Friday, August 27, 2010

Grace - The Little Horse With The Big Spirit...

For those of you that thought Tommy was a skinny horse when we got him, there is a horse on fugly.com and facebook named "Grace - the little horse with the big spirit"....that makes Tommy look just a 'little' skinny.

This horse has HEART! (That would be about all she has... these pictures are not for the faint of heart...)

Not only does she chew with her mouth full (totally excused, by the way) nickering while she is eating, -saying her prayers and thanks while she is enjoying calories-, but she is giving the farrier a run for his money and prancing around her paddock.

Big Thumbs up for the Animal Control Officer who came to her rescue and is doing all he can to prosecute the ah,hem, 'woman' who was her owner. (And you all realize that I use that term as loosely as I am able). Maybe, by his example, and many like him, there will be more Law Enforcement and Animal Control that will stand up for the animals and prosecute those who do wrong by them.

Join her on facebook to see her amazing recovery and find out what happens to the disgusting, inexcusable waste of a human being that put her in this condition.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

Hurry Up and Wait!!!!

Working on the house. Automating the library at work. Waiting for my horse to get here.

Cooling my heels was NEVER my idea of fun. Too many things to do and have to wait for other people/ time to get here is killing me.

Worked more on the house today. Took down two cabinets, painted a wall, rebuilt one cabinet, put up the other one, tore down a section of old wall, the house is in shambles, the dishes and laundry is done.... now, waiting, waiting. It's worse than a disease. Almost.

Going back to work on the cabinet. Almost have it all put back together so I can hang it on the wall and put my books in it.....

Not wishing to wish life away, but hate waiting for the clock to tick and the calendar to turn to get to the fun things.......

I LOVE MY HUSBAND, I Love My Husband, i love my husband... i love my husband....

I truly do love my husband to pieces. About 35 would be good right now. Partially joking.

We are working on the house. Still. Will be for probably the next 28 years. He's being a grouch. It's a good thing I have already planned what I wanted to get him for his 50th birthday as I probably would have changed my mind by now.

He's being a grouch. I'm in a blue, dreary mood. Not a great combination any day of the week. It will all work out.

Didn't make it through 24 years together to wish him away now.

I do LOVE my husband. Don't know how to live without him. Don't even want to imagine it. Just wish he would get his sense of humor back and stop being such a nudge.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

It's almost done!!!

All the wiring is done in the new kitchen. All the insulation is done! All the plywood is up and has a coat of primer paint on it!!!! Cover switches are on. All we need to do now is level the floor, put down some veneer and start moving appliances!!!!

My kitchen is coming along.... I only need one more rain day to get it done!!!!

Don't usually ask for rain, but now I want it to POUR!!!!

It looks so great!!!

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Playing chicken, with a chicken with an attitude...

That did it. Mike and I spent a few hours changing around the chicken house so everyone would have a much better set up. Tried to keep everyone happy and laying eggs.

One of last year's chickens was having an attitude with this years batch of chickens (the 'teenagers'). Wouldn't stop picking on them. Kept chasing them out of the hen house. Wouldn't let them in the fence. I finally had enough. This has been going on for days. Guess last night was the limit to the nerve that she was dancing on.

Caught the chicken. Chopped her head off. Boiled some water. Hung some bailing twine from the rafter in the kitchen and plucked her. Mike did the gross job of gooping her out. Then I baked her in the oven. She's a little scrawny, but will taste good for lunches tomorrow.

The other chicken, the one that was picking on the 'teenagers' too, was on better behavior today. Maybe she is worried she will wind up in the fridge next to the trouble maker.

I like chicken soup. And chicken salad. And chicken/cheese fajitas. Chicken and rice.

Guess that's what a chicken gets for playing chicken with my last nerve.