Do huh?

Went to On Call Pharmacuticlas to drop off Grandma's presciption today. I -reeeeeeeeeaaaaally- had to pee too, so as I'm standing there, shifting from foot to foot, I ask the lady politely, "Do you have a restroom I can use?"

Her answer.

"For here?"

No. To go. *Shakes head*

What to make.. What to make

Diane has the deviled eggs down. She'll make those.

I am wracking my ever loving brain trying to figure something out to make for the picnic. For the horse fair, I made the chocolate balls of goodness.

For said Chocolate Balls of Goodness here is all you need.

I bag oreos.

I stick like thing of philidelphia cream cheese.

I bar of Almond Bar chocolate. (You can't miss this, it's in the candy baking aisle in Wal-mart and it will weigh approximately four metric tons.)


I used a small quisinart (SP) for the crushing of the oreos, but they can be placed in a ziplock bag and crushed that way. Crush the entire package of oreos until they are a fine power. Put in a bowl, and the Philidelphia cream cheese, (Which you need to set out to soften) should be added. Stir it together or mix on low, just mix it all together until it is well mixed. It will be at a consistancy of a dry'ish paste, which is fine.

In a double boiler, melt the Almond Bar chocolate. While it's busy melting, roll the oreo/creamcheese paste into balls. Once the chocolate is melted, you can either dip the balls, which I did, or put the balls on a rack with waxed paper and drizzle the chocolate on them. Just make sure they are covered.

Let them set up for about 45 minutes in the fridge, and you have some -wonderful- treats that are very unique.


Also, I made a triple fudge brownie for the horse fair, but I just used Betty Crocker's triple fudge brownie mix. The pan was enormous, so I used two boxes of it to get a good batter. I had two or three people tell me the brownies were perfect, so I guess falling asleep upright in your chair while they bake has it's advantages.


So that's my dilehmma. I made two chocolate dishes when I first met these people. I don't want to make another desert, I want to present a main course. I have no idea what in the world I want to make, but I -think- I may make my spaghetti. I kinda make it different, so if no one minds me being weird and bringing it, I will.

How I make my spaghetti isn't -that- different, but I'll still post it for anyone who wants to read it.


Get your ground meat/chuck/what have you and put it in a very big pot. A soup pot is best. Let the meat cook at medium adding your salt/pepper/garlic/any seasonings that you best prefer. As the meat is cooking, take a (Preferably) wooden spoon and stir the meat until it is a paste, using it's juices to help it along. Stiring this makes it break down into the paste. Keep cooking the meat until it is done.

Do not drain your meat unless there is just an over excess of grease. Ground chuck keeps the grease down wonderfully, it's not that fatty of a meat.

Now, depending on how much meat you started with, plan on using two bottles of spahgetti sauce. Pour the first one in and stir. (I like to use two flavors of sauces. And these are the normal sized glass bottles of Prego sauce or Ragu that you can get at wal-mart) If there is more meat than sauce, let it cook for about thirty minutes. Stirring occasionaly.

After thirty minutes is up, check to see if how thick the sauce is. If it needs it, put in half of the second bottle of sauce you have left and stir. This part is -really- up to you on how thick or thin you want the sauce. I'm getting to where I prefer it thicker. Less mess and more filling.

Cook the spaghetti, I prefer angel hair, but get what you like, when it's done drain it and add half a stick of butter to the hot noodles and stir in.

Viole. It takes a bit more effort, but it really tastes nice and homemade.

You know.. I think I -will- make my spaghetti for the picnic. I'm craving it like mad right now.

P.S.

I love you, Auto. My summer is free, and if you are, you're coming on some things with me. (Damnit, Una, you need to move close to me! There's so many things going on this summer that I -know- you could enjoy!)

Baa-aaa-aaa-aaa-aaa

We came home last night from Taco Bell and I looked up and into my neighbors feild, I saw Goats. Not -A- goat, not a couple of goats, not a few goats, not a herd of goats, but more like, the first thing that came out of my mouth. "Holy *Moly*, Lookit all the goats!" And they're mainly white, too.

