Archive for April, 2010

April 28, 2010


by badmammy


I love wandering around the word press site. I wind up reading all kinds of blogs about all kinds of things. Then, if I comment, I click on the follow the comments buttons or subscribe to the blog. I find something in common or interesting in almost every blog I read. Needless to say, this has really increased my incoming email. For someone like me, who still thrills on getting an email, suddenly seeing 45 incoming emails for you is fun.

Fun for the first couple of days . . . . . until, of course, it sorta felt like work. I found a subscription manager page & had to let some of them go. Thank goodness a lot of them don’t post every day & they escaped the “unsubscribe”. It was hard to get rid of some of them. Hard, but I did it. I am in unloading mode these days. If  you are one of the two folks that subscribe to me, you already know this.

There sure is a world of bloggers out there. I’ve followed heart breaks, divorces, laundry & the most beautiful piece of cake in the world. Some of the bloggers are young, some are older. It’s all about senior year, my grand baby or what someone has for dinner for a week. I’m following the vacations of folks I don’t even know! I chime in on the comments.  I even wound up getting myself flamed for my (apparently) bad advice.


I mean, even I do it. I just write it, don’t really believe anyone else could be interested. They are all busy doing their own blogs & living lives full of African sunsets (some of the photo blogs are amazing!!), ranting, love & hot dogs while I carry on in my dog agility with my happy doggie, pilates with my happy friend & living with my bestest man I have ever known.

I’ve always kept journals & blogging is a natural extension of that, in this here new mileniumn. It still blows my mind that we can do this. Type a few worlds, throw a few random pictures & let the entire world look at it.

April 21, 2010

roadside fatima

by badmammy

Big Daddy & I were driving along through Espanola, NM the other day when we spied Fatima on the side of the road, in the parking lot of a grocery store. Needless to say, we hung a screeching u-turn. In deference to Espanola law, we sprayed gravel & did not signal before suddenly turning.

That’s right . . . Fatima. She was radiating love & bliss from behind a scratchy sheet of plexiglass in the back of a customized trailer. The big back doors opened up to reveal a mobile shrine, complete with Fatima prayer cards & slots for donations. The  signs assured us, in English & Spanish, that she would pray for us poor sinners & our loved ones who may be in harms way.

The woman with Fatima had quite a rig going  . . . . . the Fatima trailer also serves as a store. She also had a huge fit when I tried to take a picture of that side of the trailer. She hollered “No, no” in a foreign sounding language & waved me off. “Only take picture of back”. Ok. She had a cool little side door that opened up. On the inside of the door were rows of rosaries, then inside the trailer was a little shelf with vials of water or dirt, more prayer cards & other Fatima items. She was “behind the counter” raking in the cash. And I mean raking. Since I am a big white chick I could easily see over the heads of her “customers”. I saw brown wrinkled fists cluching $10s & $20s, reaching out, fumbling with wallets.

I can only conclude that dragging Fatima around the country pays pretty nice & is an all round sweet deal. Big Daddy noticed they had Canadian tags on all of the vehicles so that explains the accent, it was French. They were a long way from home.

Fatima’s rep was driving a very nice travel bus with big tinted windows. She also had a very cute scoot sitting outside that she must use for quick trips & errands. (Like heading to the river twice a day for more holy water & dirt, I’m guessin’.)

As I was taking a few snaps & making my donation, a cat in a lowrider slid up beside me. He got down & held up his cell phone to get a pic of Fatima. It was early evening  & there was a glare on Fatima from one angle. As he moved around trying to find a nonglaring shot, the low rider says to me, “eeeeeeee, it’s all glarey, I can’t get a good shot”. I replied the only thing I could “eeeeeeee, I know, huh? Try over there.”

April 16, 2010

found doggie girl

by badmammy

So, I’m driving along, happy as can be, headed for a haircut. Everybody knows how good a girl can feel headed for an appointment with her favorite stylieeest. It’s a glorious relationship, equal to none other. A relationship cultivated over years, often outlasting marriages. It’s the one appointment that we don’t cancel. No way. Not the hair.

And my day gets even better. The sun is shining, the sky is blue & I am wearing, comfortably wearing, a size smaller jeans that are so old style they are back in. I am breathing, too. Stylin n’ breathin. AND, after the haircut I was meeting Big Daddy & the Tooth Fairy for tacos at Juan’s. Dang! I love my life.

