SHOE TREE

In the middle of NO WHERE, and I'm not exaggerating on the NO WHERE, we came across this cottonwood tree filled with shoes. It's near Middlegate, Nevada on one of the loneliest stretches of highway in America. Highway 50 to be exact. Saw some shirts later that said, "I survived Highway 50." Yes I did. It's got to have 2,000 pair of shoes hanging on and around it. Interesting huh? Well the story goes like this...A shoe tree starts with one dreamer, tossing his or her footwear-of-old high into the sky, to catch on an out-of-reach branch. It usually ends there, unseen and neglected by others. But on rare occasions, that first pair of shoes triggers a shoe tossing cascade. Many inscribe messages on the shoes in permanent marker...greetings, love poems, and life accomplishments. Well the tree in Middlegate was started during a wedding night argument by a young couple, later, their children's shoes were added to the bough. It's quite a site. It's got any shoe imaginable hanging on it. Never found documentation on a year it was started tho. So if you ever get in that neck of the woods, look for it, or for that matter keep your eyes open, there are some in California, Michigan, Arkansas, Idaho, Indiana, Maine, Atlanta, and New York. I hear there are BRA trees too, all tho I've never come across one yet! Happy hunting....

HOOKEY

This is Hookey. She is the mascot of Advance Veterinary Care Clinic. She is one of the coolest critters I have encountered. She has a stong will to live and a motor boat of a purr. She spends her days just hanging around the clinic. Loves to be petted, have her back scratched, play with her toys, and can hold her own with all the other critters that live with her at the clinic, (7 other cats). Her only obstacle in life is... she has no front legs. She arrived at AVCC with severe trauma to her front legs. With determination and extreme knowledge from the 2 finest vets Dr. Dave and Dr. K, Hookey made it through  a lengthy surgery and very long recovery. With lots of TLC from the staff she is doing better than expected and has proven how strong she really is.  She first started to walk on her hind legs like a dinosaur, now she walks like a cat holding her front end off the floor. She will jump in the chair, and has been known to jump on the counter. She is loved and spoiled by everyone at AVCC, so she is a permanent fixture there. She's just simply amazing!!!

                                                     

9.5

I'm a warm weather girl (80 plus degrees), so this is my ride on those kinda days.  One fine day as I'm heading home, I try to multi-task by looking down while changing gears. HA HA, not smart at all.  The curb just sucked me in and well needless to say, I crashed. I saw it coming, a little to late but time enough to process.... IT'S GONNA HURT! As I'm going down I was able to do the great tuck and roll to my left, jump up and walla. Not a person in site to be laughing their ass off at me. Well SHIT! I wish someone could have gotten a picture or video. I bet it was funnier than hell.  So since I was the lone soldier at this crash site, I gave myself a 9.5 for the dismount. 

OOOPS!!!

This is what you don't do to a client. Thank god it was a co-worker. Now Sheri needs color on her hair before all the great festivities this week. This is a big to do in Cody. The High Style Show, Art Auction, & Patrons Ball. You know these parties, $250 a plate for dinner, grown up prom really. So Sheri gets her color mixed up so I can apply it. I'm not a bottle baby with this, prefer the bowl and brush technique. So I start to shake the color up. Now Sheri informed me that the color needed to be shook up really well. Yeppers, (couple seconds go by), that should be enough.  So I get started  applying it on the top, work my way through out the whole head. Go back to make sure coverage with the color is good...OOOOO SHIT. UM Sheri its blue right here. Now we're not talking a little blue. Try cobalt blue roots. Thank god it's just a strip and two spots in the back. Well to make this story short, after 2 hours of color correction, no one will ever know. Please don't try this a home, I'm the one with the license! 

Justin & Sarah

Love sweet love. Saturday son Justin got married to the luv of his life, Sarah. The beautiful lucky girl. Or should I really say, Justin is the lucky one. He found a great catch, sweet girl. The wedding was very nice. Reception ...A BLAST! Got to see all my sons (Ivan, Ryan, Matt, & Reed). How ever... Justin is the first one to bravely step out of bachelor hood and put on that ball and chain.  Luv you Justin son and I wish you a life time of luv and happiness. Congrats.....

Beautiful Sunset

I took this pix off my front porch in early August during the Gunbarrel Wildfire. Pretty wicked...

Why Bowling and Beer Go Together

My idea of a good time on Friday night was not to get on a bowling league. It would be to go home, kick back and chill out with a Bud Light, but guess what... I got on a league. UGH

This was all my hubby's doing cuz his whole family bowls... and has like... FOREVER. I however never have. So with a shitty attitude about it, I give it a whirl. Did I mention my son can and does kick my butt. He has been bowling since he was 4 and his high game is a 288!

My first year wasn't bad, kept the ball on the alley. That's good right? Well I did also get my first 200 game and a 500 series. I don't suck so bad after all. I know people who have bowled for years, I mean 15 yrs. who have never bowled a 200 game. I can tell you it's not skill, believe me, it luck... PURE ASS LUCK!

Everyone wants to be a coach to you too. Some you take the advise, others you blow off. Now for the top 10 Lessons of how to bowl.

Lesson 1: drink a few beers before you bowl to loosen up. (loosen up or fall over?)

Lesson 2: take a deep breath before your approach. (I breath all the time. what's an approach?)

Lesson 3: take 3 steps and then slide.

