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It Ain't Easy Being Indian
It ain't easy being indian
Friday, November 11 2011
 
Written by Ricey Wild,
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he sleeping Tigress has awakened. I mean me. I found out in a definitive way that there's more to life than having fun, or at least desperately trying to. It took a bonk on my head, literally, to come to this amazing revelation. So I am taking my own sage advice: "I practice moderation…in moderation." Well, we all gotta have some fun, right? And it's not like I'm the only person who made a mistake which was totally out of character. While I was paging through the Bible I came across the quote: 'Judge not, lest ye be judged." Wise words.
Like most people I've been following the Republican race for presidential nominee whether I want to or not, but I don't mind cuz it's providing me with many moments of hilarity. Michelle Bachman has become increasingly screechy and frantic and is now The Queen of De-Nial; even the Tea Party wants her to wrap it up and go home. How embarrassing! Hee hee! Now the Republicans are pitting Herman Cain (he's black, anyone notice that? Interesting, ennit?) who is a former pizza maker against the Democratic incumbent, President Barack Obama who graduated from Harvard Law School. Really?! I snicker.
It ain't easy being indian
Friday, October 07 2011
 
Written by Ricey Wild,
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Me calling Rezberry clinics urgent care: "Help! I need my head examined!"(If only I had an Indian head nickel for how many times people have suggested I do so!)
After a full, fun summer I was ready to settle down into calm autumn and begin burrowing a comfortable rut to occupy. But alas, t'was not to be! I had scheduled my wisdom teeth surgery for September because I thought there would be plenty of time to heal.
Instead I got 'dry socket' where my wisdom teeth used to reside. And if you don't know what that is, you don't know pain. Unholy, excruciating, horrendous pain that mocked the medicine I was taking to abate it.
Then, to add insult to injury, a real injury. I slipped on ice that covered the ramp in the front of my house and hit the back of my head on the cement part, while wearing my new, old lady Minnetonka moccasins from Goodwill. For a week everything above my chins was hurting so much that I could not distinguish one pain from the other. So there went my plan to dismiss all drama in favor of monotony.
It Aint easy being indian:
Saturday, September 10 2011
 
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Dear Teacher, "What I did this summer."
Ahem! It could have been an awful summer season in a lot of ways. First, spring skipped us entirely up here so we went straight from winter to summer. Even the mosquitoes were disgusted because they got a late start on feasting on the delicious, chubby, pale, sun-starved people who inhabit these northern climes.

Then last month my car got repo'ed for no logical or rational reason that I or anyone else can comprehend. Also, for an entire day I was just one step ahead of the Law; the Rezberry Riders were after me again, just for keeping what was mine.  

So yeah, it could have really sucked but my summer did not. In fact I had an amazing, good time. Truly the best times I've had after recent years of enduring so much misery. I am a lucky woman. Sure the IRS is taking over half my paycheck, I still have a job; my Mommy took my car away but I still get to work and play. I'm happily single and share my home with furry roommates so I'm never alone or bored, in fact I wish Mitzi and the cats would keep the drama to a minimum.
THE MOOSIE CHRONICLES CONTINUE… THE RETURN TO REZBERRY, PART 2
Saturday, August 13 2011
 
Written by Ricey Wild,
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First off, I am dedicating this column to all you golden, tawny, beautiful Indian princesses who appreciate a good laugh and a good story. Thank you for writing. I am also tickled that a lot of Indian men are also enthralled by Moosie's adventures. Several have even quoted from previous columns and like to ask me about him, how he is an irresistible scoundrel and that he is quite the ladies man.
So J-Zac, my friend this is for you and most of all thanks to my son Steve, for reminding me how popular my Moosie stories are. Steve agreed with me that there seems to be a lack, nay; non-existence of Indian Romance novels. And I vote that I be the one to fill that void. Somebody's gotta do it.
Ahem! Now let us return to the steamy reunion…
It ain't easy being indian
Friday, July 08 2011
 
Written by Ricey Wild,
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THE MOOSIE CHRONICLES CONTINUE - THE RETURN TO REZBERRY

After months of miserable weather Rezberry is finally enjoying summer. The Sun gently warms my golden skin and the soft breezes that wind through jack pine stands keep me cool and refreshed by the scent they carry. Wild flowers and pretty weeds delight my eyes, and the smell of freshly cut grass is delicious. Life is good. But wait! What is that new odor? All of a sudden I feel an electric vibration over my entire body. I smell sweet grass combined with deep, rich, loamy earth and Red Stripe.
OMG! Moosie! My love is on his way back home! OMG! He is for sure coming up this time; I can feel it with my supernatural Indian sense! In my mind's eye he is riding a massive Appaloosa stallion; its mane and tail are decorated with feathers, ribbons and beads. Under the sun Moosie's hair has the sheen of a raven's wing and is longer than ever, parted in the middle, of course. He is not wearing a shirt either, but for him that's okay, preferable in fact. I don't know why some Indian guys don't like wearing shirts but they should seriously consider it. No one wants to look at faded old tats on a basketball belly covered in sparse grey hairs.
Now let me continue… Moosie is carrying an intricately beaded staff in his left hand that documents his bravery in battle and his many daring acts of love. Vividly colored pictographs are carved in it so Moosie can keep track of his astonishing volume of progeny and what days the mother's get paid. He is all dressed up for the reunion wearing patent leather, black fringed leggings with a formal black velvet breech cloth. Heavy silver bands studded with priceless turquoise surround his muscular upper arms and a flashy silver belt is slung low on his strong hips. MMMMMOOOOSIEEE in Tha House!
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