The only time I was extremely ill was when I was 14, less than a month from 15, it was in August. It started with a sore throat, my mom had me gargle salt water. Ranch doctoring. It just got worse until my throat was a solid mass of tonsils. I couldn’t swallow. I was wasting away to nothing before mom reluctantly took me to the doctor. You guessed it a serious case of Mononucleosis. Back then they called it kissing disease, did l ever get teased. I guarantee that’s not how I contracted it. After I was diagnosed with MS at 30 I always thought the Mono might have something to do with the MS. Well here it’s 34 years later and I read an article about a connection. I’m in a wheelchair now, I exercise and try and keep some muscles usable for just this break through. Maybe I’ll see some advanced meds, maybe I can get on a horse again.

The sisters took me to Costco for my influenza vaccination on Thursday. They decided since I was there I should get my Covid-19 booster. Normally the booster is a half dose, the tech thought with having MS a full dose was in order. I was horribly sick for three days. I seriously wanted to die. The first 2 doses made me a little sick but nothing like the latest. No more boosters, I don’t care what the “Expert” bureaucrats push on me.

My StarLink equipment was delivered today. I’m pretty excited about it. I just need someone to set it up for me. Stay tuned for the review, soon I hope. The wind was blowing here all day maybe it’s bringing winter which is late but desperately needed.

Company driving from Folsom, CA. is due in a couple hours, not from the prison either, best make sure his room is ready, he might run into sketchy roads.

I hooked up my Starlink satellite today. I’m getting lightning fast internet. Love it and it was so easy to setup. I’ll take a picture when I get it repositioned on the eaves. It’s going to save me money and frustration caused by my unbearably slow land line.

I better get ready for dinner company. I’ve got to quit eating the deviled eggs or there won’t be any at dinner. Don’t forget to be a hero. Cowpatty will catch you later.

Took a nap earlier, now I’m going to read. Actually re-read a book I read in the fall of 1980, The Clan of the Cave Bear. I had just moved to Wilmar, Minnesota from Shelby, Montana. Knowing absolutely no one in the land of many lakes I resorted to reading to bide the time, Cave Bear was hot off the press at the time. I don’t remember much about it, after reading about 20 pages it is starting to come back. Not only from the book, also memories from my short time in Minnesota. I must document that time in my life. Just not today.

A beautiful day here, 55 degrees. Many years the ski area opened on Thanksgiving, many were nice like today. We’d have our last horse back ride of the year, then pull their shoes.

Best scare something up for dinner. Who’s hero were you today?

Moldy cheese, stale bread and old eggs; a recipe for a miserable digestive day. Not much I can do about it. Did I mention the old eggs being under cooked.

Another boring day on the couch in store for me. We don’t have snow yet even though it’s tried a couple of times.

I was wrong, the eggs are over done. It’s always either under or over. The cook has a little timing problem too. How about starting the toaster when you put the eggs on the stove. Cold eggs on stale cold toast.

Gastric issues ramping up already, my loud stomach growling tells all. I’m about to tip over asleep. Nap o’clock. Catch you later, go be someone’s hero.

The Crippled Cowgirl

Wasn’t it spring just yesterday! This is what greeted our valley this morning. I shouldn’t complain; for many years the first snow came on the first Tuesday of November, the day I had the annual meeting of our Water Users Association. I couldn’t leave for my place in California until the election of board members was completed and the price of water to the shareholders was set for the upcoming irrigation season.

With that done, I could head South way before dawn on the following morning. I was always pre loaded, only needing to put the two puppies and the laptop on board. 1107 miles or 18 hours later the dogs and I would be in Yucca Valley; very happy to be out of the vehicle. About the end of April it was time to come home to Montana. Sure miss those days. Hey, go be someone’s hero. Catch ya later. Crippled Cowgirl

Mountain lions like goat. Apparently two California transplants to Montana woke up to 4 deceased goats a couple days ago. Including the goat that lived in the house; except at night, it slept outside where goats are supposed to sleep, and live.

Being pretty sure they were shot, the city police were brought in. Sounds like they agreed, yes siree they were shot. Well some level headed person called the Fish & Game to come investigate, sure enough it was a mountain lion predation. Same folks had the same thing happen in 1988. Should have gone home then because the lions were here first and they aren’t leaving.

That’s the latest from Brown’s Gulch somewhere in Montana. Go be someone’s hero. Until next time. Crippled Cowgirl 👩‍🦽

Have you ever gotten into the truck of a horsey girl. Here’s how it goes, “Wait I’ve got to move some stuff before you get in”, everything on the front seat gets heaped into the back seat. Since there’s so much tack, buckets, saddle blankets, coats, boots and god knows what’s already in the back seat, not to mention the “Best cow dog ever”. Point being everything tossed in the back winds up on the floor. Except for “Best cow dog” who has jumped into the front seat. My seat.

Unfortunately I didn’t get a picture of the interior of the truck, when I do I will update this post. It’s almost time for fall roundup then I will have a lot of subject material. Depending on weather; usually the Horsey Girls have something more pressing come up if it’s too cold, rainy or snowing.

Go be someone’s hero. Until next time. Crippled Cow Girl

Yesterday I became 64, I was given the most awesome gift from my neighbor.

I get it, not many people can appreciate this Corning Wear pot. American made, unlike the inferior quality of the more recent made in China version.

I use my Corning Wear as often as possible. I have an incredible oven and there’s nothing better than a from scratch pot roast with spuds and carrots roasted for a couple hours in yes a good old oven. Or stew, or or or. Did I mention my favorite cook book. Yep a good old Betty Crocker.

Time to start dinner. Go be someone’s hero. Till next time.

Crippled Cowgirl 🤠

What do I do when I’m really bored, make a pot of beans of course. I’ve read 3 books in the past 5 days and I needed a break. I put a couple cups of Pinto beans in water to soak, and were they thirsty, I went outside to get some vitamin D came back an hour later and had to add more water.

I actually have fresh onions meaning no sprouts, and garlic. It was harder to peel the garlic with my shaking hands than chop the garlic and onion. I am not real patient, I rinsed the beans and threw onions and garlic plus fresh water a dash or two of sea salt into a crock pot. Then back to the couch and started another book.

I sort of forgot about the beans until I was in bed, damn. I went to the kitchen and turned the crock pot off, they had been cooking for eight hours. They were perfect, probably the best batch I’ve ever made. I left them alone, no stirring therefore no smashed beans.

I’m looking forward to lunch to have a bean and cheese burrito with salsa. I’ll let you know how delicious it was. Catch ya later

Perfect day for a cattle drive, all cow people were ready to go at 6 a.m., not bad considering 14 riders, 5 or 6 motorized alternative horses and the trail boss in the truck riding; uh, driving point.

This was the third year these cattle have been trailed to this summer pasture it gets easier every year, and the biggest bonus was no bulls allowed. They are being trailered up.

I of course can’t ride, or should I say get on a horse, therefore my participation involves Darth my four wheeler and I.

I’m thinking this was probably my 59th annual, I was 6 the first time I got to ride on my first horse Flicka. Hope to have a few more. Now let’s all go be someone’s hero. Until next time