The deed is done...

but now I am questioning my decision.

Favorite Cousin Denny Allen will be posting on my blog while I am away with my medical issue.....AND just to tell "P.D. stories". I don't know if I like that idea or not.

He has a tendency to be a little dramatic, theatrical and "colorful" when telling his stories...oh wait, THAT'S ME !!

But really, don't believe a word he says until I authenticate it !!

My best friend Barb and Duncan

DARLING picture, is it not??

Just an update to tell everyone that I am going in for surgery on March 11th. They are leaning towards doing a new procedure that is much less invasive that an hysterectomy.

Both my fish are still alive (Henry Herbert and Millard Clinton)...but they gave me a scare this weekend. Henry wasn't moving for a while, but he must have been sleeping. AND Millard tried to jump out of his dish when I changed his water.

TOTAL winter here today. When I left for work it was about 32 degrees (above) and about an hour later....it was 11 below w/wind chill. IT IS -59 BELOW IN CUT BANK WITH THE WIND CHILL (or at least that is what the radio station says).

I hope my second favorite boy cousin (dang Tommy..you didn't cut my meat !!) and my favorite auntie and uncle are warm. That Hi Line....brrrrrr !

Love you a bushel and a peck and a hug around the neck !

I may be gone for a little bit....

I have my "consultation" with my doctor tomorrow. So, if you don't see me for a week or two...know that I am laying on my couch with my two darling kitties.

Speaking of two darling creatures in my home, I GOT TWO MORE !! Pictures to be published soon, but just didn't get them downloaded in time.

They are vividly colored, wallow in their own poop, and have absolutely no personality...so glad I spent that $7.00 ! They are beta fish and I named them Henry Herbert and Millard Clinton. (Those are my grandpappy's names, you know ?)

Actually, when I fed them this morning (4:00 am, have you) I kinda got the chuckles. I noticed that Millard Clinton was just chilling in his cool little bowl. Henry Herbert was CRAZY ! Swimming around like a wild man...with poop hanging off his underside. I thought, who apropos....remember how Henry Herbert (the man) used to like to "rid himself of waste" at 4:00 am...out his BEDROOM door. Hilarious....and then he would do that big....."Ahhh, nothing like peeing on your own land...nothing like it !" Geez, he was funny.

Millard Clinton was pretty darned funny too. I remember when I was just a little girl, probably age five or so. MC and Nonie came down to Jackson to visit us. We still lived on Green Lane, so it was prior to 1970. Anywho...we were walking around outside and we found a pile of elk droppings. Polly, Kelly, or I asked him what they were and he said "Nature's Hershey's Kisses"...and I damn near ate one.

Then, several years later they (MC and Nonie) again came down to Jackson for a visit during the Easter holiday. This was the same year as the foil-covered, miniature chocolate easter egg debacle. THAT is a whole blog in and of itself...hilarious !!! Anyway, our step mother (Joanie) was a fantastic cook, but she a little on the "gourmet" side for kids that were used to mac and cheese and hot dogs. When I say "gourmet"....I mean she used MOLDY cheese......whaaaa?

Anywho...one day, M.C. wanted soup for lunch. Joanie was going to make some braised beef with lentils and orange rind (I just made that up !!) but we talked her out of it. There was not a can of Bean & Bacon or Tomato to be found...all she had was Cream of Mushroom to enhance some of these whacky dishes she made. (I bet I would love them now). Anyway, Grandpa makes us the soup and dishes it up. We all (the girls) look at it like it is arsenic and ask M.C. "what is that?" and he puts a little piece of mushroom under his gigantic Poindexter nose and says "Cream of Booger Soup"....I thought he was the funniest man in America. Nonie was NONE too pleased !!

I will have Polly create a post if I have to have surgery. Love you all.

Greetings Friends and Family !!

Isnt' this a cool picture? Poindexter girls in order of age (which is 18 - 46) at the time of this photo. Somebody's had a birthday since this photo...somebody in a blue shirt...with brown eyes.

Sorry, I have been away. I have been having some "girl" problems, but I think we have a plan to remedy it.........and no, I am not getting a sex change operation. However, I did go to Halloween as a man one time and HELLO...I was wicked hot !! I would have "done" myself.

