Once a year check in? Loooong and booooring,....
Well, It's been a while. I keep thinking I'm going to sit a bit and write something witty and entertaining to catch up, and then I get sucked into reading other people's journals and the next thing I know, I'm out of time and inspiration. I have a really baaaad memory so you would think I would at least type something for myself every once in a while so I could read back over it and go, "Oh, yea,.... That happened!" But I was never a journaler or diary keeper. So what you get here is a lot of free association as I poke around in mah brain custards for something,...
The kid continues to be a delight. She's a phenomenal person and has grown into an amazing adult. And I'm not just saying that because I am her mom, =-) Earlier this year was a bit scary; late last year a mass was discovered in her abdomen and by the time financing was arranged, (4 months later; no insurance and she had to take medical leave from work,) the mass was the size of a small watermelon; 16 lbs! (I will remind everyone that my mom passed away as the victim of ovarian cancer so I was understandably shaken.) She looked 8 months pregnant. But everything came out o.k. (har har!) It turned out to be an endometrium, which is really gross but not cancerous so I won't describe it here. Ya wanna know, Google it. But she's down an ovary and Doc says she has to have all her kids by the time she's 30 because she may have to lose the hardware due to encroaching endometriosis.
She has meet an awesome man and they are getting married April 1, 2011! We love him; did I mention that he is so very awesome? He's tall, handsome, hard working, has never done an illicit drug in his life, ex Air Force and works for East Harley Davidson, Orlando, and we get all sorts of nifty Harley stuff! It's about time things went well for her. She and I are enjoying wedding stuff; the guys, maybe not so much, LOL! Although Eric is very pleased that she asked him to walk her down the isle. Her bio father was never much there for her at best, and at worst was a total asshole to her. Eric loves her so this makes me happy, too.
I'm still unemployed. Been unemployed for a year and 10 months. No one needs artists, sculptors or creatives. Although, I did trade sculpting for a car, go me! It's a greeny-blue Skylark with only 50,000 miles on it and very little personality. I really miss my pick up truck!!!!!
Speaking of cars, all of ours are P.O.S.'s but they are paid off. After Eric hit a pig two years ago and got that fixed, 6 months later he hit a palm tree. Then we got his cataracts fixed. But not the front of the Dakota, so there's still an ugly dent in the front. It adds to our redneck charm, I am sure. The Mustang is slowly being absorbed into the Florida jungle. It's disappearing under a mound of Virginia creeper and oak tree detritus. The engine is great, but the driver's side door won't shut, the driver's seat isn't attached any more, the rag top is, well, a rag, the glass fell out, the cat lives in it and the paint is dull. It really needs to go away, but Eric loves it so and swears that one day he will fix it up.
The Skylark is the 'newest' car, and even it has cosmetic problems; the driver's side door wouldn't open so my brother took a crowbar to the front quarter panel trapping the edge of the door and bent it out. I can escape, but it ain't a pretty fix.
I still have no horse trailer. I get a wedding for Jax instead, =-) Oh well,.... I can usually cajole a friend into hauling my fat asses around with the offer of a tank of gas or three.
The house is an utter horror, and I mean that. There's boxes and stuff piled every where with trails through stuff. I have given up and just keep the kitchen and guest bathroom sorta clean. I used to hate to invite people over; I would try to organize and clean and it was a miserable failure. Now I just don't invite people over unless they've been here before. My husband doesn't understand why this stresses me so much and why I don't get off my ass and do something about it. It's not that easy, is all I can say. I'm a pretty happy person, but my house depresses me so much,...
To compliment the house, the yard and pastures are overgrown horrors, too. We sold the tractor to pay for Stella's colic surgery so nothing gets mowed or dragged unless we have our friend Orson over with his tractor, and the grass is taller than Eric! He has a life and pastures of his own to mow so it isn't fair to keep calling on him. The garden tractor died four years ago and it's never been repaired properly despite the multitude of trips into the shop.
The horses are all fat and happy, even though their pasture is the pits. They get a free choice hay round every 5 days and Gwyn thinks it is her personal hay round. She paws at it, and rolls in it and sliiiiiides down the side like a cat. My friend Amy took a video that's pretty funny; you can here me cackling in the background. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltg2eI-VEX0
Blanche is starting to barely show her age. She's slower when dinking about the pasture and lets the fillies do all the running and bucking and kicking. She only does it herself every once in a while. The vet was out for a mild colic she had, and discovered she has a heart murmur and when stressed, arrhythmia. Apparently a murmur isn't that unusual for an older horse as the valves get a bit leaky from wear and tear, but the arrhythmia is a bit worrisome. Especially when Blanche still acts like a 3 year old goob when out trail riding! I'm to keep on riding her and doing whatever, says the vet. Nothing to do about it but keep an eye on her. I also had to keep her a little ribby throughout the summer to help with heat exchange. A fat horse can overheat easier and die, and she doesn't sweat very well. One with heart problems doesn't need any extra stress. I keep waiting for the SPCA to roll into my yard again about a skinny horse.
