Punch it Margret


The picture was a couple of winters ago.  That year we had around 154 inches of snow, or so we’ve been told.  I hate snow but I have to admit it was an awesome year.  At the time, I was not working for the Bird House.  I was helping Mr. M deliver mail.  Unfortunately, no amount of snow can stop the mail so we bundled up and left for work.  It was not long before we pulled up to a set of mailbox units.  I jumped out and put the mail into the respective boxes,  jumped back in the warm truck and make the comment of  how pretty this area was.  This is when I made a fatal error.  I asked, “What is up there?”  He says, “Let me show you.”  Mr. M is always excited to show me where he grew up.  So with a kooky smile, we were off.

We have a 4×4 so trudging around in the snow is not that big of a deal unless it is 4 feet high….which is was.  The area of interest was up a very steep hill and back in the forest.  Little did we know that the 4 feet of snow would soon turn into 6 feet. He kept fighting with the snow trying to get further back in the forest until we ran up a snowbank and that was that.  M gets out of the truck to assess the situation. We are stuck on a narrow road with a steep drop off on the passenger side…that would be my side.  Before we got stuck he was attempting to turn a corner so the truck was heading away from the cliff.   He tries pushing the rear of our 2 ton 4 wheel drive truck in a circle so we could drive out.  And as logic would dictate, it did not work.    He then tells me to get behind the wheel.  He says to put it in reverse and give it gas when he says go.  He then walks to the front of the truck and puts his shoulder into the grill and yells go.  I yelled back, “Are you crazy?  I will run over you for sure!”  All I could see was me backing over the edge and taking Mr. M over with me.   He practically screams at me, “JUST Punch it!”  I was instantly upset.  I slammed it into gear and I punched it!  Thank the lord above it did not work because I put it into gear alright, but I put it in DRIVE and he was in front of the truck pushing!  As soon as I realized what I did I felt like I was going to pee my pants.  I could have killed him and I was not going to let that information slip my lips.  I quickly put it in reverse and tried it again.  By now he is looking at me with disgust and wondering how in the world we are going to get out of this situation to finish our mail route.  The rest of the story is a little fuzzy but in the end we did indeed get out of the snowbank and turned around with Mr. M in one piece.

Contrary to what you may be thinking,  I did not do it on purpose just to prove how right I was.  Truly, I was in a daze and not thinking.  Between him pushing with all he had and the icy snow, my inability to run him over , did not cost him his life… this time.



Good to the last snort

Sixteen months ago my father passed away.  He had talked with me in the earlier years about taking his dogs if anything happened to him.  I said I would and that is how SusieQ came to own us.   When she got to us she was a 2 pound tea cup Chihuahua that weighed almost 10 pounds!  Her diet consisted of boiled chicken breast, hamburger and peppermint candy.  This is a video of her first introduction to hard dog food.  She doesn’t know what to do with it.

Just recently, she has not been eating her dry food because of her aging teeth.  We got her some soft food and she went crazy over it.  She was snorting so loudly it drew me into the kitchen  to make sure she was okay.  I called her name and she looked up.  Her little nose and mouth were covered with gravy.  I asked her if it were good and she looked at me snorted in then breathed out.  Gravy went spewing out of her nose and I swear she looked at me and smiled.  Then… she breathed in which sucked all the gravy that was left on her nose back right back in.   It was gross but she was so happy.  We still have her on the soft and every morning you take her breakfast she will show you her pearly whites.  I tried to get a video of her eating the soft but the nostril straw thingy was a one time only event and I missed getting it on camera.

Hope everyone is showing their pearly whites today,


Love is where your children are

Here is a little shorty that touched my heart.

As most of you know, I love geocaching.  Most of my stories are from the experiences that I have gotten from this game.  Never heard of this game?  Then check it out at www.geocaching.com   Not only do I enjoy finding little caches, I also enjoy hiding them and this is where this story begins.

