Wednesday, May 7, 2008

The Way South

Here are the lyrics to a cowboy song I wrote:

I was wranglin’ cattle wide along the prairie
When haunted wind stirred up a ghostly grey
And as quick a lighting’ spark
The earth descended into darkness
And chased away the shadow of the day.

It came at me from high upon the mountain
Chargin’ down through dust and rock and mud
It had feet just like a goat, but no goat,
It had a furry overcoat
And a tongue jet black from drinkin’ so much blood.

Whoa….

Ghost Llama
He haunts the plains from Peru to Al Hombra
He sends grown men cryin’ and runnin’ home to momma.
With eyes of wooly steel,
his ghostliness is real
He’ll make a tasty meal of your soul
Oh whoa,

Ghost Llama,

There are two more verses, but I’ll just stick to the one for now.

And here are my links:
First: How to deal with stress. A great website for stress supplementation
Second: Orac value. All about vitamins
Third: Abs on a High Fat Diet. A fitness post from Mark’s Daily Apple.

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Saturday, December 8, 2007

Christmas Time is the Loneliest Time

I am a blessed man as I have family and friends to be with in the cold winter months. I still eat a Christmas ham with my mother and my brothers and my loving wife and children. But I’d like to take my hat off to the cowboys of yester year who had no family to return to on Christmas.

True Cowboy’s were often lost men. Time’s were hard after the Civil War. The nation was still broken apart. People were still angry. Not everything mends with a few new laws. The wild west was the last stop for people with nothing left.

Ranching and gold mining offered wealth to the horsemen and former soldiers, but it couldn’t offer a new family. These men were tough. But everyone feels the pull of loneliness in a time set aside for family, Christmas Time. It is no wonder that more cowboy deaths were reported in the month of December than any other month between 1860-1895. These weren’t straight cases of suicide, more often they were barroom brawls, or raids against indians, or simple starvation, but something of the lonely nature creeping into the back of a cowboy’s mind can lead him to the most dangerous situations. Danger, like death, is an escape from something. That’s why men of the west seek it. That’s why so many seek it today.

Alright, enough with my cowboy philosophy, let’s get to the link roundup. Orac value, the vitamin shoppe, and omega 3 vitamins are my three health links for the week. I hope you enjoy, and merry Christmas to whoever you are, whether the grandmother of twenty grandchildren, or the man all alone at a no end motel.

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