Lah de dah down the road. Here comes a brown doggie across the street, chasing a butterfly. Oh, isn’t that cute? I think, then realize there is a dog standing in front of my car, looking me in the eye on one of our fair city’s major arteries. I stop the car & open my door. Hey baby doggie girl. . . what you doing? She comes to me. I glance in the rearview mirror. The light has changed. A line of cars are rapidly coming towards us. I grab her collar (thinking thank god she’s got a collar on) & fling the dog across my lap into the passenger seat. This seems alright with her so I drive off.

I don’t see anyone chasing the doggie. I look for a while but haven’t got all day. Off we go to the stylieeest’s. I am early, of course, so Doggie Girl & I sit in the car sizing each other up. NO TAGS! DAMN. Nice dog, bright eyes, looking around, not freaked out. Ok. Hope I’m not begging for a “Turner & Hootch” on the interior of the SlugBug. I cracked the windows a couple of inches, parked in front of the door & went in. Let me squelch all of you right now, BD rarely asks anything of me so when he does I know it’s important. I do it. He can not abide dogs in cars in parking lots. It doesn’t bother me that much unless it’s hot out but he’s a real fanatic about it. So, I don’t do it. I drive home from the doggie park past the grocery store, drop Uno, go back to the store. Most of the time, anyway. It’s a pain in the butt. I do it cuz it’s the right thing to do & I dearly love that man.

Or so I thought. Love did not even slow me down. I didn’t even realize I had violated until we were on the way home. In my defence,  I did go to the window, cape & all, to check on her at one point during the haircut. DG was calmly sitting there in the passenger seat, looking around. All was good.

Back in the car, the only casualty was a box of kleenex. The seat was covered with kleenex but I never did find the box or even pieces of it. Still haven’t found it.

DG & I arrived home, met by BD & Uno. BD & I went into lost dog mode, taking pictures, making phone calls, uploading, posting, I made flyers. We drove back to the scene of the crime & papered it. Well, maybe papered is too strong of a word but we put out what we had time for. We raced by the vets for a chip check but DG ISN’T CHIPPED!! DAMN AGAIN.

We had to hurry & pick up the Yapper Sisters, two mini schnauzers that we doggie sit once in a while. Over the years, we’ve slowly gotten the sisters to agree that they don’t need to go into a screaming seizure every time somebody moves or makes a noise. Once one yapper makes the first yap, the other fires into attack mode not even knowing what’s happening. And then it’s on! It can get really loud. One of them can yip so high it feels like somebody stuck a sharpened #2 pencil into your ear drum.

It was a real fun rodeo introducing everyone to each other but eventually they calmed down & the butt sniffing began in earnest. After dinner, we all hung out for the evening & settled into our respective beds.

The night was, happily, uneventful. After breakfast I took the “big” dogs to the doggie park while the “little” ones stayed with BD.

Uno loves the park. She runs & bounces & runs. You can see her smiling. She gets her inner Rin-Tin-Tin on. She’s funny. DG wasn’t like that at all. She had to be coaxed into the park. She immediately put her head down & tucked her tail. I made reassuring noises & stayed closed enough to her that I could bust up any difference of opinion but remained calm & assertive. We walked around the edges of the dog park. After working with her for a few minutes, DG got to the point that she would come running when I called her. Of course, we don’t know her name & I’m NOT naming her so I just hollered “here girl”.

She goes crazy for affection & pets. I tried to give her a treat but she didn’t want it. After the other dogs gobbled theirs & were wanting more, she took one in her mouth but spit it on the floor where one of the others snatched it right up. After a few times of that she now gobbles them up like a good doggie. She has counter surfed once & pulled a roll of paper towels to the floor. She didn’t tear it up, though. I know she is a really good doggie & super smart.

So many folks have responded to our internet alerts. There’s lots of support from my Duke City Fix friends. This doggie is homeward bound.

April 10, 2010

wrinkle in the plans?

by badmammy

I’ve got old lady arms. It’s official. And it’s nice of you to say “no . . . no… you don’t”, in that wistful way of yours, but I’m afraid the time has come to face the truth. All of this dieting, exercising, life style change is starting to take effect. I can clearly see that the wrinkles are a’comin. My smooth, fat face is deflating. My rings spin on no longer chubby fingers. I’m feeling so great, still down under that arbitrary first weight goal I set for myself despite that damn Easter Bunny.

I’m down one size of jeans! How thrillin is that? I feel like there is the real me inside trying to get out & I’m so happy. The real me can bend & do pilates. The real me can jog the agility course. The real me dances. But, this real me comes with wrinkles. Literally, wrinkles. I’ve been working the skin firming lotions but what can I realistically expect out of 57 year old skin?  All I have to do is be the best I can, without gettin all Oprah on it, every day. Some days I can’t do as much as others.

I’ve bounced from one bunch of issues to another.

That’s ok.

I’m still not quittin.