Patia Stephens, Missoula, Montana

A Drivel Runs Through It

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Too tired to think up a clever headline
I'm back from a brief trip to San Francisco and the Bay Area, where I celebrated Thanksgiving, my birthday and my best friend Michelle's un-birthday. I'll tell you all about it later. Right now, I'm tired and I have a paper to finish for class tomorrow.

Please think good thoughts for my luggage, which is spending the night in Salt Lake City.


Tuesday, November 21, 2006

Queen For A Day

Oh, who am I kidding? I'm a queen every day. But today I dusted off my tiara and wore it around the office in observance of my upcoming birthday. "Let them eat cake," I said, and it was done.



Sunday, November 19, 2006

Big love: Who says fat chicks aren't sexy?

Warning! Probably NSFW (Not Safe For Work).


"Skinny" music video (3:18) by Lo-Rider. Naughty, silly and totally fun. ;-)




Bumpersticker du jour
I saw the funniest bumpersticker yesterday. Only problem is, I can't remember what it said.

Since I have failed you, go read Meg's post on the Sexiest Stuff Alive and Birdie's A-Z guide to the REAL TomKat wedding at the Scientology compound in New Mexico.

These women are way funnier than I am.


Saturday, November 18, 2006

All better now
How to fight crabbiness: homemade mac and cheese, red wine and three back-to-back episodes of The Sopranos season six on DVD.

Is today a beautiful day or what?


Friday, November 17, 2006

Don't rush me. And don't get in my way, either.
I am crabby today.

Traffic was horrible. (Probably because of tomorrow's Griz-Cat football game.) I'm pretty sure that the slowest drivers in the state were in front of me all day.

I had errands to run all over town -- mail eBay stuff at post office, get studded tires on at Costco, grocery shopping, blah, blah, blah.

I haven't done the math, but I think I lost money on my attempt at eBay selling. I definitely didn't earn enough to justify the time and hassle. And to my utter surprise, not one person even bid on the leopard cape. Well. Sniff. Maybe I'll just have to keep it for myself after all.

I treated myself to lunch at Applebee's. I almost always get the same thing there: Oriental chicken salad, iced tea and a walnut blondie. (OMG, they're so good!) The waiter put the ticket on the table before I was halfway through with my salad -- AND before asking if I wanted dessert. This is one of my pet peeves; I always wonder if they are secretly implying a fat girl shouldn't have dessert. (Am I paranoid?)

Then, when I told him I was going to want dessert, he brought it to me before I was done with my salad. Then I burnt my lips on the spoon.

And yes, The Cowboy is away at hunting camp for a week. A few days after he gets back, I leave for San Francisco. Sigh.


Tuesday, November 14, 2006

"Top 10 Reasons Cowgrrrl Thinks I'm OK"
After discovering my 100 Things About Me list, The Cowboy sat down and wrote his own top 10 list for me. He wants me to blog it. So, without further ado ....


Top 10 Reasons Cowgrrrl Thinks I'm OK
10. I'm cool with myself.
9. I'm cool with the girl who won't eat beans.
8. My boots hold more horseshit than hers.
7. She secretly likes one Republican.
6. I got mauled by a grizzly and don't blame the bear.
5. She looks good in my T-shirts.
4. She thinks I'm a good cook.
3. She thinks I'm somewhat shy.
2. Our lips fit well together.

The No. 1 reason why Cowgrrrl thinks I'm OK:

1. She is a goddess and I know I must please her.



Monday, November 13, 2006

Hello? Anybody there?
If you have tried to email me via my cowgrrrl.36593004@bloglines.com address in the past few days, I haven't received it. Hopefully it will be fixed sooner or later. In the meantime, you can try me at cowgrrrl.31764271@bloglines.com.

Or you could always, uh, leave a comment or something. Been a little quiet around here lately.


Please accept this e-apology

One of the last dahlias of the season, shot in early October at the People's Center in Pablo.

~

Once again, I'm horribly behind on email. Forgive me. I've become one of those people I detest. Flaky. I really need to get back in the habit of answering messages as I read them, instead of letting them pile up.


