Gettin' Real

This blog will include my thoughts on what matters in life, at least from my ever humble perspective. "See matters in life as they really are, not what the powers-that-be tell you they are."

Friday, May 30, 2008

We are not alone

This song I wrote transpired out of several recent life events--the most sobering being the loss of my mother and also helping a woman in town who has breast cancer (that has spread to her brain and spinal chord). There are so many things in life that cannot be understood. I guess this is where "the art of surrender" comes into play. One thing I have learned is that we're all in this thing called "life" together.

Well I don’t understand (G,C)
Why a mother has to die
Leave her children behind
One is seven, one is nine

And I don’t understand
Why the wicked seem to prosper
Cheatin’ the souls of man
All to make the mighty dollar

Oh I’m just a girl (E minor, G)
Oh I’m just a girl
And I wish I had the answers (D)
But I don’t (C)
But I do know we are not alone (D, C, G)
Yes I know we are not alone

Just take a look around
Lots of hurt can be found
From the cripple to the poor man
To the woman who’s addicted

And that child who has cancer
For that there’s just no answer
A sweet teen takes her life
She lost all hope—her will to fight

Oh I’m just a girl (E minor, G)
Oh I’m just a girl
And I wish I had the answers (D)
But I don’t (C)
But I do know we are not alone (D, C, G)
Yes I know we are not alone

You ain’t the only one with questions
You ain’t the only one with hurt
You ain’t the only one who just gets by
In this messed up beauty we call life

So sister take my hand
You don’t have to understand
If you could just stand by my side
Help me make it through the night

And baby, I am here to listen
To stay the course, to hold the line
Believe me when I tell you
I’ll wait if you should fall behind

Oh I’m just a girl (E minor, G)
Oh I’m just a girl
And I wish I had the answers (D)
But I don’t (C)
But I do know we are not alone (D, C, G)
Yes I know we are not alone

Thursday, May 29, 2008

My walk friend


I just had to post this beautiful picture of my beautiful friend, Rebekkah and her baby, Ruby. "R" is my Tuesday night walk friend from Denver I mentioned long ago in my blog. Love it. Love the pic, R. Your hubby rocks at photography.

Tuesday, May 27, 2008

Daw Gone Lucky Son of a Biscuit


I work with primarily democrats, which is fine. I like them. They are great Americans and even better, they always bake things and bring them to the office--out of civic duty I think. Hey, I have no problem accepting some low-calorie coffee cake as a handout. Actually, can I go ahead and use some of your cream to add to my coffee too? Oh, you are so sweet. Thank you.

But I must say, listening to former President Clinton's speech during his visit to Miles City Saturday, as well as constantly having to smile and shrug my shoulders to the persistent Republican bashing within the office, I have to vent every now and again.

I admit, I have so much to learn in life. It really IS true: the older you get, the less you know. I have a lot to learn about economics. I have a lot to learn still about political process. And so on. But from what little I do know, I have formed an educated opinon on the topic of Clinton and luck--at least I think.

I try so darn hard not to be a bigot--not to be ignorant. I am NOT so Republican that I can never see the other side. I HAVE voted for a democrat or two in my lifetime. MT Governor Schweitzer, a democrat, is a man I feel has done some good for this state. In fact, one thing I could really relate to in a recent speech he gave to the Dawson County High School graduating class was his stating, "It's far better to be lucky in life than good."

I agree. I also believe we create some of our own luck too, but that is beside the point for right now. Let's just talk luck in general. Let's elaborate on the relationship that luck had with our good friend Bill Clinton.

Democracy is a long, slow process and I believe Clinton was one darn lucky fella when it came to his reign as President because it took time for some of the previous actions taken by former Presidents Reagan and Bush, Sr. to play out. In other words, I think Clinton was a beneficiary. A beneficiary of President Reagan who cut taxes to curb inflation (I know, he also increased the national debt) among other things and the pragmatic President Bush, Sr. who committed political suicide by raising taxes when he said he wouldn't in order to curb the deficit among other things(but he did the right thing at the time).

I have heard several comments within the office, through interviews and from Clinton himself about how our country needs a leader that will take us straight back to the well-oiled and prosperous machine of America that Clinton had running during his time as President. Yes, we do, but let's face it, because democracy is slow, even if an overpromising Democrat is elected, changes we can see are going to take time (good or bad).