That's why my horses were being Ding-Ding's night before last. Because of the goats. That's why *Diane's* horse was being a Ding-Ding night before last. Because of the goats.

I love goats, I have no problem with them, but I have to keep telling the girls that: "Those goats aren't going to hurt you, I promise. They aren't going to get you, I promise."

They did better today, just standing side by side, heads up and staring. They'll get used to them in time. Thank God that I had Deigh in with cattle when she was a baby, she won't cross her eyes at them like some horses will. I guess Deigh has forgotten that discussion she and I had about getting a fainting goat. XD XD XD XD


This is the horse that I plan to get Deigh artificially semenated by. I've been reading up on breeding the older maiden mare, and I realize that they consider -older- as in late teens early twenties. What a huge sigh of relief, as Deigh will be 12 in just a month. So, she's not -that- old for breeding, but when foaling comes along, I'm going to me more nervous than a long tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. On his webpage, it shows pics of his babies. They're -really- marked up nice, too. A -little- coarse on the head, but that's what you can sometimes expect with an appy. My friend, Teri's dad, used to raise appys and when he looked at Momma Mare sooo many years ago, he looked at her feet and said, "Her hooves are stripped, she's got Ap in her." I was like, "Huh, she's Thoroughbred." But didn't say anything, ALTHOUGH, Deigh has a perfect spot on her right butt, that I've always called God's thumbprint, so she may have the genetic markers for a blanket appy.

Anyway, it may be this year that she gets pregnant. I'm excited and nervous at the same time. It's like telling my child to go have a baby. I'll be a Grandma! Momma will be a Great Grandma! We're old! I know that when her time is soon, that I will -not- be leaving her side and I'll have the vet on ready when it's time, too!

The -only- thing holding me back from breeding her is lack of land. If I breed her, and if she takes, then I will have roughly 11 months to get her on the farm before she delivers. I don't know if God is ready for us to have our 44 acres. We've still got to fence and whatnot. I'd like to have her where she'll be ready to foal and as soon as she does, we can load her and Momma Mare up and take them to the farm, but then when we do, we won't have a house to place there yet, because I don't rightly want them alone.

We'll have to see what happens in the coming months. But I'm excited!!

How did I get from talking about goats to talking about Deigh possibly being bred? *Scratches head and goes to watch The Price is Right.*

Dear Auto.

I didn't know that was you that had posted to me. Seeing those words in your post melted my heart, and I no longer feel one ounce of anger towards you. I couldn't, because I honostly felt that those words typed were honostly from the heart.

I have told you on many occasions when you hurt me. It just never seemed to go through.

But that is neither here or there. You made a tremendous effort and for that, you have completely and utterly won me back.

I hearby apologize for every rude, angry and hurtful thing I've said about you.

Una never hated you, she only hated m and s. (You know the two)

Never -ever- just assume that someone wants to hate you. Silences fuels anger and gives the impression that we are just expendable.

I love you, too. I honostly do, but I was so angry because I thought that I didn't matter to you. You never spoke, not even to ask me why. Yelling at me would have been good, but it's over. Don't feel bad. All the bad is gone, don't worry about it.

Dates as of yet

MTSU Horse show this saturday, 10-4.

April 20-22, Horse Consignment sale in Triune, Tn.

May 17th, Equine Picnic.

Wolf Creek campgrounds are up in the open as of yet. Diane and I are looking into this one.

My Bit

I need to sandblast this, it got a little rust on it because I haven't been using it. This is the bit I use for Deigh, it's not the lowport comfort snaffle, it's a D-ring snaffle with sidepulls. I need something with a copper port.

Horsie stuff and Still ANGRY.

