Taking This Dog And Pony Show On The Road

This is just a quick post to let you know (those of you who are still reading my fractured fairy tale of a cowboy and his heifer) that I have decided to continue it on my other blog, Do Over. I've already moved the two previous posts of our go-round romance and all future installments will be there. I know not everyone wants to read my ramble about the past and quite frankly, I don't blame you. Sadly, it's stuck in my fool head banging to come out, but I won't put y'all through the misery of having to read about it....unless of course, you're a sucker for a happy ending!

Fair enough?

Doing The Tango Texas Style (Persistence, Thy Name Is Cat Daddy)!

I'll try to add photos this afternoon. David had a great suggestion and I'm working on it as you read this latest installment of my Texas Two Step Love Story.

Act I,Scene 2

I got in bed late that night (ALONE!) after my first experience at a Texas honkytonk. To say I was tired was an understatement, but I knew I would be going back and soon. The Palms Danceland was nothing like anything I had ever experienced. Their "hook" was being open in the afternoon for the T.I. employees who worked the late night shift and a great house band. What does that tell you? This was no "Billy Bob's" or "Gilleys", but a true juke joint! I was getting to walk on the wild side and I was digging it, even if I did stick out like a sore thumb with my bell bottoms and clogs! The next morning (well more like afternoon since I slept until noon) the phone rang. It was Mr. Cowboy asking for a date. I had no idea how he had gotten my phone number. I certainly didn't remember giving it to him...at least I didn't think I did. I hemmed and hawed and really couldn't think of a reason not to accept...besides the fact that he scared the living fool out of me. My friend kept urging me to say yes, that he was a nice guy, safe, etc.!!! Finally after much hesitation, I said I'd go.

That Friday when he picked me up, he looked totally different in the light. He cleaned up real nice like and was able to stand upright without swaying. I thought he looked really sharp in his Stetson Silver Belly and freshly starched Wranglers. (I just have to say at this point...there is something about a cowboy's butt that is different from other men's. I guess it's all the time spent in the saddle that lifts it up almost to their shoulders...whatever the reason, all I can say is YOWZA!) He seemed harmless enough...shows how deceiving looks really can be! We went to the Gemini Drive-In...mistake # 1. I expected him to be a perfect gentleman...mistake # 2. He had more moves than a Sumo wrestler. I have no idea what movie was showing as I was too busy protecting my virtue! I had grown up in the small town of McKinney, but I wasn't a country bumpkin. I was, after all, a child of the '60's and had been on a date or two in my time, but this guy had more on his mind than just pitchin' a little woo! I later learned that he was so nervous and didn't usually behave in such an amorous way. Seems I brought out the beast in him or that's what he likes to say now. Whatever the reason, I knew I wouldn't be going out with him again...problem was he didn't know that. After the movie, he took me by his home to meet his mother which I thought was just a little bit odd, but I went along because I knew this was going to be our first and last date. On the way back to my place, he had a flat tire on his truck and had to change it in the pouring rain. That alone should have been an omen of things to come.

To call the mating ritual that followed in the next few weeks a courtship would be a joke. A high speed chase would be more like it. It seems everywhere I went, there he was. If we went to another club...he was there. If we left that club and went to another...there he was. This boy was nothing if not part blood hound. How he knew where I would be at any given time was, to say the least, a little bit unnerving. I think it's called stalking now, but back then I called it nervy! He'd call and I'd have friends tell him I was out. He'd call back. He was relentless in his pursuit. Finally I had enough. He called and my friend told him I was washing my hair...15 minutes passed and he called back, drying my hair...15 minutes, rolling my hair. Finally she decided to put him out of misery and told him I just wasn't interested. His reply was a simple thank you and I thought that's that. Nope...15 minutes later the phone rings. What can I say...I gave up, he won the first round and so the courtship began!

(to be continued)

You Asked For It!

A Tale of the Texas Two Step

by

Talking Trash

(A play in three acts)

That is the way that Cat Daddy and my life together should be written, but since I am not a playwright this will be written just as another blog post.

There are only two main characters in my pretend play...Cat Daddy and me. Anybody else would just complicate the telling, so let's keep it simple, okay?

When I met C.D. it was purely by accident. A friend had talked me into going to a local hangout of hers for a drink. She was interested in one of the guys there and wanted me to be her wing man. Little did I know what was waiting for me just behind that swinging door. Now keep in mind, this was no nightclub or genteel supper club, but a down and dirty, raunchy honkytonk where all the cowboys liked to gather after the rodeo. These weren't any drugstore cowboy either. Most of them (including some cowgirls) had either a gun or a knife in their boots. Oh my! These men rode bareback horses, saddle broncs and bulls. This was in the days before endorsements and private airplanes. These guys worked hard and played hard. I was, to my poor parents' regret, a weekend hippie with red hair that I could sit on. I didn't know diddly about horses or cowboys. Heck, I hadn't even dated anybody in FFA, for pete's sake, so you can imagine my surprise upon walking in and seeing nothing but a sea of cowboy hats doing what looked like to me, roller skating backwards around the dance floor! I was ready to leave then and there.

My friend talked me into giving it a chance and staying. We found an empty table close to the front, just in case I wanted to make a quick getaway and waited to be asked to dance. To my shock, it didn't take long and boy, did those guys know how to dance! My favorite partner of the night was a mortician who loved to laugh! It seems the dance I had saw the couples doing earlier was the beginning of the "Texas Two Step". It was just starting to catch on. The cowboys called it "rubbing belt buckles"...I called it unusual! The arms didn't go where they usually do in dancing, but I finally got the hang of it. I was dancing every dance and I noticed that this one tall, lanky cowboy kept asking me to dance and every time after the dance had ended, he would move one table closer to where we were sitting. Little did I know he had a penchant for bourbon with coke and redheads!

