I'm not sure what is more disturbing, my fascination with bones, skulls, feathers, etc., or the fact that I know exactly where some of them came from. You'll notice this example above appears to be a dinosaur skull. Well at least that's what my son thought when he brought it home, back when he was totally into dinosaurs, sharks and whales, I think he was 3 at the time. And that is what we let him think for as long as he wanted. In fact, this skull is a horse, more particularly a horse named Boone, (after the local barber, who my husband bought him from.) And Boone's cause of death, domestic violence. Boone went off into another pasture to visit the lady horses, and quite obviously his advances were rejected. A well aimed kick to the forehead spelled the end for Boone. But the beginning of several home decorating opportunities for me. Weird? Definitely.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
my beautiful daughter, who is 23 years old today! She has grown in to such an elegant sophisticated young lady. So enchanting and cultured a regular Audrey Hepburn, I am posting a picture of her favorite gift this year. So much like her mother.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Friday, January 18, 2008
They are predicting more of this, actually worse, the worst, ice! Yuk! So I think I'll put out bird seed, deer corn and stay inside and play. How do you like this pink chenille bedspread I got for $2 yesterday. I really like this pretty pink stuff, but don't have a pretty pink room to put it in.
Monday, January 14, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
This is my Aunt Joanie and my Dad, today is her birthday and I want her to know how very much I love and appreciate her. She is the sweetest aunt a girl could wish for and I have so many great memories of fun things we have done together. Happy Birthday and many, many more!
Posted by Prairie Gothic at 8:07 PM
Thursday, January 10, 2008
I have always pooh-poohed the idea of parental controls for tv and other entertainment, for my children I have been the parental control. But it has become obvious that I am too easily influenced by what I see on tv and adopt behaviors totally out of my character.
I don't know why, but I have been watching "The First 48", guess it's the polar opposite, of "Cold Case Files". The Miami detectives, not a handsome lot of fellows drink their Cuban Coffee 'shots' to give them the pep to catch the perp in the first 48 hours. Why I would be so intrigued by these little shots of coffee, I have no idea, I have never been a coffee drinker, my daughter talked me into trying a Starbucks Brownie Frappucino, this is definitely a dessert, not a coffee. I have also tried cappucino from the convenience store, another dessert drink. But for my mornings I have always had tea, coffee was just too icky, something grownups drink.
For Christmas my daughter got me an espresso pot and now the coffee drinking has begun in earnest. My grand-pa used to say,"I'm so nervous, I could thread a sewing machine, with it running." This my friends is what drinking Cuban coffee is all about. I don't know what a meth head feels like, but I have a feeling, this is it. So either I will be really productive today or I will get nothing done, really fast. http://www.ineedcoffee.com/99/08/cubano
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Blogging is still new territory to me and I am trying to learn every day along with that godsdam Photoshop 7.0 (I would love to apprentice at the knee of the master,er mistress Anahata).
I see everyone has a nickname for their husband or significant other Mrs. Sweetheart has her Mr. and Pioneer Woman has her Marlboro Man, lots of people have their DH's, well I guess my true love will here to for be referred to as 'Rusty Shackleford'. When Rusty isn't busy with his conspiracy theories he makes a living for us by shoeing horses. He's very good at it, his clients and their equines love him. One of his clients a woman OB-Gyn had several Paso Fino horses and a pot bellied pig, Tiffany, who lived in their barn. When the horses got their feet trimmed Tiffany would get her pedi also. The best thing about Tiffany was the Christmas card we received every year with a gift card for a Honeybaked Ham signed by none other than Tiffany herself along with a slew of horses whose names I fail to recall. Ironic? Maybe.
Rusty is a dear and is very good about remembering holidays, his gifts are heartfelt, but some are not exactly what I was wishing for in my heart of hearts. There were many, many years when he purchased sexy lingerie, high heeled shoes and other accoutrements only found in such stores such as Frederick's of Hollywood. A look he loved for me to don, but usually way to small, uncomfortable and totally inappropriate for a farm, wife and mother more for the working stripper. If you haven't chased a Brahman cow across a pasture with red polka dotted heels, stabbing into the earth at each step, you just haven't lived. Then there was the time that I tried to slide between 2 strands of barbed wire wearing a filmy gown and knee high rubber boots to rescue the neighboring farmer from my brother-in-law's dog.
As time tends to change things, so have the gifts for obvious reasons I am sure. Now I get Dremel tools, shop vacs, reciprocating saws and such. And truthfully I use and appreciate them. But every once in a while something comes along that nobody especially Rusty would purchase for me. I didn't even know I needed it till I saw it.I found this picture frame with a shredded velvety painting, in it at one antique mall. The fabric picture was beyond repair, but the strange frame quite a treasure. The very next stop I made about 40 miles down the road had this dirty old tapestry, which happens to be just how I like my tapestries. So I rushed home fixed it up and voila! Thanks Rusty!
Saturday, January 5, 2008
We stopped in at Lucille's in Mulhall, Oklahoma for dinner. Lucille Mulhall was a cowgirl and friend of Will Rogers, who ranched and competed in rodeos and a wild west show. The cute old restaurant is located in an old bank building full of charm and character. And as for dinner I wasn't too hungry I ordered a sandwich, that would have fed a third world family of four for a week. The picture of it doesn't really reflect it's ginormous size.
Posted by Prairie Gothic at 7:58 PM
I hate to admit it but I am an addict. I love looking at the blogs and adore my favorites. I seem to annoy my family by chatting incessantly about what's going on in other peoples blog lives. I will tell my husband about the color of someones vacation cottage, or the cabinets in another's kitchen. Well this week, I just happened to be telling of Kimberlee's wonderful Christmas gifts that I had seen over at Edgar and Edgar. I thought no one was really listening to me, but they were and just look at this darling handbag my dear got for me. A New Year's Gift. He really does spare no expense. This bag is top of the line, look at the cosmetic mirror, all the better to see the fairest in the land. There really are perks to being a trophy wife.( I'm gonna dress up, put on my perfume and my Merle Haggard, oops I mean Merle Norman makeup and go out for a night on the town. There's bingo at the VFW.) Not really, I'm not that much fun.