Maggiez Farm

"Oh, Get Me Home, Ford.."

2011-08-22T11:03:00.000-07:00

The title here will only resonate with those few who have watched, read, and
appriciated Douglas Adams' 'Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy'.

I live by this Mantra:

So: I try not to panic, it's never seemed to accomplish much good.

Truth?

I'd like to go home. Unfortunately, I don't have one.

In the interest of Purely Amusing Shit, enjoy!

It's About Life: Here's The Question

2011-08-11T12:29:00.000-07:00

Looking back at your own, beLoved and Important Life,

Would you call yourself a Good Example,
or a Cautionary Tale?

I'm musing upon the differences of Life Experiences.

There's a lot going on in my own Life right now, and I'm struggling to make
sense of it all.

There's the simple, and immediate stuff like Love, Survival, and Futuristic Plans,
then there's the regular shit going on in most folks' lives like
Regrets, Worries, and the so-far unworkable desire to change History, or at least the longing to do so.
( I try not to worry about it too much myself)

Cie la vie, cie la gar... I believe that the Past is Immutable.
(Other than the ability to learn from it.)
Comfort,
comes from the realization that most Folk feel the same now and then.

I'd fix the World if I could! But it's pretty cool to figure out that I CAN, fix myself now and then.

(The above rant is brought to you by...? Just Situations, and Conversations. I now return you to the
Regular Magz)

I'd Like to Tell You About a 'GIG'..

2011-08-01T11:26:00.000-07:00

Magz Definition: 'GIG' = Job, Potential. Work Commitment. Money-Making Opportunity???)

But first! Here's a really Kool Kat.
This is Mr. Curls: my only surviving AZ kitty, Curly Joe.

Curly's
an awesome Pal. He does the 'Cat Thing' better than most cats do.

Anyways, I wanted to tell you about my latest Gig, a possibly Lucrative Gig that's now residing on a website called Fiverr, HERE

Fiverr.com is a really off-the-wall place that I stumble across occasionally whilst Browsing.

(I LOVE the Internet! Where else can you find goofy stuff like this, eh?)

It IS for Real: it's all about sharing with others what YOU would do for
five dollars, or what you'd be willing to pay someone five dollars to do for you.

Well, Fans,
I'd like to make 5 dollars. Or even In My Dreams, have my Gig go viral and make a whole bunch of 5 dollar bills.
MY Gig is right HERE

My 'gig' is the Same Ole Thing I've Always Done. Talking to/for/about Animals.

Trying to do what I do this way, I just might be able to earn 5 bux from each and every Person that I can't actually see for Real, yet can contact virtual.
(After all? Talking about Animals is what I do best!)

So: Both of you who still read this blog? Would you consider promoting this Gig?

Since I don't 'do' Facebook, or Twitter, or even the newest 'Hot Thang' Google+,
I either have to PAY one of these Fiverrs to Tweet this for me,

Or come back to you, my good ole outdated Blog Network pals, and ask you to spread
the word about a cute, neat, fun way to 'hear' your own pets, as filtered thru a Pro Animal Trainer.
(I really do need to make a little $, and this is a very Personalized way to do so)

$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$

In Other News,

Life is kind of strange. New Mexico is pretty, but it's a hard place to make a
Living in.

My New Dog Mickey is a fine Dawg, and a blessing. She helps my last, leftover
Original Dog, Marshall Mathers,
and they seem to get along just dandy.
(Even when Mr. Marsh-Moosh, aka Slim Shady, seems to have the 'Laser Eyes' )

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The only other NewsWorthy thing that I have going on is just this:

I've so far successfully raised a baby wild bird that my neighbor found in his
yard nearly a month ago.
I'm a Bird-Mom.

This Dude's name is Ak-Kak, and he appears to be a Grackle bird.

I can tell you he's loud, obnoxious, and probably related to Crows and Mynahs.

( I'm having Fun, raising him )

Oh. Oh, Oh, Oh, Okay

2011-07-09T13:50:00.000-07:00

This is for my Aunt Mimi.

Here's my Dear Neighbor's dog, Buddy. Buddy. Buddy-Dawg is cool!

He's sitting in my van in my driveway, sharing Love with me.

My Dear Neighbor's been sitting here too.. sharing BIG Love and
helping me get over some Big Losses.

My Neighbor Kay, is a New Mexico Treasure to me. She is an Ornery Ole Broad, and just what I needed.

I really love Neighbor Kay, more than I can say.
She Hosted a Suprise Birthday Party for me last month!!
(It was AMAZING: I don't think I've ever had a Suprise Party before)

She then proceded to drag my Reluctant Ass to a local Happening last weekend,
and introduced me to a friend of hers that does Animal Rescue.

(There is no local Animal Control around here, usually strays just disappear.)

This is the result of Kay's intro:
(Like I said, Kay ROCKS!)

A Lost Dog, needing Foster Care,
Who suddenly sorta moved into my Family and became Mine.

Meet Mickey, my new dog. Me and the only 2 left of my original Family
(The young dog Marshall & the Arizona Kitty named Curly)

just love her, she's a Sweetie.
Here's Curly, just loving a new dog in the Family.

You can see by the cat's face that he's just THRILLED about a new dog, huh!

The Dog Now Known As Mickey is mellow, smart, young, and already spayed.

She needs more Grooming, tho she's had her 1st bath, her 1st walk on a leash, and her 1st car ride with me in the last 3 days since I've sorta owned her
and she's really Owned me.

My young/dumb(?) Genuine Salvation Dog, Marshall..
seems to like her a lot. He needed a friend,

As did I.

It seems pretty amazing to me, that no matter how hard that God slams the doors in your face,
he seems to always leave a screened window easily accessible.

COURAGE.

2011-07-03T12:24:00.000-07:00

Yup, it's what I say to myself, a lot. Have Some/Get Some!

My Kid Was Right: My Big, OLD, Dog Is a Pussy!