I am not saying that Clinton was/is not a smart man and didn't do some fantastic things, because he was/is smart and did some great things. But, I also think Clinton got lucky--right place, right time, great Presidents before him. AND Clinton had Greenspan on board (maybe that's luck too for more reasons than one?).

So all of this to say what? Well, the next time I hear anybody talk about what a great (not to mention lust-worthy) President Clinton was because during his time as President, America had a budget surplus, unemployment was low, inflation was low, etc (which is true) I'm just going to set down my fork, push aside my low-calorie coffe cake, fold my hands and say, "Well kid, that man is one daw gone lucky son of a biscuit, now ain't he? Hey, can I have some more of your cream? Thanks, princess."

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Our new baby...


Kadyn Grace was born May 18 at 5:30 in the am :) She is a doll, naturally.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

XIT History

So this is the article I wrote to go along with the other story on the history of the XIT ranch. I found it pretty interesting, really.

In 1879, the Sixteenth Texas Legislature appropriated 3,000,000 acres of land in the Panhandle of Texas to finance a state capitol, which remains the largest state capitol on the North American Continent according to information from wikipedia.com. It was the Seventeenth Texas Legislature, though, that bargained with the Farwell brothers (Charles B. and John V.) of Chicago in 1981 to build the red granite $3,000,000 Texas State Capitol and accept the 3,000,000 acres of land in payment.
This land eventually became the XIT ranch, the largest known range in the world under barbed wire fence with roots from Texas all the way to Terry, Mont.

The famous XIT brand imprinted on the backside of the ranch’s cattle derived from the low-cost, practical use of a single-bar brand being able to make an “X,” an “I” and a “T” with a single heat iron. In other words, no custom-ordered shape was required for branding and the design could not be changed easily by rustlers.

Operating from 1885-1912, the XIT ranch was comprised of three million acres sprawled from the old Yellow House headquarters, near what is now Lubbock, Texas, northward to the Oklahoma Panhandle. The top executives in the Chicago office expertly ran the business end of the ranch and left the handling of the men and the stock up to the bosses on the ranch who were experienced ranch hands.

A great place to work, these ranch hands/cowboys who worked the XIT were paid $25 to $30 a month. The job, as some of the cowboys said, “...was one of the best in cow country. The chow was plentiful and the horses were the best money could buy.” “Chow” usually consisted of oatmeal, beans, bacon, prunes, potatoes, sour-dough biscuits and coffee – always coffee, according to “The XIT Ranch of Texas” by J. Evetts Haley.
In the late spring of 1885, the ranch’s first pasture fence was completed under the direction of the first XIT general manager B.H. (Barbecue) Campbell, according to information from http://www.tshaonline.org/handbook/online/articles/XX/apx1.html. The ranch eventually operated within 6,000 miles of fence.

Certainly the operation of such a huge spread of land meant the cowboys coping with unending problems--everything from dealing with wild animal predators to forming vigilante posses in order to strike back at known rustlers.

These cowboys, according to the book “XIT BUCK” by C.E. MacConnell, not only manned the Panhandle acreage and coped with the struggles of ranch life, but also ended up, starting in 1890, maintaining maturing grounds for the ranch’s cattle in the northern Plains of South Dakota and Montana. For eleven consecutive years, 12,500 cattle were driven annually from Texas to these northern pastures. At its peak, the ranch handled 150,000 head of cattle, erected 325 windmills and 100 dams across its Panhandle land. In one year, the ranch had 150 cowboys who rode 1,000 horses and branded 35,000 calves.

Eventually, the Farwell brothers decided to buy a small ranch 59 miles north of Miles City (just off of road 253 between Terry to Brockway) as well as lease two million acres between the Yellowstone and Missouri rivers. Once the word got to Texas, cowboys began their trail rides to the Montana grassland and the XIT ranch.

Some of these cowboys became Montanans for life. For others, Montana was always a foreign land, and over time, some of these cowboys found their way back to Texas.
For the years the cowboys ventured the 1,600 miles to Montana, the book “6,000 Miles of Fence” by Cordia Sloan Duke and Joe B. Frantz depicts some of the struggles the cowboys faced.

One excerpt from the book portrays such a hardship:
“...So it was arranged at the stock meeting in Miles City, when they laid out the roundups for the year, that the Hat X wagon come down, Charles Bell wagon boss. We worked Custer Creek and made one roundup on Cherry Creek, and it started raining. We never turned a wheel for eight days, tried to roundup a time or two but had to quit. We lost 12 days on account of rain between Custer Creek and Glendive, and twenty-two days altogether on general, and never finished up until the middle of August ... That was the rainiest year I ever saw in Montana, except 1915.”

