What is really important......

I live a small and quiet life. It is productive in some ways, but there are days you have to wonder.

What IS really important?!?

I am so tired this morning. I got home from work last night tired. Loooong day! And then when I went out to get in the truck, I found my drivers side back tire on it's way to being square. I don't like square tires. They make me cranky.

So I went to get my jack out, only to remember that it wasn't there, but sitting beside the horse trailer where this weekend, I was going to change the spare off of the trailer and put the tire I just had repaired back on. I feel like lately all I have done is change tires. But having round tires on all your vehicles is really important.

It wouldn't have been so bad, but I am baby sitting a girlfriends pup while she is on an over night trip. So here I am, with a pup on leash and needing to change a tire, with no jack and I am in my scrubs from work. And not just ANY scrubs, mind you. They are predominantly WHITE. Just what you want to wear when changing a tire. Especially when you have to let ALL that water out of the water tank in the bed of the truck (About 275 gallons of water that you just picked up for your horses)! That. Is. Just. GREAT.

So long story short, I borrowed a jack from a co-worker and after an hour of grubbing around on the ground in white scrubs, struggling with lug nuts that the shop put on too tight, I have a ROUND tire on the truck. My audience was approving.

 

What is up with that EAR pointing the way north???

 

So after stopping to pick up MORE water for the horses, Izzy and I headed home. Feeding animals and being too tired to fix something for myself, we headed off to bed.



This morning I woke up to this.........

 

My heart melted and I am reminded of what is REALLY important. I love you Izzy.

Resolutions

The new year is literally around the corner.

I am hoping the new year will bring something other than heart aches. This year, 2017, has been difficult to say the least. I miss Rhett, Boo, Siri` and Elmo so much. When does the pain stop and the change into velvet memories of the good times?

God only knows.

I am not content right now. I know Paul said that he had learned how to be content in any circumstance, but for some reason I have a restlessness inside. In times past when I got this feeling, I just simply moved. My moving days are over. Now I crave roots. A gypsy with roots. Who ever heard of a thing?

A friend posted on my Facebook page, an article that stated women who own horses live longer than those who do not. I have 7 horses and have had many more that have crossed that rainbow bridge. Maybe this is Gods way of giving a horse woman peace of mind. It is difficult to say good bye to these wonderful friends, but to be leaving this world and worried about what would happen to your babies after you were gone is a hell I don't wish on anyone. Least of all me.

I hate these nights when I cannot sleep. I have tried just about everything and tonight it is a new concoction that I found on Pinterest. Chamomile tea, coconut oil, raw honey and salt.

Tastes like crap.

I'll let you know how it works.

YAR!!!

Oh man. Ya ever have one of those days that everything just goes RIGHT? Yayness!

I know this sounds goofy, but I have had butterflies in my tummy all day long! Tomorrow marks 30, count 'em, THIRTY days until I leave for Disneyland. You would think at my age, I wouldn't be so excited. BUT I AM!

I. Am. EXCITED. YAR!!!

What's in a name???

Well. He is home.

But he is NOT a Rooster Cogburn. So I have aptly named him, Punky Rooster.

Here is a photo of Punky with his old owner. I will post others as soon as I can.

He is  VERY friendly!

The newest addition to my little family.........

His name is Rooster Cogburn.

He was supposed to be here today, but the lady I am getting him from had an emergency and could not make it. So sorry. But I will get him tomorrow.

He is too cute. A mille fleur Bantam rooster and although I don't have a photograph of him, he looks kinda, sorta like this...........

 

 

Rooster Cogburn has more black on him then this and his tail feathers are a little more gracefully shaped and longer. He is indeed a handsome fella!

 

I know a lot of people think I am crazy, (big surprise), but I don't want a big rooster. I really like the smaller bantam roosters because they inflict less damage, if they inflict any at all. My left leg still boasts scars from that big nasty Rhode Island Red rooster we had when I was a teen-ager.

 

I remember complaining about that stinkin' rooster to my Daddy. So my Dad gave me one of those little folding Army shovels to take into the chicken pen when I went to collect eggs. "Just whallop him once or twice", Dad said.