It was nice to get a comment from my cousin Karen Hammond. She remembered Grandma Dorothy's watered down coke and the long cigarette ashes. I remember we would ask Granny (oh, she hated that) if we could "flick" the ashes for her...we were entranced !

Speaking of Karen Hammond...I thought she was pretty damn close to Nadia Comaneci. She had this poster of either Cathy Rigby or Olga Korbet in her room...I stared at it for hours. It was in the house in Great Falls...I bet I could still drive to that house. Oh, and that little dog Potzy !! I remember that little stinker...he always had "eye boogers". That dog must have lived for 20 years...he was still alive when Dan and Karen got married (I think !?)

I remember vividly watching the 1976 Montreal Summer Olympics while at the ranch. (The year Nadia got the 10...on her bars routine...see, I didn't smoke TOO much dope !) I laid on the back...the BACK...of that atrocious orange naugahyde couch. Mmmm...wonder how many nauga's had to be slaughtered and skinned in order to make that lovely piece of home decor?

Anyhooo...I fit my tiny, little, skinny body on that BACK of that couch for hours....eating those "homemade" popsicles. Homemade popsicles made out of "cold drink"...shit, she wouldn't give me a sip of "cold drink" when I was dying of heat exposure BUT I could have all I wanted in the nice cool house.

Denny would lie on the couch ( he always smelled like soap) and I would squish myself up on the back there......and torment him beyond belief. He actually handled me pretty well, as irritating as I probably was. His dad, however, was a whole different story. JUST KIDDING BURKE, but you did sometimes give me that look....you know the one.

You know what else I just thought of? Adolph Freier....and his hairy arms. What the hell is wrong with me?

Your regularly scheduled blog....

has been preempted by the author's testy uterus.

Be back in a day or so !

AUCTION FEVER !!!

Polly and I went to Bill Allen's auction last night and I must admit, WE HAD A BLAST !!
Polly spent too much money, but she bought me presents....so we will overlook that fact.

I forgot how much damn fun auctions are. This is one quite small (not like the all day affairs that I remember from my youth) and went very fast. I was the "cashier" but did not know ONE thing about the software I was using. So, I just bullshat my way through it. It was predominately a bunch of old farmers and little old ladies, so my gift of gab came in handy while waiting for their receipt to print. Uncle Bill said that I "wowed them". Believe you me, it's not hard to "wow" an 82 year old man who looks like Herb Bitz. You just start talking about the weather and they are hooked !!

I remember traveling many a mile with Grandma Dorothy and Grace Booth to auctions...in that green Buick station wagon. Grandma would pack a lunch and a big thermos of "cold drink" (also known as KOOL-AID in other markets), pick up Grace in Box Elder and then we would drive to GOD knows where (Chinook, Harlem, Loma, Chester, and Conrad...Conrad was an auction Mecca).

By the time we got there, I was SO cranky and hot....and thirsty. (Remember, there was an entire jug of "cold drink" in the back of the station wagon). I would ask nicely "Grandma, may I please have a glass of cold-drink?" and she would invariably say "No, that is for when we eat lunch and when the heat really gets bad" ! HELLO...GRANDMA...you are a registered nurse. Can you not see I am showing five of the six symptoms of heat stroke????

Then, this was her next move.....never failed. She would say "Here, have a drink of my cola". This is the same CHEAP (Cragmont, I think) cola she would buy...fill her green plastic tumbler up with ice and pour the cola over it. Then she would put it in that little drink and coin caddy she had on the front floor board. That drink would stay there ALL day..melted ice....uuughhh..tasted like total crap !! Either that or she would open that silver candy dish and say..."Here sister, suck on a hard candy. That will make your thirst go away !"

NO GRANDMA...a real pop or kool-aid or water will make my thirst go away. Not a freaking butterscotch hard candy!! Remember those other candies she had....those soft peanut ones with the little dab of peanut butter in them. They were wrapped in wax paper. Do you remember those?? In the 105 degree heat, they would melt and stick together and she would have a big candy blob !

Okay, back to the auction. SO...I would sit there all day in the blazing heat (I hate being hot - even when I was a kid) on a itchy hay bale watching these crazy people holding up little numbers on sticks. NO WONDER I am screwed up !! Grace always got salt and pepper shakers (I sure wish I had a set of her shakers) and Grandma always got something fun.