Eventually, because of such difficulties as droughts, blizzards, prairie fires, and declining markets, the XIT operated largely without profit throughout most of its operation and the ranch began losing money. By 1905, most of the XIT land was sold off and subdivided. The last of the XIT cattle were sold on Nov. 1, 1912.

Anyone interested in gaining more information about the ranch should visit the Web site http://www.xitmuseum.com/about.shtml. For photos from the XIT ranch days, visit the Cameron Gallery in Terry and the Prairie County Museum, which can be contacted at 635-4040.

Man tells of life on the famous XIT ranch

OK, I admit it, I love cowboys. I love old cowboys even better. This is an article I wrote for the paper and got permission to post. Ban happens to be my grandfather. I think it's a hoot. Hope you like it...

“I am not German, I’m Austrian,” former XIT rancher Ed Ban and Terry native said with resolve, “Dad came to America looking for work and to escape the wars. He eventually found his way to Montana.”

Ban still enjoys the widely acclaimed movie “Lonesome Dove.” He recalled a scene where Woodrow Call was trying to convince Gus McCrae to go to Montana, “It’s a cattleman’s paradise to hear Jake tell it,” Call said.

Of course, McCrae responded, “Sounds like a damn wilderness if you ask me. And we’re a shade old to start fightin’ Indians all over again, don’t you think?...I’ll tell you what. You ride on up there, clear out the Indians, build a little cabin, get a nice fire goin’ in the fireplace and me and Jake will gather a herd and then we’ll come on up.”

Call responded, “I wanna do it, Gus. I wanna see that country, before the bankers and lawyers all git it.”

Like Call, Ban’s dad, Nick Ban, “...knew the grass was better in Montana. It was a cattleman’s paradise. It still is. It took Dad 10 years of herding sheep, working the mines and being a ranch hand to get the money to bring my mother and brother, Ivan, over from Austria,” Ban said.

Eventually, Ban said, his father saved enough money to buy land for about 10 cents an acre when the 1919 hard winters came and the owner of the XIT ranch, a ranch just off road 253 between Terry to Brockway, went under. “Dad worked very hard and bought the land over time, especially during the Great Depression. Eventually he owned 15,360 ares,” Ban said.

Ban said he did not know the history of the XIT Ranch until later in his life. “The owners of the original XIT ranch in Texas (the largest ranch in the world under fence) would take the cattle to Montana in the summer because of the terrible droughts in Texas. Growing up, there was still a barn that was used by the original XIT cowboys, but it burned down,” he said.

Ban said the book “6,000 Miles of Fence,” portrays the everyday life of the individuals who made the XIT ranch run within its 6,000 miles of fence. The book devotes an entire chapter to Montana, specifically mentioning Glendive, Terry, Fallon and Miles City, Ban said.

“There wasn’t much fun when I was growing up, it was a lot of hard work I tell ya. For fun, we’d go down to the cold spring water and clean up a little. We would also get to watch rodeos about three miles up the hill from where we lived,” Ban said with a chuckle.

The Early Years

Ban had four siblings, of which he’s the second to the youngest. “If we were ornery, my mother (Mary Ban) would hit us with a coal stoker. Dad would educate us by using a razor strap. That’s why we turned out good, because we got a spanking when we were bad. Kids today are spoiled, and that’s why they are rotten,” Ban added.

Ban said he went to country school for four years before his parents sent their children to live with some family friends in Terry to attend school. The Ban children returned to the XIT every weekend to help with the family ranch. Ban attended the fifth grade through his sophomore year in Terry. “For work in town, I would go to the Reynolds Store to get grub for the family I stayed with. I would also, for ten cents a bucket, get the weeds out of people’s yards. Of course, a candy bar was a nickel back then,” Ban said.

One year, Ban said he played “hookie” for four days to work on a trash machine, separating grain from straw. “I made $16 and thought I was rich. I didn’t tell my parents though. You can’t tell them everything,” he said.

