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What a strange week. It's been awhile since I've been so stressed out. And, with the horse show comming up...it's only going to get worse. Claude keeps escaping off the porch at night. So, he lives inside until I can staple gun the screen back shut. I made a futile attempt at it last night. And, it looks like and idiot did it with an eggbeater. I'm exhausted, and if I see one more "Head On" commercial I'll blow up the tv. But we do get to go eat steak tonight to celebrate my mom's birthday. That makes it all better.

Oh, we had a real life Cops incident at the office the other day. There was a bad wreck and the guy jumped out (bleeding and all) and took off. So, there were people with guns in the yard and a police dog running all over the place. And Martha missed the whole thing!

Kathy sent me this photo and the story about the momma tiger that fostered baby pigs. This is my new favorite picture.

Rachael's Quote of the Day:

"You are very squishy. So I shall name you squishy. And you shall be my little squishy."
-Dory (Finding Nemo)

Great day in the mornin'!

I sit at the office and ponder my already busy day. Answer the phone, return calls, etc. The momma cat has gone to the vet. Hope everything turns out ok with her. The day is beautiful. Get a phone call from my mom. Holly has dug out of the pen again. I fly home. Holly is in the neighbors yard ignoring me. No, wait. She's now chasing a lady and her dog down the road barking furiously. I tear down the road calling her. She runs home. I bribe her with food into the pen. The prison break hole is patched up. I sit and sip my tea at the office watching Dr. Keith rattle on about a highly flamable subject. Why is my throat burning? I check the packet. Ginger/lemon. Hmmm.

Holly is for give away (at least until I eat lunch and feel better). I'll even take a little gray (girl/boy) kitty for her.

Snarl...Hisss

Rule #1: Never touch a pregnant woman's cake while she is holding something sharp and pointy.

So, your telling me there's a chance...

Oh yes, he came. Cole has nice shiney new shoes to show off at the horse show this weekend. And, I expect to see you there. Yeah, that means you...and you and you. The screaming section really helps. No painting of the face and chestular region guys. I'll climb up in the stands and hurt you. This is a pretty ritzy show. Official tack cleaning day tomorrow. Show up in grungy clothes and be prepared to clean saddles, pads, bridles, and scrub bits with toothpaste.

p.s.-It's finally Fall!!! I froze to death this morning as I walked out of the house in my tank top and flip flops. That means Cole is going to be psycho at the show. I should wear my seatbelt and helmet.

Vicious Rumors

Cat? What Cat? There isn't a new cat at my house...what? She doesn't live at my barn with Cole (in order to eat the mice) and she sure isn't a no-tail cat. I can also assure you she didn't beat the royal junk out of Claude. She isn't Tabby and she isn't very cute. Oh, and she isn't female. And...she isn't going to the vet in a few weeks to get spayed. So, don't come visit the new cat...the not new cat...that doesn't live accross the road.

Saturday Night Madness

I won't say what happened today. But in case the lawyers ask...I didn't ride horses with John...and I didn't send him to the Urgent Care.
On a different note, a fox got 2 of Martha's chickens yesterday. Swoop is ok but got her feathers plucked. The buff orffington didn't get off so easy. She has head trauma but so far is living. It's true...you CAN feed a chicken with a syringe. We got a ton of antibiotics into her so I hope once the swelling goes down and her eyes open back up, she'll be ok (or as ok as a chicken with head trauma can be). She's living on Martha's porch in a fluffy cage.
Well, I don't feel great so I'm going to go lie down for like the 10th time today.

If you would like to send condolences to the injured...John wants ice cream and the chicken wants the fox dead.

Blog amendment: A boy I know just ran his car into my horse fence, went all the way under it, and just took out the bottom strand. Horse fence fixers of the world UNITE!

A Thursday of Fun!

As of this morning....this is my kidney. I'll be chugging liquids forever. Water drop off at Rachael's house for the next few days. This sort of eclipses the broken foot. So, now I limp bent over. End of ailments...till the next one.

Feliz Cumpleanos

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MARTHA!!! Happily married...having a baby...thank goodness you're older than me. Otherwise, I'd feel like a real loser.

The Run-Around

I found these pictures on Martha's camera. I have some massive blackmail material of, well, pretty much everyone in the group. But, the beach trip was definitely worth it.

I have nothing else to say. Perhaps later. So, bye!

Look what the Stork brought!

Martha and Mike had the 3-D ultrasound yesterday. Now I can start measuring Noah for a little riding suit. From the side he looks like Mike but straight on he looks exactly like Martha. Too bad we don't know his eye and hair color yet. I think it'll be red (hair color...not eye color). If his eyes are red we have a big problem.

Massive Freak Wave

I want to go back. I miss it already. Was it the doing nothing that I miss so much? Or the game night? Eating lots of frozen burritos with no limit except Carroll telling me not to. Perhaps the pier at midnight. Who cares. I'm just ready to pack my suitcase...which, I haven't unpacked yet...and run back. My muscles still hurt from clinging insanely to the board (that's Body Board to Tommy) while the waves of at least 50 feet crash down on top of us.

So, I'm going back. And, you can't stop me.

