Saturday, July 12, 2014

The Cold Looks

The skin on my neck still burns from yesterday's sun as I lay uncomfortably in bed.  The silver moon peeking through the open window.  The air drifts in cool and clear from the recent shower.  1100 miles and a time zone separate me from home.  Behind me I've left family, friends, horses and dogs to pursue a career.  Grand ideas and dreams have led me to this sleepy little town.  On first glance it's beautiful, quaint and even homey.  But one doesn't just ignore the questioning looks, the uncertainty of being a "newcomer".  It's not my first time being an outsider, a new town, a new address.  A few offer tentative smiles, fewer offer introductions.  I can't hear the words but I know what they're saying; "Who is that?", "Why is she here?", "This is our town".  I'm from a small town, and I've lived and worked in others, but this town is different from the others.  It's difficult to respect horsemen who say nothing to a man riding an obviously crippled horse at a competitive event.  Shaking my head in disgust my opinion fell on deaf ears.  The excitement that built upon hearing about said event quickly dissipated in the face of a cold arrival.  I'm not afraid, I'm not about to let the whispers deter me from enjoying what this town has to offer.  Head up, shoulders back I left that arena with a stubborn confidence.  I graduated college looking for a challenge, seems as a simple seasonal I've already found it.  The full moon bathes my room in it's calming and serene light and not for the first time I wish I could bottle up the calmness that it always gives.



XO Loves,

Me

Monday, June 30, 2014

I'm an Ole Song

Here's one of my favorites by Royal Wade Kimes.  This is a truly wonderful, down to earth and genuine man.  My dad first heard his music a couple years ago on XM.  He ordered a few cd's, really liked what he heard and bought them all.  Apparently Wade likes to contact folks who buy his music, get feedback, chat and what have you.  My dad's quite a chatty fellow and they hit it off.  From time to time Wade calls my dad and they chat like long lost friends.  I think it's really neat that they've formed a friendship through a love of music and like mindedness.  I just love Wade's music, he's a lot like a modern day Marty Robbins.  So here's I'm an Ole Song by Royal Wade Kimes.  And here's a link to the video

I'm an ole song just hangin' around
I'm an ole song, wrote in this town
Talk about love, the living of life
I'm an ole song someone had to write

CH.

Talk about love, talk about pain
Talk about sunshine talk about rain
Helped that poor man down his lonely road
You can hear me on your radio
I can take you home, I'm A Ole Song

I'm An Ole Song I can be your freind
Down and out play me again
I'll dry your tears help you with your trials
I'm An Ole Song I can make you smile

Repeat Ch.

Tag

I can take you home I'm An Ole Song
I can take you home I'm An Ole Song

A Touching Story

Today I met an old man.  As kind of a fellow as ever I've met, his brother was the same.  (I may have a soft spot for old guys being as how I no longer have a grandpa of my own.)  These guys live in the town just to the south of us, 1 of only 4 in the county.  Today we helped them string a hot wire fence around a meadow to keep the cows from over grazing it anymore than it was.  I had the luxury of getting to chat with them several times throughout the day.  But as we were wrapping things up I got a truly special treat.

I don't know what caused the man to tell me, a stranger such a special story but I feel so blessed that he felt he could share.  I had caught him on several occasions gazing at the rocky outcropping on the other side of the canyon.  On a trip by with some fence testers he stopped me with an unbelievable tale that brought tears to my eyes.

Somewhere on near 40 years ago, his memory isn't what it used to be, was the year his father was killed.  He was out riding the canyon checking on cows.  He'd been depressed over losing his father and overwhelmed with having inherited the ranch.  The day was incredibly cloudy, the sun completely hidden from view.  When all of a sudden the clouds broke and a ray of sunshine lit on a rock.  There on the rock stood a man in white, his feet not touching anything.  He faced the man on the horse but stood pointing towards home.  The man knew his wife was further down the canyon and rushed to find her so he could show her this miracle.  He watched the man in white all the while.  When he finally reached his wife the sun was gone and so was the man.  In his heart he knew that was his father.

