Tuesday Twitterdeeburrdeebog!

I've had my Wrangler lined jeans on for four or five days now. Gotta get a second pair cuz one night I threw this pair in the wash so they'd be clean for the next day. I usually wear lined jeans from November through April.

And, I'll tell you when I've gotta go somewhere in the winter time where Wranglers lined jeans are not part of the dress code, I freeze to death. In most cases, I just decide not to go.

Now, these jeans are good items. They don't cause a problem. They do much more good than harm, but I still very much resent wearing them on this October day and all the earlier October days leading up to this one.

Too damn cold for this time of the year, and not a good sign for a mild winter ahead.

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I also noticed on Facebook a minute or so ago when Callie, commenting about her sister Lea's beautiful photos from Alaska where it was 62 yesterday, noted that we may miss the spectacular fall color show this year cuz the leaves just don't know what to do.

Usually, October 15 is the height of picture-taking time for photographers out snapping in search of the award-winning image of autumn glory. A couple of weeks ago when I was out doing my trail riding, it looked like we were going to have a better-than-ever show this year.

Yesterday, however, I noticed that a lot of the deciduous trees here at our place have not turned color. It could be that the lifeblood, which shoots all those pigments into them just before they die, got frozen in its tracks with the cold temperatures.

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Well, the cold weather didn't stop the mud boggers at Moyie this weekend. I'm figuring with the amount of stirring up that the Moyie mud gets, it probably hasn't got a chance to freeze. I'm also figuring that sometime I've got to go to a mud bog event just to see what happens.

This morning, my husband and son predicted that Mom might be headed off for the next one that comes along. Those predictions came after I told them about the mud bog influence behind a song I copied off from the Internet for them to see.

Actually, I'm not a really mud-bogging type of person; at least, I think I'm not, but I was getting a kick out of the K102.5 deejays talking to the mud boggers all weekend, cautioning them not to drink and drive.

When mud bogging came up in our morning banter, I told the guys about my friend and former student Michelle who never misses a bog session.

Then, Bill chimed in and told about his colleague and another former student of mine named Michelle who attended the weekend's festivities where a big 4 by 4 pickup truck without a mud coating from stem to stern could be considered a wuss truck. And, you can just imagine imagine the banter that gets directed toward its driver.

Anyway, Bill said he asked his friend Michelle how the mud bogging went, and she said, "Great, nobody got killed this year!" Yeah, that has happened at past bogging conventions.

Maybe nobody died this year because of the guys from K102 who kept tabs on the boggers and kept issuing those continuous safety reminders. Plus, the highlighted song, played especially for the bogger convention, suggests chilling out, leaving cares behind and having fun.

In addition to helping out the boggers, this tune has just plain gotten stuck in my head---rather than the mud.

So, I must share it with you. I don't know if it's going to be the national mud-bogging theme song, but I'm guessing that it's catching on and will continue to catch on with anyone who likes to escape the "mad" world we live in----whether it's to a mudhole in Moyie or a beach in Belize.

So, enjoy. I hope it gets stuck in your mind too, especially after you hear it a time or two. Zac Brown Band gets the credit.

I got my toes in the water, ass in the
sand
Not a worry in the world, a cold beer in my hand
Life is good today. Life is good today. . . .

As I continue to wear my lined jeans to keep warm here in North Idaho's frigid fall, I'll be thinking of the possibilities of being somewhere else----like Alaska!

May your life be good today.