Twas the night before POWERBALL
and all along the flank
the Wright City bunch
was headed to the bank.
The quick picks were hung by the chimney with care
in hopes that Saint MoneyTrain
would soon be there...
Pancho and Faucho were snuggled in their bed
with visions of casinos dancing in their head,
while Smokey in her kerchief, and I in my sombrero
thought of celebrating with some Jose Cuervo.
When all of a sudden there arose such a clatter
we sprang from our beds.....
(OK, we groaned, rolled over, put our feet on the floor, and waited for the feeling to come back into our limbs)
to see what was the matter.
Its seems them damn balls used by the lotto
ain't heard the real news
cause they keep turning up blotto
fueling the POWERBALL blues
It's time like these we gotta reach out
and seek counsel divine and true
that's right sports fans, shout
"WHAT WOULD GENE DO?"
WWGD is the way to go
as he'd say, "Keep throwing that dough"
One day you'll find that pot of gold
as you have a blast trying
and gracefully grow old.......
Friday, May 27, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Thank You Oh LORD
It's dusk on the ranch.
The world is soft, fuzzy and cool.
The leaves of the trees blend into a cacophony of dark green with golden edges of fading sun.
The horizon is a solemn farewell of sunset beauty that is a promise of morrow's dawn.
The world is a good place.
Thank you, Oh Lord, for this our many blessings of subtle environmental innuendo artistic blessing, soulful love, and plain spoken ranch "I am love" views.
GOD is love and life is good.
Thank you oh Lord for this our many blessings!
The world is soft, fuzzy and cool.
The leaves of the trees blend into a cacophony of dark green with golden edges of fading sun.
The horizon is a solemn farewell of sunset beauty that is a promise of morrow's dawn.
The world is a good place.
Thank you, Oh Lord, for this our many blessings of subtle environmental innuendo artistic blessing, soulful love, and plain spoken ranch "I am love" views.
GOD is love and life is good.
Thank you oh Lord for this our many blessings!
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Random Thoughts on Mom
The ranch hand only heard his sainted Mom cuss one time in his life
Back in younger days, yours truly decided to seine some trotline bait out of a small tank on Uncle Charlie's place. For the only time in memory, Mom agreed to pull the opposite end of the seine for me. With the first pull thru the mud hole, we drug out the biggest loggerhead turtle in East Texas.... and it was furious for the disturbance. As it ran at Mom with its snapping jaws sounding like gun shots, Mom began to yell, "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT"....nuff said
Mom made our clothes for years and the love she put in that labor was awesome. The fabric was essentially "free" as it came from the chicken feed sacks collected from donors. Mom made the girls dresses and the ole fat boy shirts and underwear. She had a fancy doodad on her Singer sewing machine to make button holes and such and no doubt had patterns galore. We didn't know any different way and we were country proud of them duds.
Mom was an awesome house cleaner...the floors were old boards, but she would scrub them puppies til ya could eat off them if need be....everything was always picked up...and the kitchen was spotless after every meal...
I could go on all day about the warm memories of Mom, but let it suffice to say she was near bout the most perfect person I have ever known....kind in word and deed to all....loving without reservation during all circumstances with her family...and a singularly beautiful part of my life.
I love and miss you more than you can ever know sweet lady.
Back in younger days, yours truly decided to seine some trotline bait out of a small tank on Uncle Charlie's place. For the only time in memory, Mom agreed to pull the opposite end of the seine for me. With the first pull thru the mud hole, we drug out the biggest loggerhead turtle in East Texas.... and it was furious for the disturbance. As it ran at Mom with its snapping jaws sounding like gun shots, Mom began to yell, "SHIT, SHIT, SHIT"....nuff said
Mom made our clothes for years and the love she put in that labor was awesome. The fabric was essentially "free" as it came from the chicken feed sacks collected from donors. Mom made the girls dresses and the ole fat boy shirts and underwear. She had a fancy doodad on her Singer sewing machine to make button holes and such and no doubt had patterns galore. We didn't know any different way and we were country proud of them duds.
Mom was an awesome house cleaner...the floors were old boards, but she would scrub them puppies til ya could eat off them if need be....everything was always picked up...and the kitchen was spotless after every meal...
