I Should Make A Dump Run.

Three strangers strike up a conversation in the airport lounge in Bozeman , Montana , awaiting their flights. One is an American Indian, passing thru from Lame Deer. Another is a cowboy on his way to Billings for a livestock show. And the third is a fundamentalist Arab student from the Middle East, newly arrived at Montana State University .

Their discussion drifts to their diverse cultures. Soon, the two Westerners learn that the Arab is a devout, radical Muslim and the conversation falls into an uneasy lull. The cowboy leans back in his chair, crosses his boots on a magazine table and tips his big sweat-stained hat forward over his face.

The wind outside is blowing tumbleweeds around and the old windsock is flapping, but still no plane comes. Finally, the American Indian clears his throat and softly speaks. “At one time here, my people were many, but sadly, now we are few.”

The Muslim student raises an eyebrow and leans forward, “Once my people were few,” he sneers, “and now we are many. Why do you suppose that is?”

The Montana cowboy shifts his toothpick to one side of his mouth, and from the darkness beneath his Stetson says in a drawl, “That’s ’cause we ain’t played Cowboys and Muslims yet, but I do believe it’s a-comin'”.

No Rest At All Last Night!

Woke up at 0245 with a headache so bad I had to freeze my brain. Man, that hurt. I don’t know what I did differently yesterday evening to bring on a real pounder; I usually watch for and avoid “triggers” that I know will cause a headache. Hell, it could be my reaction to rain moving back in. (As I really do think my head is sensitive to barometric changes.) So I didn’t get up at my usual time and missed my morning smooch from my schweetie.

vlcsnap-00008The only things I can figure that I did, that I don’t usually do, was use my laptop (screen refresh rate?) and consume a “sour patch” gummy bear (which is like pouring straight UN-sweetened kool-aid into your mouth). I can give up the gummy bears.

salma_hayek_gifSo, may day was pretty much shot because of the post-headache “Who Gives A Shit” attitude I get after a really bad one. It’s actually not that I don’t give a shit, I’m unable to work up enough  caring to give a shit. You’ve heard of “The Blah’s?” Yep.

oneDid manage to get my usual chores done. Burned a bit of the trash. Made rice krispie treats for SWMBO. Unhooked my antenna’s when the downpour started. Reattached them when it stopped.