2011-06-03T21:52:00.000-07:00

Finally, it's been Proven.

They can fight, HARD, WITH EACH OTHER!!

My 2 Dawgz, AZ born n bred, are the real Rott(on) Sisters, who have have lived together all their looong Doggie lives (12 and 11 years) together with me.

They lived Mostly Peacefully, Forever Protectively, Always Alertly, Occasionally Grouchy, but always always BONDED to each other and me.

My Son's #1 Choice dog, Holly-Davidson-Doomus,
(my #1 dog Blanche's Little Sister dog)

totally WON the Serious Unexpected Fight today,
drawing much blood. Everywhere.

(These dogs have always lived together, loved each other and me,
and my Son.
Yet my son has always told me this Ultimate Dominance Fight could happen eventually, and probably would.)

Some real icky/squicky blood came from me, while I was jumping into the fight to stop it, and a bunch more gooey, gory stuff came from
my aging, pushy bitch of a Blanchedawg,
the Big Sister who most likely started it.

We had a big dog fight today.
We had a BIG dog fight today!

(It's changed everything about how the Sisters relate to each other, for the first time in a long, long time)

I'm really thankful that the old bitch Blanche still has 2 eyes, and that I still have at least
9 or 10 fingers:
that was a fight to the near death between those two.

I'm really really happy that there was a Dear Neighbor here to help me separate
them when they got into it, because it happened faster and more viciously then I ever imagined it could:
Sister Dogs, FINALLY fighting for Dominance.

I can't believe how tough my Neighbor was backing me instantly,
and how hard we both had to work to remove Teeth from Skin, owww.

Sigh. All three (four?) of us Original Farm Gals are old, and really didn't need this Drama, yanno?

Still, I can't shake the feeling that it was totally all MY FAULT for getting stressed and passing it on to my own beLoved famb, my Dawgs.

Now I really have to ask myself, 'Is this going to happen again?'
and So It Goes.

MEANWHILE,
Here's my last picture of my beLoved Smitty-Kitty, who's been missing for a week today. Call her Gone, not by her own choice; she'd never leave on purpose.

Her Bro, the Curly Kitty remains, and is cool. He's underfoot even as I type. We both miss Smitty, BAD!

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UPDATE, 6-17-2011

The damn dogs fought again. Worse.
They both did Major, tho possibly repairable damage to each other.
This cannot be allowed to ever happen again.

It freaked all 3 of us old broads, and I made the hardest choice of my life:
I chose NOT to shoot them myself, but to haul them to a Vet for Euthanasia.
Both of them. Going Down, Together, within seconds of each other.
$275.00, 197 lbs of dead-dog meat and a lot of heartbreak later....

They've now joined every other Good Dog In Heaven as of last week. Together in death, just as they'd always lived.

My heart is squashed like old roadkill.

R.I.P. Blanche Dog-bois and Holly Davidson. Your legacies live on in books, blogs, and Dogster.com pages. You were loveable puppies, and really truly awesome Dogs.
I am thankful to have known you, Love, magz

IS IT JUST ME??

2011-05-27T18:29:00.000-07:00

Or Does This Newly Aquired and most coveted
THINGIE Look a Little 'Weird'. (Umm, yeah Duhh, I know what it is, do You?)

Well it does look Goofy enuff for me to Document today, but by tomorrow I'll have it installed and functioning.

That's Life, in New Mexico.

I like it, mostly.

I'm Good; just missing Horses & Chickens.

My kitty catties like New Mexico,
it has Big Trees. They like climbing them.

Look close: Both Kittehs I hauled here from AZ are in this tree.
In my front yard.
You know that you can 'click' on any picture I post and see it Full Screen, right?

I feel like writing some Poetry for y'all,
My Dawgs are yelling 'HELL NO!!'

"HAIL NO! DON"T DO THE POHM THING< PLEASE< MA!"

(I often listen to, but rarely take Advice from a bunch of Silly Canines)

So here's yer rhyme, made up on the spot. By me, the Magz.
Feel free to hate this, I can't care less. It's how I roll.

I be Alive most every day
Just down the road from where you stay.
Another day, another Beer,
Something different's happening here.

Same ole bullshit; Whole new style
Lots more crap to stick in file.
I write, I'm right, it's tight tonight.
Say Fuck You, say Fuck Me, I still (!) fight Social Security!

(I just successfully bored my dawgs into a comotose state, oh Joy!!)

from Dusk to Dawn or, I STILL NEED A GEEK

2011-04-26T20:07:00.000-07:00

Ok, I just watched THAT movie. Again.

It hasn't lost a bit of it's original power over me, despite the fact I haven't seen it since before my Dad died.
(He acquired it somehow-somewhere while he lived in AZ, and I remember watching it with him there.)
He liked it, and rocked out to some of the Zombie/Vampire scenes.)

I like it too, maybe even more Today than I did back then.

But I open here with a digression.
I'm really just here to tell y'all that living in New Mexico really ROCKS! Here's why:
1.) Old Beatles songs sound awesome when they are cranked up LOUD.
(Thanks Norm & Susie, for the download/rips)

(Geek Need #1: I am still fucking with my Stereo>Desktop>Laptop connections.)
Here's a 2 minute old pic of my desktop/'puter corner.

Note the tall, unopened beer. The new Coozie, saying 'ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE
is no match for NATURAL STUPIDITY'
The paper and pens and pencils.
(I make a lot of notes, mostly for the next Book.)

Observe the stack of plain old CD-RW disks I was attempting to burn today.
Look at the headphones!
See the laptop open, only to play the music I've been transferring by disk and stick from the desktop. (I'm having Big Probs playing archives
OVER THE BIG SPEAKERS/MAIN EXTERNAL AMP.)

Explain to me why I can't get the original desktop to play the music that's on it.. and while you're at it, explain why the desktop lost about half the great tunes I had stored on it.

Find me a Geek, who works Rural, or Remote. I'll pay. Cash.