I could go on all day about the warm memories of Mom, but let it suffice to say she was near bout the most perfect person I have ever known....kind in word and deed to all....loving without reservation during all circumstances with her family...and a singularly beautiful part of my life.
I love and miss you more than you can ever know sweet lady.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
The Rusty Spur
Building the Tin Star Ranch infrastructure has been a labor of love for the ranch hand and his beautiful bride.
Anything from clearing brush to erecting the bunk house has felt like an investment in future soul satisfying pleasure.
This week the ole fat boy started on a back yard bullshit arena.
The Rusty Spur Saloon now boasts massive frame timbers and will soon have a roof of reclaimed barn tin. Add a few comfort appurtenances and let the good times roll!
The aforementioned bride done called dibs on polishing that puppy off with some old rusty kerosene lantern lights. Ya gotta reckon she will follow with a barnwood adorned cooler for adult beverages, audio speakers to facilitate country western honky-tonk, and 'nuff antique cowboy crap to sink a battle ship?
Now pass an old man a cold one, please.
Anything from clearing brush to erecting the bunk house has felt like an investment in future soul satisfying pleasure.
This week the ole fat boy started on a back yard bullshit arena.
The Rusty Spur Saloon now boasts massive frame timbers and will soon have a roof of reclaimed barn tin. Add a few comfort appurtenances and let the good times roll!
The aforementioned bride done called dibs on polishing that puppy off with some old rusty kerosene lantern lights. Ya gotta reckon she will follow with a barnwood adorned cooler for adult beverages, audio speakers to facilitate country western honky-tonk, and 'nuff antique cowboy crap to sink a battle ship?
Now pass an old man a cold one, please.
Monday, May 2, 2011
Dick Tracy
Growing up in Wright City included an enviable environment, but electronic communication devices were not part of the equation.
Yeah, a few neighbors had telephones on the "party line" system, but our house was not one of them? Dad just never had much use for anything that added to the monthly bills without contributing to the monthly income or feeding his family.
The most advanced idea of future technology came in the form the newspaper's Dick Tracy comic strip. Detective Tracy always used a wrist radio to transmit his voice and image to recipients as part of his crime fighting repertoire.
The ranch hand can remember his first time to talk on a phone. It was in a red wooden pay phone booth in Henderson and it cost a dime to operate. Don't remember the recipient of the call or the subject matter, but do remember being slightly petrified at the prospect of talking through them "wires"?
Trying to get a bit ed-u-ma-cated over the years resulted in three college "degrees" on the ranch office wall. Didn't have, nor anticipate, a contraption called the "internet" would ever come into being to ease things during those days??
Bottom line, the ole fat boy has largely been in the dark for most of his life as to the intricacies of modern magic.
Today the ranch office acquired SKYPE.
That's right sports fans: audio, video, whatever; in order to visit worldwide with friends and relatives while watching a real time video of each other.
Don't know about Dick Tracy, but not sure Dad would ever believe this?
Yeah, a few neighbors had telephones on the "party line" system, but our house was not one of them? Dad just never had much use for anything that added to the monthly bills without contributing to the monthly income or feeding his family.
The most advanced idea of future technology came in the form the newspaper's Dick Tracy comic strip. Detective Tracy always used a wrist radio to transmit his voice and image to recipients as part of his crime fighting repertoire.
The ranch hand can remember his first time to talk on a phone. It was in a red wooden pay phone booth in Henderson and it cost a dime to operate. Don't remember the recipient of the call or the subject matter, but do remember being slightly petrified at the prospect of talking through them "wires"?
Trying to get a bit ed-u-ma-cated over the years resulted in three college "degrees" on the ranch office wall. Didn't have, nor anticipate, a contraption called the "internet" would ever come into being to ease things during those days??
Bottom line, the ole fat boy has largely been in the dark for most of his life as to the intricacies of modern magic.
Today the ranch office acquired SKYPE.
That's right sports fans: audio, video, whatever; in order to visit worldwide with friends and relatives while watching a real time video of each other.
Don't know about Dick Tracy, but not sure Dad would ever believe this?
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