Archive for December, 2009

Embrace Your Wild Side In 2010

Author: Deb Trotter

You probably don’t think of the “Wild West” as peaceful.

I’m here to tell you that it is.

You haven’t lived until one winter day, you open your door to the silent reverie of a little doe – silhouetted against a snow covered pine.

An hour later I may think the deer is gone … only to discover that she has moved to my backyard. Right outside, by the patio – delicately munching the tender grass that is hidden under nature’s purest blanket.

Part of the “Wild” out here is the freedom to BE wild.

As 2010 looms ahead, I encourage you to embrace YOUR wild side – and to follow your own ‘Wild West’ spirit. Wherever that may be.

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I awoke this morning to clouds of Cowboy Snow. Cowboy Snow – just in time for Christmas.

If you’ve ever seen Cowboy Snow, you would know that it has its own way of doing things.

It is a deliberate snow. A determined snow. A slow, “steady on its feet” snow.

Cowboy Snow doesn’t stop to rest. Has a gentle hand. Knows its territory.

In short, Cowboy Snow is a snow that you can depend on.

And it seemed to know I needed a white blanket of silent comfort for Christmas.

Silent Comfort. That’s what a Cowboy is to me.

So here I am, thinking about what it might have been like one hundred years ago, in this very same place. Here … in Cody, Wyoming.

What IF … ?

What if I were a Cowgirl, and my Cowboy (my Silent Comfort) was far away on a cattle drive – and I was home, watching over our horses and our little Rocky Mountain cabin?

On Christmas Eve I might saddle up on Silent Star – my little Appaloosa – and ride into town.

We would stop at Buffalo Bill’s Irma Hotel. The glimmer of gas lights would beckon. I would tie Silent Star to the hitching post, plant a kiss on her nose, and amble into the bar.

I’d stomp the Cowboy Snow from my boots, tip my Cowgirl Hat, and order a Sasparilla. Then I would silently sneak into the adjoining room just to take a peek at the Christmas tree.

I would imagine “Clay” there with me.

Clay is a good name for my Cowboy. It is a name that belongs to the earth – rooted in scent of pine and sagebrush. A name that is the color of poinsettias just before they bloom.

Clay is comfort – Silent Comfort.

Clay is Christmas. Clay is the snow.

Here we are – “Clay” in spirit – me in the flesh. And the tree, in its Victorian splendor … glowing from the light of those wax candles.

I realize how much I love Christmas. My Cowboy. My horse. My home. Cowboy Snow.

And my life.

I stand here in this glowing framework of my Old West fantasy and can think of only one other thing to tell you …

I wish you love, light, comfort and joy – and the pleasure of a real Cowboy Snow at some point in your life time.

I wish you Silent Comfort … a very Merry Christmas.

Here's to James at Copyblogger (for his panties!)

James Chartrand (of Copyblogger) announced yesterday that ‘he’ wears panties!

“WHAT?” you ask? Who IS James Chartrand … and what do I care about his underpants?
Furthermore, what is Copyblogger, and what does it have to do with ME?

James Chartrand is an expert at writing copy and headlines that work, as well as how to make your blog a big winner for search engines. He is highly respected and followed on every imaginable social network.

Only yesterday, his followers discovered something shocking … James is not the MAN we thought he was. James is a WOMAN.

Right now his/her confession is all over Twitter, and the talk of the internet. The discussions that have resulted from James’ disclosure are hotter than Sam Elliot’s mustache (and you know THAT’s hot!)

And Copyblogger? It’s a fabulous, informative blog that is so addictive, you’ll wonder how you ever lived without it.

If you have ANY kind of business presence on the web, read it.
If you want to increase your readership & comments, read it.
If you want to make your writing better, read it.
If you want to sell your art, your writing, or yourself, read it.

And if you enjoy witty, engaging posts by talented writers … read it, read it, read it.

Now – back to James and his (er – HER) underpants …

In yesterday’s Copyblogger post, James spilled the beans. He is a She. Someone who chose a secret identity due to gender bias and a low salary – with young children to care for by herself.

Being known as “James” has resulted in her success, both personally and professionally.

It was a BIG confession and a BIG gamble. (When you read it, you’ll see).

