Secondhand Smokette is at the end of her tether, I’m chomping at the bit, our youngest nephew has never seen the awesome beauty of the West, and the Big Sky Country of Montana is calling! (No, I will not be paying Judge McCarter a visit!) Time for some R and R in Missoula, Glacier National Park, and environs. Time for some horseback riding (sorry PETA), hiking, relaxing, and best of all, photography.
This is a good time to quote one of my favorite lines ever from Saturday Night Live, delivered by Mike Myers as the “verklempt” female talk show host:
Rhode Island is neither a road nor an island. Discuss
I’ll be back on July 6th, barring the unforeseen and assuming the cows come home. Y’all come back now: Hear?
June 24th, 2009 | 11:22 pm
You got to pimp Star Trek, I’m pimping Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen. Awesome movie, do NOT take small children to see it! Heck, despite the PG-13 rating, don’t take anyone under 15 to see it.
Second of all, go enjoy your vacation and get those pictures up as soon as you possibly can! Same camera as the last time, or are you using something different this time?
Third, come home safe and sound.
June 27th, 2009 | 4:50 pm
If you have tears, prepare to shed them now…
“The Horse’s Farewell to his Cowboy”
Farewell to you cowboy, my day it is done,
Of rounding up cows in the heat of the sun,
Of roping the dogies and branding the steer,
And having your gun going off in my ear.
I galloped the prairie without any thanks,
Your great silver spurs in my bony old flanks,
And I’ve seen many things in my life it is true,
But never a cowboy more stupid than you.
Cowboy can you hear me inside the saloon?
I’m waiting out here in the light of the moon,
My hardworking days they are past and gone by,
And I’m bound for the great clover field in the sky.
Farewell to the feel of your filthy old jeans,
Farewell to the smell of your coffee and beans,
Farewell to you in your Stetson and chaps,
Cheating at poker and shooting the craps.
You rode me too fast and you rode me too far,
Mile after mile of you shouting “Yee hah!”
Hounded by outlaws away down the track,
With a gun on my tail and a jerk on my back.
I never remember you treating me right,
I was tied to a cactus and hungry all night,
When I was weary and dying of thirst,
I always knew it was you who came first,
Well maybe you are mighty quick on the draw,
But cowboy you’re slow with the fodder and straw,
Look at me pardner, I’m all skin and bone,
So tonight I ride into the sunset….alone.
He’ll have a shock when he comes out of there,
Me, with four legs sticking up in the air,
Don’t say goodbye or thanks for the ride,
My friend it’s too little, too late. I have died.
Won’t somebody lift up the old saddle flaps,
And gently unbuckle the filthy old straps,
My eyes have grown weary, I’m tired of talk,
And as from tonight, he can bloody well walk.
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