UPDATE!

Since everyone is so interested in my life now, now that I've been lied about, hung out to dry, and seemingly at the mercy of those who want me to write and use my writing process, yet when I do they have issues with my content. Let me share with you something I did share with students in the past. When writing about the American Mustang, remember the Mustang is a wild horse. Where a wild horse can be domesticated, it must first choose to be tamed. Not all choose to comply. Some choose to remain true to their own nature, true to their own spirit, even if it means forging their way without the assistance of a cushy stable and padlocked fence. Some animals are best seen and observed. A wild horse will either be beaten into submission or give up the fight to be fed and sheltered - - there is a third option, however; sometimes they fight back and win their freedom. The Bureau of Land Management protects these animals fiercely when they choose the third option. These animals are marked by our Government but sent back to the wild to be that which they were created to be.

UPDATE. Today I rejoined the YMCA since I'll be home for a while to enjoy the daily workouts. I walked 12,000+ steps around the complex and decided that since I won't be going into work I'll mosey on back to the ranch where I have horses, a single cow, and enough cats and dogs to keep me busy. I decided to pay off a few bills, and then I bought a new book. I bought the Series 3 Exam Study Guide. Series 3 (FINRA) is the license I will need to do day trading, futures, and commodities. I became interested in commodities in the 80s when I babysat a stone mansion in Beverly Hills (1980) of a man named Bernie Cornfeld. He was a HUGE international commodities dealer. He wasn't a nice man by any means, but I really liked his style when it came to letter writing. He would use my innate knowledge of proper Grammar to be sure he came across as precise and poignant as he intended. The closest man I can think of to Bernie Cornfeld was another millionaire by the name of Roger Dolese. I worked as Dolese's attorney's paralegal for 16 years here in Oklahoma City for Hon. Edward H. Moler, after returning from Hollywood. (Men and their money.)

The basic plan, for now, is to sleep in, walk the dogs, drink the coffee, study the Series 7 for now, take that test, take 63, and then hit the books for Series 3. Busy, busy, busy. I'll spare time to run into town to get in a quick workout, run to the feed store, pay bills online, and buy groceries before riding Norman. It rained quite a bit today so he was merely groomed, but he knows if I'm home he'll be taken to the trails of the adjoining property. We have to do this of course before and after hunting season, neither of us would look good with a hole in our side from a wayward hunter's long gun. (I need to watch what I say about owning guns I suppose, you never know who may be reading my blogs! They're already going after my First Amendment rights, what's to stop them from attacking my Second Amendment rights next?)

LET ME SAY THIS CLEARLY....I don't bring my guns or any other weapon with me to work, and I won't until I work from home, and then yeah, they are present. I am NOT and never have been someone who harms or would harm anyone. I protect. I do protect. I don't hunt, I don't eat food that's been hunted. I prefer buying my beef from Aldi. (Sidenote: Scotland has a lot of Aldi stores too, and I was so super happy when I found that to be true.)

There you have it - - I won't cry if I am asked to stay home through Christmas. It's never been about the money. I have money in two countries now. My reason for going back to what I am doing was to help those I help. We don't have many people bending over backward to help these days. I still do. God has a plan for me, you can bet that much - - I don't need men or women to try and wrangle me. This pony has a bit of fight left in her and what I can't handle I'll source out LEGALLY. That's another good thing about being this old, I learned to save my funds a long time ago for a rainy day, and looks like today just may end up casting a few damp sprinkles their way. I love the law, and I'm not afraid to ride it into the sunset.