My horsie friends are having a picnic May 17th. Diane and I are going to travel to Cookville and it shall be most enjoyable. I wonder if we're having a trailride that day, too? If so, I need to make more plans. I know Diane's going to make Deviled Eggs, but I have no idea in the -world- as to what I'm going to bring. I took two deserts to the horse fair, so I think it's only fair to bring some kind of main course this time. I'm not, after all, a one trick pony. Hopefully we'll start trail riding the week after that. Anything they want to do is fine with me, I have -no- plans for this summer. *Dance*

I've got to clean my English Saddle, the cats keep knocking it down and I do -not- want it ruint. That would seriously piss me off. My western saddle needs a new girth to it, my old one is falling apart. >.>

A note to a: I have -so- much hurt and anger towards you right now. So so much. I'm making this an edit because even though we are no longer friends, we're still, much to your dismay, family. I'm sorry that I was such a boring drag on your life. I'm sorry that I made you -so- miserable and unhappy. I'm sorry you couldn't take more from me than I could give. I'm sorry I was a fat embarassment to you. Remember, though. You reap what you sew.

Where is Spring?

It's still cooooooooooooold. *Shivers* But it's gonna be in the low sixties Sunday, though. I'm looking forward to that!

Daddy's gone to ky to visit his sister this weekend. It was so surprising when he came home yesterday. He took me and momma to Outback to eat. That was awesome. I'd go with him to ky, but his sister has to work at night, and there's nothing for me to do or anyone for me to associate with. I'd be bored to tears. :( Ah well. LoL


Note to self: Remember to do that load of laundry in the washer. I'm sure there's a big bastard of clothes to do in the dryer, too. Of course. *Frowns*

All Your Water Are Belong To Me.

I drank all my water. It's gone. The glass is -empty-. Why is it that I keep picking up the glass expecting it to be magically containing of said water? D'oh, short term memory, that's why.


Hey, Una, got a Bash link for you that you would completely agree with. CaPsLoCkS. Hehehehe.


I called Diane today to tell her about a possible horse show in May, but we both agreed it was too far away, mainly because of gas prices. I forgot she was a heavy supporter of bush, and when I made the mistake of saying that the oil companies were so high because bush had something to do with it, she went on a bush sway. I'm sorry. I don't like bush. She likes him because he got down on his face to pray for one thing or another, but, you know, people will hide behind God too. In my heartfelt, honost opinion, I do NOT like bush. I feel that he did know about 911 before it happened, he could have done something about it and didn't, he is tied up with the oil industry and many other things, I don't like him. However, she doesn't have the common curtosy to say, "Ok, I like him, you don't, that's cool." Noooo, she just goes on and on about how it's not bush's fault about everything and keeps telling me that when she saw him on his face praying, that she would vote for him again if she could. Long story short, I just held the phone away from my ear until she was done. There was some tension with us, as we talked for an hour, 2 minutes and 8 seconds. I didn't hardly get much of a word in, I rarely do. >.>


Is it -ever- going to get warm outside? I'm chiwwy cold. Brrrrr.

I rearranged the livingroom. (Thank you, God! Whooooo!) And it's lovely. The kitchen is clean. The bathroom is clean. Most of the house smells good. I'm happy. I need to make momma's bed, vaccuum her room and the livingroom, do the dishes and spiff a tad. A whooooooole lot less than what I had to do yesterday. D'oh.

I think I've got Wing a home, and next door, too! I hope they want him, and if they take him, I hope he's as gentle with them as he's been with me. He's a good dog, but I just can't stand to hear him bark everytime the horses go by. The only thing is, they have cats, and I know he'll bark at their cats a lot. I just hope he won't get out. I think I'll go help Danny reinforce his old dogs fence, so Wing won't be tempted to get out, though, as big as he is, the only pen he's gotten out of was through a hole in the big pen, after stupid kitty got out. He thankfully doesn't climb the fences. The neighbors are having prowlers prey on them, the lady caught someone on her porch either last night or a few nights ago, and one of their little white kittens is missing. One of these nights, me and her son are going to sit in the garage and wait for those bastards to show up. I hate when people prey on the elderly, they're like pkers and ksers in conquer, just a waste.