I remember the day she brought the bell back to the ranch. H.H. was not happy !! I think Denny and Tommy got corralled into setting it up by the big red rock. Grandma knew what she was doing...as after that, it worked for a dinner / emergency bell every day ! I think even the little barn kitties knew the sound of that bell....they would be like "SCORE, GOOD GRUB ON IT'S WAY" !!

What I could never figure out (and still can't) is how Grandma could open that back door fifteen times a day (hanging up laundry, etc) and the barn cats would never come up to the porch. BUT, the minute she walked out there with that frying pan filled with all the grease and trimmings and leftovers from dinner......those cats would come scrambling up that little path.

Holy Moly...I have rambled today.

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder with Adult ADD

Yep, that is me....And after reading the latest entry in my blog, it is quite apparent ! Holy...focus P.D. FOCUS !

One of my real good pals, Lisa Polkow, used to call me Charlie Babbit of "Rainman" fame. I have been told that I repeat things over and over and over (ha) and I KNOW that I have a few little "tics" or "rituals" that probably drive people crazy.

Poko knew that I had different "dosages" of my medicine depending on the severity of my symptoms. When I really got out of control she would nicely say (in her loudest voice) "It's time to take the big blue pill P.D." Whatever !

I am glad the medical field has put a name to these "disorders". In 1970 I would have just been considered "special"....or maybe residing in Warm Springs eating banana pudding with a bib on.

Thanks to all for loving me...even though I am little bit whacky.

How about them Bobcats??

Finally...you see, if you get enough of your players out of jail and sobered up...you have a pretty good team !!

I requested that my mother and her man Dick plan a trip to New Orleans next year about this time....as it seems they end up in "playoff" cities quite often. They were in Carolina a few years ago (with their Seahawks t-shirts on) and they are in San Diego this year. I told them to get their little tiny hineys to New Orleans, since my Saints need ALL the help they can muster.

You ask why I am a Saints fan....(or maybe you don't - but you are getting the damn story anyways.)

When I moved to Jackson with Dad (1981 !!!) we watched very little TV, but what we did watch was sports. We watched Thursday night fights faithfully (and I still love to watch boxing). We watched football too (I think Dad was a Packer fan??) and I LOVED Earl Campbell. Of course, I watched every Houston Oiler game I could. Therego, I thought Bum Phillips was the man !!

So, when Bum moved to New Orleans...my fanhood followed. Why I still like them...because I have some cool Saints hats and one sweatshirt. I like the Fleur de lie....way better than an OIL RIG for a logo.

I remember the day John Lennon died. I think we were watching basketball...I was pissed.

I have to go now....MY UNCLE BILL just walked in.

Okay Cousin Aubrey...it's on !!

Look at my cool new "light up" Bobcats hat I got last night. I know, it looks like sequins in this picture, but it is really that fiber optics stuff. It is a cool freaking hat, thank you very much.

Polly and I got a little surprise the other day. Bill (Ethan) Allen called me out of the blue..he sounds fantastic. He has an auction here in Billings and is the auctioneer. He also just got certified as an appraiser. He looks really good. He asked me for Polly's address and popped into say hi to her. Of course, she wasn't expecting him but she assured me HE certainly looks like an Allen !!

It is 50 degrees today. What the heck? I am starting to believe all these Greenpeace / TreeHugging / Save the Squirrels / Don't Use Deodorant / Birkenstock wearing "activists".

JANUARY 4, 2007 and it is 50 degrees.

You know what January meant to me when I was a kid?....Blue lips....nuff said.

If you don't understand that, read the archives of this blog. Damn blue lips would give me away.

Have a good weekend everyone. Love to you all.

Toot Toot Toot...Happy New Year.

I made it to midnight (Eastern Standard Time midnight, but who is counting !)

I would have gone to sleep at my normal hour, but I really wanted to see Robbie Maddison attempt the world record motorcycle jump and I was ELATED when he made it...without crashing ! I help my breath the whole time he was in the air (which seemed like an hour) but then his landing was perfecto ! 322 feet....and that is a long assed way on a motorcycle!

Now it is unwind time...I get so stressed out around the holidays. I don't know why, as I really don't have much to worry about.

I hope all is well...and I will get on here and REALLY write in a day or two.