Or just slap me upside the head and remind me that eventually.. I'll figure it out myownself. After all; I'm unemployed, and I got time!
Who CARES if it takes me 27 hrs to learn something that someone else coulda shown me in about 30 seconds, eh?

Meanwhile, since you wanted to know, I'll say ALL'S WELL, and I'm PFG (pretty fucking good) in my new home.
I'm Living, Loving, Eating, Exploring, playing guitar,
singing, dancing, and writing again.
Life is Here.. Wish You Were Beautiful.

John Lennon Said...
just about everything I'd like to, and probably better than I ever will.

Ahhhh, Enchantment.

2011-03-27T17:47:00.000-07:00

Dirt Roads Abound. I likes Dirt Roads.

Some of them seem to go on, and on, nearly Forever.

I live in New Mexico now. I'm Gardening, much smaller, but still Happily.

I like my New House, and my Old Dawg.

Life is Pretty Good,.
I still gots Internet
And my Arizona Dawgz, n Kittehs.

I quit Facebook, but I still Browse, and email.

I miss my Beloved Horses, that I did NOT want to give up.

And my pet chickens.
(Trust me: I WILL find new Horses n Chickens out here)

What's missing?
Not much; just perhaps someone to show this to.

Despite the losses, I wouldn't trade this Enchanted Land.

THIS IS MY LIFE! GET YOUR OWN. I can, and I do... still sing, and play Guitar.

'My House, Is A Very Very Very Nice House..'

2011-02-15T14:35:00.000-08:00

Thanks, Crosby Stills Nash & Young, for the paraphrased title!
I'm busy moving into here: That's my Bedroom window, and a Jacuzzi area
just begging for a Jacuzzi. Feel free to offer one, hehe.

The Front Door
(which is actually the Back Door)
is just to the left, along with a Carport for my new van. Wow.

C'mon in! Glance right, and glory in my awesome Computer Wall;

(I'm really jazzed. And of course, still moving doo-dads & knick-knacks around.
This is my favorite room in this house, know why?

BECAUSE I'VE ALWAYS PICTURED MYSELF IN A PICTURE WINDOW!

Up one step and to your left, is my kitchen. No windows though, and yes,
I could have tidied the last few details before I photoed but noooOOOooo, not me!
(In my own defense, I was REALLY busy hooking up stereo, printer, and computer parts. I DO keep a very clean kitchen!)

Through the kitchen to the right, is My Room. Wow; beats hell out of
sleeping on a pallet on the floor for the last 20 years!

Turn around, and you see the Living Room. And the Back Door, which is actually a Front Door! There's 2 Guest Bedrooms on that end, and a 2nd Bathroom.

OK, it's a Work In Progress. I'm nowhere near 'done' moving in, I was just very excited to have gotten a Memory Card for the camera that my BFF, (Best Friend Forever) Former FarmNeighbor Sue had given me for Christmas.

This morning I finally managed to hook up my stereo to my computer(s) and got to listen to both Internet Radio, and my own beLoved tunes. I was inspired!
'I am GORGEOUS, and the weather is here..' it's been shorts, flipflops, and the possibility of Sunburn for this ole desert rat-ette. (I'm up nearly 2,000 ft
higher than I used to be at the old Maggiez Farm in Arizona.)

I'm a Happy Camper, and loving my new neighborhood. I'm meeting some Cool
Neighbors, sampling Local Cuisines, and taking some fantastic Day Trips looking
around this area.
What took me so dang long to get here, eh??

New State of Residence, New State of Mind!

2011-02-11T19:19:00.000-08:00

I made it. Moved part n parcels, dogs n cats about 400 miles down the road to New Mexico.

Here's my new neighborhood; Central New Mexico.
The puppy dogs sure seem to like it....

Here's the new van I bought in Arizona to take all
my parties and parcels to our New Home, New Mexico.
She runs like a Rolex, and I'm keeping her. Yes, I'm now Vehicularly Spoiled Rotten.

Here's my good ole HellDell, loving it's brand new ISP and new desk. This is the 'Front Room' of my new house, and my favorite room on account of it's the sunniest. I'm still Moving In, buying U-Build-It furniture and all the accourterments one needs to set up a house and make it Home.

(Look closely at the left foreground above, you'll see one half of my kitty Curly Joe. Cats dig it here too)

I like it here, think I'll stick around. There's lots more to say but I'm pretty tired tonight.. I hiked about 5 miles with the dogs today and just plain road-tripped all around my new neighborhood. Stay tuned; there's lots going on!

Yeah Kids, It's 'The Last of Days' at Maggiez Farm

2011-01-29T17:02:00.000-08:00

Uh huh, while we all go on and on and on with our Regular Lives, Maggiez Farm is on it's
last gasp; ie, dying the good death. Here's a cool pic I took night before last, of the last Full
Moon I'm going to see from this exact viewpoint. (I gave myself Bonus Creds for this pic, it's
exactly the way my eye (and camera) saw this moon. Weirdly!)

"Moon Over Maggiez Farm' looking West, about 4 am Jan 25, 2011

Cool, I say, very cool. I'm planning to take lots more cool pix, once I get to my new home this week.

Whaa.. where am I going?
Why thanks for asking, I'm going to New Mexico. I have a vague idea of exactly WHERE, and a
burning desire to land there, somewhere not too far off from Roswell, Home of the Great Alien
Conspiracy of 1947 hahahaha.

Meanwhile? It would be tedious and pointless to attempt to share with y'all lil Magz-Farm Fans just
what a true hassle it is to get gone, and 'gitterdon' in a timely and heartly manner,
so to save ya the effort I'll just say MOVING SUXX!!!!!
(I might even ask those of you who actually know me, to take 1 minute: 60 seconds, and do absolutely
nothing except Imagine MOVING yourselves. Your Stuff, your Pets, your Life. Quickly and totally, and
on the cheap. It aint easy, and I wouldn't wish it on the Average Joe or Josie, yanno?)