Guitars and Country Stars...and me taking pictures

The plane came to a screeching halt Sunday morning...with no delays...no massive oh-my-gosh moments...and a whole lot of airline peanuts. My favorite part of flying is the take off. I tried to make Martha let go of the arm rests like she was on a roller coaster (but she wouldn't). We saw a lot of famous people on our trip to Nashville last weekend (I'm not going to drop names like Vince Gill, Little Jimmy Dickens, Eric Church, JoDee Macina, and some guy at the airport Keithan knew). Everyone out there who has never been the The Grand Ole Opry go buy tickets NOW without delay or hesitation! We had an awesome time. Yes, there were a lot of old people there. But, we fit right in with them. They played everthing from bluegrass to rock country. It was televised and on the radio (which was also pretty cool. I've always wondered how they did that). Thanks to Keithan, Miranda, oh...Oscar too, a good time was had by all.

Where's Noah?

So, we're in Nashville and this crazy guy named Keithan wanted to have a contest with pregnant Martha. Can you guess which belly Noah lives in? The winner gets a melted popsicle.

p.s.- The plane was delayed over an hour yesterday thanks to weather in Chicago. Thought we'd never get here. The best part was Martha "freaking out" when the plane landed (a little rough). Nothing like a pregnant lady with a death grip screaming "Is this normal? Is this normal?"

We went to the Country Music Hall of Fame and bought a lot of stuff. It was great. I'll give you an update on what we do tomorrow...well...tomorrow.

Ok...Time to Guess......

Leaving...on a jet plane...

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Well, VBS is over. I guess the only thing left to do is leave town. Martha and I will be winging our way to Nashville Thursday evening. It's gonna be fun. I wish I could bring Claude. But, he said he doesn't want to fly to the Country Music Capitol of the World in the belly of an aircraft. I'll bring everybody back something...or not...either way I'll be thinking about ya'll. Someone look after my stuff for me. Oh, and my truck needs to be cleaned out. Somebody do that too. And don't forget Cole. He needs his medication 2x a day. You can use the ziplock bag and the wooden oar for the boat to squish up the pills but you have to mix it in maple syrup or honey so he'll eat it. But, knock the ants off the feed scoop first because I don't think he wants to eat them too. So, I'll see ya.

Procrastinate...when you have time

My kitties are cute. Just wanted to take the opportunity to say that. The beach trip is looking better every day. 5 day clubs start in about 2 1/2 hours. Are we ready...Nope. I don't have todays Bible verse. Hang on, let me ask Martha. She was no help. I'll ask someone else. There are 5 messages on the office machine and I don't want to call them back. And, YOU can't make me. Joy just called...she's on her way with the verse. Ain't it great how things work out. I still don't want to call those people back.

Don't Mention The War...

If I see you this week, don't ask about the horse show. I would love to tell you more...but...I'm not going to. Especially about how bad my horse did. And about how stinkin' tired I am. So, I'm off to call the vet. But, don't ask why. Because it has to do with the horse show.

The End.

p.s.: don't ask Hannah either. because she'll tell you.

TULLY

I have a new kitty. No, I'm not kidding. Uncle Tommy saw her get hit in the road last night. She's a wild kitty...like Buzz. Actually, exactly like Buzz. She's going to the vet with Claude to get tested for Feline Leuk. Be back in a second for and update. Off to the vet.

Update: Tully is Feluke negative and also is Claude. However, Claude has a parasite that has to be treated with medication for 10-12 days. So, to those who own his sister who shall not be named...you may want to get her tested for this parasite (Coccidia). It can make them feel pretty bad and keep them from gaining weight. They probably picked it up from the parents. The fun part is keeping Claude from sharing the litter box with other kitties while he's getting better.

Come visit the new kitty. She will give you fleas and run away from you.

In the heeeat of the niiiiight...

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Well, it's official. Summer starts in exactly....uh, one minute ago. I'm so excited. Beautiful flowers, swimming, picnics, fantastic sunsets, summer rain, heat...bugs....mosquitoes.....termites...... hurricanes.......horrific thunderstorms........and I don't think the AC in the office is working. Ug!! When does fall come again? But, my kitties are cute. They figured out how to get in the house through an old dryer vent on the porch. So much for the whole "they have be outside only" rule. Cole lost a shoe Monday. The farrier comes this afternoon to try to patch him up so I can make the show next weekend. It's going to be a close one. He will be receiving get well cards starting at 1:30 today.

DUMP

kitty in photo not actually the new kitty...but, pretty much is

I have a new kitty. Photo coming soon. No, not Claude. But, a real new kitty. It's what happens when you go into the vet to buy cat food and a man walks in with a little black kitty he found in the road. Someone threw him out of a car. What a meanie. He was so skinny and sad. Now he lives on my porch with Claude. I'm naming him Dump but Martha and my mom call him BJ for Boo Junior. Can't wait for everyone to meet him!!!

An Ode to Chase

In case everyone hasn't heard, Chase passed away last week. We were all very sad. No longer can we compare other fat things to my 21 pound cat. Every diet on earth was unsuccessful for him. I'm pretty sure he was eating small animals and sports cars when I wasn't looking. I guess when it's your time...it's your time (being a 21lb cat who's 14ish years old doesn't help). We will miss you Chase. The yard isn't the same without you.

Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.

Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have knows.
-J.R.R. Tolkien