ROAD TRIP!!!

Monday morning started by grabbing April and hauling her to the vet for a $25.00 glance by the vet in order to procure a health certificate for her trip home to Oklahoma. The crabby old bitty thanked me by flipping out in the trailer when we got back to the farm and breaking yet another trailer tie. You gotta love mares! The DH made sure the truck and trailer were hooked up, fueled up and ready for an early morning departure complete with 3 spare tires and a socket set (?). Tuesday morning's alarm sounded much too early after a sleepless night. How can anybody be expected to sleep with a slightly psychotic cat running around the house in the middle of the night like somebody has shot her full of speed? Then the dog started. click click click went her nails on the awful Pergo flooring. Back and forth to get a drink of water she went. I finally chased her into the oldest tax deductions room and closed her neurotic water drinking ass in there. Ahhh! Sleep at last! And then the damned alarm started screaming. I slither out of my covers while coming to terms with the fact that I will not be putting on makeup and doing my hair like a real person. Jeans, t-shirt (with hole) ponytail and hiking boots and I am good. Pretty? NO Presentable? In some company maybe.



I get over to the farm and it is still dark. As I turn on my geeky little baseball cap light and open the gate, Rent-A-Donkey starts braying. Loudly. I turn to her and damned if she isn't headed right toward me a little too fast and very much a little too pissed off. She had her ears back, her tail up, neck stretched out and was hollering at me at the top of her little pregnant lungs. I would like the record to show that this fat girl can move if given proper motivation and honey, I was properly motivated! As I arrived at April's stall she is too freaked out by my light to move so catching her was a breeze despite the trailer attached to the noisily idling diesel truck. She loaded no problem and off we went to pick up my travelling buddy for the day.



I arrive at Jan's a hair past 7 (well maybe like 30 minutes late, damned snooze button). Out she comes all bouncy and happy down her driveway. She gets to the truck and she has her hair done. And makeup. And her clothes match. And she doesn't have holes. And I think I may have to hate her for looking so neat and perky this early in the morning. Off to Oklahoma we go by way of the first Starbuck's we can find. We had a very chatty and nice ride up to Joleen's with only one potty stop which isn't bad for two caffeinated girls.

Once at Joleen's we unloaded a very confused horse to the great joy of a very happy stallion. No nookie for you Bud! Jan grabbed her high falootin' camera and Joleen proceeded to walk us around to introduce Jan to all her gorgeous horses. Jan got a crash course in color genetics that I am sure sunk in to the point that she could relay it in her sleep. Jan was especially taken with Brunhilda, one of Joleen's splashsabinoframereallypretty horses. Truthfully, beyond sabino I just know that Brunhilda is one cool looking chick. Jan was playing photographer extraordinaire. Just ask her to see the pictures she took. HUH JAN????

After the tour we sat in the grass and played with the quite personable 'Dog' and chatted with Joleen for much too short of a time. Jan and I loaded up and headed back home to the good side of the river before the storms hit. We were both pretty whipped from the day but I know I certainly enjoyed it! Thanks for going Jan!!!!

Double Whammy

So the bitch in England that I bought my much debated and anticipated Barefoot Cheyenne saddle from stiffed me. I got my refund from Paypal today and did what any responsible girl would do. I bought another Cheyenne. And a shiny matching high dollar saddle pad. I am so jazzed about this saddle. I have been sitting the fence getting one because out of the eight thousand saddles I have bought for Shaqerriae NONE FIT! I have decided that if my fat ass cannot ride in a treeless then I either need to not ride her or get in shape once and for all. Well, I need to get in shape at any rate and that 3rd glass of Pinot Grigio I just had is not helping that particular cause. Anyhoo ( I loathe that term) I bought both and the seller is Fed-Exing them for free to me. Since I overshot my budget and am now broke I am taking donations of a girth, leathers and irons. That or can someone distract Di so I can raid her tackroom? See my saddle and pad? Ain't they purty? Lucky me my Zilco matches the pad!