For Christmas, my employer’s son gave me a couple of travel bugs.  Travel bugs are little coins or dog tags with a mission that you decide on.  You hide them in existing caches for people to pick up and move along so it can accomplish its goal.  I finally came up with a name, “Love Is Where Your Children Are” and a goal of it making its way to my son in Memphis Tn.  I also invited geocachers along the way to add something to the chain that is attached to the travel bug.  Just something little that represented the love they have for their children.

Last week I set out to geocache along hwy 54 and 380.  I had a great day and at the last cache I stopped at I found a geocoin.  I normally don’t take anything from the cache boxes I find so I normally do not have anything to trade.  I really wanted to move this geocoin along because it had been sitting there for quite some time.  I ran back to my car and found only one thing, the travel bug that Jason had given me.  I really wanted to hold on to it for a while but I decided to use it for its purpose and send it on its way.  I figured it would be there for a while because not a lot of people geocache in the winter.

Next morning I received an email from a person that picked it up the very next day. This is what it said:

 Picked up this little TB and will add a little something in memory of our little Dustin who had CP and was taken from us way too soon this last year. He had the most beautiful laugh and smiling eyes and had just started geocaching…….he loved the outdoors! We will move this on to a TB Hotel on Interstate 25 so that it will get headed towards your son.

I have cried all day.

It did not take long before another cacher found it.  Each time a person takes it, they have to write a little something about it.  She jotted down a short note that she had found it and the previous person (above) had added a little stuffed puppy that Dustin loved.  She did not know the goal of the travel bug but loved the puppy that was attached.  It was not until later she read the entry about Dustin.  She promised to place it in a children’s cache box.

We are all connected in beautiful complicated ways that we just can’t comprehend.  I am so happy that I am connected to you guys too.


WIW: lost

Love who you are

Another shorty:

As you know by now I am battling with a living diet.  I know, that so sounds like an oxymoron but so is losing weight.  I am going on two trips this year.  One to Santa Fe and then one to Memphis.  I need new clothes……

On the way down the hill today I tell Stella I need clothes for my Santa Fe trip. She yells , then go buy you some! I say I am so big nothing looks good. She ponders this for a minute then says,  Mom go to one of those big and tall store. Nothing will fit but instead of hating yourself for being fat you could love yourself for not being big enough. I love her mind ♥



Last winter I lost a little bit of weight then put all but 3 pounds right back on again in the summer.  I know, I know, winter is when we gain summer is when we lose.  However, I am not

Oh No, here comes Time

Oh No, here comes Time

your typical women.  This year I wanted to try it again especially after finding out I could not wear a thing in my closet from last year’s weight loss.  This time I changed it up a bit.  Every Wednesday I post to my Facebook a picture of my scale WITH MY CURRENT WEIGHT.  No excuses.   I call it Weigh in Wednesday or WIW for short.  I am hoping the embarrassment of potential  weight gain will keep me on the straight and narrow path…only time will tell.

I can’t decide if the universe is against me or trying to reward my good behavior.  You see, once a month I get a BK whopper Jr at 340 calories, dollar fries at 97 calories and a water.  It is one of my four weaknesses wine, chips and salsa are the other three.  Today was my BK Burger day. I ordered it and through it over to the passenger side then went to the office store Staples. As I was headed back up the mountain, I grabbed the bag and noticed it was a regular whopper.  I decided I could eat half and throw the other half away. WELL, it turned out to not be a regular whopper but a double pattie, cheese burger, bacon with all the trimmings, with mayonnaise oozing out of every crevice,  plus jalapenos, Whopper, and the bag held a large fry in the corner!  I later found out it was called the TEXAS BURGER.  It had to have weighted at least 4 to 5 pounds.  OH DANG! Did I eat it? HELL YES, but not all of it and no fries. Well maybe 5 large fries but that was it.  And I had almost 3/4ths of  the big Tex.  I had to stop at the gas station to throw that temping beast of a burger away.  But as I walked over to the trashcan I was cramming as many bites into my pie hole as I could get.  It was the most awesome burger I have ever had in my whole life.  The thing is, I was not starving at all it was just that fantastic.  And now I will be spending the rest of my life trying to get it off my hips. Well lord, if that was a test….I failed deliciously

Wednesday mornings comes way to fast.   So far I have lost 4 of these blobs and it took me forever!