School was hard for Ban, as he has had difficulty with his hearing since he was stricken with Scarlet Fever as a baby. “I couldn’t learn much because I couldn’t hear. I think I would have been sharp and become a doctor or a lawyer. They make all the money ... If kids would call me a dummy, I would tell them to meet me after school and we’d get into fist fights. Us country kids were tougher than the city kids because we did all the work. But, I’ve learned more on the outside by watching people and doing things myself,” he said.

When Ban’s family “had the time” and was not working, it would attend Sacred Heart Catholic Church in Terry. “Like I said, pretty much all we did was work. We didn’t have much time to play or fool around,” he said.

At age 21, Ed, along with two of his brothers, bought the XIT ranch from their father. It wasn’t until Ban got married, that he decided to separate from ranching with his brothers in order to ranch on his own.

At his prime, Ban ran 225 head of cattle and 200 head of sheep on his 7,680 acres of the XIT ranch. He adopted his own brand, which was ED with a quarter circle on top. “The key to ranching is working hard. If you manage your money well, you can ranch. It takes work,” Ban said.

Finding Love

Though he was no stranger to hard work, Ban also admitted to going into Terry for a drink every now and again after a “sun up to sun down” day’s work on the ranch. “My favorite back in the day was a little whiskey mixed with ginger ale,” he said.
It was on one of those nights in 1957 where Ban entered the Yellowstone Bar in Terry and fixed his eyes on his future wife, DeLaine “Skippy” Brasseuer. “After a few drinks I got up the courage to tell the bar tender to buy the two girls (Skippy was sitting with her sister, “Kitty”) at the end of the bar a drink. After a few more drinks I got the courage to go ask Skippy out,” Ban said with a half smile.

Brasseuer and Ban dated for over a year until they were married on Jan. 17, 1959. When they were dating, Ban recalled one funny story where Skippy had asked to borrow $50. “I asked her what she was going to use it for, but she didn’t tell me. After a week or so I finally gave it to her, but I didn’t think I’d get it back. We had only been dating for a little time, and I didn’t trust her yet. She finally did pay it back – all in change – and threw it down in front of me one day, saying here’s your money you tight wad!” Ban said it was after this encounter he figured she was safe to marry.

On their honeymoon, Ban bought a brand new 1959 Ford Convertible after Skippy’s car’s transmission went out in Wyoming. “Skip convinced me to buy that thing right off the lot. We put 5,000 miles on it. We went as far as Las Vegas. I miss Skip’s hair blowing in the wind and all those scarfs she used to wear. She was the life of any party. She was a lot of fun,” Ban said.

Ban recalled a comical story after they had gotten married, “We were feeding cattle. She was driving truck, and I was in the back spreading hay out of a gunny sack. I told her to turn and she stepped on the gas. I fell off and heard her laughing a few hundred yards up. She was always up to something.”

In 1960, Skippy was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. “I never even thought about divorcing Skip even though we’d just been married a short time. I made a commitment and I was going to follow through. I took care of her until the day she died. We were married for 41 years,” Ban added.

Selling the Ranch

In 1980, Skippy was wheelchair-bound, and in 1989, Ban finally had to sell the ranch to care for her. “It was hard for me. The only life I knew was the ranch and working. But taking care of Skip along with working the ranch myself was just too much for me. We spent 18 winters together down around Arizona to help her MS too,” Ban said.

After selling his portion of the XIT ranch, Ban bought 19 acres just outside of Terry and manned 25 head of cattle (which also was eventually sold) as well as started his lawn care business, which he still owns today. For a short time, he managed the Prairie County Manor and also dealt poker at the Roy Rogers Saloon in Terry. “Skip loved to play poker while I dealt. She loved people and getting out,” Ban added.
“Skippy died Jan. 23 in 2002, and the last two years I had to do everything for her. It was the right thing to do, but it was a lot of work. She could always make me laugh though. I get lonely without her at times, but working on a ranch by myself taught me to deal with it,” Ban said.

Still Keeping Busy

Today, Ban can be seen doing yard work for locals wearing Levi polyester dress pants and wearing his dirty cowboy hat while working. “Real cowboys wear Levis or Wranglers. Real cowboys have dirty hats. I will work until the day I die. If I didn’t work, I’d be as big as a couch. Too many retired people just sit around and get fat,” he joked.

Ban is also the caretaker for the same Catholic church he went to as a child. “My faith is a big part of who I am,” he said.