Friday, November 10, 2006

Bumpersticker du jour
Seen on a minivan with Missoula County plates:


I like Missoula, it's only 30 minutes away from Montana.



Autumn leaves



Missoula character sketch
I'm feeling super busy and more than a bit distracted lately, so blogging will probably be light this weekend.

Here's a little character sketch I handed in last week to my travel writing class; they seemed to enjoy it so I thought I'd share. The assignment was to illustrate a place through a person. It's not a complete scene, just a slice of life.


Budget Bootcamp
"I stop in the morning for a 44-ounce pop and a licorice, and that's my breakfast," says a cherubic, middle-aged woman sitting in the conference room where I am attending a budgeting basics workshop.

Broad of beam with a poodle perm and a down-to-earth, humorous demeanor, the woman typifies Missoula's working class.

The instructor responds: "OK, you do that five days a week? And you spend how much every day?"

"Two dollars and 30 cents," the woman says.

The instructor punches these numbers into her calculator. She is about to illustrate to us what she calls the "latte factor. "

"Five hundred and ninety-eight dollars a year," the instructor announces.

The cherubic woman's husband, a balding man in a maroon Montana Grizzlies windbreaker, says with mock outrage, "How much did you say that was?"

"Never mind," says the wife, playfully smacking his shoulder. With a confidential glint in her eye, she tells the room, "He buys bottled water everywhere."

Wednesday, November 08, 2006

Hanging out my eBay shingle


After years of thinking about it, I am dipping my toes in the waters of eBay selling. I found this amazing leopard-trim cape in a secondhand store yesterday and am betting I can turn a profit. (Oh, how I wish it fit me -- I'd keep it for myself in a heartbeat!)

Check out Luna Montana's Big Sky Boutique.

Montana's Senate race officially a nailbiter
How exciting is this?

Montana has become one of two states that have the potential to swing the U.S. Senate to a democratic majority. The entire country is watching us (and Virginia) to see what will happen in these very tight Senate races.

I've got my hopes on Jon Tester (vs. incumbent Sen. Conrad Burns), of course.

A few links:



Monday, November 06, 2006

Your vote matters


If I had my life to live over, I would do it all again, but this time I would be nastier.

Jeannette Rankin was born in Missoula, Montana. A devoted suffragette and pacifist, she was the first woman ever elected to U.S. Congress. She was also the only member of Congress to vote against U.S. entry into both world wars.

I want to stand by my country, but I cannot vote for war. I vote no.

If you are a woman, please honor Jeannette Rankin and all the other people who fought for our right to vote by going to the polls today. Vote for peace, vote for justice, but most of all, just vote!

Killing more people won't help matters. (1941, after Pearl Harbor)


Endless War


Tombstone and Roses

"Death lies on her, like an untimely frost upon the sweetest flower of all the field." ~ Shakespeare, "Romeo and Juliet"

Walking in the Missoula Cemetery seems to have become an annual fall tradition of mine. Not only is it beautiful and peaceful, it reminds me how transitory our time here is, how important to savor every moment.


Sunday, November 05, 2006

Holier than thou doth protest too much
It seems every time you turn around, another right-wing religious or political figure has fallen off his moralistic high horse (and is being dragged by the stirrup through the muck).

My theory: The more a person preaches against such "moral outrages" as homosexuality and prostitution, the bigger the closet case he (or she) is.


You know you've been in Montana too long ...
When you think 42 degrees is downright warm.


Friday, November 03, 2006

A real, live, genuine, actual DATE
So. Remember the guy who took his shirt off to show me his new tattoo a while back?

Last night we had our first date.

He took me to Scotty's Table, an upscale bistro. We dined on steamed mussels and clams, steak (me) and duck (him), and a bottle of wine, and used the provided colored pencils and paper tablecloths to play tic tac toe and hangman. The latter quickly devolved into "adult" hangman.

It was really, really fun.

He's not a computer type. When I confessed that I was a blogger -- had, indeed, blogged about him showing me his tattoo -- he was a little taken aback, and then flattered. Said I could upload a picture of his tattoo if I wanted.

But I think there are some things I will keep to myself. ;-)


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