I wish to take a sec to actually thank those very few of my friends who for either love, or money,
have really tried to help me get down the road.
I'd also like to 'poke' any of those who meant well, thought about helping, but ultimately found it too
time consuming or not profitable enough.
Merle Haggard had it right, there's a lot of 'Bar Room Buddies' in the world, and I stand as Testimony
that there's sure not enough genuine caring Folk in this same world.

I'm off and running to a whole new Life, a new State, and hopefully some new friends I can family with.

Bye bye, Maggiez Farm, bye buh-bye-bye, ya sweet Bye-n-Bye! I'll be back, soon! Magz

21 Days And Counting....

2011-01-07T17:30:00.000-08:00

Till I'm Gone from the Farm Formerly Known As Maggiez. Meanwhile? Life Goes On,
and I found a brand new old drawl today.

Ever seen this movie? (The Assassination of Jesse James,
by the Coward, Robert Ford. Brad Pitt/Casey Affleck)

I call Pee Efff Gee: Pretty Fucking Good.

What I was just marveling/relating to, is the incredibly
credible drawls,

And the use of some really fine colloquial English; the
language and expressions used felt oh-so-true.

(Ok, and I'll also admit to finding it one of Mr. Pitt's better performances. He plays a
not-so-nice guy, and plays him realer than he usually plays the 'nice guys'. And his accent's dead on good, somewhere between Keen-tucky & Mizz-Zoura.. I'm just sayin, and it's MY review)

The reason why I have time and inclination to sit around watching a movie when I only have
21 DAYS LEFT TO PACK< GET WHEELS< AND FIND A NEW HOME ??
Is because I had 2 good friends come by (by arrangement) this morning, both ready, willing, and
able to help me just 'gitter dun'.

It's possibly just coincidental that they are blood brothers, and both deep and true proud Okies.
Their own accents had me talkin juss like ah used to on the ceebee radio,
and I'm bustin my own hump to try to get them the paying job of tearing down my own home, once
I've actually left it.
One of the vehicles they drove over here this morning, is the van I think I'm buying.

It looks just like this, tho this is a 'stock' photo.

1989 Chevy HeavyHalf- 350 w/400r rebuilt tranny.

(NOT the pickup truck I thought I wanted, but
oh-so much more Practical!)

It's Clean. It's Healthy, and it makes a lot of sense. I'm 99% convinced that it's my new ride.

Thank You, beLoved Okie Brothers, for finding this for me! (Bill? Orval? You ROCK!)

So: All that's really left now, is to find a new driveway to park this in.
And park ME in, and the dawgz in, and the kittehs too..
(Ever gawd-dangged one of my foul fowl flock is bein given away before I leave this ole homestead.)

Shucks, Martha, tween the sweet Oklahoma sounds and that curious blessin of the Jesse
movie? I'm just like to beat the band pleased as punch, makin a clean breast of thangs. I'm as liable
to flip as fly, knowing that it's plumb foolish, to try n teach yer ole Granny to suck eggs.

I won't translate that for you, instead? I'll leave you with your Regular Scheduled Magz-shit,

And whatever Favorite Loud Music Floats yer Boat.

Observations. aka 'Yeah, I'm Leavin' Home!'

2011-01-04T15:24:00.000-08:00

Yup, the process continues, and I must Adjust.

It's nothing that hasn't been done before, many times, by lots of folks,
including Me. (It's just been Awhile, since I've done the whole 'relocate' thing.

This ole farm, was just a Farm,

and all those ole beLoved critters,
are just Critters.

(There will be more, many more! at the Next
Place)

Bye bye, Maggiez Farm, byebyebye.

Yeah, I'm a little sad, and just a wee bit Freaked about the whole deal.
None of that matters: what matters? Is that I pull this whole Move-Thing off...
in not just a Timely Manner, but in a Heartly Manner.

I'm Working On It, and I have every reason to believe I will succeed at it. It's Faith, and also
Experience- This Aint My First Goat-Roping, Yanno. Let's Hark, shall we?

Dang, that's cool!

I feel like Harking!

harkharkharkhark,

Ak, choke cough.

Here's some of my Today's Observations,

to both puzzle & delight you.

1.) When you've lived in a place for 20 years?
You accumulate a lot of shit. You also accumulate a LOT of memories.
Some are easy to let go of,
some aren't. Some you never will, or will ever want to.

2.)When you Move..
You must condense, sort thru, and throw away lots (most) of it.

3.) Sorting thru shit you haven't even looked at in years, is hard.
(It's actually pretty Pathetic; seeing what you used to think was Important, that you know isn't anymore)

4.) Leaving shit behind is embarrassing. Knowing someone else is going to see your shit?
That is really nervewracking.
(That leads to much wasted effort while you're trying to think 'Forward!' trying to relocate, when you honestly worry about how to excuse what you inadvertently leave behind. Abandoned Kid toys, and bits of horse gear. Moldy throwrugs, and lost sox. Outgrown underwear. REALLY ratty old dishes. Small piles of neglected trash, that you really really MEANT to take to the dump. Maybe even.. some forgotten
Seeds and Stems??)

5.) As long as the Sun is shining, somewhere... it's all going to work out somehow.
(I'm awed and amazed, at just how much I can actually accomplish when I really have to: but?)

6.) It's fucking LONELY.. to do this kind of thing all alone.

I have a Cool Neighbor, who's offered me everything in her World to make this transistion easier
for me. Until I Cash Out, end of this month, she's offered me rides, phone service, home made soup
and an Ear.
Yet she's even less happy than I am with this whole process. She doesn't really want me to leave,
(BlesserHart!) but she sort of understands that I must.
She gives me Reality Checks, and squirms when I tell her that my own Life, doesn't quite work like
hers does. She doesn't and can't understand.. that sometimes Survival
has to come before A Really Good Plan, yet she will Back me to the utmost of her ability;
up to and including babysitting my dogs while I search for a home, or keeping my kitties till I find one.
Sue? You ROCK!