Come on Sunshine! Come on and Shine! HAPPY SPRING!


PRECIOUS!

VHF!

Volunteer Horse Fair this weekend! It was -awesome-! The ONLY thing missing was you, Una! *Pouts* But we'll get you there next year! We'll have a great time! Whooo! But all in all, it was -perfect-, my friends were there, had money to spend, got to stay all day, I had -all- I could ever need! (But you, Una. You're coming next year!)

A few more pics for St. Patty's Day!

It's a coooooooooold Saint Patty's Day, just 2 degrees shy of 50. *Shivers* I can't wait until spring is here and it's warm (Though not too hot). Diane and I are still anticipating the horse fair, though I still have a few reservations about it. God is in control, though, and noone can hurt me as long as God has His eyes on me. And to fear people is to only give them more power in my life than God, so I shall not fear.

My toes are freezing, I've pulled my arms inside my shirt and am typing with them at the end of my shirt underneath it. LoL I think I confused myself there, but at least my arms are warm. I've got to make the chocolate covered oreo cream cheese balls and the brownies for the Horse Haven folks at the fair tomorrow. I didn't tell them about the oreo balls, I want to see how they like them to know if I did any good at making them. I've never made them before. I'm sure they'll be just as good as Grandma made. I hope anyway.

I love this camera!

I love how the colors come out so crisp and so true to nature. I loved my other camera, but it just didn't grab color the way this one does. I can also do macros a bit easier on this one, too! Thank you, God, for my new camera! XD XD

This is the first pic Diane and I have ever had taken together. I took it an hour ago after we got back from town.

So, this is Diane! ^ ^

It ain't the heat, it's the humidity

It is 9:01 P.M. It is currently 74 degrees outside. It reached 81 today. That was -sweet-. Also, my favorite episode of Futurama is coming on, where it shows what it would be like for Bender to be human. -Sweet-.

Grandma went to stay with Aunt Sis yesterday, because she was in so much pain, so we're keeping her dog, Sweetie, who's picture I added.I'm hearing an engine idle outside. o.o It's a low key annoyance, I can't wait until we move away, ahhh, the peace and quiet! *Can't wait* Good, the truck just left. It was a diesel, their fumes are -horrible-.

Our main phone lines are out. Thank God this line is still up. How weird is that?

It's 9:17 P.M. and it's still 74 degrees. *Dance* Spring is near! Wheeeeee!

Asperger Syndrome

First off, I want to thank God, and then you, Una, for putting up with me tonight. I know I've been all over the place and ruint the rp, but my mind was spinning with a lot of different things, mainly relief.

Secondly, I believe that I may be suffering from Asperger Syndrome. It's a form of Autism, like a high level Autism. Here is a link to a page that will give you information on it. One of the main things that caught my attention, was the lack of facial expression that people with Aspergers have. I have that.

I will copy and paste from the link above to set examples on why I believe I have Aspergers.

"Asperger's Syndrome is a developmental disorder on the Autism Spectrum Disorder spectrum. Children diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome have difficulty with social interactions and understanding unspoken social cues. As such, it is often the case that kids with Asperger's Syndrome get into more trouble in school, exasperate teachers and are the subject of bullying."

I believe this is one of the reasons why I just cannot read people. Why I worry so much about what a person thinks because I simply cannot read them. I was bullied since Kindergarden, teachers even picked on me and I declined in my grades as I got older. (Though, when I was three, I was spelling very difficult words)

"Asperger's Syndrome sufferers are often highly intelligent and highly verbal. Boys are four times as likely than girls to be diagnosed with Asperger's, but it remains unclear whether this is because they are four times more likely to develop it, or if the different socialization processes for girls and boys improves Asperger's girls' social abilities so that they become indistinguishable from non-Asperger's girls."

I never really gained proper social skills, even to this day. It may explain why I blank out so frequently when I try to make small talk.