In addition, Ban continues to eat at the Prairie County Senior Citizens Center a few times each week, helps many of the older women within the community, visits his two children and several grandchildren in Billings and Glendive, bakes his famous zucchini bread for family and friends, watches rodeo, plays cards and rolls dice almost every day at the Four Corner Cenex Station in Terry. “We usually always bring up the price of gas. It is important to know what is going on in the world, so sometimes we talk about the issues. The boys get mad at me though, because I tend to win the dice money,” Ban joked.

If a person was to take a trip with Ban to the XIT ranch down the now oiled road 253, Ban would not forget to point out that some of his original fencing (3.5 miles) is still “in tact.” The fence, according to Ban, was put up to keep his cattle from getting killed, “I sure wasn’t gonna get anything from a dead cow.”
If a person was to drink some Folgers coffee with Ban, he would not forget to tell him in a stern, Austrian kind of way, “I used to drink mine with cream, but that makes a person fat and just wastes time.”

Ban also still makes it a point to recommend to his friends and acquaintances that it is important to add a little vinegar into one’s oatmeal, adding, “It keeps a person slim. It cleans out the pipes.”

As for marrying again or moving to Billings to be with his daughter, Ban joked, “If I die first, I won’t move to Billings. Besides, if I leave, who will take care of all these older ladies? I’d never get married again. Some girls still chase me, but I have to be careful. That’s no kidding. When you get married, they always want to go, go, go and spend money. I’m done with that.”

No Regrets

Overall, Ban said he has no regrets, concluding, “Really, I loved the ranch life. The only thing I wish I would have done differently is waited to sell my ranch. I would have made a lot more money. I’ve had a good life. The only thing I want people to remember me for is that I was good man and worked hard for this town and these people. Folks here are the best around. ... It has been sad to watch the town grow smaller and smaller, but I have hope that eventually it will build back up.”

While many people who know Ban would say he is conservative, narrow-minded, old-fashioned, hard-nosed, most people who know Ban would also probably say he is one of Terry’s finest what-you-see-is-what-you-get kind of cowboys with a duty-bound determination to help most anybody. They might also say Ban makes some of the best zucchini bread around.

Saturday, May 10, 2008

For my "union hating" mother

Mom did not like unions (I just found this out from my uncle). Why? Well, I have my guesses, but Mom never communicated really. In similar fashion, Mom would start a "let's build a deck or tree house project" and magically, she would just assume that all of us girls knew exactly what was expected of us without her saying. She liked the "bull in a china closet" method with absolutely as few words as possible while plowing through and making way. If she didn't like the deck, well, then we would just tear it down and start over.

When I was little, I would shrug my shoulders at her building projects and think, "There she goes again." Typically, I would follow up the shoulder shrug with, "Mom, you look frustrated. Could you just ask for some help? Can I help paint?" Silence. But somehow I always kind of knew what she needed or wanted, so I would get out the hammer or I'd get out the Bob Vila book or I'd get out the paint, and her eyes would say it all, "Thanks." But still, there were really no words. Mom was a firm believer in showing by action instead.

Now, my mother was a good woman. She had her flaws--yes, many flaws--like us all, but had a heart of gold, always served, never complained, and always loved no matter how many bizarre ideas I'd throw her way or how much I'd sass or try to make her communicate. Her favorite saying, "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all." I'd usually follow this comment up with a roll of my eyes.

But like I said before, Mom did not like unions, and now I wish I would have asked her why. I imagine she recognized that unions, as they are today, breed laziness. Wait. Hear me out. I believe there are expectations to all rules typically. But I have to say, though unions served a good purpose when they were instituted, they, like subsidies, should have ceased existence long ago. And even my democrat, union-belonging, railroad-working uncle says the same thing. Shock. "I pay $80/month for union dues. People sit on their butt while I work my butt off because they have been there longer and are part of the union. Also, our contracts with the union have been really bad. I have to wonder what is in it for me besides the big guy getting richer," he said in my last conversation with him.

I bring all of this up because I got my butt reamed from a rather passionate democrat this past week for not showing up to a certain meeting this person thought I should. This person did not like my mother. This person (I'll just call this person Democrat) termed her, according to my uncle, that "union hating nurse." From what my uncle also said, Democrat loved to talk about my mother in a negative light whenever an opportunity arose. Sorry Democrat, but I just ain't feelin' the love in that, try again please. Now during my butt chewing from Democrat, I remember thinking, "OK, you can get defensive or you can do like Mom would--keep it shut." I kept it shut until the end, just for good measure, I decided to tell Democrat I did what was instructed and smiled (picture the cheesy grin here), offering, "I've got some good friends on your side." This annoyed Democrat. But hey, I am not responsible for Democrat's response now am I?

