Saturday, July 31, 2010
It's my mom and dad, I'm pretty sure before I was born, so taken circa 1973-1975. Please take note of my dad's pose.
Fast forward a little over ten years:
My dad, with my sister and brother.
It's like they didn't ever even move him. They just changed the couch, the background, and gave him a hair cut. The funniest part of all this is he still sits like that, to this day.
I think we're due for another picture.
Taking comfort in the consistency that is Dad,
Friday, July 30, 2010
Now, now, no smart alec remarks about already being crazy. Dorks.
This weekend was supposed to be about mowing. I planned to mow the entire place, including the pens, so the grass could get some nice, thick growth before winter.
Isn't it depressing to think that we're already planning for winter?
Anyway, rental mower is still broken, so I try to find a belt for the John Deere, but I end up having to order that--it will be here in a week. I try to rent a mower in one of the surrounding towns, but they either don't offer them or won't rent to "that far." Gotta love small
So, mowing is out and my plans are in the outhouse. Don't these people know that next weekend I have a trailer to pick up? Don't they know that my dad will be off work and I'm sure we'll be working on the garage roof? Don't they know that mowing next weekend is not convenient? And that mowing this weekend is? Don't they know the world revolves around this single issue right now?
Whoa. That was not a pretty color on me.
So...ok...rather than feel thwarted, I will press on! I will feel accomplished this weekend, one way or another, by golly!! Here's my plan, man:
I would work on the arena fence, but the rock is as hard as a ground. Wait...strike that. Reverse it.
So, instead I'll finish the fencing I started last weekend, to seperate Fabian from his mean ole sisters. Pounding in the t-posts will still be hard work, but nothing like trying to dig into the hard ground.
Then feet...I need to get all the horses caught up on their farrier work!! I did work on Paula the other day, but was sweating so bad in the 100+ heat and humidity that I only got her fronts done. I'll feel accomplished if I can get everyone's manicures done.And then I'll need a manicure, too, but that's ok.
You might recall that I had planned on reroofing the old garage, but we've since scrapped that and are reroofing the larger garage. This puppy will eventually be torn down, or set on fire, or both.
Then all the horses need a day of beauty, as well: brushed, bathed, clipped, and spritzed.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Sometimes they are indifferent,
Sometimes they wrestle,
Sometimes they snuggle,
And sometimes they inflict brutal carnage upon each other.
Then they opt to give each other distance,
And even attempt to go their seperate ways.
But then they decide to give it another go...
...and it works for a few seconds...
before it starts all over again.
I'd attempt to intervene, but I'm with Charlie.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
1. In 1995 I had my leg pinned between my Honda CRX and a BMW. I couldn't walk for well over a day at all on that leg, but I absolutely would not go to the hospital.
Just walk it off.
2. When I was about 12 or so, my brother (who was about 5 at the time and didn't know better--or did he?) stabbed me in the back with a pencil. The lead broke off and lodged itself in there, about an inch from my spine. I don't even think I mentioned it to my parents until it started causing me problems.
4. Then there's the multitude of horse-accidents: being thrown, attacked, drug, trampled, struck, bitten, and kicked.
I'm really probabably not a true iatrophobe, but I would rather just completely avoid the whole doctor/needle/hospital thing if at all possible, whenever possible. I have no idea why I'm such a wuss, except that perhaps because I've been blessed with such good health that my lack of exposure to medicine is what gives me anxiety over it.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
The above sunset wasn't even edited in any way--totally straight from the camera. I just got lucky!
Of course, the dogs are always some of my favorite subjects, and I'll always remember Samson just like he was in this picture.
Even when she's in her winter woolies, she can provide a great shot, that reminds me of what she means to me, and how wonderful both her parents were.
I have hundreds of photos of Eddie, and of course I cherish every one, but this one--this one makes me miss him the most.
Monday, July 26, 2010
As you may or may not have heard, I got a trailer yesterday.
This involved driving for over three hours after we had worked outside for all of Sunday morning, looking at the trailer, negotiating, failing to negotiate, driving away, turning around, driving back, negotiating again, and then actually purchasing the trailer.
I need to mention that the lady that sold us the trailer had the most adorable little Yorkie (almost) ever. I write (almost) because Darlene's little Yorkie Sugar is truly the most adorable Yorkie ever. I just felt like I should explain myself.
Anywho...this dog was quite a character and a memorable part of our visit. So was the fact that this lady was so stead-fast on her price. Don't get me wrong--she was very straight-forward and honest, accomidating and very welcoming, plus she's offered to meet me half-way when I pick up the trailer. This last fact is incredibly kind of her, because I never even asked.
On our way back, I set the odometer to see what halfway would be. Unfortunately for me it is well into Oklahoma. Oklahoma roads suck.
This is not personal opinion. This is a fact.
So, it's late, Dad and I are exhausted, I'm giddy over the trailer, we have a long drive ahead of us and we're trying to keep talking about something--anything--to keep ourselves awake.
I mention it would be nice if I could talk the seller into meeting me at the Kansas border.
Dad says, "just tell her you're on probation."
I mention how that might not work, considering she's already seen me in Oklahoma.
Dad says, "just tell her I'm your probation officer, and I can't go with you in two weeks, so she'll have to meet you in Kansas."
I ask him what if she asked what I would be on probation for.
Dad says, "Tell her that you beat up the last person who was selling a horse trailer and wouldn't come down on their price."
Then he says, "then tell her: 'You'd better come down on your price, or I'll beat you up...'"
And I pipe in: "And you're little dog, too!"
Thank God we made it to Kansas. We just don't belong in Oklahoma.
17. Got a good start on the arena fence.
18. I got a new addition to our canine family (Russell).