cowgirl, artist, goddess of the plains
I had a dilemma….. Had … past tense. My things were on the 3rd floor of the “McMansion-in-Progress” (M.I.P.). I needed to move them out of the M.I.P. There were no stairs. Apparently no stairs were forthcoming according to the F.T.H ( Future Trophy Husband … of someone else) nor were any ideas forthcoming of how to move my [...]
“ Live like someone left the gate open.” My friend Terri left that comment on my last blog post. I can’t get it out of my head. That is the perfect answer to the eternal question about the divorce. “What’s your plan?” My plan is this …… I don’t have one. My plan is no plan. [...]
Since receiving our pink slip from T.H., I decided it was best to move Playboy and Blitz over to my temporary home while we wait for our severance pay. The neighbor’s ranch where I’m living has a nice barn and stalls. I hauled some hay and got them settled. (sort of) I was all singing [...]
Last fall, in preparation for the Big Red Neck Renovation I packed up and got rid of dozens of boxes of clothes, and stuff. Even if I do lose weight I don’t like most of it anyway. I moved over here to the cabin and set up house with a few of my [...]
I need to get this huge elephant out of the room, or more specifically out of my blog. It’s so big and heavy that it’s blocking my creative flow. A blog is much like reality TV. You have to be real or pretty soon you really won’t be here at all. Definition: [...]
There is a thing in the Blogging community called “Wordless Wednesday”. The idea is that all bloggers post a picture with no explanation to their blogs every Wednesday. I think it should be called “Lazy Bloggers Wednesday”. Anyway, I digress …. I am now announcing “Speechless Tuesday”. “Speechless Tuesday!” “Speechless Tuesday” is for pictures of [...]
Gets me. * * * Gets me not. * * * Gets me. * * * Gets me not. * * * Gets me. * * * Gets me not. * * * Gets me. * * * Really? Gets me not. * * * Gets me. * * * Gets me to the 3rd [...]
When I married T.H. I wasn’t young. I knew the difference between fantasy and reality. But I did not want to believe …… …… the truth. The truth became increasingly apparent when T.H. started renovating the house. The truth cannot be denied when it is in living color. And immortalized on the internet. I moved [...]
Every few years I get the yearning for a donkey. I’ve always wanted one. Most women my age yearn for another baby. I’ve never really cared for babies much. Well …… I really liked the baby I had, but not enough to have another one. I might feel that way about a donkey. I don’t [...]
We are engaged in a massive “Red-Neck Renovation”. This is an actual conversation between T.H. and me last night. (Not edited for brevity) ME: Don’t we need to get a PortaPotty out here for these guys? T.H.: Hell no! We’re out in the middle of no where. They can just go out in [...]
I'm Terah. A wannabe cowgirl turned real cowgirl. Well, more like a redheaded cow (middle-aged-woman) girl. Red is the color of my hair, my favorite color, the color of passion, and my toenails. An artist, turned CPA, turned artist again. My medium is fabric and textiles. Ok, I'm not … [Read More...]
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