Whoa : One/One/One-One WHEW!

   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

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?

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..

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

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.

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!

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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 ???

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