"When normal infants are learning to read caregivers' moods through facial expressions, Asperger's Syndrome children are not. When threats and dares are uttered on the playground, normal children might know when another child is bluffing, when to ask an adult to intervene and when to stand up for themselves. Asperger's kids might miss all these cues, and get into unnecessary fights, or allow themselves to be cowed by a kid who was only teasing, marking them as an easy target for bullies."

Bing bing bing bing bing! That part about allowing themselves to be cowed bya kid who was only teasing, maring them as an easy target was me in a nutshell. Which is why I am so easily bullied today.


"Teens and adults with Asperger's Syndrome are often unable to discern that they are talking too loudly for the circumstances. They also develop monomaniacal interests in esoteric topics, and cannot understand that others are less interested. Clues that they are boring someone with the depths and details of their interests pass them by, so Asperger's Syndrome people often find themselves socially isolated as peers avoid them."


I like Trains, Trains are good.


"People with Asperger's Syndrome can be taught to decode social cues intellectually, rather than instinctively. This is a fairly lengthy and frustrating process, because most people cannot verbalize what they understand instinctively, but recruiting friends and family to help is useful. A teen with Asperger's Syndrome might tell their most trusted friends, for example, to give them a particular hand signal when they are speaking too loudly, or a different signal when they are belaboring a topic that no one else is interested in."


Hey Una, let's work out some hand cues! I KNOW I bore the doo doo out of you! This has -got- to be why I can stay on one topic for hours, and why you will stop answering ooc. LoL


"It's not a uniformly bleak picture for those with Asperger's Syndrome, however. Their ability to focus like a laser on very intricate topics make them extremely well-suited to certain fields of endeavor; the computer field is a natural haven for those with Asperger's Syndrome."


Probably just one of the reasons why I'm comfortable being online. I can focus on one thing at a time until my interest passes. It explains why I can play the Sims 2 extremely for 2 weeks, then get into Conquer for a time, then want to write for a time. It also explains why I was so interested in going to that woman who hurt me site when I would get fussed at for it. LoL


This is another site that I've gone to tonight. It was extremely helpful to me. I honostly feel like I've been given another sense of freedom. I copied and pasted the site information for Asperger.



"Asperger Syndrome or (Asperger's Disorder) is a neurobiological disorder named for a Viennese physician, Hans Asperger, who in 1944 published a paper which described a pattern of behaviors in several young boys who had normal intelligence and language development, but who also exhibited autistic-like behaviors and marked deficiencies in social and communication skills. In spite of the publication of his paper in the 1940's, it wasn't until 1994 that Asperger Syndrome was added to the DSM IV and only in the past few years has AS been recognized by professionals and parents.

Individuals with AS can exhibit a variety of characteristics and the disorder can range from mild to severe. Persons with AS show marked deficiencies in social skills, have difficulties with transitions or changes and prefer sameness. They often have obsessive routines and may be preoccupied with a particular subject of interest. They have a great deal of difficulty reading nonverbal cues (body language) and very often the individual with AS has difficulty determining proper body space. Often overly sensitive to sounds, tastes, smells, and sights, the person with AS may prefer soft clothing, certain foods, and be bothered by sounds or lights no one else seems to hear or see. It's important to remember that the person with AS perceives the world very differently. Therefore, many behaviors that seem odd or unusual are due to those neurological differences and not the result of intentional rudeness or bad behavior, and most certainly not the result of "improper parenting".

By definition, those with AS have a normal IQ and many individuals (although not all), exhibit exceptional skill or talent in a specific area. Because of their high degree of functionality and their naiveté, those with AS are often viewed as eccentric or odd and can easily become victims of teasing and bullying. While language development seems, on the surface, normal, individuals with AS often have deficits in pragmatics and prosody. Vocabularies may be extraordinarily rich and some children sound like "little professors." However, persons with AS can be extremely literal and have difficulty using language in a social context.

