My Christmas Sister (Carol) sent me a really awesome handpainted vintage train case. Its painted with stars and on the top says Cosmic Cowgirl and in the front "We have more fun than anyone " ...the Sisters on the Fly motto. I am so in love with it.
Inside were many goodies, but my favorite was the potato. (Carol is from Idaho). We are going to have my potato for New Years Eve with the left over ribs from Christmas Eve.
Idaho sounds like a really cool place and I hope to get up there some time. It's the birthplace of the Appaloosa, one of my favorite horses. Ahhh, the road calls.
I'm hitching up the Cowgirl in January for a Sister get together in Broken Bow. It will be "dry camping", the trailer is winterized, but I have my horsey robe, my paddock boots and my train case and I'm going to find a cool martini shaker-so I'll be all set!
I've got some things in various stages for the Cowgirl, but I'm really tickled to have something complete and ready for the trip. The train case makes it seem like a reality-hitching up and off on our maiden voyage!
Showing posts with label sisters on the fly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sisters on the fly. Show all posts
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
How Bout that Cosmic Cowgirl!
I'm so glad that named won for the trailer because I think it's really perfect. I'm still working out decor, because there is no need to replace brand new curtains, etc. Some of the Sisters do an awesome job of trailer decorating.
But, true to my lazy nature, I will use my sleeping bag on the bed-not going to fuss with sheets, etc. I have my poly perk I bought for the Scotty....in fact I still have all the tupperware I bought for the scotty. I should probably just haul that all out to the Cowgirl and buy myself a new set of dishes for the house.
But, true to my lazy nature, I will use my sleeping bag on the bed-not going to fuss with sheets, etc. I have my poly perk I bought for the Scotty....in fact I still have all the tupperware I bought for the scotty. I should probably just haul that all out to the Cowgirl and buy myself a new set of dishes for the house.
Sunday, April 8, 2007
SNOW?????
Yesterday I was driving across town to pick up a snake (ghost ball python, wild caught, FAT, new name (and probably his first ever) is Alfred Hitchcock).
I was trying not to curse the dogwood stuff flying all about the air. The dogwoods want to live and be noticed too, and it's not their fault that I am allergic to them. Then I realized, with much shock, that what I was seeing was not dogwood stuff but SNOW. Snow in my air, in my town in APRIL.
Of course it didn't stick, but once I got Alfred home and warm and settled, the canines and the feline and I climbed aboard the observation platform (aka, my bed) and watched the new arrival until we all fell asleep. By the time we awoke, he was asleep in his log. I know its better to be all antiseptic and plastic, but for a wild caught creature I set him up with wood, etc. so he'd feel at home, and he certainly felt at home enough to strut around the end of the room where ZsaZsa and Eva were spendng out their quarintine time. Dirty old man-they are babies.
Friday was busy with the handyman, who I really put through his paces-I had a lot of fixin and totin to do. I love Kevin because he likes it when I say things like "Next I need you to move the kayak from off the spare bed and into the garage".
He admired my gas powered leaf blower, which I gave him. He was horrified until I told him that someone had given it to me-yes I was curb shopping and I wanted a bird cage and the elderly gentleman insisted I take the gas powered leaf blower. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, my father didn't want it, but low and behold, when Kevin was moving the kayak from the bedroom he spied it and it was his. A pre-easter egg just waiting in my garage for the right hunter to come along.
One of the other tasks he had was to take the table out of the scotty and put it on the sunporch so I can decopage it-my vintage magazines have arrived and my scissors are itching to sciss....or cut or whatever it is they do.
Sue is coming over this week to help me move the snake rack into the house. I bought it used from Alfred's former owner who makes them for sale. I'm actually going to be doing a little reverse engineering-it's hard to get plans for those things so I bought one to measure and pick apart so I can make more for myself.
AND, I got my sister number-I am Sister on the Fly #718 so now I have at least ONE thing to paint on the scotty. One of my purchases at Joanne's was this really great tool that is a soldering iron stamper thing, an one of the things it does is cut plastic stencils-so I will be able to make my own stencils-I'm stoked. But, I learned when burning holes into snake cages that you need to be well ventilated when you cut plastic-peee uuuuuuu.