Lesson 4: don't walk to fast. keep in time.

Lesson 5: keep your eye on your mark. (what mark? there's marks out there?)

Lesson 6: follow through after you release the ball. (what am I following?)

Lesson 7: keep your shoulders square, don't drop your shoulder. (will I fall over or something?)

Lesson 8: don't throw the ball to hard. (don't the pins fall down better this way?)

Lesson 9: squeeze your butt check. (this helps get the sexy backside? OK)

Lesson 10: use the 3, 5, 7 rule. (what does that mean?)

What the HELL!! That's alot to remember in like 3 seconds. My brain can't think that fast after having a few beers. 2 is my quota for an evening. Probably couldn't pass the breath-a-lizer either.

Now I've tried all the lessons sober and buzzed. I don't think it makes any difference. You either SUCK  or you don't. Some people I know blame the ball, the land conditions, or whatever else they can think of as to why they aren't bowling well. That's not it at all.... YOU JUST SUCK! So if your gonna suck, just drink more as then you won't remember any of it.

O... I also learned a couple of things to... a 140 average is just average and that's why you drink beer when you bowl. The 2 just go together.

What's Normal?

Someone used the word normal the other day and I got to thinking about it so I looked it up in the dictionary and it says...

nor-mal  adj.  Ordinary, average, usual; having average intelligence.  Well that's still vague. Who's normal,  and what's considered normal? Remember, I work in a Hair Salon... I see it all and I hear it all. So what I consider normal isn't what you may consider normal. I'm not normal (if you know me you probably will agree), got friends who aren't normal (but as weird as some are I luv them), then there's family (shouldn't have to explain that one, we all got some of that), man my dogs aren't normal (ones a head case, the other a genetic nightmare). Guessing the sign hanging at the place I work is probably the most accurate than.

Stages Of The Rectus Abdominus

The 3 stages of the abs... Justin son modeling the 6-PACK... Ryan son modeling the 12-PACK ... Uncle T holding the KEG... and Skyler son who's abs are busting with laughter.... Great times.... LUV YOU GUYS!!!!

OBAMA BUCKS!

Is this what currency would look like if Obama's face were on it? Just checking....

ATTA-BOY

This is what happens when teenage son learns to drive a manual....

Two dogs and a hammock!

  Welcome to t's island.. 

It impressed my friends 7 yr. old daughter Cassidy who says it how she sees it, cuz life is simple @ that age. Right? Gotta luv them kids. They say what they think, keep it simple, don't sugar coat anything, & don't over analyze.  Sitting around one afternoon Cass says to me, "T, you have 2 dogs and a hammock." With a chuckle I answer, "Yes Cass I do."  Think simple.....Yep I got the best of both worlds...unconditional luv and leisure! Thanks girlfriend!!!

Tattoo virgin

   After listening to people tell stories about getting a tattoo... I'll stay a virgin to that. My Moto was..."I'll never get a tattoo... EVER!"

       I won't mention any names, but my girlfriend Sheri and her hubby Terry got tattoos while on a trip to Reno one year. Sheri went for the more feminine one... the lower back. Today's terms call this a tramp stamp. How rude... She's not a tramp. Well hubby Terry went for the masculine armband.

      As Sheri tells it... "It hurt like hell!" She went into detail about the pain, how bad it felt, and even how she had to revert back to lamaze breathing to get through it. She was pretty damn sure she was going to the hospital before it was all said and done.

      Terry had his own choice words. I'll keep it clean though. He didn't think it would hurt that bad while he watched Sheri get hers. Well... surprise dude, it hurts...LIKE HELL. He put his man face on, gritted his teeth and prayed for it to hurry and get the hell over.

      After hearing their journey to the cool thing to do these days, I said "Screw that, I'll never get a tattoo, EVER!"

      I've got other friends (Ivan) with tattoos,who told me, it doesn't hurt, you get one then you'll have more. Nope, not me screw them all.

      You see the shows on TV and they make it look like it doesn't hurt . No flinching,  no crying, and no look of pain on their faces.

      One Sunday while cleaning house I decided I want a tattoo. A heart with an "S" in the middle, to honor my son... Skyler, on the top of my left foot. That's a long way from the heart if I were to bleed to death. Right? Ya same side as my heart to. DUH   So I tell my hubby who gives me the look of, What did you just say? I'm kinda an impulsive gal so if I don't get it now, I'll bail.

      So here I go, the tattoo virgin, down to the local tattoo place to tell Cyrus my plan. Hubby comes along cuz he just wants to see me scream in pain how bad it hurts and how stupid this was. Moral support right? HaHa

      With the tattoo in place I pick dark purple for the color. Cyrus offers a dry run so if I want to bail I can. Not a chance in hell, I tell him...Go for it. I'm prepared for pain worse than childbirth. Skyler was only 9 pounds 1.5 ounces. No big deal, I can do this. 

      My friends are whiners...it didn't hurt. Felt more like a paper cut. Looks cool tooo...

Loving it and showing it off, I decide that I want to add on. I want the word "Forever" underneath the heart. Yeppers, looks good! Finished I thought...Ha Ha nope. Now I get "Always" above the heart. Yep Ivan was right, they are addictive.

      So am I done now Ms Tattoo Virgin? HELL NO! I want a pair of lips on my left hip and Skyler's name in Chinese on the back of my neck...Who's the SUCKER now?