I also have a Son.. who's impressed the Hell out of me with how well he's grown up!

Yet that young man, has a very busy life of his own, trying to take care of his own chosen Family.
He's stressed, but doing everything he'd ever be expected to for Me, for his beLoved Wife, and for his Kids, my Grandkids.
(I hope they know, how hard he's working at it. I cannot ask for more from him, he's doing an amazing
job, of keeping a Low Profile)

I love my kid. I love my friends!

(I just don't love, what I'm going
thru right now)

Still? It'll all work out; it always does.

Happy New Year, Love n Kisses, Peace, Magz

Whoa : One/One/One-One WHEW!

2011-01-01T14:56:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year, Chitlins! Uh huh... it's (supposedly) All Brand New, and another year.
Here's what I know, believe, and feel to be oh-so-True.

It's Cold Outside, Baby!

Really cold, for us good ole Desert-Rat types.

We don't deal with deep snow,

just icy-icy cold nights.

(It was 22 degrees at 7 am today, INSIDE.

So I burnt Kerosene in my only little heater, and turned the electric oven on 'Low', trying to raise
the temperature inside my house a degree or two above freezing.
When I tried to cook breakfast, the steam almost blinded me, and my bacon refused to crisp.

I'm wearing so many layers of clothes & hats and scarfs that I can barely move: Call me the
Pillsbury Doughboy, or the Michalin Magz. (I'm ok, sorta Cool, as long as I don't move)

When the Sun (kind of) came out today, I
went outside. To thaw my frozen toes, and

Hope it would get warm enough to Clean Up
My Act; ie, to shower outside since my 50 yr
old house has clogged it's Interior waterpipes.

It looked like this: but was warm enough.

It just reminded me that I've always like Winter Birds, better than Summer Birds.

Something about the fluffy/Solo Act of Winter Birds... is cool. It's about Hanging Tough?
That is UltraCool. !!
This has been my Home for a long long time... something tells me that I'll find another one,

I've really Loved this place, my Home, da Farm. I'll find another one!

(For those who don't Follow: I've sold the place I've lived in for the last 20 years. I don't know for sure where I'm going yet, but I know I'll end up Somewhere Good. Meantime, I have the same ole emails., phone #'s, and I'm always around. )

Hup Two Hup Two, Just Steppin On

2010-12-26T10:42:00.000-08:00

Selling 'da Farm'. Organizing Chaos. Hanging In, Out, and On for dear Life.

Only Bitching about it once in awhile, HERE. See ya.....!

Is It Really Hard? Or Really Scary?

2010-12-22T15:30:00.000-08:00

Nope. It's mostly just really Lonely, selling my home.

I have to ask myself, is this what I'd hoped for, or planned on?
And I have to answer myself, 'Nope. It's just the Way It Is.'

As far as hardcore Real Plans go, I don't exactly have one, yet. But 'Facts iz Facts, Ma'am',
and my Home is in escrow. I'll be outta here on or before January 30th, 2011.

In the end all and be-all of things? We play the hands we're dealt, hehe.

Doing The Done Deal..

2010-12-19T13:48:00.000-08:00

Alternate Title 'Made It So'

Sunrise Over Maggiez Farm 12/17/2010

This is one of the last 'scenic' shots I'll take from the front door of the real 'Maggiez Farm',
for I'm signing the papers tomorrow to put 'da Farm' into escrow.

Yes, you heard me correctly, I've 'Sold The Farm'. Me, the Magz Herownself is off on any
number of new adventures, and will settle back sooner or later into another version of the same ole
Maggiez Farm.

I will continue to write my life, my feelings, and my experiences, but not exactly as they happen.
(Life is going to be Goofy Enough, without leaving a record of just how Goofy I get whilst dealing
with the day-to-day stuff- thank GOD for a little 'maturity' in my life!

See ya round da Innerwebs- my email, IM contacts, and phone # will remain the same. I'll keep this blog, and update it as often as possible!

Curls 12/17/2010
This is Curly Joe, Mighty Mouser Cat. Be vewy vewy quyatt... he's mousing!

Buckle Down, Suck It Up- DEAL

2010-12-15T17:19:00.000-08:00

Since it seems that I'm only talking to myself, I can get real Real here.
The post below this post titled "I Am Ashamed' refers to my shame & my brokedness, trying to pay my taxes. (Yes; Broke-edness, not Broken)

What it didn't delve into.. was just how tough this process is really going to be.

I sold my Best Friend,my Horse, and gave away his best friend, The Other Horse
on account of the fact that I needed money. Cash, to pay taxes. So I could KEEP
this place, even if it has no horses. (My Good Neighbor didn't want me to sell The Other Horse,
since she still technically Owned him.
So I gave that horse back.. the day I sold mine, 8 days ago. She's
subsequently managed to find a Home that would feed The Other Horse, and has given
him away. To a (hopefully) Really Good Home.

I think I Sold mine, to a Really Good Home (hopefully).

Whatever... it's a Done Deal. Leaving me horseless, and pretty lost. I miss my friends,
they were my Family.
I wish things were different, but accept the fact that this is Reality. I have most of the money I
need to keep this farm, and a few deals in the works to sell it once my tax bill is paid.

It just doesn't feel like Home, without my family.

I'm angry, and butt-hurt. I'm a little lost, a lot heartbroke, and I just 'Haz A Sad'

(Also OUTTAHERE.. before I start cussing and throwing things) Peace, Out. Magz.
.

I Am Ashamed. Also Broke.

2010-12-02T14:06:00.000-08:00

And owing a large amount of Back Taxes!! The Farm, Maggiez Farm, is in Danger.

The good news is,
Compared to many many folks losing their homes, It's cheap taxes!
The bad news is?
It's totally beyond my financial ability to pay today, as they want it in Entirety.

