Won't you give me three steps,
Gimme three steps mister,
Gimme three steps towards the door?
Gimme three steps
Gimme three steps mister,
And youll never see me no more...

Show me the back door

So... it's Saturday night and I'm all alone and feelin' kinda blue, and then I hear this sound on my wooden living room floor... jingle, jangle... jingle..., I poke my head around the corner, and it's a long, tall redheaded cowboy named Brian that I have known since he was a little boy, and he tips his hat and says "Lookin' gorgeous Ma'am, as always", and grins. Yes, that's my coffee table, and he can put his feet up there anytime (that's why I have a coffee table made of wood, just like the floor :) and spit in a can while he sits on my couch. Ain't no bitchin' 'bout that kind of behavior around here, because sweet, well-mannered cowboys always make my blues go away. :D

Brian manages one of the large ranches just a skip from my house. He had his spurs custom made and I think they're cool because they're a clover, (and the rowels are rounded on the ends so they're gentle to the horses) so I decided to take a picture and paint them.

Last thing I remember was saying,
"Hey y'all, watch this." Next thing I know I'm walking toward this light
When a voice from out of nowhere asked this question.
"Garth, what did you love most in your past life?"
"Well," I said, "it had to be between cowgirls and horses."
And as I wondered which one that I would settle on,
The voice said, "May you be happy with your answer."
I said, "What answer?" He said, "Watch this." And I was gone.

Now I'm back as a cowgirl's saddle
Heaven on Earth for all eternity
Forever in between
Every cowboy's dream
Riding horses, holding rodeo queens

Sew me, show me, throw me in the pickup
Take me, break me, make me what you need
It's safe to say we're made for one another
And you'll never fall if you just stick with me

Fit me, sit me, get me how you want me
Wrap me, strap me, slap me on your steed
Can't believe I'm out here flying with an angel
Oh this afterlife's sure looking up for me

Loping, roping, hoping that you're happy
Racing, placing, chasing all your dreams
Makes me think if I'd lived life a little better
Would I've come back as a pair of cowgirl jeans

Every cowboy's dream
You know just what I mean
Riding horses, holding rodeo queens

Garth Brooks

on the corner of my Mammy's ranch house porch

from a photo I took
I may do more than one of these, I took several pictures of empty chairs there. I like empty chairs.

Don't we get a pit stop, at least? Would somebody please stop the world from spinning 90 to nothing so I can at least REFUEL? I'm getting so tired. Buddddn buddn budnnnn bd......n.

I won't be wearing anything like this for a few weeks. I couldn't walk on my foot this morning so I had to go get an xray. I broke a chunk out of my ankle bone and tore ligaments in my foot. It hurts it hurts it hurts it HURTS.

muy caluroso, bebe :)

Pantera's puddy tat

What else can I do
when the tears have all been wasted?
And the only voice you choose to hear
Sings the songs of our hearts breaking

Say your dreams, they all have changed
Well, my smiles, they all have faded
And the thoughts that used to seem so pure in my heart,
they now feel jaded

Because I wanna feel like I did
And I wanna feel innocence

What else can it be
except this pride, I'm sick of drinking
Storm clouds all have gone away
Can we stop this thing from sinking?

Because I wanna feel like I did
And I wanna feel innocence

And I want you to know,
and to feel in your soul,
that someone has come and gone

I'm stuck up here with you
I never thought we'd get this high
I used to be afraid of falling
Now I'll spread my wings and I will fly

I wanna feel like I did
And I wanna feel innocence
I wanna feel like I did
Oh, I wanna feel innocence, oh. I...

Hootie and the Blowfish

My photo reference:
http://new.photos.yahoo.com/deadlyblondearcher/album/576460762310485602/photo/294928803036230195/2

Jumped in the truck and I headed for Kansas
Morning found me in Port Aransas
Sipping on rum
In that warm Texas sun
I've never been good at keeping direction
And I believe schedules are one of life's worst inflections
And I gotta be free
'Cause I'd rather have nothing
Than a whole lot of something I don't need

I'd rather have nothing
Than a whole lot of something
That don't fit the life that I lead
Material things and all that wealth brings
Just must be for some other breed
'Cause life ain't about the worries and doubts
That comes with the lust and the greed
And I'd rather have nothing
than a whole lot of something I don't need