Well Democrat, if you were trying to make me a believer, you failed. Now, if ever there was a reason not to like unions, that reason is you my friend. My "union hating nurse" mother? Well, you could have learned a few lessons from her. Love first. Action always before words. And Democrat, if you don't have anything nice to say, then hush please.

Thursday, May 08, 2008

Third on the list...


I love riding and spending time with horses. I can't explain the feeling when I ride (kind of an "I am woman hear me roar" feeling if you will), but I notice I do tend to ride more when I feel like being quiet. I once had this romantic sort of vision of me galloping through and open field on a white horse for miles and miles. I was sure that an October Saturday in Virginia (I used to go horseback riding to get away from the city hub bub)--held the fulfillment of this "vision." I did get to gallop through an open field with the beautiful mountains on both sides. I remember feeling empowered. "Yes, I am woman!" I wanted to shout. I almost did. Then? Well, I had to stop galloping. Let's just say God "gifted" me. I am not built like a ballet dancer. I am not built like a woman who can ride a horse for miles and miles and feel no pain. Because I AM truly woman, and I have more "up there" than most women have when they are ready and able to feed baby. OK, so it's not that bad, but nonetheless, it hurt to gallop for more than maybe a mile. I laugh at myself now because I get these "visions" of the way I want something to be, and usually, my "vision" or expectation turns out either half way according to plan or not at all according to plan.

But anyway, I do love horses. They quiet my soul.

Sunday, May 04, 2008

Faces Like These

You'll see why...
Funny Faces

Seriously, I remember these kinds of toilets in China! The guy's face about 25 seconds in is simply priceless.

Saturday, May 03, 2008

Baby Advice

Baby showers. OK, I admit I could live without them. I'd rather just give the gift to the mommy-to-be than go through games and introducing myself to women I usually have very little in common with. I usually always end up saying something that offends somebody: "Does everybody here have the same hair cut, or is it just me?" WHOOPS...you have the same hair cut!!! OR they always pass out those stupid index cards and say, "Give advice to the expecting mother, please." Now, I don't have kids. I want some someday I think, but what do I know? Nonetheless, I try to offer something constructive. This has always come back to bite me, because apparently, according to my sisters, I "use big words," and thus, confuse everybody. "Good grief, I do not," I say. All I said was that love covers any mistakes....LOVE..what better advice could a person give? So I've decided I will write the following on every stupid little index card in the future, saying, "OK Mommy, remember to tell your baby this":

You will lose your baby teeth.
At times, you'll lose your faith in me.
You will lose a lot of things,
But you cannot lose my love.
You may lose your appetite,
Your guiding sense of wrong and right.
You may lose your will to fight,
But you cannot lose my love.
You will lose your confidence.
In times of trial, your common sense.
You may lose your innocence,
But you cannot lose my love.
Many things can be misplaced;
Your very memories be erased.
No matter what the time or space,
You cannot lose my love.
You cannot lose,
You cannot lose,
You cannot lose my love.

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Aww...Sisters


Yes, Sadie is due in just a few weeks. We are so proud of her--finishing her first year of college with flying colors and being a very good momma. She's got a lot of Mom's strength, and of course, we have each other. She plans on going to nursing school after her second year at DCC. Dawn is due in November. We are secretly hoping for a girl :) We love Vinny. We do. But for their sake, I hope this last one is a litte easier. Marcy has just over a year left in her radiology program. And then there's me...the tall one. I'm thankful for my beautiful sisters.

Rabbit Talk

I was thinking the other day. Uh oh. I know. There was lots of smoke. Anyway, I was thinking that some people just have a gift of making friends like rabbits make offspring. It's interesting to watch these kinds of people. I think I used to be one actually. Let's see, I met my guitar teacher and still friend in an elevator, I saw a girl with a handbag once and told her we couldn't miss the opportunity to compare hangbags (and we are still good friends..by good I mean we talk more than just surface, and I have actually cried a lot with her and her with me), blah blah. I don't know. Maybe I'm regaining some of this gift back after a total year gone to pooh pooh and mistrust, but I really do enjoy going out and watching how some people can just warm their way into a person's little fuzzy heart..yeah, kind of like the way rabbits do.