At this time there is a great deal of debate as to exactly where AS fits. It is presently described as an autism spectrum disorder and Uta Frith, in her book AUTISM AND ASPERGER'S SYNDROME, described AS individuals as "having a dash of Autism". Some professionals feel that AS is the same as High Functioning Autism, while others feel that it is better described as a Nonverbal Learning Disability. AS shares many of the characteristics of PDD-NOS (Pervasive Developmental Disorder; Not otherwise specified), HFA, and NLD and because it was virtually unknown until a few years ago, many individuals either received an incorrect diagnosis or remained undiagnosed. For example, it is not at all uncommon for a child who was initially diagnosed with ADD or ADHD be re-diagnosed with AS. In addition, some individuals who were originally diagnosed with HFA or PDD-NOS are now being given the AS diagnosis and many individuals have a dual diagnosis of Asperger Syndrome and High Functioning Autism."


I am not saying that I do have Aspergers, but I feel strongly that I do indeed have it. There are too many answered questions, too many things that I have hit dead on with the pages I have *Inhaled* tonight not to say it's a coincidence. At least now, I do believe I know what's wrong with me. To those of you I have hurt, I am sorry. It honostly wasn't something I could control. It couldn't honostly be helped.

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Grandma's coming home! Thank God!

I sure know the Princess will be happy! This is her opinion of Gypsy, and she voiced it rather loud. LoL She was cool with Sweetie, however.

I've already taken Gyp home, Sweetie's asleep on the couch, waiting for Momma to call to say that Uncle Bud, her brother who lives in Maryville Tn, is on his way with Grandma taking her home.

Updates

Grandma had a light stroke this morning. She's recovered already from the damage, but I got a little tearful when I got to her house this morning and knealt before her. I really had to fight my emotions to keep from getting her upset.

Momma called at 9:45 or so this morning and told me she was on her way to get me, then need my help getting Grandma. We got her to the ER around 10:30, and got her admitted into her room at about 4:30 or so. They're going to do a doppler on her carotid artery, a bone density test (She's having pains in her ribcage that's lasted three months) an MRI and another test I can't think of now, as well as another blood test. Right now, we've got her dogs in the house. I just praise God that she's alright and has use of her right side again.


I guess Momma was appriciative of me being there. She bought me an early (Six months early, LoL) birthday gift, she got me a new camera. It's sweeeeeeeeeet. Thank God. A good end to a day that could have gone horribly, -horribly- wrong.

English vs Western

I'm looking forward to the Horse Fair in a few weeks. It's the first horsey thing I've looked forward to in a long time, which means I'm on the road to recovery. I'm contemplating on whether or not to donate my Western Saddle to Horse Haven of Tn. There's nothing wrong with it, I bought it at the same horse fair two years ago, and it's probably been ridden in at least five times. It's in great condition save for the seat, which has been used as a scratching post by the cats, even though I've literally begged for the cover that Diane made to be kept over it. The cover isn't quite big enough for it, so the back of saddle, the high part of the seat in back that is, and the seat of the saddle, have slight damage. It's purely cosmetic.

It's a nice saddle that can either be used to get a few dollars for the rescue, or they can use it. Problem is, it won't fit my horses. I don't want to use a saddle that will hurt when I have my fat butt in it. On the other hand, my english saddle fits my mare right nicely, but I don't know what I did with the stirrups, as Diane had lent me her safety stirrups and I had returned them and didn't put the ones that came with the saddle back on. It's also a little more akward for me to mount in an English saddle, there is a -whole- lot less of it there to hang onto as you swing up, though Deigh loves the close contact of the English rather than the bulky western. I need to save up and get a nice well made Aussie stock saddle. (Not the kind with the blue padding underneath, those will -not- bend with a horse when it turns and will dig into the shoulder when you do make turns) They're styled in a perfect harmony of a western and english saddle. Good ones run -really- high, however. I guess if I can buy that horse Diane found for me, I'll really have to spend a lot of money on a saddle and take the utmost care of it.