B.R.S.

David, I love you and will forever miss you.

Machovsky, David "Guido" Funeral services for David "Guido" Machovsky, 46, of Wills Point, are scheduled for 2:00 p.m. Tuesday, March 3, 2009, at Allan Fuller Funeral Home Chapel in Wills Point with Rev. Benny Chaffin officiating. Interment will follow at New Hope Cemetery near Wills Point. He passed away late Friday night, February 27, 2009, at his residence. David was born May 5, 1962, in Garland, Texas, the son of Clarence Patrick Machovsky and Mary Ann Supak Machovsky. He was raised in Garland and Caldwell. In 1981, he graduated from North Garland High School and later from DeVry University in Irving. Throughout the 1980's, he was employed as an iron worker in many facets. David changed his profession in 1993 and became a tower hand in the telecommunications field. Before his illness, he earned his position as executive vice-president of Charys Holding Company in Atlanta, Georgia. On April 3, 1993, he married Deana Marie Rynders Shields in Dallas. He lived in Garland prior to moving to Wills Point 91/2 years ago. David was a member of Round'em Up Cowboy Church in Wills Point and a member of the Iron Worker's Union. He enjoyed boating, fishing, woodworking, welding, guns and horses. He also loved being with family, friends and watching westerns starring John Wayne. Preceded in death by his grandparents, John & Julie Machovsky; Charlie & Mary Supak; Floyd & Ruth Johnson and his father-in-law, Dean Rynders. David is survived by his wife, Deana Marie Machovsky, of Wills Point; father, Clarence "Mac" Machovsky & wife, Bea, of McKinney; mother, Mary Ann Humphries & husband, George, of Port Aransas; son, Jeffrey Shields Jr. & fiancee, Carrie Ihde, of McKinney; 2 daughters, Kati Machovsky & fiance, Anthony Providenti, of Pocono Summit, PA and Holly Shields & fiance, Lance LyBrand, of Wills Point; 3 brothers, John Machovsky, of Wills Point, Mike Machovsky, of Port Aransas and Frank Machovsky, of Corpus Christi; sister, Catherine Machovsky, of Plano; step-brother, Floyd Smith, of Raleigh, NC; step-sister, Tami Wilson, of McKinney; mother-in-law, Nancy Rynders, of Dallas; brother-in-law, Kevin Rynders & wife, Shelly, of Garland; many nieces and nephews and his pets, Samson, Hobo and Dollar. Pallbearers: John Machovsky, Mike Machovsky, Frank Machovsky, Jeffrey Shields, Jr., Tim Pelton and Lonnie Blackwell. Sympathy tributes may be made to the National Brain Tumor Society, East Coast Office, 124 Watertown Street, Suite 2D, Watertown, MA 02472. Family will receive friends at the funeral home Monday evening from 6:00 - 8:00 p.m. Allan Fuller Funeral Home 205 Hwy. 64 Wills Point, TX (903) 873-3933 www.allanfullerfuneralhome.com

I Shall Return

For the few lonely souls that wonder where I have gone: I am dealing with the painful loss of a friend. He was more than a friend. He was a part of my family. Until I can deal with the huge hole in my heart I just need some time. I'll post again soon when the tears ease.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LENNA!!!!!!!!!!!!

You go girl. Shake that booty and party like nobody is watching! I hope you have a wonderful day. (And I hope you are still talking to me after seeing this.)

Note to cyber friends: No, my mom's name isn't Lenna but she would be even madder if I told you it was Ethel. The picture is circa 1991. The ole gal won't shake her money maker much these days. She doesn't even get a real birthday this year, or next year or the year after. She had to be special and be a leap year baby. Saves me from buying her a gift every year!

Mom, I love you and wish you all the best!