This is one pound of fat.

This is one pound of fat.

Pay Phone

ClassicTelephoneBoothLast night daughter and I were  coming home from a day of shopping and dinner.  On the way up the mountain we were listening to the Top 20.  The song “Pay Phone” came on the radio. I asked her why in the world would they call it that? Kids nowadays have no idea what a pay phone is. We then started talking about how different the world was back when I was a kid.  It was a few minutes later when Stella  asked,  how in the world did y’all remember all those telephone numbers?  I laughed and told her you can do anything if you put your mind to it and if your teacher put the fear of God into ya.  I tell her back then you had to know your phone number by heart in the first grade.  They would go down the line several times a year and have you tell your phone number, date of birth, and address.  If you were wrong, it was curtains.  Then I started telling her I could still remember my phone number from when I was in 1st grade.

Genuinely and without skipping a beat, Stella asks, 1?

Funny but so mean!

Cock-a-doodle-do Cantina

I recently got an email that had suggestions of blog ideas.  One was from Mama Kat.  She said to “Show me your Kitchen”  I liked it.


I have a Cock-a-Doodle-Do Cantina.  I have no idea how it got started but it did.


When I was young I always wanted a farm so I could have chickens.  However, we built our house in a community that did not allow farm animals of any sort.  How sad.


I managed to find a rooster or two when we built our house and was content.

IMG_3467But then something happened.  My mother-in-law started sending me these cute little Mexican roosters.  How cute right?


My view from the kitchen sink


Then one day I took a look around and realized these little cocks had taken over.

  I had roosters standing guard from above…


I even had a rooster that partake of the drink while standing guard


And to keep all of those cock-a-doodle-dos in line and to watch over the goods, I have an itty bitty.  SuzieQ takes her job seriously.


ooops, sorry officer

In October, I took a few days off of work and off the radar.  No iPad or computer just my friends and me.  We went to a geocaching event in Las Cruces.  I was so excited to get out of town that I left early that morning for a 2 hour drive.  I went to the hotel with my conformation number and was denied access to my room. Why? Because I did not make the reservation with my credit card.  One of the other girls did and I had to wait for her before they would let me check  in.  Something about room theft.  UGH!

romanclockShe was not going to be in town until 5:00 p.m. and I was there at 7:30 in the a.m..  I know, I know I was just a wee bit eager.  I decided to eat breakfast, go to the mall and to Walmart to pick up a few things I forgot i.e. toothpaste, toothbrush, socks and a jacket.  Oh, and a pair of P.J’s with house shoes, deodorant, makeup and something to put in all in.  Okay so I forgot my suitcase in the haste to get the heck out of Dodge.  I added in a few more items paid and was heading to my car when I hit the geocaching button on my Smart phone.  Low and behold a cache was right there in the parking lot of Walmart!

Mr. M  a.k.a Hub just bought me a new handheld GPS for this trip but unfortunately it had a corrupt satellite chip in it.  It was very disappointing but I did have my iPhone app.  The one thing about my phone is it does not always tell me the direction in which to walk.  Most of the time you have to start walking and watch the distance count down. The results sometimes make you look like a chicken with its head cut off.   It is a pain but when you get on the right track it doesn’t take long to find ground zero.