The no news? Is that I either beg/borrow/steal/grovel or do my very best Schmoozing, or I lose my home.
Stay tuned for the next Exciting Episode of Maggiez Farm!

************************************
UPDATE: Several emails, phone calls, and mad scramblings later, I have a lot better understanding,
of what's actually going on with the Great County/State Bureaucracy called Home Ownership.
And a little reprieve. The situation is by no means Resolved..
But it's a lot more Manageable.

I'm still a lot ashamed of myself for letting it get this far, but also slightly encouraged about
Just what I can accomplish.. when I have to.
I haven't (quite) lost it yet! Either my mind, my talents, or my farm, hehehe

How Did I Miss ???

2010-09-12T18:50:00.000-07:00

Everything I've missed, while I wasn't paying attention?

Like the fact that Chris LeDoux is dead??? (Where was I, huh??)

I hate hearing that; it makes all my lightweight fun posts become Meaningless.

I'm sorry: I will return, when I have something Optimistic, or Nice.. to say,

Meanwhile I must listen to everything that man ever did. I owe it to him.

He.
Was.

BRILLIANT.

(I'm not even sure where I found him for the first time, he's tied up in my mind with the first song Garth Brooks ever made a name with)
I just know that I loved his music, and introduced his music to my Hip-hopping Rapscallion of a Son,
Danno. Who proceded to 'HEAR' it.. and was the one who told me that we won't be hearing anything new from Mr. LeDeaux for some time now.

Goodnight Chris; Even Cowgirls Get The Blues Sometimes

Some Things That Make Me Smile

2010-09-01T17:32:00.000-07:00

Lots of things make me Smile!

My favorite chair in my backyard always
makes me smile when I sit down in it.

My Dad made that chair, that makes me smile.

This is NorMee, a small but loved guinea chick.

He's one of the 'kids' I'm raising this year.

Little baby birds growing up in my garden make me smile.

Puffy SHOES! Totally Irresistable!

Brand New Puffy/Fluffy Flip-Flops from the
Dollar Store!

(It felt like I had pillows tied to my feet all day today, and THAT..
made me smile.)

BeLoved Family, whatever shape they wear.

I asked the Dawgz
Blanche,(L) Holly,(R) and Marshall (Foreground) to think
'LOVE', and this is what they said to send you.
I love them a lot; they make me smile.

And Flowers, because they always make me smile.
Flowers and Gardens and Scenery and Animals
(oh always Animals) and yes,
even Puffy Shoes know how to "Share The Love'.

This post is from my Heart, and sent to my friends Stacey & Jake.
(There's a lot of Healy Vibes in this, just ask the critters!)

Much love, and some brand new pix taken today,
And aimed your way.

A Place To Put My Stuff

2010-08-25T14:11:00.000-07:00

All the good and bad,
Things I've Learned From Everyone! Like Jeff Bridges as
The Big Lebowski..

To John Lennon as himself:

To all the Lessons Learned, right here on the Farm.

It's really all just different parts of Life, you know?

What's got me going today is the Thank Yous that I owe some very good Internet Friends!

Really: I've been offline for a long time, and when I got back Online?
I had some Major Problems, and still do, tho it's working out thanks to the help of some friends I've never even met in person.

I spent nearly 2 yrs offline, looking for and asking from
Everyone I've ever known for some Help.

I got it from my Neighbors, who had no reason to help atall: they just heard me when I asked. They made me Work for their help, and I thank them every single day since then for making me work to help myself.

When I got back online? I took it real easy... working my way back towards where I'd left off,
Thinking I was an Internet Cool Chick.

And I found the Help I needed, from old friends that I'd never asked for help from before. TY, my very-most helpfuls!
Dave from St Louie? You ROCK, dude. Levi from Texas? You're the Son I almost had.
Mike from Michigan? You're helping me more thaN YOU KNOW!

aND THERE'S MORE FRIENDS, MORE people THAT i HAVEN'T EVEN TAPPED INTO YET!

This is my first (of what's bound to be many) real Thank Yous.

Between you, and you, and you and me... we're bound to get me totally straitened out back here on da 'Net...

And I Thank You. I, Maggie Baker thanks you, and Maggiez Farm thanks you!

I really love how this works. Fuck the Flowers For Algernon, here's Flowers For All.

Time Passes. Magz Gets Over Her Beef(s)..

2010-08-18T20:22:00.000-07:00

And Starts cooking! Like real Food!
That's kind of an unusual ocurrence nowadays, since I just don't get all that motivated anymore to actually build good 'Home Cooked' meals from scratch, for a couple of reasons.

Reason # 1 is simply that I live alone and eat alone, so snacks or instant food meals are just (like they say)
More Convienent.

Reason # 2 is a bit more 'involved', since it has everything to do with the fact that after my last BIG wreck-on-horseback almost 4 yrs ago now,
I Lost My Sense Of Smell, and Taste.

Yeah, I worried about it, a lot. I did beaucoup Research both online and off, trying to re-connect my
nose to my brain, and I failed all the way around.
That was sad, and it still sucks if I think about it much.

So I don't, mostly. Think about it anymore.
Still? It left me at a loss, and actually mourning my poor old, good old, TRUSTED 3rd and 4th senses that got wiped out in an instant. It's changed my entire perception of Food, and other scents. It's changed all of my Habits about eating, though it didn't happen all at once.

(See Above: Cooking, and Real Food)

Hehehe, the whole point of this post is to tell anyone reading about how today turned into a 'chef's special' day.
I KNOW y'all like recipes, and juicy details about food so I thought I'd share mine!

Today was a total 'Foody' day, and it started when I browsed my refrigerator and realized that I had way too many fresh eggs, compliments of all my chickens. I hard-boiled 2 dozen, and then made a pretty good egg-salad mix with ranch dressing, sweet pickles, onions, and celery. (I left 8 hard-boilies for later, when I feel like making Deviled Eggs.)