Speaking of skinny, fugly horse, Nyx looks divine!!! She finally looks like a filled out horse and not a little body on stilts! Her chest has widened enough that the size of her feet are no longer the only thing that keeps her knees from touching, and her barrel is pleasingly round. She looks balanced at last, and has reached 16.2 hh. As she is only 4, I expect her to grow another inch eventually. Now if she would only grow her hair back! She's half bald still from the brittle transitional hair as she roans out; thank you App gene,...
Gwyn continues to be everyone's favorite jock. She's just beautiful. Her face healed up amazingly well from the snake bite; you can hardly tell it happened at all. I may be losing her to a new home, which makes me sad because I will miss her so, but happy because she will have an amazing new life. My friends Amy and Eric are moving to Seattle, Washington, and as Amy loves the Goober Pony with all her heart she wants to buy her and take her with. Amy's gotta get a job first, but even if she doesn't, I suspect she will continue to seek employment and send for Gwyn later. (Anyone have a job for a scientist in Washington State?)
Speaking of Amy and Eric, I will miss them horribly when they move. We've only known them for a few short years but I have grown to love them so and their moving away will leave a void that will be impossible to fill. I can't think about it or I start to cry,... But this is a great opportunity for them and they need to take it!
The deer are still the deer. Rose's fawn didn't survive this year; it appeared it had died from complications relating to a severe umbilical hernia. That made me sad; even though I'm gonna have a hunter friend put an arrow through the heart when it's 2 and put it in the freezer, I hate when the cute little fawns die. They are ridiculously mean to each other, always biting and butting and striking each other. We lose one every other year from the abuse. Rose will walk past one of the yearlings and just,.. bite it! and keep walking. I guess she is the matriarch and she has to remind them? The buck's antlers look like crap; spindly with hardly any palmating at the top. I blame inbreeding. I wouldn't be surprised if one year we got a viable two headed fawn. I also would think that it was super neat! (Guilty secret, I love freaks of Nature!!) As the days get colder they get fuzzier and they all have the look of plush toys right now. It's very cute! Next Spring it will look horrible because they will molt in clumps!
Eric's job is doing great. Even though he is a direct at NASA, he's a GS 14 so he's safe. Also, he works on ground support so no matter WHO makes spaceships, ya still have to have a spaceport to launch'em from! And Kennedy is placed where it's at because of several geographical properties that facilitate such a thing. he's been working overtime as a matter of fact,...
I'm going to be 50 in almost 7 months,...
Well, this is too long already,...
The kid continues to be a delight. She's a phenomenal person and has grown into an amazing adult. And I'm not just saying that because I am her mom, =-) Earlier this year was a bit scary; late last year a mass was discovered in her abdomen and by the time financing was arranged, (4 months later; no insurance and she had to take medical leave from work,) the mass was the size of a small watermelon; 16 lbs! (I will remind everyone that my mom passed away as the victim of ovarian cancer so I was understandably shaken.) She looked 8 months pregnant. But everything came out o.k. (har har!) It turned out to be an endometrium, which is really gross but not cancerous so I won't describe it here. Ya wanna know, Google it. But she's down an ovary and Doc says she has to have all her kids by the time she's 30 because she may have to lose the hardware due to encroaching endometriosis.
She has meet an awesome man and they are getting married April 1, 2011! We love him; did I mention that he is so very awesome? He's tall, handsome, hard working, has never done an illicit drug in his life, ex Air Force and works for East Harley Davidson, Orlando, and we get all sorts of nifty Harley stuff! It's about time things went well for her. She and I are enjoying wedding stuff; the guys, maybe not so much, LOL! Although Eric is very pleased that she asked him to walk her down the isle. Her bio father was never much there for her at best, and at worst was a total asshole to her. Eric loves her so this makes me happy, too.
I'm still unemployed. Been unemployed for a year and 10 months. No one needs artists, sculptors or creatives. Although, I did trade sculpting for a car, go me! It's a greeny-blue Skylark with only 50,000 miles on it and very little personality. I really miss my pick up truck!!!!!
Speaking of cars, all of ours are P.O.S.'s but they are paid off. After Eric hit a pig two years ago and got that fixed, 6 months later he hit a palm tree. Then we got his cataracts fixed. But not the front of the Dakota, so there's still an ugly dent in the front. It adds to our redneck charm, I am sure. The Mustang is slowly being absorbed into the Florida jungle. It's disappearing under a mound of Virginia creeper and oak tree detritus. The engine is great, but the driver's side door won't shut, the driver's seat isn't attached any more, the rag top is, well, a rag, the glass fell out, the cat lives in it and the paint is dull. It really needs to go away, but Eric loves it so and swears that one day he will fix it up.