I drove to the far side of the parking lot and jumped out of the car.  I started walking north then west….nope it appeared to be south.  I walked south but before I could take 30 steps it was telling me northeast.  I was really hoping no one was watching.  Finally, I was on the right track.  My compass took me to a three tiered wall.  Each tier was about 6 feet high.  At one end was a semi-truck.  It provided excellent cover for what was turning out to be a scene right out of the three stooges minus Moe and Curly.  I do a lot of walking but all that exercise has not translated into weight loss…AT ALL.  For some strange reason I thought I was 105 pounds and 22 again. I thought I could pull myself up this 6 and a half foot wall.  I gave a little hop and missed the side.  I gave another jump and found the edge of that 7 foot wall.  My arms just hung there with me attached for what felt like a good 5 minutes.  I tried to swing my legs side to side…thinking that I could hook my foot on the ever growing 8 foot high wall.  There was lead in them there boots.  I just hung there.  I started thinking how ridiculous I looked and eventually  let go and stood back to access the situation.  Compass said it was 43 feet away.  I decided to use the stairs on the other side to get to the top tier then try to jump to the middle tier.  From the bottom it did not seem so high, but from the top that 9 foot tier wall was mighty intimidating. It was just too far for me to risk breaking a hip.  I went back down to the bottom.  I noticed a slope and two large stones at one end.  I ran over and crawled up the slope, pushed the boulders to the wall and hopped up to the second tier.

Well alrighty, I made it!  I started walking toward the center of the tiers.  I soon became aware that I was no longer in the cover of the big 18 wheeler.  I tried to hurry but the stupid GPS kept telling me it was down one more tier.  I managed to reposition the large rocks to the next one down, hopped up again, turned around and there he was.  Officer “BIG”.  He had a big patrol car, a big billy club and a big belly that jiggled when he wiggled.  He was an officer of the parking lot and an employee of Walmart, what we in America call a rent-a-cop.  First question out of his lips, “What are you doing up there?” Second question, “How in the world did you get up there?”  Third, a demand, “Get down from there right now!”   Before he could get out another question or demand I asked him, “Do you know where it is?”  With a bewildered look he asked, ” What?”  “The cache!” I tell him.  You could tell he had no idea what in the world I was talking about.  I tell him to give me 5 more minutes to find a small little treasure then I would be on my way.  While he was still stunned with my southern defiance, I told him all about geocaching.  I told him HE needed to get up here and help me (insert sad face complete with puckered bottom lip and the art of stalling)… so I can get off the wall, I demand/requested.  He informs me that all that geocaching sounds like fun but he was entirely too big to get up there (and boy was he) and he then informs me with a slight tone  of a threat, if I did not come down NOW I would have to be detained for trespassing.

I just kept looking all the while talking to him telling him how much fun it is to play this game.  I was telling him it is like finding gold, and before long he started getting into it.   He began pointing me in this direction and that direction to have a look at what he could see from the parking lot.  Then another car shows up, a second rent-a-cop.  He informs me we are being filmed with the Walmart parking lot cameras.  Ooops, sorry officer. I jump down and apologize to Officer “Big” for not jumping down when told.  He quickly and quietly said it was okay then asked if I was coming back to try to find it again later.  I looked at him and just smiled.  He winked.  He then told me to go inside the office next time and tell them I lost my engagement ring up there and to ask for permission to find it.  He tells me that is what his report is going to say about this encounter.  Officer Big is a very cool rent-a-cop.

I gave the big old lug a hug and was on my way.  Nope, I never went back but on my way out of town I thought I saw Officer Big in the parking lot with a GPS.  I think I converted another one.  Happy New Year Y’all


Holy Mother of Pearl!

I am not one to take to a kind gesture.  I can commit random acts of kindness but only anonymously. And when I receive… it freaks me out mainly because it rarely happens.  Doubt shrouds my mind, “What is going on?”  “Why did they do that?”  “I am not sure I am comfortable with this.”  I have been jaded throughout my life so I hope you can understand when I awoke and saw this I went crazy with anger.


there is a photo behind this symbol

ANGER, you might ask?   Yes anger.  You see  last week I wrecked my car.  I begged them not to total my completely paid off car.  Our new budget would not allow for a second car payment.  We needed to keep on keeping on in the same way as the last 4 years.

