A Good Day

Yes, A Good Day Was Had By All

Today was revolutionary. J Lots of smiles and happiness about. I swear, one or more of my ancestress must have been bitten by a vampire… or a werewolf… or have consumed some poison tea. Something. We’re coming up to a full moon in another week and a half or so, and I have gone haywire! Everything. Ugh. It’s so bloody exhausting. But at least I know why now! Makes life so much easier. 

Moving on. 

I drove the little zippy car today. Smiles, shivers and overall contentment. I love that car. Hopefully I can talk my cousin into letting me drag race his Camaro… now, that’s some serious car right there. I’ll have to get pictures soon. 

I wanted to ride today. The weather decided to give us a chance to thaw out, and it was relatively warm outside. Didn’t get around to it. Tomorrow though, I vow. I’m going through some serious withdrawals. I haven’t been on my horse in so long, she’s probably going to laugh at me when I try to pull my fat ass up in the saddle. Forget my usual grace that came from 17 years of hard riding. 

I need to trim the other four.. Sheebah looks good. Her feet have drastically improved from one year ago. Now I just need to get the other four up to her level. Time, lots of time. They’re really not terribly bad off, but since I haven’t been able to work with them consistently since I’ve moved up here, they seem to think that you’re supposed to fight the pedicurist every second. “If you’re going to be a leg,” they say, “well then dammit, quit bitching and be a leg! Don’t expect me to hold myself up when I ONLY have three left…”. Right. That’s what I’m in the process of remedying. And can they be petite, light little Arabs? No. they’re fat lazy quarter horses. Lol. Wouldn’t trade them for the world though. 

A little food for thought for you horse lovers.

You Know You’re A Horse Lover When…

*Your horse gets shoes more often than you do.

especially during Mardi Gras season. I’d put down 200 without blinking for barium and steel, yet I can’t remember the last time I actually had a new pair of shoes. 

*You're trying to get around a slow walking person and instead of saying "Excuse me," you cluck at them instead.

I’ve actually been yelled at for this. 

*You say "Whoa" to the dog.

guilty. And to the young cousins. 

*You pull change from your pocket at work, and hay falls all over.

of course? I still find horse treats in my winter jacket pockets. 

*Books and movies are ruined for you if horsemanship references are incorrect.

I cannot stand it if they’re wrong!!!! Or if the horses are an obvious switch, like in Hidalgo. 

*You actually get to a point where flies don't bother you so much.

they still drive the mother crazy, but don’t bother me much at all. 

*Your mother, who has no grandchildren, gets cards addressed to Grandma, signed by the horses.

but of course. 

*You kick the car floor and cluck to make it go.

and pull on the steering wheel while squeezing your thighs and sinking slightly deeper into the seat to make it stop…

*Your friends have to move your saddle or horse blanket out of the seat every time they get in your car.

Guilty. 

*Your non-horsey friend gives you a funny look after glancing into the back seat of your car, and you realize he's noticed your whips and spurs.

I still catch hell about this. Although the ex didn’t mind it too bad, lol.

*Your sole purpose in buying five pounds of coffee is to use the can as a grain scoop.

so when you get home, you dump the coffee out into a plastic baggie and take the can to the barn. 

*You stop channel surfing at Budweiser Clydesdale commercials.

those Clydesdales are so cute…

*You have more pictures of your horses in your office than you have of your family.

actually, I don’t think I had any pics of anything but my horse…

*Your horse seems the right choice when you need to talk something out with someone.

they always listen and never judge. What more do you want?

*You can find your boots in the dark by the aroma.

LOL guilty…

*You get a little whiff of the smell of leather and breathe deeper to get the full impact. 

every time. Every. Time. 

*You drive by ANY field ANYWHERE and look very hard for horses.

doesn’t matter if it’s obviously a hay field or a grain field. If it’s a golf course, it just pisses you off at such a waste of good pasture land. 

*You know more about equine nutrition than human nutrition.

sad, but true. And I’m a Massage Therapist!

*You don't even want to think about how your car would be paid for, your mortgage would be much smaller, and you might have some savings if you didn't have horses.

it’s pointed out to me regularly. But I don’t care. I’ll take the horses and the debt any day. My horses are my therapy. 

*You're totally grossed out by human hair in the sink or tub, but don't mind horse hair in your washer, on your clothes, in your food.

adds a little … ‘spice’… lol. 

For this post, that’s all. I’m probably going to post something else a little later. I’ve got to help make lamp chops and zucchini/squash for dinner. (lol, here’s another picture this:… sexy blond in a red Camaro… everyone’s watching.. She saunters her way to the grocery and slips a basket over her arm. In the produce section, she analyzes the zucchini carefully… right length… right width… right texture… then moves onto the squash. “mmm,” she thinks as she licks her lips. Two small bags of rice later, she moves to the checkout line and makes eye contact with the clerk. Smiles. Pays. Then slings her ass and hips side to side all the way back to that little zippy car. Wonder what she’s doing tonight? )

Yes, I had a few laughs at the store. Honestly though, it’s for Lamb Chops. Bon Appetite! 

Ciao, Babe.