He Started with 9 Lives!

I had a very traumatic experience today! Little Oliver, the cat who will turn 19 years old this month had an accident! My loving husband had just left the house...maybe 15 minutes or so when I decided to go out by the pool and have a cigarette. YES...The Desert Rose smokes! (only get to have one or 2 a day....but will indulge if my Loving husband is away!) As I walked out the door towards my favorite smoking chaise lounge...I saw something out of the corner of my eye in the pool. My first thought was...Henry the Duck that frequents our pool. Upon 2nd look I realized it was a cat. I have had to grab stray cats from the pool before...and throw them out quickly before they kill me. Only this cat...was MINE!!! My Little Oliver was in the pool swimming at the far end near the hot tub close to the water fall. I yelled "Oliver" and ran to the end of the pool and reached out and grabbed him just as he was going threw the waterfall. I threw off my robe and wrapped him up. He was breathing very hard and shivering. I ran into the house with him and got a pool towel to dry him off. He was literally a drowned cat! I kept drying him and got out the blow dryer which he tolerated very well. He was still wet but not soaking wet, when I called "The Doc" to discuss whether I should bring him in. Since his breathing was back to normal now Doc said just to keep him as warm as I could and get him dry and watch him...if a change for the worse he could meet us. The Doc said Oliver had had enough stress for one day! I put Oliver's down blanket in the dryer and wrapped him up and got into my bed with the covers over us. He was still shivering on and off. I did this for the next 2 hours until he was almost dry. Then I let him down to see how he was. He seemed fine and was starved!
Little Oliver can hardly walk anymore...he is quite wobbly and eats his food and water lying down. He is however very happy and doing well despite all his medical issues. What I can't figure out is how he got to the end of the pool swimming!!! He must have fell in near the other end trying to drink from the pool! My Homeopath/Animal Communicator Vet says Oliver has really strong energy/ life flow. I also do not know how long he had been in the pool. Maybe he was on his second lap around???
Since the Passing of my brother-in law I have seemed to have negative energy/karma around me. At the NFR I was constantly having trouble and thought my sisters would distance themselves from me. I lost my voice, my drivers license, my flight home got cancelled not to mention 100 other little annoying things. However...I now feel that my energy/karma flow has changed. The timing of me being able to save Little Oliver was probably a 2 to 3 minute time span because of his condition...and now Oliver still has 3 of his nine lives left!!!
I could not sleep last night...my mind kept wandering to the loss of other beloved animals during my life...so I was up very late. I know you all have experienced the loss of your beloved animals and so you know how bad my night was...but this morning when I got up Little Oliver was dry and warm and very happy to see...his breakfast!
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Once In A Blue Moon!

If you were The Desert Rose...what would you do, once in a blue moon???

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Best Friends!

It has been going on 2 weeks now that we have had our grandchildren...different families with us at a time. We have our teenagers with us now. It's not that they aren't cute...they are. They just do not do things like this out of the blue!

These are pictures I have captured by sneaking up on them!

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Blue Boys...ah Girls!

I have been so lucky to have 9 of my 10 grandchilren with us on and off for the last 10 days!

2 different grandchildren...2 different tubs!

The water has blue fizzy's to make it very blue! We call this slime bath. The red water is the blood bad and the yellow...is the pee bath! Anything to make bath time fun...for this Zsa Zsa~

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Shadow Rider!

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Happy...Merry...Holidays!

On our last ride the Bossman and I encounter the most unusual creatures on our ride. We were up high...almost to the snow line when we saw these looking out from the trees at us!

This one seemed friendly enough...but was it???

This one did not seem friendly...even kind of cranky!!!

But on closer examination, the Bossman and the Desert Rose realized that they were only Desert Reinhorses...nothing to be afraid of at all!!!

Happy, Merry Holidays!!!

Luv,

The Desert Rose and her Desert Reinhorses!

Christmas Rose Garden!

The Desert Rose is soooooooooooo looking forward to seeing these rose blossoms at Christmas time!

Last year they were snowed in...they were sick...and the Rosa Jewel was born on Christmas Day so we were not able to see them at Christmas time and did not get to celebrate with them till the middle of January. I also did not get to go up and see my family on Christmas Day which has been our tradition for almost 20 years!!! Please don't let it snow...don't let it snow...don't let it snow!!!

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Cowbaby Chinks!

The Desert Rose has 10 grandchildren...or as I lovingly call them, my "Rose Garden"! The oldest is 18 now and out of the country for 9 months overseas. The next 2 oldest are teens now, my how they grow up so fast! However, I do have 7 of my Rose Garden that are 7 years and under. If you know me...I would not want them to go for a ride not dressed the part! 3 years ago...I got the 1st pair of Baby Chinks! 2 years later I had so many little Rose Garden sprouts that I had to go shopping AGAIN!

And Again!

And Again!!!

