Something I’ve noticed about buying shoes at Walmart is everyonce-in-awhile I find a great pair that I just adore. I’ll wear the hell outta them and then when I go back to get another pair they have discontinued the style completely and usually replaced it with something very uncomfortable/ugly. So now I have to find a new pair of sandals AND a new pair of tennis-shoes because *grumble* Walmart has all new *grumble* stock and I don’t like any of it.

Anyway, all that aside I’m in the process of tidying up clients files and being generally work-oriented in preparation of the big celebration coming up. My little company The Last Cowgirls Web Solutions is going to be celebrating it’s One Year anniversary on October 24th! I’ve been told that if a small business can make it though the first five years then it’s going to do just fine (barring disaster or whatever). So…one year down, four more to go! Cheers!

Oh, the title? Well that would be the punchline to a very very funny joke I heard this morning. Can’t tell it to you because it’s bad and I’m trying to behave.

So, my whole life I’ve been able to count the number of channels that we’ve had on one hand. When I was little we were literally living out in middle of nowhere where they didn’t run cable. We had an antenna. We. Had. Three. Channels.

That’s right, three. PBS, CBS, NBC. That was all. And I was blissfully happy with those. Grew up and in every house afterwards we still had at any given time a maximum of 5 channels. In high school we had two. The “Jesus Channel” (TBN?) and ABC. And would you believe it I didn’t mind one little bit.

Anyway, Rich has Dish Network…the remote to operate the little black box looks like a control panel for a 747 Super-Duper-Jumbo-Jet. I’ve learned thus far how to turn it on and off and how to open the screen guide that makes a total of like 987 channels available for my viewing pleasure.

Except I have one problem, I can’t hardly see the guide and most of the time everything is abbreviated so I’m not really sure what the hell it is I’m looking at (which caused one brief embarrassing moment where I saw the word Cowgirl in the title and it turned out to be MULTIPLE cowgirls, who had ALL seemed to forgotten their duds and had an odd penchant for horses). Anyway, It takes me a good 15 minutes to get through the guide….most of it is shit I wouldn’t watch anyway, so by the time I find something worth watching it’s generally just about over.

Apparently I’m over the top with my ideas on just what this thing should be doing. Yesterday while scrolling (and scrolling, and scrolling) through the channel guide I turned to Rich and asked if there was a way to edit the guide to show only channels that I’d want to watch. Because after all one can only scroll through so many “Spanish” channels before they want to don a sombrero and brandish the remote around like Zoro. Apparently this is not an option. But I can however set the t.v. to wake me up, put me to sleep and listen to Easy Rock at any given second of the day.

Don’t get me going on the user manual that came with it, it’s about the size of my high school algebra textbook. And oddly enough just as I failed algebra I have a funny little feeling I’m not ever going to be able to whiz around the ol’ boob tube with any sort of grace either.

*sigh* I miss my antenna.

So I had a great post to make. It was thought provoking, intelligent, interesting and entertaining. But I didn’t get to the keyboard fast enough and I have totally lost my train of thought…so ya’ll are out of luck on hearing anything amazing this time around ;o)

One thing I want to talk briefly about is women who have zero confidence in themselves. Women who don’t even try to be self sufficient because they need constant validation from others or have some sort of “emotional hangup”. I want to send this message out to the whole lot of ‘em:

Fucking grow up already. Everyone was born bleeding red and shitting brown. The way you act makes the rest of the female race want to choke you with tie-wire. If after trying, you find that you can’t figure out how to take care of yourself please get up from your computer, walk outside, find the nearest cliff and commence to throw yourself over it (bonus points if you hit every rock/tree/bush on the way down). Self sufficiency is the first step in getting people to take you seriously which if I’m understanding you right is what you’re going for anyway.

I’ve had people try to tell me that “it’s just the way they are” and “they can’t help themselves”….bullshit. Not to sound all hippy but behavior can be altered, character can be molded and re-molded if the need calls for it. I don’t find women of this nature cute or amusing, it’s not funny at all. In fact I find it flat out pathetic.

Ahhh, that all said I’m off to do something Columbus-like in celebration of the man that wasn’t really the first to discover America…but who’s keeping track right? Hasta!

A very dear friend of mine passed away on Sunday night. His name was Bob and if you ever met him you’d love him instantly. I just returned from the funeral and feel heavy and weak so I’m hoping this will help me “get it out” so to speak.

Bob was one of those guys who was always happy and he treated me as dad said earlier “Like a queen.” I’d know him for a number of years and he was the one that helped me find not only my Firebird but my truck as well. He never wanted anything in return, that was just his way. I didn’t find out until Monday afternoon that he had passed away in his sleep. Melody and I had just come down off Hamburg Trail after a long day of hiking and enjoying nature to it’s fullest. When my cell phone rang I looked at it annoyed as I didn’t want to be brought back to reality just yet. Answering that call was one of the most sobering experiences I’ve had in a long time. It’s very hard to have someone in your life that is so good to you taken away suddenly without warning. Today I cried not only for Bob but for myself. Selfish? Yes, but I can’t help it.

This whole week I’ve had the thoughts of him nestled in my head, not wanting to think too much about it because it just didn’t seem like it could be real. This man was larger than life there was no way I’d never see his smiling face and open arms again. He and I could always have a good giggle everytime we got together, whether it was sneaking around the wrecking yard so he could have a cig without anyone but me knowing because he wasn’t allowed to smoke, or bumping into him at the post office and ending up standing there for hours just talking it was a constant joy that I took so much for granted.

For me the world now seems just a little more empty as another one of the faces I learned to love has gone on to a different place. Bob, you were an excellent friend, a man of great compassion and most importantly a sheer pleasure to be around. I hope that this trail you have ridden off on is good to you, your horse is light footed and that you arrive at your destination with nothing more than a smile and a memory of all of us. I love you sugar.