this morning (SUCH A LONG TIME AGO) i wrote extensively about kevin’s cowboy shooting. but he pointed out that it’s NOT JUST MEN, there are women cowboys too.
cowgilrs? is that the appropriate terminology? there was one woman shooting in kevin’s posse on sunday; she and her husband were both cowshooters.
there was also a second posse, and on that team there were probably at least three women shooting. i didn’t see them because they were far away from us. or at least away. far enough to not want to walk all the way over the and watch.
the one shooting woman on kevin’s posse was quite good. at the shooting.
actually, there was one other woman there, she’s jerry iams’ cousin, i think. this was her first shoot; she wasn’t a regular shooter. she seemed quite comfortable with the guns, though. sbut he didn’t have the outfit. everybody else had the oufits. some of the women shooters wore long dresses and hats, but the one seasoned female in kevin’s posse wore pants. one of the guys. that seemed more suitable to me than the dresses. isn’t there some western about women cowboys?
every time i type “kevin’s posse” it seems funny to me.
yesterday when i wasn’t in such a good mood? i bought a new halloween t-shirt. even though i already have at least five of them. this one, though, this one is really cool. i’m wearing it right now. i got it at walmart when i was buying some essentials like creamer and an eggplant.
the shirt is black with long sleeves, and the sleeves are black and white striped and remind me of “the nightmare before christmas.”
the front of the shirt reads FORK OVER THE CANDY AND NOBODY GETS HURT. there’s a kind of crazy-looking demented grinning bunny poking its head out of a pumpkin. and the pumpkin LIGHTS UP WHEN I MOVE. sometimes even when i don’t.
one reason i like the t-shirt is because i’ve always coveted those tennis shoes that little kids have, the ones that light up when they walk. i don’t know why they don’t make them for adults.
but now i have the shirt.
things seem very good right now.
ok then,
wednesday night grace.
p.s. UPDATE whoops…
mollie was just now being kind of a bad dog. tonight she’s been a little bit wired; she got a treat, she got her orange ball that treats fall out of when she pushes it around, and she got to lick the pizza pan.
when i went over to amy’s she went with me and ate all the cat food left on amy’s porch for the outside cat.
kevin gave her another treat before going to bed.
while i ws sitting here typing i suddenly realized that there was a loud crinkling noise going on over at the pantry. i walked over and there was mollie lying down in front of the pantry, happily tearing into a bag of doggie treats. i don’t know how they ended up on the floor, but i’m assuming she climbed up there and got them.
so now she’s lying in her bed, because if she can’t eat tonight, why else should she be conscious?
ok that’s really all for tonight.