All these Baby Chinks...just waiting for a cute little cowbaby butt!!!

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Pissed Off!!!

Yesterday's ride with the Bossman, our first since my return to the desert was in the high desert in Joshua Tree National Park. The weather was perfect, the sky was blue and the Jesse and Little Lady were happy to be together again!Jesse is waiting to get his saddle bags loaded...looks like he's napping. This is his usual stance before a ride...tied to his limo, napping!

Hitting the trail on the Lost Horse Mine trail! The Bossman ALWAYS makes me pick the trail. I know it's because if we end up with a bad trail...he can say."We'll you picked it"! I picked this trail because of it's name, and I love new trails and the park protects 794,000 acres witch in includes the Mojave Desert. I read that there are 243 miles of trials inside the park. At an average of 15 mile rides... we should be able to get 15 or so rides. However...some of the rides are very much like our own back yard Indian Canyon so we will probably not ride those as it takes us 2 hours to get up there and into the park. There are 2 entrances to the park and this is the far one. Next time we ride here we will try the close entrance and probably save 1/2 hour in travel time. There are several trails that sound intriguing such as this one...and I hope we come back up and do 3 or 4 of these rides this year. The Bossman ans I only get to ride together once a week cause he has a "real job" too!

The terrain looks pretty much like the low desert...except for these!

These are "Joshua Trees". They are not really trees but a species of yucca. They are one of the few "trees" that thrive in the high desert.

About 1/2 hour into our ride...we came upon this! Not sure when the fire was but certain plant life is starting to come alive again.

At last we come to the "prize" of the trail. Lost Horse Mine! It has been fenced off to keep tourists from getting to close and perhaps injured on this very old structure.

Jesse looks over the valley below!

Trail view!

All that is left of this miners cabin is this old fireplace!

The Bossman & Little Lady!

The Desert Rose & Jesse!

This rusty old bed frame was off to the side of the trail!

The trail is now wagon train style and the kids disagree as to who should lead!

Jesse won...and was so excited he asked to trot, Mom said OK! Then Jesse asks to lope and again...Mom said YES! Only the trail has a few bushes in the middle of the trail here and there and Jesse changes sides of the trial from time to time. One change ended in a tragic moment for the beloved Martin Saddle. Jesse decided to change lanes and way to late I told him no...so he jumped a bush in the middle of the trail!!!

Yes...The Desert Rose..."fuckingpissedinhercowgirlpants!!!" I even wear some "protection" but apparently not enough for jumping a big bush unexpectedly!!! Fortunately we were near the end of the trail!

Our Lunch Rock!

Our lunch guest!

He enjoyed the BLT's and tried for the wine...but I changed his mind! Tummy full...he scampered away to enjoy the view!

We had a great 1st reunion ride and it was so great to be back in the saddle with Jesse!

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The Desert Rose Tack Room...!

Not long ago I posted about my tack room here in the desert. It was...Abigfuckingmess!!! (25 cents in the cuss jar!) I still do not have it all back together yet the way I want it. You see...this year, I do NOT have a room mate! I will miss my former roommate...but now I can spread my wings and really FLY!

Here are some pictures from last year when I shared my tack room!

It was great before...but now I will get to do Everything I want to inside and out!!!

Any idea's Cowgirls???

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Viva Las Vegas!

This special delivery arrived...just in time! I was leaving the desert for 2 weeks and just HAD to have the contents with me when I left! Soon my Sissy's can say..."This Ain't My "Firstfuckingrodeo!" (25 cents in the cuss jar!)

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Beloved Brother!

My heart is full from all your loving thoughts for my Loving Husband, me and our family, for the loss of our Beloved Brother!

Subject: Statement by the President on the Death of Abe Pollin THE WHITE HOUSE Office of the Press
Secretary _________________________________________________________________________ ____ For Immediate Release November 25, 2009 President Barack Obama Statement on the Death of Abe Pollin
Michelle and I were deeply saddened to hear about the passing of Abe Pollin – a giant in the world of professional sports and someone I was proud to call a friend. Abe was a man who knew that being an owner wasn’t just about winning championships, although his teams had plenty of success. It was about helping young athletes become good people as well as good players. And it was about being part of a community. Abe believed in Washington, D.C. when many others didn’t – putting his own fortune on the line to help revitalize the city he loved. He was committed to the teams he guided, generous to those who needed it most, and as loyal to the people of D.C. as they were to him. Our thoughts and prayers are with his wife Irene, his sons Robert and James, and the entire Pollin family.

A man loved... not only by his family, but his community for all his tremendous good deeds. The whole world has benefited because of his unselfish giving of his time and money to so many world causes!
Because he has left this world...we are all missing one of our brightest stars. Because he has left this world...we all sense somehow, that a man who dreamed the impossible dream and gave to the world in so many ways, has left a path for us to follow in his footsteps in what ever way we can, to make this world abetter place for all mankind!
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