I was trying not to curse the dogwood stuff flying all about the air. The dogwoods want to live and be noticed too, and it's not their fault that I am allergic to them. Then I realized, with much shock, that what I was seeing was not dogwood stuff but SNOW. Snow in my air, in my town in APRIL.
Of course it didn't stick, but once I got Alfred home and warm and settled, the canines and the feline and I climbed aboard the observation platform (aka, my bed) and watched the new arrival until we all fell asleep. By the time we awoke, he was asleep in his log. I know its better to be all antiseptic and plastic, but for a wild caught creature I set him up with wood, etc. so he'd feel at home, and he certainly felt at home enough to strut around the end of the room where ZsaZsa and Eva were spendng out their quarintine time. Dirty old man-they are babies.
Friday was busy with the handyman, who I really put through his paces-I had a lot of fixin and totin to do. I love Kevin because he likes it when I say things like "Next I need you to move the kayak from off the spare bed and into the garage".
He admired my gas powered leaf blower, which I gave him. He was horrified until I told him that someone had given it to me-yes I was curb shopping and I wanted a bird cage and the elderly gentleman insisted I take the gas powered leaf blower. I didn't want to hurt his feelings, my father didn't want it, but low and behold, when Kevin was moving the kayak from the bedroom he spied it and it was his. A pre-easter egg just waiting in my garage for the right hunter to come along.
One of the other tasks he had was to take the table out of the scotty and put it on the sunporch so I can decopage it-my vintage magazines have arrived and my scissors are itching to sciss....or cut or whatever it is they do.
Sue is coming over this week to help me move the snake rack into the house. I bought it used from Alfred's former owner who makes them for sale. I'm actually going to be doing a little reverse engineering-it's hard to get plans for those things so I bought one to measure and pick apart so I can make more for myself.
AND, I got my sister number-I am Sister on the Fly #718 so now I have at least ONE thing to paint on the scotty. One of my purchases at Joanne's was this really great tool that is a soldering iron stamper thing, an one of the things it does is cut plastic stencils-so I will be able to make my own stencils-I'm stoked. But, I learned when burning holes into snake cages that you need to be well ventilated when you cut plastic-peee uuuuuuu.
Wednesday, April 4, 2007
Takin Care of Business
I must be entering the hunger phase of my recovery. I was steadily losing weight, but now that I am back at work and the energy output is more, some old naughty habits are creeping in. Must do the U turn thing. Also, must not freak out-this is one of the pitfalls of dieting-the first bump in the road and it’s back to the all you can eat buffet.
But my goodness, am I HUNGRY. I’m still making sure what I put in the tank is good fuel, but a lot seems to be going in. And, at a time when I need to be stocking up on protein, my spring/summer switch has turned and I don’t want meat at all. Even chicken isn’t sounding good-so I’m almost entirely on fish and oysters. That’s ok, good camping food, a tin of sardines and some crackers.
I’m getting overwhelmed with all the projects I started/thought up whilst I was home-so I am putting a moratorium on new ones until I complete some. My handyman is coming this weekend and I’m going to have him bring the table in so I can decopage-I hope my magazines get here.
My mother cannot understand why I won’t have the handyman seal the trailer. But the trailer is kind of like a guy’s vintage car-no one touches it unless they have to. But my mom is not a guy, so she doesn’t get that either. I did promise I wouldn’t climb until I can walk unassisted.
I’ve been using my jacks/trailer hitch to hold down the big python cage so I bought some tie down straps so that I could go ahead and move them out into the trailer section of the garage. And, I’m going to move the kayak off the bed and the bicycle out of the guest room. Time to move out of recovery mode and into preparation for using mode.
By my new calculations, it will be end of May before I am steady enough on my legs to go kayaking-which is fine because I need some warm water for the inevitable dumps I will take. I can probably bike in a couple more weeks-even before the surgery I never dabbed with my bad foot-I just fell over if I had to. City riding doesn’t usually force you to have to choose a side to put your foot down, so as soon as I can, I’m on the bike. It actually helps with range of motion and the pressure is on the ball of your foot, not my poor messed up heel.
