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

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Or come back to you, my good ole outdated Blog Network pals, and ask you to spread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

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.

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!

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??

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

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.

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.