Fast forward to day before yesterday.  Insurance adjuster gave the go ahead on the repairs NOT TOTALED.  Yippee.  Next day they called again and told us the estimate may be too low. Oh no!  I told Mr. M that I would rather walk the 16 miles to work than have two car notes.  He agreed.

still no peeking


I slept so sound last night.  I did not wake up one time.  I stayed cool and no early morning bathroom lights in the eye.  Heaven.  Next thing I know M is in the room with a cup of coffee, a smile and my slippers.  “Get up!”  he says.  “It is time to get up, hurry get out of bed full day ahead.”

In my mind there is no way it is time to get up.  I just went to sleep for goodness sake.  Soon he was back with my ROBE.  I shuffle into the kitchen.  There he stood with a smile from ear to ear.  One that could put you in the mind of the cat from Cat in the Hat.  “Come with me.” he says.  I follow but not before passing a clock 4:45 in the freaking morning!  In the A.M. as in so early there was not a ray of light in the sky NO WAIT.. IN THE WORLD!  I start yelling I don’t have to be at work until 9:50 A.M.

He says nothing and drags me to the carport.  I laid my eyes upon this and felt blinded with rage!


Yes rage.  I thought we were on the same page.  I thought we were a united force.  I thought… I thought… I felt like every cell in my body was  quivering with bull red anger.  I felt I needed to faint to escape the betrayal I was feeling.  Instead. I opened my mouth to let the profanity spew out but he jerked his hand up. “It was Santa Claus.” he blurts out.   (Of course, Santa Claus is a faux name because this Santa wishes to remain anonymous too.)  “We do not have to repay until we pay off the car loan we have right now.”  he says with an unsure voice.

OH MY GOSH.  What is going on? I looked at him hard.  He is bracing for round two.  Instead I wrapped my arms around him and planted a big old kiss on him.  He hugs me back with an embrace that would pop the eyes out of any Pekingese.  He held me for a moment longer than normal. It felt good.  He was happy to have me speechless for once in our marriage. And I was happy to hug him back without any words other than thank you.

I get to work and a harpist walks in and ask us if it would be okay if he brings his harp in to play for us and the shopping customers. Gosh yes, we say.  Then my daughter decided to grace us with her presence today at work.  While there, she fixed the store computer!

Okay let me recap, new car that we do not have to repay until present loan is finished, a harpist playing the most beautiful Christmas music every heard and Stella  fixed a computer that I have been working on for a couple of weeks.  Then it hits me.  Yesterday was the end of the world.  12-21-12 3:11 p.m. END OF THE WORLD.  Suddenly I start to experience a psychotic break.  Maybe this is nothing more than an eternal dream.  Maybe the blast, that I never felt, through me into another dimension. Or more than likely I was dreaming.  I pinched myself.


I feel nothing.  So I bit myself.   HARD.  Crap that hurt.  I ran over to the next store.  I asked my friend if he is really real.  Internally, I am really freaking out.  He says yes and gives me a look of, You are a complete LOON.   I walk back to my store…stunned.  My goodness,  I think this could really be true.  I start to tremble and feel very grateful for my kind Santa and for my Mr. M.  I am thankful for the man from nowhere that came in the mall to bring us the joyful sounds of Christmas, and for my awesomely intelligent daughter.

I am a lucky woman.  Merry Christmas Everyone.  My new car.  She is not my Mrytle May but I love her.


Just in case


Just in case… the earth comes to an end tomorrow at 3:11 p.m. on who knows who’s time, I want to tell you all how much you have filled my waking hours with love and laughter.  I love to read your post and I have picked a great bunch of writers cause y’all can really make me laugh.

And after all this time we have spent together I have decided to tell you my real name.  It is of course….Queen, Queen of the Forest R’s, not a fairy, not an elf but a Queen I tell ya.


It is Ruthie and I am so happy to know each and every one of you VIA the blogosphere.

Good night my dear bloggie friends!

Merry, Happy, Wonderful Holidays.  Here is hoping to see you again tomorrow and for the many years after.