In the meantime, there are dogs to train and snakes to tend and tomatoes to plant. When I get my SOF # I will need to paint that on the trailer along with some lizardly things. This portion of midlife crisis appears to be manifesting by flurry of activity.
But my goodness, am I HUNGRY. I’m still making sure what I put in the tank is good fuel, but a lot seems to be going in. And, at a time when I need to be stocking up on protein, my spring/summer switch has turned and I don’t want meat at all. Even chicken isn’t sounding good-so I’m almost entirely on fish and oysters. That’s ok, good camping food, a tin of sardines and some crackers.
I’m getting overwhelmed with all the projects I started/thought up whilst I was home-so I am putting a moratorium on new ones until I complete some. My handyman is coming this weekend and I’m going to have him bring the table in so I can decopage-I hope my magazines get here.
My mother cannot understand why I won’t have the handyman seal the trailer. But the trailer is kind of like a guy’s vintage car-no one touches it unless they have to. But my mom is not a guy, so she doesn’t get that either. I did promise I wouldn’t climb until I can walk unassisted.
I’ve been using my jacks/trailer hitch to hold down the big python cage so I bought some tie down straps so that I could go ahead and move them out into the trailer section of the garage. And, I’m going to move the kayak off the bed and the bicycle out of the guest room. Time to move out of recovery mode and into preparation for using mode.
By my new calculations, it will be end of May before I am steady enough on my legs to go kayaking-which is fine because I need some warm water for the inevitable dumps I will take. I can probably bike in a couple more weeks-even before the surgery I never dabbed with my bad foot-I just fell over if I had to. City riding doesn’t usually force you to have to choose a side to put your foot down, so as soon as I can, I’m on the bike. It actually helps with range of motion and the pressure is on the ball of your foot, not my poor messed up heel.
In the meantime, there are dogs to train and snakes to tend and tomatoes to plant. When I get my SOF # I will need to paint that on the trailer along with some lizardly things. This portion of midlife crisis appears to be manifesting by flurry of activity.
Tuesday, April 3, 2007
Sisters on the Fly and the Green Lizard
It's that old need to "belong", I joined the Sisters on the Fly and part of the application involved naming my trailer. So I faced it head on, it IS the Green Lizard, and painting it and trying to make it something it's not is not in keeping with my plan to quit trying to make things what they are not.
It's a little bitty green trailer and it will never grow up to be an Airstream or class A RV and I probably wouldn't be able to drive it if it did.
I'm never going to look anorexic like Nicole Ritchie (unless I opt for natural burial, no embalming) and even then it would probably take awhile. Of course, at that point time really won't be an issue, will it?
Anyway, I sent off my dues and soon I will be assigned a number, and I will then be Debra Cowden (#xxx). Kind of like being in prison.
I also ordered a sander and a nail gun and a saw. In addition to Scotty repair I want to build snake cages and other fun things and Home Depot sucked me in with their no interest for a year and their rebate, which was kind of healthy. Anyway, if I build only ONE vivarium, the tools will have paid for themselves.
OK, I've bought tools that I rarely used before, but I can't give up TRYING, can I? Otherwise I might as well crawl into the grave and wait to look like Nicole Ritchie.
It's a little bitty green trailer and it will never grow up to be an Airstream or class A RV and I probably wouldn't be able to drive it if it did.
I'm never going to look anorexic like Nicole Ritchie (unless I opt for natural burial, no embalming) and even then it would probably take awhile. Of course, at that point time really won't be an issue, will it?
Anyway, I sent off my dues and soon I will be assigned a number, and I will then be Debra Cowden (#xxx). Kind of like being in prison.
I also ordered a sander and a nail gun and a saw. In addition to Scotty repair I want to build snake cages and other fun things and Home Depot sucked me in with their no interest for a year and their rebate, which was kind of healthy. Anyway, if I build only ONE vivarium, the tools will have paid for themselves.
OK, I've bought tools that I rarely used before, but I can't give up TRYING, can I? Otherwise I might as well crawl into the grave and wait to look like Nicole Ritchie.
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