it wasn't even my feeling!

Just a permanent reminder of a temporary feeling.