Then I started frying chicken. LOTS of chicken parts, all coated in my own mix of herbs & spices, and perfectly fried in 100% fresh corn oil. (I have cold chicken for DAYS now!)
I make good fried chicken, if I say so myself.

That motivated me to dig deeper, deep into my own refridgerator. I found a large package of high quality
Bratwersts that I'd bought and frozen awhile back, so I defrosted them carefully..
(I actually didn't particularly enjoy eating the 1st one as a hot dog kind of thing on a bun, so I studied my pantry, fridge, and freezer for another idea of how to prepare them)

I came up with a really great idea!
It started with raw rice laid on the bottom of a large baking pan. With butter, and a little water.
Then a big layer of Bratwursts- must be 15 of them fit in that pan. A healthy squirt of Honey BBQ sauce on top, a layer of fresh Hatch, New Mexico Chilies, then a half pint of my Garden Fresh HomeMade Salsa, Hot Style.

It looked pretty juicy, and weighed about 4 lbs so I put it uncovered into the oven at 325 degrees, thinking it would take awhile to blend and mix and cook down. 45 minutes later, it seemed to be drying out too fast so I added some of the homemade Marinara/Spagetti sauce I always have hanging around, and spooned some of the salsa/BBQ sauce mix over the top.

Shortly after that, an unexpected drop-in buddy came by, and the first thing out of her mouth was "OMG!!
What's cooking? Smells GREAT!"
(I had to tell her I didn't think it was ready yet, and served her some fresh fried chicken instead)
I wish I could smell it, but I'm here to say that another hour later, after my buddy had left, I finally sat down and served myself a heaping helping of whatever-ya-call that Bratworst dish.. and It Was Good.
So am I, and now I'm full.
Stop by tomorrow, there's LOTS of leftovers!

Oh, God Damn

2010-08-15T19:32:00.000-07:00

Sorry, those of you who believe that Maggiez Farm Blog is always 'friendly'..

I'm truly pissed off today.

I've been trying ever since I got back Up on da 'Net to resolve my hardware issues, and today I dedicated most of the day to research, reading, and asking every geek I know questions about how to fix this.

I've read till my eyes bled, really.

I've asked my geekiest friends to step in and DRIVE this HellDell via Remote Access!
Sadly, that doesn't seem to be working either; despite my best efforts to configure my own system to accept another driver-person, administrator wise.

It's not working.
Neither my own efforts, or getting someone else to Remote Drive
(Since I surehell CAN'T find a live human to come into my own living room and show me how!)

I'm pissed.
I'm pissed enough to get RIGHTOUS Annoyed, for

I paid a Local Geek-Type a lot of money to get me up and running last month.
He did- sort of.
He wiped my entire Drive, and re-loaded about 75% of what I originally had on it

He loaded XP Pro, registered to me. I'm beginning to wonder how he did that, and charged me beaucoup bux for doing it, without leaving me the disk that he used.
I got no stinking disk, and before he touched my computer the first time, I had a copy of Windows XP Pro tucked snug inside my partition.

I Think It Was MY Version of XP that he loaded.

Oh hell this is stupid. Why Rant about something that I AGREED to pay for, eh?

I'll take just a little more time..
And do a little more Research..

Before I name this Kid, and Out him in public.

I don't know who's Dumber: Him? For trying to Jack My Bill...?
Or Me:
For Being Stupid Enough (and Grateful Enough!) not to Call him on it at the time.

SURE!! BRAG ABOUT THE WEATHER,

2010-08-08T17:43:00.000-07:00

Because the weather is usually always AWESOME here during Monsoon Season. Unfortunately, my house has been leaking during the rains, and I've failed to Fix It All By Myself.

I needed Help. I said so,

HERE

I finally Got Some, YAYYYY!

That was this morning. This afternoon? I got some buddies!!

These are the Guys... (or at least the kind of guys) I've Been Waiting For!!

They worked Hard. It looks much better!

DAMN I'm Tired! Between working myself, bitching about Everything, and finally babysitting/appriciating these guys who DID work today, I'm Whupped.

(And waiting for the Next Big Rain, to see if this PatchJob works hehe)

Life. (It's Real, If Ya Got Pix )

2010-07-25T23:51:00.000-07:00

Yeah.
I think I have more to say, but Loud Music & Beer are telling me to just stick this batch in Facebook, haha.

Truth? Uh-uh,
This is Bloggity, not Facebookish.
Live With It: I Do.

It's Monsoon Season.
Click these pix to full screen, if you like.

I like, and I like putting them here.

Damn.

Arizona, Don't Ever Change, OK?

2010-07-20T12:43:00.000-07:00

This summer has been some very Strange weather.
Monsoon Season here officially starts around July 1st, yet last night's storm is the 1st real Rain of the season, here at 'da Farm'.

What made it oddly memorable, was the fact that the Sun shone through this entire storm!

The wind blew HARD, from the Northeast! The rain came from every direction at once,
leaving little doubt that 'da Farm' was right smack-dab in the middle of a strange & powerful storm cell.

I took a lot of pictures of it.

My horses were soggy, even on their own front porch under shelter.
My chickens were seriously soggy, but thrilled by the bugs washed out by the rain.

This all happened within 40 minutes, just Sunset time. It dropped over 2 inches of water, blew down a couple fence panels and a bunch of tomato plants
(No Biggie: I've retied tomatoes, and dug several postholes today fixing fences)

It ended up looking like this:

I really like where I live, despite the fact I've announced in no uncertain terms that I'd move if I could..
Southeast Arizona in Monsoon Season.. just rocks.

I need to get back into the habit of Blogging, since I truly enjoy reviewing what I saw/thought/wrote in some detail.
I don't see that 'detailin' in much of Facebook or Twitter tweeting, yanno?

Facebook? Cool. Blog? Say It Ain't Passe, Jefe

2010-07-18T17:26:00.000-07:00

These people are some of my Family!

