Um, I Don't Think So!

In a recent visit to the gynecologist I came across an concerning item. Now this wouldn't have normally caused me alarm but at this particular time I am undressing and preparing for The Exam. I'm not sure about you but the last thing I want is someone approaching my nether regions with 'Comfort Grip' exam gloves....

Here's Mud In Your Eye!

The husband was going out of town the next day for a week. We had started moving a fenceline that would enable us to access both back pastures more efficiently. We were within striking distance of having it totally finished. It HAD to be done NOW, nevermind the 6 or so inches of rain that had fallen. No problem. We loaded the youngest up in old shoes and off we went. We pulled into the back gate where there used to be an old mobile home. House is gone but the concrete foundation strip slab things remain. The youngest, Justin, stood on a strip and was thrilled to toss pebbles and rocks into a deep rut filled with water. Great! He was happy as a clam so DH and I could get to fence building. As we got involved in our work we kept an ear for Justin along with a quick glance. Evidently he either ran out of rocks or decided it was much more efficient to grab big wads of slimy pebble filled mud and throw them with force into the water. This caused thick, nasty water to splash violently. (Side note to the barn cat: I am sorry but you stupid thing ought to know better than to keep coming back after getting drenched in mud and water. You have 4 legs. Use them) The kid had mud in his hair, ears, and every other square inch of his body. His denim jeans were now whitish-grey. The shoes lost under layers of gooey clay based mud. And to top it all off he wore a smile that made the sun look faded. We finished our fence and it was time to go home. With a wet, slimy, muddy kid. We opened the back door to our poor devoted truck with it's worn out leather seats. Thank God for leather and farm trucks! A wet wash rag and it's good as new. Despite having to strip down to his nickers and a thorough scrubbing he enjoyed his mud bath. All the video games in the world could not have compared.

Spring Fever!

Spring has sprung much to the dismay of my lovely sinus passages. I am all in favor of a Federal bailout if Zyrtec starts going under! I have not blogged for a multitude of reasons. None of them would probably stand up in court but there ya go.

I have been riding Shaqerriae and actually enjoying it. This is huge to me as it was only a few weeks ago that I was apt to burst into tears just sitting on a horse. I am forever indebted to Di and Sabrina for the incredible support and patience they have shown me. I cannot count the pony rides, holding my horse while I mounted, not riding because it was too ___ (fill in the blanks). I got to ride in my time and when I felt comfortable. They understood when I mentally could not do it. How cool is that? I also have to brag on my mare. She knows I am incompetent and she takes care of me. I stay on her back because she allows me to. Certainly that sassy little Arab could have me off in milliseconds if she chose. She is my once in a lifetime horse.

As is the case with spring EVERYTHING is growing. I have mowed and mowed and mowed. I am askeered of our tractor so I mow our little farm with my riding lawnmower that I bought from a garage sale for that purpose. Piece of advice: If you see this mower for sale RUN! It leads a hard life.

Last week, we had to euthanize our beloved Doberman. We got Molly June 1, 2008. She was an awesome dog that fit right into our family as though we had her her entire life. As it was she was 6 the day we picked her up from the SPCA. She was a chronic vomiter although never with any rhyme or reason. She really got bad this last month. A vet appt revealed that she had mega esophagus and there was no cure. We took a week to let this diagnosis sink in. Molly was going downhill very quickly so we made the decision to let her go. She is now buried at our farm where she loved to run. We miss you sweet girl!

No pictures. Honestly I have been too busy with my real life to sit at the computer. Hey, that's a GOOD thing!