Back 40

Whew, Diane and I just got done walking on Grandma's land about half an hour ago. It's a hundred acres, with smooth rolling hills and cattle and buttercups and trees. Absolutely gorgeous. It took us an hour to walk almost half of it. I showed her what we were going to inherit, and she was amazed with it. I've been wanting to show her the land for the longest time, she had no idea it went as far back as it does. When we get our share of the land, we're going to put the horses out there, and Lord willing and the creeks don't rise, we're going to put a house out there and rent this one out. I can't wait to get the horses out there so they can have some peace and quiet and be away from this road. Heck, where we plan to put the house, you can't see the road that the land is on. XD *Dance Dance*

It was such a pretty day to walk. It was cool with a breeze, but once you got to walking, you warmed up really good. There's a gate at the next to last feild before you get to the end of the land, that Diane was able to climb and there's a huge gap underneath it that I climbed under. (That's the feild that's famous for the buttercups) We got to see baby calves, sooooo cute. We found where some cows didn't make it through the winter, or had died in calving, they were nothing but bones. We found a perfect cow skull with it's horns. I tried to get Diane to take it, but she didn't want it. LoL

I hope Diane's feet don't scream at her tonight, poor thing. She has bad problems with her feet and joints, but she's been doing the swimming excersizes at some place that has -really- helped her. Which is good. I can't wait until we're able to ride horses out there, I miss riding on the land.

Weird Dream

Oh yeah, forgot to post about a -weird- dream I had last night.

It was a train dream.

I like trains, trains are good.


Anyway. Cainsville road runs paralell to Young Road, which is behind me. Young road ends at Greenwood where Greenwood comes straight off of Cainsville and makes an L With Cainsville running in an <----> at the top of the L and Young road stops at the bottom of the L and you can turn right and continue on Greenwood.

Ok, with that out of the way, I dreamt that Cainsville road was far far away, and for some reason, it had gained popularity, and people were coming in and wanting to build nice homes there, as it appeared to have been in the mountains, and also to remodel older homes that where there, all because a railroad was going through. What I remember, was that we were at an old house that we were either buying or remodling or looking at or moving from. We being it felt like more people were with me. Above the house, into the hill right behind us, was where the railway was, cut out of the top part of the hill which was right above the house, that left a ledge. We were right where Greenwood road turned off into Cainsville, and it was overcast kinda, or maybe just dream dark outside for the sky, and people were coming out to celebrate the trains coming. And come they did. When one train appeared, people got -real- excited and I pointed out that there was another coming. Two trains turned into four, four turned into eight, and for some reason, the railway also came out of the track running from the mountain to go along Cainsville road and head back into town, and one went down alone Greenwood. Well, Trains were coming out of the track that came out of the mountain and were turning around to go down the road into town, even though the tracks didn't connect. They would like, seek out the track and hop on like it was a magnet.

I know this typing won't make sense, I can see it so clearly in my mind. When the train would come down out of the hill, it was like a tractor trailer pulling out into the road and turning left to head back where it came from, even though the tracks they were on didn't connect to the curve of track that they were getting on. So weird. Oh yeah, when the trains would turn around, they kept getting bigger and bigger, and while they were using the curve of track to get on the one heading back to town, trains were also coming up that same track and the dream ending when a wreck happened. I saw it was going to happen and I was helpless to stop it, so I sort of grimaced like, "Uh oh, they had a wreck."

Something else happened in the dream too, in the middle when we were in the house, but I just can't grasp it in memory. D'oh.

Things to remember for next week

1. I need to get the dead limbs that are falling into the pit where we burn wood. These trees shed dead, smaller limbs in the spring. Most of them are in the big dogpen that I will clean out tomorrow.

2. Gather up all the odds and ends laying about in the yard that we don't -use- and get rid of them.

3. Clean my saddle and my other tack.

4. Call Diane and ask her if she and I can continue to work with Deigh.

5. Plant that rose bush and hope for the best.

6. Get potting soil, my lylac bushes are trying to grow leaves and they've been in that same small container for two years.