An Apology

Dear Colon, I am writing with an advanced apology over what I am about to put you through. See, I promised myself I was gonna try to do an endurance ride in 2 months from today. How do you factor into that you ask? Well in an effort to make myself a bit less like a Blue Whale on my precious Arabian mare I thought I would get back to eating healthy. And taking supplements. Supplements that clean out and detox you, my colon, dear friend. This will only require an inconvenience on your part for 7 days. I plead with you to please be patient and have mercy on me. I ask that you take great care to not punish me for all that I have forced upon you in the way of chili, salsa, extra jalapenos on my nachos and the like. I will be better to you in the future, I promise. Please, be nice. Please.

My farrier not so gently reminded me today that my ride was in 2 months! How in the hell did that happen?? I am so very not ready. I have eaten salads and fruits and vegetables and gained 2 pounds. This ride is going to kill me. At the grocery today I noticed an innocent little display of "Slimquick weight loss jump start kits". Hmm. sounds reasonable enough. Especially if you are your cell phone and not really paying attention to what you are buying. That part is always more fun to do when you get home. Well, evidently my "kit" wants me to detox my colon before I take the weight loss supplement. Ooh this should be fun. I have never detoxed any part of my being before. It sounds a bit ominous.

With all that said, I ate my turkey and avocado sandwich and swallowed 4 non-descript capsules that are currently on their way to rid my body off all the ills I have put it through. Dear God, I hope I bought enough toilet paper.

Shaqerriae, this is all for you baby. Never let it be said momma doesn't love you!

Just Between Friends

It is a great thing indeed to have a friend. I am fortunate enough to enjoy a nice circle of them. We all have friends that we rely on for different things. You have the friend that will tell you that yes, as a matter of a fact, your butt does look big in those jeans. You have the friend that will indulge you in your rants about your husband/boyfriend/job/other friend, etc. There is always the enabler friend ready to whisk off at a moment's notice to assist you in doing whatever it is you should not be doing, especially when it means acquiring something horsey. And on the list goes. A good friend is a good confidente. There isn't much not shared when you and your friends are thick as thieves. Not even the process by which you wipe your butt.


It all started innocently enough over my third cup of coffee during a phone call to Di. She and I are President and Vice-President of an Arabian breeders/owners club. We needed to nail down a date for a dressage show we are putting on among other club matters. We haggled and fussed and found our show date. We co-composed important emails. We were doing work. And then it happened. I peed whilst on the phone. Now this in and of itself is no big deal. Girls, we ALL pee while on the phone to our friends. And quite possibly our husbands and mothers. How in the name of all that is Holy did the conversation ever turn to the amount and usage of toilet paper I will never know. But turn it did. All club business was immediately suspended as we certainly had something far more pressing to delve into. And as is the habit of Di and I, we delved deep.
Di, much to my amazement is a folder of toilet paper. She commented that she takes great pride to fold her tissue just so. Carefully she selects 3 squares of her tissue and neatly folds it, ready for use. Now let me tell you, if I took 3 squares, folded or not, that mess would disappear up the Great Divide that is my ass so fast your head would spin. When asked how she got the job done with 3 lone squares she stated that she sometimes went for a second set of 3 squares. I did find it quite interesting to note that she was unable to tell me if she folded accordian style or over and over. I admire her resolve to be so neat and tidy in the privy but I still have yet to wrap my mind around the concept of folding.
It is a good thing I have strong plumbing as I am a wadder. I want to grab hold of that Charmin strong and let her roll. Give me a big fluffy wad. No counting, no folding, no going back for seconds. Let's just get this done.


Now the argument was made by her in that she is able (as a folder) to fold the used over and have a clean side. "But you have more surface area if you wad" I reply. "Besides if you get a big enough wad you can fold it over". I think it is at this point that my dear unshakable friend shuddered. The mere thought of a wad of toilet paper coming toward her naked butt is enough to give her the heebee jeebiees. I don't understand it. I guess as neither of us has to rely on the other to wipe our respective whoo-whoos then I guess we can live and let live. It does make me wonder though, what type of friends do I have that will fold their tp? OK you nosy readers. Are you folders or wadders????? And don't lie.