By this time tears were streaming quietly down my face and I couldn't have talked if I'd wanted to.  I couldn't process the enormity of what I had just heard.  How amazing!  When I could finally talk again I told him that must have been an incredibly special moment for him.  That it's unfathomable that people can not believe in anything when you hear stories like that.  I could tell from his expression that that moment was forever seared into his memory.  One final goodbye.  I still get teary eyed thinking about it.

The fact that this man whom I'd only just met felt comfortable enough with me to share something so special cemented within me that I'm doing what I should be doing.  I know we all wish to make a difference in life.  It's my goal to bridge a gap that some see as unattainable.  It could just be my ego, but I think that old man respected me for working right along with the men all day.  I don't have to change the opinions of thousands, but if I can make a change for the positive in a few I've done more than most.


Xo Loves,

Me

Sunday, June 29, 2014

Home

Where are you from?  Where do you call home?

Such an easy question can at times be difficult to answer.  When I was younger in the span of 3 years, I had moved 9 times.  Good thing I had a PO Box, because that would have been a lot of address changes.  I used to joke that I never got called in for jury duty because they could never track me down, but seriously it's probably true.  Most recently I moved to Utah from Oregon.  Most of my animals are in California, the majority of my belongings are in Oregon, the necessities here with me in Utah.  Where am I from you ask?  I guess I don't know.  I think it's a Jason Boland song that says, "I have a harmless habit of being fine wherever I am".  That pretty much sums up my life.

Yesterday I called to try and get internet at my house.  He needed an address, only I truly do not have one.  We don't pay our own utilities, just a flat rate to the government which comes out of our checks.  There's no address on the agreement I signed and we can't get mail here.  The man asked if I could ask a neighbor.  Umm, if I don't have an address I probably don't have neighbors either.  He really couldn't understand the concept.

One of my roommates constantly complains of being bored, granted she also doesn't have a car having flown here from the East Coast. I have yet to feel that way.  Quite the contrary, I've felt rushed for time since I got here.  Having so much to get done each day that I rarely go to bed on time.  Of course I can probably count on 2 hands the number of times I've truly been bored in life.  I'm easily amused.  I've been here for almost 2 weeks now and it still feels like a dream.  I can't get over the fact that I finally graduated and now have 3 degrees.  I'm getting spoiled by the high country, where 85 is considered hot.  Try as I may, I can't avoid the effect of the sun.  Slowly deepening the color of my skin. My hands haven't been this dark in years.  I love it all.

 I fully embrace the old saying, "Home is where you hang your hat".

Xo Loves,

Me

Saturday, May 24, 2014

500 Miles

This song is such a great one!  Going along with my theme of oldies, here's 500 Miles by Bobby Bare.  It's another song from the 1960's and last summer it became one of my favorites because one of my family's favorite artists Royal Wade Kimes re-did it on a new album of his.  The original is definitely a goody though.  I hope you enjoy!  For whatever reason I can't get the video to link, so copy and paste this url if  you'd like to listen to it. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pv31UsxdHZw

I'm 500 miles away from home
Teardrops fell on mama's note
When I read the thing she wrote
She said, "We miss you son
We love you, come on home"
Well I didn't have to pack
I had it all right on my back
Now I'm 500 miles away from home
Away from home, away from home
Cold and tired and all alone
Yes I'm 500 miles away from home
I know this is the same road
I took the day I left home
But it sure looks different now
Well I guess I look different too
'Cause time changes everything
I wonder what they'll say
When they see their boy looking this way
Oh I wonder what they'll say when I get home
Can't remember when I ate
It's just thumb and walk and wait
And I'm still 500 miles away from home
If my luck had been just right
I'd be with them all tonight
But I'm still 500 miles away from home
Away from home, away from home
Cold and tired and all alone
Yes I'm still 500 miles away from home
Oh I'm still 500 miles



XO Loves,

Me


Saturday, May 10, 2014

Skip a Rope

Last weekend on my school for a field trip it must have been oldie's day on the radio because the song Skip a Rope by Henson Cargill came on. I faintly remember hearing this song when I was little(no I wasn't born yet) only I clearly didn't remember the lyrics.  This song came out in 1967 and was Cargill's only No. 1 hit, where it remained for 5 weeks.  I think it's a got a pretty cool message, especially for those times.  So here's the lyrics as best I could find them, and HERE'S the link for the video.

