Best Quiche Tour of Montana
Note: I was blocked from publishing this blog in Great Falls, but I just left it alone on preview, never would pull up, hit the shuttle back to Shelby, back at the Glacier Motel, #116, home sweet home, finishing my movie, and now posting, at 3:21 p.m., Shelby time, tried in Great Falls, at 12:45 p.m., don't let anyone tell you the NSA is not alive and well, or they are allowing my double, Shelley to control this blog, but it is little old me, who has written everyone, at least logged in on my computer, who knows, what happens after leaving my hands! LOL!
It's Monday, So, The Daily Grind is Appropriate
Wow, what a toss up . . . I love the ham and cheese quiche, at the Break Cafe & Coffee Shop, on Harrison St., in Missoula, and I thought, I have never tasted better, until I stopped in at the Montana Coffee Trader, across from the Kalispell mall . . . okay, a toss up. Then about a year and a half ago, one of my client's daughters, who lives in Fort Benton, took me to this bakery in Great Falls, on our way up over Glacier to Kalispell, for me to appear in court, for her mother, and she said we had to stop at this bakery and get sandwiches and these cookies to die for . . . which we did, and she was absolutely right, amazing food. So, for the last year, I have been coming every once in a while to Great Falls, looking for this bakery and deli, not remembering exactly where it was located, but never forgetting the food. I would describe what I thought it looked like, and the locals, would try to point me to the right direction, and I ended up discovering a cute bakery and restaurant, called something like the Daisy, where I had wonderful lemon bars, to rival the homemade ones I used to make for my kids, when they were young, the combo of sweet and sour, tart, with powdered sugar, just so tasty, but, I still had never found the place me and Tabitha stopped at, until, by accident, it was a bit cold on morning about a month ago, and I noticed, just a small sign on the back of a building, through an alley, where a couple of smokers were standing, and I came in through the back door, and low and behold, there was The Daily Grind!
I found it by accident, I kept going to the other side of the street, that the Great Falls DMV, where my driver's license, ended up falling into a black hole, never to be seen again, and not being the driver, the first time I came to the deli, I had no idea of the directions, but, better late than never, and I discovered the name of the place, finally, which would have helped the locals, know which direction to send me in. And in about a month, the owner is packing up and moving to the central part of town, and I would never have found them, so all is well that ends well, I am sitting here, with bright windows, a bacon and cheese, quiche, smothered in salsa, and sour cream! So, good, a Diet Coke, and to top it all off, a bit early, but a piece of yummy pumpkin pie, with whip cream . . . all to die for! And you wonder why I can't lose weight? Too much good food, so little time! LOL! That is why I found the movie, Identity Theft comical, because they were playing on my thinking about cowboys . . . to them, as is the heavy, funny actress, prime beef to cowboys, who are judging their women, like they would a prize bull or herfferd, by the marbling content, or the fat content, making for better steak, not to mention, beefier kids, who can through more tonnage aground on the farm, they are looking for a sturdy constitution in a female, one who can help around the farm or ranch, baby making machine for the football teams, beefy and strong, so I am truly in the right part of the country! My boys are both tall and thin, but that is their father's genetic contribution.
City Boys & Country Boys Think Different, Thank God
In the movie, the funny redhead, who is with a city boy, and driving him nuts, singing to the music, every station, with him trying several, dancing goes with the music too, making him work to haul her ass back to his business, so the cops in his jurisdiction who are not going to help with the identity theft issues, that are getting him fired from his job, not willing the extradite her, will help, with the woman standing right in front of them, this is the guy's goal. When he treats her bad, she just jokes that he has lost all functions below the waist, is frustrated, and that explains the mistreatment, she keeps calling him her husband, and he his awful wife. She doesn't want to go to the hotel room, so she goes to the Foxhole Club, gets a drink and there is this large, beefy cowboy, who picks up on her, and makes her look in proportion to him, not large at all, just right. He is laughing and having a great time with her, when the other guys, who doesn't want her out of his sight, finds her with this guy, who tells, city boy, that he is so lucky to have this beautiful, charming, and funny wife, and he better treat her better, or some other guys is going to steal her away! LOL! That is why I love cowboys . . . they are looking an women in a whole different way.
