1. DogGus' eye buggers
2. DogGus' drool when we're eating
3. That woozy dried out ear plugged feeling when you have a cold
4. The chapped under the nose part from blowing your nose so much when you have a cold
5. Trusty's eye buggers
6. Lucky's inability to hold his male member part from almost dragging the ground and causing great embarrassment to me when he is in front of pubescent children (otherwise annoying because he is just showing off)
7. Barely 60 degrees on July 30
8. Weeds in the driveway
9. Weeds in the lawn
10. Weed in general
Bah humbug
Monday, July 30, 2012
Monday, July 23, 2012
Lots of Fun
I just realized that my last post was a lame post, so I will attempt to write a sound post. In the world of horses, you want soundness, not lameness, so let it be done.
Update to my face: Lyrica seems to take the edge off and the only side effect is that I now officially need reading glasses. Okay, that could be my age, but I'm blaming the drugs. The down side is that my insurance will not pay for the drugs even though my doctor wrote and explained that I couldn't take what they preferred. So I try to think of it as a boarding bill. $300 a month is cheap board. See, it all gets back to horses.
And about those horses: Trusty and I are having a most delightful time at Camp Korey each week. We have entertained masses of children and adults by simply showing up and eating grass. Everyone wins at this event. We've talked with those having severe cleft palates, recent organ transplants and bone disorders. Last week, an eight year old Chinese girl in a wheelchair and her sister enthralled Trusty. He walked up to her and put his head in her lap while she stroked him and told me that she and her sibling had been adopted, just like my niece, Leah. She wanted to see him jump, but there weren't any small logs or poles around, and besides, he is so fat now that he couldn't do it. One young lady with a very short torso had a super cool wheelchair that would lower to the ground so she could be even with his head. He was amazed with that and sniffed her and the chair all over, much to her delight. What I really see is how unselfconcious these kids are and how accepting they are of each other. I'm sure it's a relief to be able to just be a kid and forget about their issues. Kinda teaches you to live in the moment as well. I'm pretty sure that I'm learning more than they are this summer.
We are now in Mazama where the grass is somewhat brown, thankfully. It's been nice not to get up at 7 AM every morning to feed. They just eat, eat, eat and poop, poop, poop, then sleep. Repeat.
I have been a tad nervous with the lone coyote skulking about, but so far so good with the boys out all night. We saw him in the field next door a couple days ago, heard him singing with his buddies down valley a couple nights ago and Lily scared him up today on a walk in the Avalanche Lots. (an aside.....these are the lots a couple acres down up against Lucky Jim Bluff. Some suave developer thought that these six long skinny five acre parcels would sell like hotcakes. I'm not so sure that the incredibly large boulders that roll from the sheer granite cliffs every year to rest in someone's future home site are really a plus. Thus the name, Avalanche Lots. You're welcome.)
So now the world as I know it is at rest. Another week of golf, walks, carting, reading, racing the Ranger recklessly down the road and power napping shall commence.
Update to my face: Lyrica seems to take the edge off and the only side effect is that I now officially need reading glasses. Okay, that could be my age, but I'm blaming the drugs. The down side is that my insurance will not pay for the drugs even though my doctor wrote and explained that I couldn't take what they preferred. So I try to think of it as a boarding bill. $300 a month is cheap board. See, it all gets back to horses.
And about those horses: Trusty and I are having a most delightful time at Camp Korey each week. We have entertained masses of children and adults by simply showing up and eating grass. Everyone wins at this event. We've talked with those having severe cleft palates, recent organ transplants and bone disorders. Last week, an eight year old Chinese girl in a wheelchair and her sister enthralled Trusty. He walked up to her and put his head in her lap while she stroked him and told me that she and her sibling had been adopted, just like my niece, Leah. She wanted to see him jump, but there weren't any small logs or poles around, and besides, he is so fat now that he couldn't do it. One young lady with a very short torso had a super cool wheelchair that would lower to the ground so she could be even with his head. He was amazed with that and sniffed her and the chair all over, much to her delight. What I really see is how unselfconcious these kids are and how accepting they are of each other. I'm sure it's a relief to be able to just be a kid and forget about their issues. Kinda teaches you to live in the moment as well. I'm pretty sure that I'm learning more than they are this summer.
We are now in Mazama where the grass is somewhat brown, thankfully. It's been nice not to get up at 7 AM every morning to feed. They just eat, eat, eat and poop, poop, poop, then sleep. Repeat.
I have been a tad nervous with the lone coyote skulking about, but so far so good with the boys out all night. We saw him in the field next door a couple days ago, heard him singing with his buddies down valley a couple nights ago and Lily scared him up today on a walk in the Avalanche Lots. (an aside.....these are the lots a couple acres down up against Lucky Jim Bluff. Some suave developer thought that these six long skinny five acre parcels would sell like hotcakes. I'm not so sure that the incredibly large boulders that roll from the sheer granite cliffs every year to rest in someone's future home site are really a plus. Thus the name, Avalanche Lots. You're welcome.)
So now the world as I know it is at rest. Another week of golf, walks, carting, reading, racing the Ranger recklessly down the road and power napping shall commence.
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Go, You Vole!
Things said after 19 years of marriage and not much left to say. While driving; "Careful, careful, Captain Safety, don't drive so fast." "Go, you pig f****er!", and two favorites, courtesy of my deceased father, "Sons a bitches!" and "Creeping Jesus!". I don't know what that last one really means, but that's what he would say.
Other nonsensical sayings pertaining to us would be: "Toe, Ally, Vole". What does THAT mean? You may well ask. The Mister lost his hearing a few years ago thanks to performing in bands and gunfire in Vietnam. He told me once (well, more than once), "I love you". I told him, "I love you, though." He thought I said, "I love your toe", which is a bit confusing, because I really don't love his toes, so why would I say that? Anyway, "Toe" is code for, "I love you". Oh, so very sweet.
Once, he said, "I love most about you", to which I replied, "I love almost all about you", which means, "Ally". Are you sick now? You should be.
Then, the topper. We watched a documentary about animals that mate for life. Must have been a very slow night. We found out that Voles mate for life. Hence, "Toe, Ally, Vole."
Now you know.
Other nonsensical sayings pertaining to us would be: "Toe, Ally, Vole". What does THAT mean? You may well ask. The Mister lost his hearing a few years ago thanks to performing in bands and gunfire in Vietnam. He told me once (well, more than once), "I love you". I told him, "I love you, though." He thought I said, "I love your toe", which is a bit confusing, because I really don't love his toes, so why would I say that? Anyway, "Toe" is code for, "I love you". Oh, so very sweet.
Once, he said, "I love most about you", to which I replied, "I love almost all about you", which means, "Ally". Are you sick now? You should be.
Then, the topper. We watched a documentary about animals that mate for life. Must have been a very slow night. We found out that Voles mate for life. Hence, "Toe, Ally, Vole."
Now you know.
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