Skip a rope skip a rope
Oh listen to the children while they play
Now ain't it kinda funny what the children say
Skip a rope

Daddy hates mommy mommy hates dad
Last night you should've heard the fight they had
It gave little sister another bad dream
She woke us all up with a terrible scream

Skip a rope skip a rope...

Cheat on your taxes don't be a fool
Now what was that they said about the golden rule
Never mind the rule just play to win
And hate your neighbor for the shade of his skin

Skip a rope skip a rope...

Stub 'em in the back that's the name of the game
And mommy and daddy are who's to blame

Skip a rope skip a rope
Just listen to your children while they play
It's really not very funny what the children say
Skip a rope skip a rope
Skip a rope skip a rope





XO Loves,


Me

Skip a rope, skip a rope
Oh, listen to the children while they play
Ain't it kind of funny what the children say?
Skip a rope

Daddy hates mommy, mommy hates dad
Last night you should have heard the fight they had
It gave little sister another bad dream
She woke us all up with a terrible scream

Skip a rope, skip a rope
Oh, listen to the children while they play
Ain't it kind of funny what the children say?

Skip a rope

Cheat on your taxes don't be a fool
What was that they said about the golden rule?
Never mind the rules, just play to win
And hate your neighbor for the shade of his skin

Skip a rope, skip a rope
Oh, listen to the children while they play
Ain't it kind of funny what the children say?
Skip a rope

Stab 'em in the back that's the name of the game
And mommy and daddy are who's to blame

Skip a rope, skip a rope Listen to the children as they play;
It's really not very funny what the children say. Skip a rope
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/henson-cargill/skip-a-rope-lyrics/#1TtFSb0AhF61fUBr.99
Skip a rope, skip a rope
Oh, listen to the children while they play
Ain't it kind of funny what the children say?
Skip a rope

Daddy hates mommy, mommy hates dad
Last night you should have heard the fight they had
It gave little sister another bad dream
She woke us all up with a terrible scream

Skip a rope, skip a rope
Oh, listen to the children while they play
Ain't it kind of funny what the children say?

Skip a rope

Cheat on your taxes don't be a fool
What was that they said about the golden rule?
Never mind the rules, just play to win
And hate your neighbor for the shade of his skin

Skip a rope, skip a rope
Oh, listen to the children while they play
Ain't it kind of funny what the children say?
Skip a rope

Stab 'em in the back that's the name of the game
And mommy and daddy are who's to blame

Skip a rope, skip a rope Listen to the children as they play;
It's really not very funny what the children say. Skip a rope
Read more at http://www.songlyrics.com/henson-cargill/skip-a-rope-lyrics/#1TtFSb0AhF61fUBr.99

Saturday, May 3, 2014

Pendleton, OR

I'm sure everyone has that town.  That one great town they love/loved visiting or living in.  Of course this really only applies if you've traveled or moved much.  I chose to go to college a long way from home and in that journey found the only other town that's ever truly felt like home.  That town for me is Pendleton, OR. 

