Posts for category ‘Anti Pioneer Woman’

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Here’s the deal, oh Constant Reader. You all know by now that I live the hella out in BFE. And you know from my Desert Gardening and Anti-Pioneer Woman posts (among others), that’s it’s a pretty rough life out here in the desert, and that your ever-lovin’ Thornie pretty much works her ass off just to have a reasonable amount of comfort here in this 1800′s built home on the range.

What you don’t know, is that I’m doin’ it pretty much all on my own these days. The GirlyBoi and I have, shall we say, ceased to cohabit. Don’t cry for us, lovelies. We’re still BFF’s and we still love- in fact, we have simply (in her usual short but sweet words) “broken up to stay together”.

But what that means to Thornie is that it is all on me. The firewood (post on that anti-pioneer woman adventure upcoming soon). The home repairs, the frozen pipes, Mom, dump runs, the garden, the bills, the birds… all of it. ( I needz a Cabana Boi! Bwahahahahaha Please apply using the contact form- Thornie is an equal opportunity employer-gender is not an issue.)

Shit. Rain and there are clothes on the line. Be right back. (Talk among yourselves… Hahahahaha)

Just so we’re clear- I’m not whining. It’s hard, and it’s a lot of work, but I’m up to it. And I love my desert. I wouldn’t leave it for greener pastures.

BUT.

But- there are no jobs out here (even were I so inclined and even were taking care of my Mom and this place NOT a full time job in itself), so I’m once again bustin’ out the artwork and craftin’ my hiney off to try to make enough money to support myself and my rescued critters.

I’m trying to stay upbeat and positive and manifest that prosperity and I’m squeakin’ along… but.

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New Hand Made Tapestry Clutch on Etsy

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So that’s it from Thornie today. I have a tote on the sewing table and some magick pine cone fire starters in the kitchen today. (And I will be posting a How-To with images on those. I think you’ll like making them if you don’t just buy some from me!)

Peace, out!

“Feminism is a socialist, anti-family, political movement that encourages women to leave their husbands, kill their children, practice witchcraft, destroy capitalism and become lesbians.”

~Pat Robertson

Hmmmm… Witches and bitches and lesbians, oh my!! Why is it, do you think, that the patriarchy, that so many men and even women cling to that sort of thinking? Why are they so afraid? How did a witch become a hag and the Horned One a devil? Is Hilary Clinton really the Anti-Christ?

Religion. Power. Money. Control. Fear.

Haunting, isn’t it?

Above is a closeup of a collaged wall sculpure I made a couple years ago. It’s covered with images that represent the feminine in many guises. I don’t think it requires much explanation, but the placement of the hag was no accident!

“There is no art in turning a goddess into a witch, a virgin into a whore, but the opposite operation, to give dignity to what has been scorned, to make the degraded disireable, that calls for art or for character.”

~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Peace, out!

PS… You might be the Anti – Pioneer Woman if… you hang art like this on your livingroom walls!

And other acronyms.

I went to see “my” doctor on Tuesday. Well… let me back up a bit. Over a month ago I made an appointment to see my doctor. I thought.
Although I have always loved to drive- just get in the car, crank up the tunes and go; these days it’s just not what it used to be for me. Still, I made up my mind to approach the day with at least some small amount of the joi de vivre with which I greeted any chance to hit the road back before my FMS made driving (and worse- the aftermath of driving any distance) so hard on thornesbody. So I got dressed comfortably but in my unique thorneish style and even put a dab of eye makeup on and hit the road.

About two hours later, flushed of face and stressed from the fear of my lil “Golda” (read: Thorne’s name for the ’85 Dodge Daytona hatchback that my GirlyBoi is still working to pay for in trade for me) overheating in the 100 degree heat as I sat through 2 separate instances of road construction on what should have been about an hour and fifteen minute drive, I arrived at the county clinic where we-who-have-no-health-insurance must needs be seen (if we are to be seen at all).

I was looking forward to seeing “my” doctor. After 4 different doctors I had been told in February that I had been assigned to a primary care physician, and he was a friendly and pleasant fellow who had the uncommon ability to actually hear what I was saying. Alas, it was not to be. I think that the luxury of the possessive pronoun “my” before the word “doctor”, is one reserved for those-who-have-health-insurace. (I remember when…)

So I did indeed get to see “a” doctor (which was good); a first year resident, (which was fine) who was learning at least to appear to listen. I only had to beat him up a little to get him to hear and understand that I know my body and my meds and to make him understand that he wasn’t going to get to change up what was already working.

Although I admit that I actually quite enjoy a good beating of anyone who considers themselves an authority figure from time to time, I really didn’t have the heart for it. I was pretty much a puddle after the drive…

in the heat…
with no air…
(no radio or CD player!!)
and no spare…

Oh my. That almost sounds like a country song and I’m afraid I feel a lil Jeff Foxworthy comin’ on!

You might be the Anti – Pioneer Woman if…
your car is as old as your kid
and
it has no air conditioning
(or radio, or spare tire)!

I’m sorry, but I’ll lay you odds that the only time Ree Drummond ever drove without air conditioning in the Summer was with the top down on the convertible! I’m jes’ sayin’…

So, prescriptions in hand I headed to the Arrowhead Regional Medical Center (aka: The County Hospital – about a half hour away), to fill them. (It being the only place Thornie can afford to fill scrips at present. The price being a small copay and an astronomical attack on my already less than happy credit score). I also had some paperwork to turn in.

Have you peeps seen me refer to myself as “MIA” here in Thorne’s World when I’ve been busy around the ranch??

Missing in Action

I’ll just bet that even Ree finds herself MIA from time to time. (Just one more thing that Me n Ree have in common…. hehehe)

But today I learned a new definition for that acronym and I can’t say that I find it in the least bit amusing. I can’t get a chuckle out of it no matter how hard I try.

Medically Indigent Adult

Lemme tell ya folks; there just isn’t enough sugar or jam in the world to make that pill go down smooth.
Gak.

There is an upside if I can ignore the name of the program (and why should it rankle so much? Perhaps because your Thornie is a woman who has paid her own way all of her life? Who has been a moderately successful artist and business owner for most of her adult years? Because as a writer who loves words and appreciates the bon mot she is nonetheless offended to find herself described by what is in actuality the ugly truth?) Anyway, if I do qualify (and I am certain I must, given my current financial condition) there are benefits to being an MIA:

• I will no longer have to travel over 100 miles to see a doctor.
• I may even get to use the possessive “my” and have the luxury of not having to rehash my entire case history to every fledgling first year resident in the County system.
  I won’t have to go all the way to the County hospital (again, over 100 miles) to fill a scrip.
• (and best of all) My credit score, sad as it is, will stop taking a monthly beating.

Oh please, My Hope (President Obama) and My Amazon Warrior (Hilary) make Health Care Reform a reality!!

I’ll tell you what. This shit makes memories of the old days of arguing with my provider taste as sweet as…. peach pie! Yeah, pie. (I likes me some pie!)

And really, like I always say, nobody likes a whiny witch! WTF am I bitching about? I could be in Darfur or the Sudan or Gods Forbid a woman anywhere in the Mideast.

Now there’s some gratitude for ya.

Still…

You might be the Anti – Pioneer Woman if…
you find yourself a Medically Indigent Adult!

Jes’ keepin’ it real in Thorne’s World.
Peace, out!