As the night got later, he had finally maneuvered himself to the table next to ours. I noticed a lot of pairing off beginning and I told my friend I thought it was time to say good night and head on home. Mr. Cowboy asked for a last dance and I agreed. He finally told me his name and asked if I would like to go have breakfast (it was about 1:30 in the morning) and I quickly declined. Something about him scared me. Then he asked if I would like to go out to the parking lot and see the new toolbox on the back of his truck. I knew then it was time for me to make like a atom and split!

Much later, I learned that the next day he had told his family he had met the girl he was going to marry.

(To be continued...)

The Alpha And Omega

Complications: A Glossary of Terms - Preemie Dictionary You have a new preemie! But there are so many medical conditions that tiny preemies face that it is almost impossible for new parents to absorb all that information, much less know what any of it means. Here is a glossary of medical conditions that premature babies may face to varying degrees. This glossary will help you to understand just what your baby's doctor is talking about. Anemia - Apnea of Prematurity - Atrial Septal Defect (ASD)- Bacterial Meningitis - Blood Poisoning (Sepsis) - Bradycardia - Bronchopulmonary Dysplasia (BPD) - Chronic Lung Disease (Bronchopulmonary Dysplasia or BPD) - Cyanosis - Congenital Heart Disease - Heart Disease - Hepatitis - Hyaline Membrane Disease (HMD) - Hyperbilirubinemia (Jaundice) - Hypoglycemia - Hypotension - Hypothermia - Idiopathic RDS (IRDS) - Infections - Intraventricular Hemorrhage (IVH) - Jaundice - Low Blood Pressure - Meningitis - Necrotizing Enterocolitis (NEC) - Patent Ductus Arteriosus (PDA) - Periodic Breathing - Periventricular Leukomalacia (PVL) - Pneumonia - Pneumothorax (Air Leak) - Respiratory Distress Syndrome (RDS) - Retinopathy of Prematurity (ROP) - Seizures - Sepsis - Septicemia - Tachycardia - Tachypnea - Transient Tachypnea - Viral Meningitis -

This is a list of some of the complications that can arise with a micro preemie. A micro preemie is defined as a baby born weighing less than 1 3/4 pounds and as you all know, Miss Bella Marie weighed in at a whopping 15 ounces. This list is what the doctors were preparing Jenn and Roby for 5 months ago before her birth. They were also given the choice of placing Bella on life support or holding her for one time. The odds of her surviving beyond birth were very low and it might have been the only opportunity for Jenn to hold her baby. She and Roby trusted in God's plan and chose to have her placed on the ventilator and knew God would handle the rest.

~I praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are they works; and that my soul knoweth quite well.~Psalm 139:14

I've listed all the complications that Jenn and Roby faced with their decision to trust God...including not having a baby to bring home...because as of yesterday at 1:00 p.m., Miss Bella Marie(weighing 8 lbs. 11 oz.) is home with two very grateful parents who love her more than life itself. Because we serve an awesome God, she is wonderfully and fearfully made with no, and I strongly repeat, with no health issues! She is perfect as any baby can be.

Turn the oven off...she is done!

Thank you Lord for bringing us to this place today where we can stand on the mountain and proclaim your goodness and mercy. We have been blessed with an outpouring of love that only You can provide. Your miracles are still being seen today and forever! I ask Lord that you bless all those reading this today for their faithfulness. Wonderful is Your name! AMEN

Thank you to all of you who stood in the gap for my family. Even in my lowest moments, you were there. You continually lift me up and your friendship is a blessing I never expected to receive. From a heart that is full, I send you my love!

Debbie

Go/No Go

Here at Casita de Trash, we're all in a holding pattern, circling while waiting for instructions to land...even Jakie! I haven't heard from Jenn and Roby this morning. They did another slumber party with Bella last night and will begin the discharge process sometime this morning. It's my understanding this could take hours. No time of arrival yet!

I'm on pins and needles just waiting on a woman, but what a woman! In the meantime, I thought I would do a little straw poll (killing time is what I am actually doing while waiting for that dog gone phone to ring) on y'all. Monday, Cat Daddy and I will have spent 36 years together avoiding being on the 10:00 news for murder and mayhem! Now y'all know I won't be able to just let that roll on by without some kind of commentary, so I thought I would let y'all have some input as to what I write about him, I mean us on Monday. Which fractured fairy tale would you like to hear about:

a. How we met?

b. The courtship?

c. The engagement?

d. The wedding?

e. None of the above?

You can check "none of the above", but just know the author retains full control of what she will and will not write. There will be a post on Cat Daddy whether you like it or not...there are just some things that need telling. Remember, when it comes to him people, I cannot make this stuff up! I guess I'll go join Jakie by the window for now and keep watching for the Trashette to land! Did I mention I am one happy, chubby lady?

The Light's On...But No One Is Home!

BRIINNG! BRIINNG!

Hello! You have reached the residence of Talking Trash. I am sorry, but I am away from my desk right now getting a baby out of layaway. At the sound of the beep, please leave a message and I will return your call as soon as possible. Thanks and have a great day!

BEEP!!!

Singing Through The Tears!

She's coming home Saturday!!!~Give thanks to the Lord and proclaim his greatness, let the whole world know what he has done. Sing to him, sing his praises. Tell everyone about his miracles~I Chronicles 16:8-9