I remember when I moved there the first time, it was Round-Up week.  How could you move to Pendleton for school and not go to the Round-Up?  Greatest show I've ever seen, I've since been 5 more times.  My papa and I went to the second night of the PBR and the first day of the actual rodeo.  It is really something during the national anthem to have fighter jets fly overhead.  For those of you who have never been or don't know much about it, it's a PRCA rodeo that lasts a week.  The town swells from about 16,000 to 75,000.  Motels are packed, trailers and tents are parked and tucked away everywhere.  They completely block off Main Street for vendors and shows.  There are tents full of goods all around the Round-Up grounds and you can't forget about the tribal village that's set up behind the arena.  My favorite is always the fry bread, but they have such beautiful jewelry and other assorted goods for sale too.  Guess what I'm getting at is you really want to bring a lot of spending money.  One of our first stops was Hamley's.  It really meant a lot to my papa who has ridden Hamley saddles his entire life.  The store had had a devastating fire years ago and opened once again the week before we got there.  In the 60's my papa ordered a custom saddle for around $300, nowadays they cost at least 10 times that.  Some may say they're nothing special, but then again they've probably never ridden a Hamley ;) .

I was 18 that year and even though I'd been to Cow Palace, I'd never seen such an event.  My dad and I strolled down Main St. one night and watched the festivities since I clearly couldn't go to the bars.  I remember watching a guy get hypnotized and think he was Brittney Spears, later we'd become friends.  The all time highlight though was a cowboy, he was a roper, who rode his horse into Crabby's Underground Saloon.  My dad and I got quite a kick out of it and just knew the bouncer was sure to kick him right out.  Shortly he did indeed come back out, but only to let his horse do what he needed to do.  All be damned if they didn't let him and his horse stay in the bar!  I knew right then that that town was going to be awesome.

It didn't disappoint.  I made lots of friends, met tons of people, drank copious amounts of beer and in general partied like a little rock-star.  It was great!  I even got to ride my horse in the Round-Up arena at NIRA finals.  True to the laws of life it wasn't all rainbows and glitter, but boy do I look back on those years fondly.  I experienced life to it's fullest and I never wanted to leave.  Unfortunately the college is only a Junior College, so eventually it all came to an end.  I'm pretty sure my graduating class was the end of an epic era.  When I went back the parties weren't near as big and groups became more cliquish. Now don't assume all I did was party.  I continued to get excellent grades, oddly enough we all rushed to do homework as soon as it was assigned so that we had more time to well basically screw off. 

From September of 2005 to December of 2008 I lived in 9 different houses.  One place I only lived in for a month, my boxes never left the porch or got unpacked.  After that my best friend and I paid $200 apiece for the luxury of a blow up mattress on the floor of our roommates bedroom.  We were very mobile at this point in our lives.  I only lived in Pendleton one summer, the other two were spent in CA and Mt. Vernon.  This year when my parents brought me back to La Grande for my final year of college we got to talking.  Even though I haven't lived in Pendleton for years and I've been here for the last 2, Pendleton still feels more like home than La Grande ever has.  Last week I had to take my trailer over for an alignment.  Friday when I picked it up I decided to run some errands.  I spent probably an hour on Main St talking to different business owners.  As I was leaving I ran into the guy who worked on my trailer and chatted with him for a second.  Whether or not these people remembered me or even knew me at all they were friendly.  People just aren't that friendly on this side of the mountain.  Every time I drop down off of Cabbage Hill my soul quiets.  It's like I can breathe easy and I just feel so at home.  A sense of comfort and confidence instantly rolls over me.  I don't know if I'll ever get to live in Pendleton again, or if it's really where I should be anymore.  But I'll always love it and the friends I still have there and the folks who've become like family will always hold a special place in my heart. 

Adrian Buckaroogirl has a song I'm Leaving Nevada, and when I left Pendleton in 2011 this song really rang true.  "This damn truck is taking me away from where I belong", that's exactly how I felt.  I literally cried.  Even though I knew I had to move due to health issues it didn't make it any better.  I may be 50 miles east now but I'm still close enough to make day trips and visit when I want to.  In June I'm moving to Utah and in the fall when my job is done I'll move back home.  It saddens my heart to not know when I'll get to come back. 






XO Loves,

Me