 

I have to thank Daddy for that. I had a killer backhand in tennis that year. All these years later, I still don't feel sorry for that stinkin' rooster. Holy guacamole, he never, EVER gave up. Just kept coming at me until I walked out of that pen.

 

I came home one afternoon and the rooster was nowhere to be found. So I asked my Dad...."What happened to the rooster?" His answer? "He attacked me, so I killed the SOB."

 

What. The. HAY?????

 

Which is why I like LITTLE roosters. I am looking forward to adding him to my little family. I am getting ready to build a new chicken house and run, so this is going to be fun. I purchased plans for the cutest little playhouse and will make it into the chicken house of my dreams. This is a pic, but mine will be painted differently.............

 

I am thinking purple and gingerbread red for the colors. I am building the actual house on a cement slab, but the yard run will be on the dirt. So I have to plan against those critters from digging into the yard I will be doing this...........

 

 

I want to plant some vines and other plants so that the run will look something like this.................

 

 

I do believe I have my work cut out for me. I get to pick up Rooster Cogburn tomorrow afternoon. I will not have all this done before that time. But it's a plan!

 

Ya think???

 

 

 

 

 





 

I need a vacation.......

Rough day. No really. ROUGH day.

Any day is rough when you haven't slept but a few minutes of the night before.......

Started out with getting half way to work and getting a flat tire.

Then I missed seeing a patient because I didn't look at the schedule and she went to dialysis.

Then when I got back to the truck to change the flat tire I had a difficult time loosening the lug nuts.

And THEN Rizzo the cat brought in a mouse and let it go in the house.

35 days until I leave for Disneyland.  35 days. I already cannot sleep because of the butterflies in my tummy. What kind of bags will be under my eyes after 35 days?

I. CANNOT. WAIT!!!

When Pigs Fly

Okeyday. This is a rant. Just so you are forewarned, THIS. IS. A. RANT.

I am usually a pretty even keeled person. Takes a lot to get me mad. Communication is key to any successful relationship. Even if that relationship is a non-relationship.

Today I freakin' BLEW IT. As far as the "it takes a lot to get me mad" thingy. Holy Guacamole. I just about blew my cork.

I have to haul water to my horses. Every day. So I carry a 275 gallon tank in the back of my truck. Which is why I have a Kick-A$$-Haul 9 horses at one time-Big-Girl-Truck. I call him Prince Charming. And I love my truck. No. Really. I LOVE MY TRUCK.

 

The place where I get my water from has these little arrows for making sure all the good little trucks go the same and correct direction. So there isn't any confusion and more importantly, crashes. So I am pulling up to the water pump and some IDIOT MAN pulls in the wrong way and blocks me off.

 

I almost spit nails. Not only did he cut me off, he came within inches of putting a dent in my Prince Charming! Being the lady that I am, (mostly for fear I'd get shot by some redneck, packing idiot), I didn't flip him off, (thought about it but didn't DO it). I didn't jump out of my Big Girl Truck and stomp the living daylights out of him, (thought about it but didn't DO it). I didn't even YELL AT HIM. (Thought about it but I didn't DO it). I just sat and waited my turn, (that he so wrongly stole).

 

But my initial THOUGHT reaction........my anger........really surprised me. I thought I was beyond all that.

 

I am one who does not jump from relationship to relationship. My serious relationships, have gaps between them. Sometimes those gaps are long years apart and some are only a few years apart, but none have ever been less than a year. I just don't think that you should drag the garbage from one relationship right into the next. I thought I was ready. It's been 4 years and I thought I was ready.

 

But today with that one, little, thoughtless, inconsiderate, dangerous and selfish action, that IDIOT MAN brought it all back. I thought I had healed. Apparently not. In that one move, this man, whom I don't even know, made me feel what that last relationship did all over again.

 

The disrespect. The unfairness. The unworthiness. The helplessness. The hopelessness. THE ANGER.

 

I rarely think about him anymore. Oh on occasion I do, but the daily thoughts of trying to figure out the whys and why nots or the 'how come I wasn't enough for him' thoughts, those have dissipated with the past years. At least I thought they had.

 

I never thought that there would ever be a man who could make me stop believing in the power and magic of love. But here I am. Love again?

 

When Pigs Fly.

 

 

Father, please. Please help me to forgive. Truly forgive.