Chatting Over Coffee Friday/ A memory

                                                    To you a broom , To me a trusty steed.

      Last night when I couldn't fall asleep , with all these thoughts running through my mind.{ Why they don't run through in the day when I have nothing  to do , I will never understand.} I thought of all the gifts I have received over my fifty years Only a hand few stand out. One was my dog Annie. Marty got her for me over twenty years ago. Oh how I loved that dog. Thinking about her made me want to cry , so I quickly changed that thought, to my horse my parents got me when I was 11 years old. I rode that horse everyday, every where I went I was on horse back. My friend Kathleen also had a horse , so every week I was able too, we were riding the Chisom trail, the Rio Bravo,  The great divide. Remember I was only 11 so really we never really left Pilot Hill area, but in our minds it was a vast desert, a rocky mountain , a raging river.

      Then my thoughts changed to remembering my stick horses. I never had one of those sticks with a horses head on it, mine was always my moms worn out straw broom. The straw part was the tail and the the end that hung up on the wall was where I looped my reins through. By the power of MAGIC , my broom was my trusty steed. I would jump on that horse and away I would go, there was never a creek too wide we couldn't jump or a hill to steep .That stick horse took me to any where my imagination could think to go. We out rode the cowboys chasing us , the sheriff,  and we always caught the bad guys. Some times I was lucky enough to have a pack mule name Broken Hoe. I would ride off into the wilds and find more gold then my old broken hoe mule could carry.

      I would sneak my Trusty Steed  into the camping gear when ever I could, so that at least I would have a horse to ride. Sometimes I had to use my backup horse called " My Mind" , when my mom would find my Trusty Steed and  unpack it.Some times I think they knew it was there and let me bring him anyway. Yes all my stick horses were wild stallions. I had to break in myself. Sometimes when I got back from camping trips I would find that my horse suffered a broken leg, and had to be put down. Oh the horror of it. I would be stuck riding the mule. But soon enough I would come home from school and find I new Trusty Steed for me. Joy again and I was off onto a another adventure.

     My brothers  had stopped making fun of me , long before I retired my last trusty steed, and sometimes they would join me in robbing the stage coach. Or hanging my little brother after a long horse chase. { I got a great story about hanging my little brother J, but that's for another time}. When I got my real horse Coco it was time to put my Trusty Steed out to pasture. I will never forget the fun I had or the places I rode to , even if they were only in the pastures behind the house, and the occasional trip to Nevada , Arizona deserts. 

 Wow crazy night thought that keep me awake are sometime a welcome memory of a friend from the past. 

P.S. shortly after this photo was taken , my mom took back my steed and it became a broom again.

But for a moment there it was my Trusty Steed..

     Well that's it for the days Catting over coffee. Maybe next time I would will tell you about my dancing teacher, " MOP' Pet".

Till my next talking, Peace and Happiness.

Tanta Opa.

New Year/Chatting over Coffee.

    Happy New Year. Okay wow 2012 , can not believe that there are no flying cars and houses on the moon, , like we talked about in 6 grade , which was in 1972. Amazing I remembered that far back.Do you remember those talks in science class? I did look forward to the flying cars, so a little disappointed in that .

     I am glad that 2011 is over that was a hard year, lots of first for me, my best friend in June had been a first, and another in July , August , Sept, Oct, Nov. We should be celebrating their birthdays , not marking off a year of their passing. Stilling missing therm in the new year, out of our daily lives , but never out of out hearts.

    My mom in November has been living with us for a year now. We are surviving each other. Also in November my little nephew turner one, what a little cutie he is. (Bully). Also in August of 2011 my husband had surgery. Laid off of work again. . Mom was in hospital for 3  days in July. I find out I wasn't getting enough medicine that's why my hair was falling out and I wanted to sleep all the time, so they upped my thyroid medicine .

     We also had good stuff happen in 2011 , My husband and mom are fine , had a nice visit with my nephew Jason, and our friend Randy came up for a visit , Nice seeing him again, it had been awhile. Reconnected with a couple of friends. Mailed some letters to you. MY HAIR STOPPED FALLING OUT AND GREW BACK SOME!!!!"

      Did you make the ol new year promises to yourself this year? You know the lose weight , eat healthy, run 10 miles a day , quit smoking, take up skydiving. Well I did , the first time in many years .
So this year I will finish all of my old projects, beading , quilting, panting,crocheting. I will read more not just the time fillers, but some thing to educate the mind , I will spend more time talking to clouds. I have a friend who lives there. I also know a young lady who also might like to learn to do some bead work, her mom and sister might like to learn too so maybe they will make some time for me.. I am also going to go back to the gun range and hone my skills. I love to shoot.
I will keep you all posted on my new year to do.

  If I don;t do but one or two of these thing , the one thing I will do is have more " FUN" . On my facebook page , I wrote one of those little things that is passed around on there , it was if we went to jail, what are the three words you would say to me? My friend Katie wrote, that was fun. Thank you Katie for the reminder.
Lets always have fun, include it in your day at least once, laugh till it hurts.

  Well that's its for now my friends, REMEMBER TO HAVE FUN.

Till my next talking, Peace and Happiness.