I learned this about 5 years ago, in Salina, Utah, at the Cattleman's Association, bull auction. And the best looking cowboys, would smile at me, tip their cowboy hats, say, howdy mam' . . . or a total hottie, coming up to me and say, with a grin, are yah, finding everything you want, mam'? If he only knew, what I really wanted, but, sometimes, thoughts are better left in the mind, and not gushing all over the dirt, at the auctioneer arena . . . holy shit, is this for real . . . they must know, as I thought I did, that I am expecting $118 million from one of my cases, when I actually believed that if you won a lawsuit, even if you sued the governor, the attorney general, the Department of Commerce, the Division of Securities, and about 4 attorneys, and several investigators, on a $357M, securities case, that you would actually get the money, if you won. And I fully intended on getting a ranch and breeding bulls, especially, now I am seeing the male bulls, the ones in the Wrangler Jeans, cowboy boots, and Stetson hats, oh, yeah!
NFR, Signs of Love
My client, and a semi-famous, cowboy photo artist, took me down to the National Finals Rodeo, when it used to be held in Las Vegas, and the whole town, because country. Husbands and wives, pulled in Vegas in their big ass horse trailers, with hay for the 16 horses, they had rattling around in those things. Either these couples were glad to be off the ranch or farm for the event, holding hands, spending money like it was going out of style, at four large convention centers, or they really just loved their wives, buying them clothes, purses . . . I got the one I currently have, American West Brand, black leather, bling, fine craftsmanship, fringe and the works, love it to death, get a ton of compliments, and it holds my little acre computer just fine, and actually, make-up, a few changed of underwear, a shirt or two, perfume, and about whatever I want to carry, not huge, but well designed and always looks great, with a lifetime guarantee! It didn't matter what size, shape or flavor their wives were, they genuinely dug their partners . . . that could be that they are so needed as a spare hand around the ranch/farm, or that after a long day sitting in a tractor, cutting hay, barley, or alfalfa, a good home cooked meal, was all it takes to keep these guys happy, none of those, lollipop gals, with the head that is bigger than their shoulders and hips, with no curves, just like a young boy, straight up and down . . . city boys style, not for these guys!
Don't get me wrong, but the gals, a ton are in just as good shape as the guys, and just as tough. I wanted my cousin, who lives in Las Vegas, and my friend, who ended up dead, to come up to Montana, and meet the girls up here . . . oh, no, they seemed to have this attitude that the woman, because they were cowgirls, were not feminine, nor pretty, and would kick their lilly white asses, scrawny asses at that, from one end of the state to the other. I am not sure where they got this idea from, Gunsmoke, The Virginian, Bonanza, when they were young, what, they are pretty, wild, fun, in shape, and dig sex as much as the guys . . . I figured that with 27 guns in each home, it was kind of like a truce, a checkmate, between the king and queen in chess. Like I have said, in Montana, I have laughed at what the crimes are, in the police bloggers, or blotter, law & disorder, so funny, and I thought it was a joke at first, but all the cops are doing, with a fun flare is report the normal calls, but if there is a crime, it generally goes from a phone call, to murder, so, I think there is a healthy respect in Big Sky Country, you mind your business and I will mind mine, or it is lethal!
Shelby's Local Stock--Nice
I have a friend named Kathy, a cowgirl from Rexburg Idaho, told me about her friend named JoAnn . . . beauty, Kathy, drives a shuttle for the Salt Lake Shuttle, that services Montana, after Rimrock was put out of business, leaving much of Montanans, who didn't have a car, like myself, after my last car was blown up, on the 13th East exit in Salt Lake, after I wrote about license plate scanning violating the 4th amendment, putting millions of dollars, in that police state, at risk, wanting the legislature to purchase machines that are even more invasive and faster, than the last models, and 4 sheriffs demanding my keys to my baby, my gold, Ford Ranger, King Cab, jacked Big Foot Tires, with black studded rims! They were just a bit pissed that I outran, three sheriffs super SUVs, around Panguitch Lake, out of your jurisdiction boys . . . so they laid in wait until I ventured back in the state, to get some things in my house, that I hadn't seen for 2 1/2 months, now two years. It was soooooo worth it! LOL!
