Saturday, January 30, 2016

A New Jam

Every once in a while I like to do a love of songs that I love and think you might like to hear.

  1. Wicked Twisted Road by Reckless Kelly
  2. Wrong's What I Do Best by George Jones
  3. Bad Reputation by Mike Ryan
  4. Texas Was You by Jason Aldean
  5. Guinevere by Eli Young Band
  6. Ain't No Rest For The Wicked by Cage The Elephant
  7. Angel by Shaggy
  8. Could You Be Loved by Bob Marley
  9. Elvira by The Oakridge Boys
  10. Hurt So Good by John Mellencamp
  11. I Lived by One Republic
  12. One Call Away by Charlie Puth
  13. Parachute by Chris Stapleton
  14. She's Like Texas by Josh Abbott Band
  15. Your Love by The Outfield
Hopefully there's a few here that are new to ya and now you have some new jams!

XoXo, Gussie 

Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Rope Burns & Tragic Love Stories

I've been contemplating for the last month or so about buying a url and making this shindig legit.
But I've all but decided against it.

I have nothing to sell, nothing to prove and nothing to preach.
I'm just here in case you need me.
To say that I've been there and felt that shitty, or that high.

I'm just here to get a laugh out of you and maybe sometimes a tear.
To tell you about my love of red dirt music and a couple tragic love stories.

I don't need to tell you who to be, what makeup to wear or what ropes to use.
I'm not trying to get you to use the same splint boots as me or wear your hat in the same crease.

That's not my place, that's all you.

All I'm doing is telling a story and showing off pictures of my gnarly rope burns which isn't really showing off...I really gotta get to the horn faster.

We're just laughing about cheap liquor and drunk kisses. The kind you regret.
Having a laugh about bad judgement and immature choices.

I'm just talking about fire and wind and blood and love.
That's all.

There's no need for me to take this any farther or try to make a business out of talking to you.
I'll try not to screw it up, or take it too far or get too lost.

"Don't be eye candy, be soul food."

And with that, peace out friends.

XOXO, Gussie

Tuesday, January 12, 2016


You got hurt, bad. 
You lost some pride. 
You got beat. 
You put yourself in a bad situation. 
It backfired.
And this isn't what you had mapped out in your mind. 
It wasn't supposed to happen like this, end like this or start that way. 
You're a little lost; you and some hope.
But at the end of the day we get to choose who we are.
We can't choose what happens to us, no, but we can damn sure choose who we are.
You don't have to go by what anyone thinks of you.
Can you imagine if we all really were what has been said about us?
So make something good. Have some pride in yourself.
Have a little faith in your gut feeling.
There's too many weak souls out there that just won't hold their heads up.
We've all had one or two knives pressed against our throats at one point or another.
We trusted the wrong person about 3 too many times.
But we get to choose who we are. We get to heal our old wounds and do our best to move on.
That's our choice.
We get to say goodbye.
Don't let anyone tell you any different.
Go kick some ass buttercup.

XoXo, Gussie

Tuesday, January 5, 2016

Well she said... but she meant...

"She's high maintenance."  "Snot."  "Spoiled much?" 

We've all heard it (and said it) a time or two. There's a little misinterpretation of what cowboy girls say and what she actually means. I just thought I would clarify cause we all know that she's hard to read and nobody could really ever understand her anyhow. But here's a few pointers for ya.

What she says: I want to date somebody who is handier than me.
What we think: Wow a little cocky huh? Don't get a big head there toots...
What she means: I like to rope with the boys and I hold my own alright, but when it gets 'western' I want someone who can save my ass... so it'd be a real plus if he was handier than me. 

What she says: I've rode nice horses my whole life and that's the kind I like. Good colts are fun but the ignorant ones aren't worth my time. 
What we think: So either you can't handle them or you are just no fun. We didn't all get to grow up on expensive, broke horses like you there darlin.
What she means: I've rode lots of nice horses and I put a lotta time into the horses I ride and take pride in how they handle. Project horses are pretty fun but talent grows where potential is. And on a side note, I've spent my fair share of time on shitters. See this scar. And this one. Oh, hey I forgot about that one.

What she says: Don't touch my shit.
What we think: *sudden urge to mess with something then wisely decide not to* Hmmm, a little protective there huh?
What she means: Don't touch my shit. Stop touching my leg. Please for the love, stop undoing my back cinch. Don't take my bridle off. I hate you. If you keep this up I'm going to put ketchup in your coffee. Stop braiding my horses' mane. Don't touch my shit. P.S. This is not flirting Romeo. And no, you can't ride my horse. 

What she says: No thanks.
What we think: Live a little.
What she means: Stop asking me. No thanks. One more look and I am gonna show you the super badass ring on my middle finger. 

Sometimes your yellow horse decides to become a paint.

Xoxo, Gussie