The post was especially pertinent to women and gender discrimination … but it also has much to say about the paths we choose and how they may affect us.

More often than not, comments to James’ post have addressed pseudonyms and perception. Are we really who we appear to be on our blogs? And if our blog is good and its information is beneficial to so many, does it really matter if that we don’t use our real name? Or that we ‘pose’ as one gender, nationality, race, or personality – in order to put food on the table?

I was so intrigued by James’ post and the comments that followed (so far there are 425 comments), that I created a fun piece of art in response.

If you haven’t read yesterday’s Copyblogger, you won’t totally ‘get it.’ But you might like to study the art for a bit and see what it says to you – even if you don’t know the whole story.

Take note of the women who appear in the artwork. Do you recognize them? If so, let me know. I’d love to hear your ‘take’ on the artwork – AND on James’ post.

I promise, if you visit Copyblogger at this link, you will be so moved by James’ post …

You’ll either be sympathetic, or you’ll be angry … and perhaps even a bit confused.

But you won’t leave Copyblogger bored. And you may even want to join in on the discussions there – or to start a dialogue on your OWN blog.

Better yet – you might become as ‘hooked’ on James Chartrand and Copyblogger as I am.

And when you leave Copyblogger, ask yourself if you appear to be who you really are – and if it matters.

It’s time to wake up and think about how we treat others, how they treat us – AND what we choose to do about it.

Rock on, James! You are one Cool Cowgirl (or CowBOY?).

And you have my respect and admiration.

Christmas Gifts For Cool Cowgirls

Author: Deb Trotter

Whether you’re a Cowgirl or a Cowgirl At Heart, you’ll love these Cool Cowgirl gifts!

My hubby is always asking what I’d like for Christmas, so I did a little research and came up with these fabulous finds.

Get on your Cyber Pony and bring a big saddle bag … you’ll need lots of room to stash the ‘loot.’

Here are just a few of my favorite Christmas gifts for Cool Cowgirls …

Vacquera Cowgirl Couture

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Cowgirl & Company

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Cowgirl Whimsy

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Heart of A Cowgirl

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Smith & Western Online

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Flying Cloud Gifts

Cowgirl Chili Christmas Dinnerware

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

GigglyGirl Designs on Etsy

Happy Christmas Trails Apron

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Sheplers Online Corral Sniptoe Boots

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A girl can never have too much jewelry – the Roy Rogers-Dale Evans apron is sure to make you cute in the kitchen … even if you don’t cook. And aren’t the apron and the ‘chili’ china a perfect match?

Best of all are those FABULOUS boots. (I need more boots like a hole in my head, but I’m hoping there will be some Cowgirl Boots under my tree anyway.)

Now … put on your Cowgirl Hat. Give your Cowboy (any lovin’ man will do) a kiss and show him this post.

 

If you’re lucky, one of these Cowgirl goodies could end up under the Christmas tree!

PLEASE NOTE: I am receiving no money or merchandise for mentioning the products and/or items above. They are simply items on my personal ‘Wish List.’

Happy Trails!

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I have moaned and groaned for years about my husband’s lack of enthusiasm for Christmas.

“WHY,” I would ask my friends, “am I driving myself crazy with all of this decorating, cooking, and entertaining, when John could care less?”

I finally discovered how to light up my husband – better yet – how to get him to decorate for Christmas.

All I had to do was ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

You see, I used to do EVERYTHING.

I’d put up a tree in at least four rooms of the house. Carefully arrange my treasured Santa collection on top of the antique cupboards. Stick greenery and lemons in wooden bowls. Prepare Christmas dinner in advance, always making sure the Ambrosia soaked in the fridge for two days to achieve the perfect flavor.

I did all of this for 24 years … until last Christmas.

Last Christmas I did very little decorating. With the exception of a few little tabletop trees and one big Santa Claus figure, our house remained extraordinarily ordinary. I declared that stress had taken over my life every holiday season, and it would never happen again. In short, I became a Scrooge.

Enter 2009 – when it became clear that Deb the Grouch would remain stoically committed to her cause – John’s tender heart burst from his chest. And my guy LIT UP like a Christmas tree. You might even say that he became our ‘home decorator.’