Kathy has seen me going back and forth between Montana and Utah a shit load of times, so we have become good friends . . . we were talking shop, men, kids, cops, shuttles, and she told me about another JoAnn, she was friends with, who had a Ph.D. and went to Texas to find a cowboy, she came back, never finding one, and went to Montana, met a rough and tough cowboy, and they have been married for something like 60 years now, happily, simple life, good life? Now, I have been kicking around the state, and I meet guys from Boston, Pennsylvania, New Jersey, Washington, D.C., etc., wanna be cowboys, or from a ranch, allegedly, in California, but a rhinestone cowboy, dressing the dress, but, really, do ya, think I am buying this documentary film producer, in a cowboy hat? Or I meet, local, bred and born Montana boys, who love the outdoors, but hate cowboys, roughed up by them in high school, or something, hate jocks, football players, etc. So, in Kalispell, there is one guy out of 40,000 that is a possibility.
I simply go down to the local Pizza Hut, and what the hell, two beef cake studs, just like in the country music videos, amazing . . . kids, but no wives, great. These guys are just built, naturally, bred with us high marbling content, auto football players, or just because of the nature of their works, but holy, moley! Butts, face level, packing the kids up, Levi and Wranger, nice . . . Shelby is looking better and better. I am too old, but hey, I tend to be on the scale of gals to guys, closer to guys, in my thinking, and I prefer, cougar to dirty old woman, I know, I can just look and not touch, but so close, an arms length away. Then, one of their tall, beautiful, dark haired in shape, wives came back to the table, reality! The waitress even joked about someone doing the dishes, hubby, pipped up and said, that is her job . . . I'll volunteer, and I would even do them every day! LOL! Hopefully my adult kids are not reading this blog! I am sure at least half of my kids, are older than these guys, it is there size that is deceiving. How is that for cover . . .
These Dudes Can Swing Me Around With One Arm--Rag Doll
So this drunk cowboy, back to the movie, goes back to the hotel room with the comedian actress, and she starts joking that her, identity theft, captor, has male issues, so this cowboy needs to do her, while this city slicker watches . . . the cowboy, dances around and is having fun with the guy, who is totally disgusted, and finally locks himself in the bathroom, trying not to hear, these two, having riotous sex, these two beefy to heavy people, with most people, buying the, only movie star bodies have hot sex, really missing the boat on that one . . . the sex scene, while not showing much, is hilarious, fun, rowdy, and a plus to us, plus gals, and guys, who don't fit the adults that look like stretched out kids, with no weight at all on them! That is just not real to over 50%, so a great telling scene . . .
Another thing I like about cowboys, is that they are so physical, they just stay, lean, mean and fit, well into their later years, if not to death. I have a friend, who lives in St. George, Utah, but he is one of 7 boys, all ranchers, until they got older, then they parted ways, leaving two bros to run the ranch, with them coming back in the spring and fall to herd cattle, from the highlands of Francis, Utah, near Kamas, to Toole, I think, with Dale, calling me on horseback, during the cattle drive, one fall . . . But, after not seeing Dale, a political foe and friend, depending on what the subject it, but basically good friends, I happened into Dale's neighborhood, a few years ago, after being in Montana for a while, and when he saw me, and, mind you he is in his 70s, always working in his huge garden, and running around, he literally grabbed me, happy to see me after so long, and picked me up, like a rag doll, and swung me around, effortlessly, without breaking a sweat . . . I just couldn't believe it! And you wonder why I love cowboys! Kick ass guys and gals, dig the girls just as much, none of this princess shit, I want cowgirls, for granddaughters!
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