The Skylark is the 'newest' car, and even it has cosmetic problems; the driver's side door wouldn't open so my brother took a crowbar to the front quarter panel trapping the edge of the door and bent it out. I can escape, but it ain't a pretty fix.
I still have no horse trailer. I get a wedding for Jax instead, =-) Oh well,.... I can usually cajole a friend into hauling my fat asses around with the offer of a tank of gas or three.
The house is an utter horror, and I mean that. There's boxes and stuff piled every where with trails through stuff. I have given up and just keep the kitchen and guest bathroom sorta clean. I used to hate to invite people over; I would try to organize and clean and it was a miserable failure. Now I just don't invite people over unless they've been here before. My husband doesn't understand why this stresses me so much and why I don't get off my ass and do something about it. It's not that easy, is all I can say. I'm a pretty happy person, but my house depresses me so much,...
To compliment the house, the yard and pastures are overgrown horrors, too. We sold the tractor to pay for Stella's colic surgery so nothing gets mowed or dragged unless we have our friend Orson over with his tractor, and the grass is taller than Eric! He has a life and pastures of his own to mow so it isn't fair to keep calling on him. The garden tractor died four years ago and it's never been repaired properly despite the multitude of trips into the shop.
The horses are all fat and happy, even though their pasture is the pits. They get a free choice hay round every 5 days and Gwyn thinks it is her personal hay round. She paws at it, and rolls in it and sliiiiiides down the side like a cat. My friend Amy took a video that's pretty funny; you can here me cackling in the background. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ltg2eI-VEX0
Blanche is starting to barely show her age. She's slower when dinking about the pasture and lets the fillies do all the running and bucking and kicking. She only does it herself every once in a while. The vet was out for a mild colic she had, and discovered she has a heart murmur and when stressed, arrhythmia. Apparently a murmur isn't that unusual for an older horse as the valves get a bit leaky from wear and tear, but the arrhythmia is a bit worrisome. Especially when Blanche still acts like a 3 year old goob when out trail riding! I'm to keep on riding her and doing whatever, says the vet. Nothing to do about it but keep an eye on her. I also had to keep her a little ribby throughout the summer to help with heat exchange. A fat horse can overheat easier and die, and she doesn't sweat very well. One with heart problems doesn't need any extra stress. I keep waiting for the SPCA to roll into my yard again about a skinny horse.
Speaking of skinny, fugly horse, Nyx looks divine!!! She finally looks like a filled out horse and not a little body on stilts! Her chest has widened enough that the size of her feet are no longer the only thing that keeps her knees from touching, and her barrel is pleasingly round. She looks balanced at last, and has reached 16.2 hh. As she is only 4, I expect her to grow another inch eventually. Now if she would only grow her hair back! She's half bald still from the brittle transitional hair as she roans out; thank you App gene,...
Gwyn continues to be everyone's favorite jock. She's just beautiful. Her face healed up amazingly well from the snake bite; you can hardly tell it happened at all. I may be losing her to a new home, which makes me sad because I will miss her so, but happy because she will have an amazing new life. My friends Amy and Eric are moving to Seattle, Washington, and as Amy loves the Goober Pony with all her heart she wants to buy her and take her with. Amy's gotta get a job first, but even if she doesn't, I suspect she will continue to seek employment and send for Gwyn later. (Anyone have a job for a scientist in Washington State?)
Speaking of Amy and Eric, I will miss them horribly when they move. We've only known them for a few short years but I have grown to love them so and their moving away will leave a void that will be impossible to fill. I can't think about it or I start to cry,... But this is a great opportunity for them and they need to take it!
The deer are still the deer. Rose's fawn didn't survive this year; it appeared it had died from complications relating to a severe umbilical hernia. That made me sad; even though I'm gonna have a hunter friend put an arrow through the heart when it's 2 and put it in the freezer, I hate when the cute little fawns die. They are ridiculously mean to each other, always biting and butting and striking each other. We lose one every other year from the abuse. Rose will walk past one of the yearlings and just,.. bite it! and keep walking. I guess she is the matriarch and she has to remind them? The buck's antlers look like crap; spindly with hardly any palmating at the top. I blame inbreeding. I wouldn't be surprised if one year we got a viable two headed fawn. I also would think that it was super neat! (Guilty secret, I love freaks of Nature!!) As the days get colder they get fuzzier and they all have the look of plush toys right now. It's very cute! Next Spring it will look horrible because they will molt in clumps!
Eric's job is doing great. Even though he is a direct at NASA, he's a GS 14 so he's safe. Also, he works on ground support so no matter WHO makes spaceships, ya still have to have a spaceport to launch'em from! And Kennedy is placed where it's at because of several geographical properties that facilitate such a thing. he's been working overtime as a matter of fact,...
I'm going to be 50 in almost 7 months,...
Well, this is too long already,...