The transformation occurred one day when he asked, “Are we going to put up a tree this year?”

“Oh, I don’t know honey. Maybe if I have time.”

And next thing I knew, it happened. John became Bob Cratchit.

He went to the garage (of his own volition) and brought the trees (plural!) down from the attic. He rearranged the lights and plugged them in. He stood back and waited. Nothing. Nada. No twinkle-ero. (All this, while I pretended not to notice)

“Why won’t the lights work? Did I do something wrong? Is there a special trick to this?”

“You just have to wiggle them around and play with ‘em.” (I admit I said this smugly)

“Really?”

“Really.” (HA! Could it be that he realizes it isn’t as simple as it looks?)

After fiddling with the lights for an hour and a half, he says, “If one of the tiny little bulbs is broken, would the whole string go out?”

“Yep.”

“Oh.”

Thirty minutes later, he returned from Wally World with a small bag. Voila! Extra mini light bulbs. He replaced the broken one, and the tree magically lights up.

So I say, “Oh, honey! You fixed it! That looks GREAT!”

He grins. Those beautiful white teeth – practically GLOWING.

“Thank you SO MUCH!”

“No problem … Don’t you think the house is so much more festive at Christmas when we decorate?”

From now on I will not be the least bit persnickety about Christmas … because … I am doing absolutely nothing ever again – except tell my man how wonderful he is with those Christmas lights.

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Persnickety

  1. definition: fussy about small details; requiring painstaking care; snobbish – or having the aloof attitude of a snob
  2. synonyms: opinionated; irritable; ornery; fussy

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  1. definition: the best day of the week!

“Waitin’ Fer Merlot” © 2009  Deb Trotter ~ Cowboy’s Sweetheart

Today in the Wild West it’s -19 °  …

-19 ° at 1:00 in the afternoon.

Simply absurd.

Contemplating what it might be like for a Cowgirl out there on the plains in this kind of weather, I opened up photoshop and began to play. Then ‘Jesse’ ambled out of my vintage cowgirl photo collection.

Jesse has always seemed frozen in time to me. There is something about her gaze, her stance – that says to me, “I’ll wait.”

“I’ll wait.” A Simple Sentence. Hemingway Simple. Or better yet, Beckett Simple.

By Beckett Simple I am referring to the play, “Waiting For Godot,” by Samuel Beckett. The plot: two characters, Vladimir and Estragon, are waiting for someone named Godot (GOD’ oh) to come. They admit they don’t even know him. But his arrival is greatly anticipated. Distinctly important. They wait for him for two days. He never shows up.

We never know why Godot was supposed to come or why he never came. The strange humor, despair,  intrigue … and absurdity that result from Vladimir and Estragon’s interactions during these two days are what make “Waiting For Godot” a true classic.

Beckett himself says not to over think the play … not to over analyze it. Let it be what it is – the perfect icon for “Theatre of The Absurd.”

It would be silly to over analyze “Waitin’ Fer Merlot,” too. But you already know that, the minute you see the picture – this is no gallery presentation. It is merely a take on my life in cold, wild Wyoming.

What you see are Cowgirl Jesse and the Highland Bull, somewhere ‘out West.’  They are cold … alone … silent … waiting.

There is something out there in the distance – what it is, and why it’s there, we don’t know.

Are they waiting for someone or something named “Merlot” (in place of Godot)? Or are they actually anticipating the real thing, as in a nice warm wine made from the actual Merlot grape?

The whole concept is so simple – so silly – that it seems absurd. I like absurdity in art.

The absurdity that Jesse has no coat … that she is wearing red lipstick no one will see.

The absurdity of two glasses of red wine, balancing on the bull’s horns – strangely visible against a snowy, frigid night.

The absurdity that – even though you know it’s FREEZING COLD (-26 tonight, I hear) for Cowgirl Jesse and Mr. Highland Bull – it might be intriguing to join them. Maybe they’ll offer you a glass of wine – if indeed, there really IS wine available.

The theatre major and the artist in me choose not to over analyze my digital creation -  or this post.

It could all be as Simple and as Absurd as this …  It’s freezing cold, and I want to get plastered.

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