7. Redo my old rock wall for my glads. Thank God I've got a few more rocks to use. They're huge and heavy.

8. Take that afghan I was making for my cousin to Grandma to repair what Heathern stretched with his teeth. >.>

9. Get `Kouga up to at -least- level 103 by next Saturday. (He's level 100 now, Wheeee!)

10. Get Kouga, on the new server, at least to level 20 so I can put him in the tg.

That's all that I want to put on my plate for next week.

All the Pretty Horses

So I'm sitting here, at 1:30 in the morning, chatting with Una when my outdoor dogs goes -crazy-. It wasn't the typical, "Hey! The horses are crossing from one feild to the other! Hey! The wind's blowing! Hey! I hear another dog barking!" It was, "HEY!? HEY! HEY YOU! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?"

I panic.

I listen to how my dogs bark and pretty much know what message that they're trying to get across.

So, I get up and sneak to the back porch, the door was still open because the temperature was really nice, Thank God! I didn't see anything, so I go and flip on the front porch light, thinking that that would convince any prowler that "Uh oh! Someone's home!" (This small area that I live in has had people steal from us and even break into our cars, but thank God no ones broken into our homes). I go back to the back porch and my heart sinks. I see two horses coming towards the driveway from the road. I'm quick to put on my shoes, all this time, I've not told Una anything, didn't have the time for a brb, and head back outside.

My fear immediatly turns to relief when I see a bright solid blaze coming at me. Momma mare's blaze is more of a star and thick stripe that runs right down her face, but on the left side if you were to draw a line square down the middle. I realize that lo and behold, these are not my horses! I walk out to them. The one with the blaze is a very pretty paint, sorrel to an almost liver chestnut. Dunno if it was male or female, but high strung. I would be too. LoL The one with it was a small horse, it could have been a small Tn walker or a morgan, and it was calm enough to finally let me grab it's halter and lead her to the small gate on the big feild. I could not for the life of me get the latch on the gate open. It just wouldn't open. I let go of the horse, as there's no traffic really and try to open the gate. It wouldn't budge.

The two horses and my two girls are having a ball talking to each other over the fence. I was really pleased with how Deigh and Lady behaved. Well, the horses went over to the other neighbors past the big feild, and by the time I got the gate open finally, they ran across the road and down the drive where the nice people moved in where my hay man used to live. I had a feeling that's who they belonged to, and I thought if they were home, they would stay there, or if they didn't belong there, at least they were -way- away from the road and could stay with their horses.

Skip to 6:00 a.m.

Momma hollars at me loudly and tells me that there's two horses at the fence. I lift my head after three hours of sleep and say, "Yeah, I know. I was wrangling them at 1:30 this morning." (I was out there with them for half an hour and went to be at 3:00 because I was wired.) So, I go out there and the horses slow the traffic down (Praise God they were ok and didn't get hit) and went back to the house they ran to this morning in the wee hours. Well, Momma pulls out and then goes to that house and tells them the story, they were surprised and very very nice. (They had a HUGE cross on their house during Christmas, a HUGE plus.) And she saw them in their back field when she came home.

So. All's well that ends well. Praise God. I'm so happy it wasn't my girls out.


Oh, when I was standing out there after the horses ran back to their home in the wee hours of the morning, coyotes were howling, and they were close. *That* was scary, because of their close proxemity and the fact that they sounded like wolves. They even freaked my dogs out.

Rebuttle to the previous Open Letter of Closure

Screw it. I'm not going to spend my life grudging and aching over something that really is nothing more than sweating the small stuff. I put more thought into it and it will only make my outlook negative when I'm trying to become a more positive person.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY UNA! (Beeelated. Tee!)

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIIIIIRTDAAAY DEEEAR UUUUUNAAAAA! HAAAAAPPY BIIIIIRTDAAAY TOOOOO YOOOOUU!!


I LOVE YA, SIS! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!