Most of whom I haven't seen in 20 or 30 years. The Big Guy in the middle is my older brother John. aka JP.
He's flanked by his sons, my nephews Michael (on the left) & David, on the right.

I wouldn't have a CLUE who these 2 handsome young men were, if not for Facebook.

(And, an uncommon last name. It was once MY last name, till I married, divorced, and decided that the name Baker was much easier to live with.)

I posted this picture just because I'm stumbling upon folks that I never-ever would have found or re-connected with, had I not gotten back on the 'Net, just in time to Facebook.

For an Ole Country Broad.. this shit is awesome.

Life here at 'Da Farm' doesn't seem to change much..
But the rest of the world does!

Sometimes? I Like Being Me

2010-07-07T19:48:00.000-07:00

Like today; yeah I know that Blogging is 'passe' and that the Internet World has gone and passed me by in some ways..

But I'm happy to be here. Really Here! At the same ole Farm, with many of the same ole Critters, and much of the same ole Weather that we get here in SE Arizona.

It's pretty out here in this Almost-Monsoon Season, and sunsets still get loud and proud.

I just keep on doing what I always do, like Gardening.

And loving my life with my Critters, both new and old.

This is my Old Horse. IB. Aka Bubba. As you can see, he's busy. Eating. Still, great (horse) butts, drive me nuts.

This is my New Horse, Sliver. (As in 'Hi-ho, Sliver not Silver) He might actually be IB/Bubba's Horse, and is know affectionately as The Big Mamoo. He's a Missouri Foxtrotter, and a fine and stylish ride.
Also a great addition to the Family here.

I still have and love the Rott(on) Sisters Blanche and Holly, who grow ever so much more sedate as they're 'maturing' mostly gracefully.

There's also this new dawg, Marshall. Marshall Mathers.
AKA the Real Slim Shady.

He's a whole 'nother tale (tail?), for a whole 'nother post. He's Good.

Meanwhile, it's good to be Me. I'm still catching up on a lot I missed here in Cyberland, so bear with. (I'd rather Blog, than FaceBook so far)

I Can Hardly Believe It MyOwnSelf

2010-07-02T11:34:00.000-07:00

I never really left, (the farm at least) but just last night I got back onto the Internet after a loooong and involved effort to do so.

Just like myself, the farm has been thru a few changes. We are genteely aging together, yet the potential for renewal is always there.

New garden in the backyard.

A few new critters. I now have TWO horses, or as I like to say, my horse has a horse. One new ultracool dog, 2 new kitties, and an endless supply of new chickens and other assorted foul fowl.

I feel like a total 'Babe In The Woods' back here in Computerland.. I've forgotten half of what I knew and am dealing with a brand new operationg system, missing programs I used to use, and enuff hi-speed to totally tangle myself up with if I don't take the time to read and re-read everything.

I have so much to learn! And it's so deliciously exciting to relearn it all.. feel free to email me and fill me in on all I've missed so far!
I'm around- same ole gmail or yahoo mail.

I AM STILL HERE!!!!!

2008-09-12T09:33:00.000-07:00

And lonesome. It would be nice to hear from somebody,
ANYBODY!!!

Maggiez Farm (the real place) is still for sale, price dropping nearly daily.

I have no phone, no car, no income. (Still in a Battle Royale with the Social Insecurity Administration in an attempt to un-freeze the payments they've been witholding for the past 6 months.)

I still have my horse, my dogs, and my chickens.

I'm sorta kinda beginning to cop a bit of an Attitude, yanno?

Be charitable: Say hi, m'kay? I still check my email occasionally

ibmagz@gmail.com Yore Pal, Magz

The (un) Real Estate of Affairs

2008-05-30T09:08:00.000-07:00

OK, my property is now officially RE-LISTED HERE

For LOTS less money, and (hopefully) with a LOT more agressive agent.

STEAL THIS PLACE, I'm damn near giving it away.

Yes, I'm still here, hanging on by the skin of my teeth.
Surviving isn't some kind of battle, it's a fucking endurance contest.

You may try emailing me at ibmagz@gmail.com as I have
NO PHONE and NO MAILING ADDRESS for now, subject to change of course.
(Post Office boxes cost $ that I don't have)

For those that sit in Judgement of me? All I can say is get in shape;
The endurance contest can happen to anyone.

WOW!!! I'M RE-PINKYED!

2008-05-20T20:45:00.000-07:00

Yup, this is what happens when you totally DELETE a blog, as opposed to just erasing your previous posts.

Which I did. I saved as much as I could for my own nefarious purposes, but it was getting embarrassing to keep groveling as I was in Public.

"God Willing & the Creeks Don't Rise'.. hopefully someday you'll be able to pick up much of it at your local bookstore,

I still intend to be a Published Author someday.

Meanwhile, Back on 'Da Ranch' (farm)

The news is all pretty sucky. Seems like the news EVERYWHERE is pretty sucky,
and the world's going to Hell in a handbasket.

I'm going to remember to bless my health, my good genes, and my smarts for helping me get thru these Troubled Times.
(God Knows that no one else is helping, tho some are offering sympathy.)

My very very deepest THANK YOUS, go to those of you who've shared some genuine compassion with me recently- Thank you Jade, Brian, and Jane!

The world's a pretty weird place, and we all stumble through it as best we can.
Try not to be too afraid, for ultimately, we're all part of the same family.

This new version of my old blog will remain open for comments and of course I'll maintain my email addresses.
It may take me awhile to respond since I'm now lacking Net, phone, and SnailMail services. Until further notice it's going to be the only way to get ahold of me,
I don't do Public Libraries all that often.

The Farm will eventually Sell, and I'll pop up in a new place, sometime.
Meanwhile I just flat can't afford to stay here any longer:
It's hard on both Body & Soul.

Good thing I kept my sense of humor, eh? Life really IS..
a Day-to-Day Affair. See Ya! Magz