...An Unfinished Project

tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43945750007337469372011-10-30T20:57:52.636-07:00...An Unfinished ProjectA little bout the life of livin' and lovin' it on a small ranch.Daddy / Not a Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05221545429592531641noreply@blogger.comBlogger1481100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-54777592739305331482010-04-22T08:51:00.003-07:002010-04-22T09:10:35.250-07:00Sad doesn't say it well enough...<div><div>I have a lovely daughter, who is a mommy to my lovely granddaughter, she is going through a very hard time and I cannot seem to help her. I am at a loss as to what I can do. She tends to push me away, lie to me, deny things, be disrespectful to me and her brothers during this time, during these times,(yes, she has gone thru this before) when she is in the worst way. We all try to help, but we know she has to want us to help. I sit here crying wishing I could just whisk her away and make everything good for her. </div><div><br /></div><div>Also, my sweet old father-in-law, he is passing away. The doctors say maybe a week. My husband is being tough (as his usual "solid as a rock" type that he is) but I know he wishes he could be there for him during this time.</div><div><br /></div><div>I want to be able to talk to someone about this, but I also do not want to be a burden to another with these helpless feelings I have. </div><div>I hate life right now!!!</div><div>just hate it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig2.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-5477759273930533148?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma/Cowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956566843163939955noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-2668559586359005062010-03-25T12:49:00.006-07:002010-03-25T13:33:47.469-07:00Woes Me...<div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">It is never a question of “what should I do?” It is “what can I put off till another day so I can do the things I really need to do?” </p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Am I sitting here doing the thing I really need to do,,, nope! But I am enjoying myself and that is a good thing, at this moment, until I am mad that I am not being very productive in my home, oh well… he will still love me anyway.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">A few pieces of great art work from fellow Deviant Artists that have made me ponder </p></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPYYpJG9qF0/S6vCrO-yj7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/8ppxFjUcnMU/s1600/Choclate.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 147px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPYYpJG9qF0/S6vCrO-yj7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/8ppxFjUcnMU/s320/Choclate.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452665821873737650" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:x-small;">you really need to click <a href="http://juli-snowwhite.deviantart.com/art/Chocolate-138357923">here</a> to see full view</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:x-small;"> "<a href="http://juli-snowwhite.deviantart.com/art/Chocolate-138357923">Chocolate</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:x-small;"> by </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:x-small;"><a href="http://juli-snowwhite.deviantart.com/">Juli-Snowwhite</a> "</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;">Mmm chocolate, I have had the urge for chocolate way too much lately, certainly does nothing good for the diet I am suppose to be on! (I promise tomorrow I will be better!!!!!)</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;">~~~</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPYYpJG9qF0/S6vCamMjWeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pTFDVdn1Fv0/s1600/Pixie.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 113px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPYYpJG9qF0/S6vCamMjWeI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pTFDVdn1Fv0/s320/Pixie.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452665536047700450" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">you really need to click <a href="http://kattnboys.deviantart.com/art/Through-the-Mist-155059857">here</a> to see full view</div><div style="text-align: center;">" <a href="http://kattnboys.deviantart.com/art/Through-the-Mist-155059857">Through The Mist</a> by <a href="http://kattnboys.deviantart.com/">kattnboys</a> "</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;">Oh to have pixie dust to sprinkle about and make all who taste of it be forever forgiving of a hard cruel world they must live in.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;">~~~</span></div></span><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPYYpJG9qF0/S6vCI_KhpXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HDSIyuLXHOw/s1600/organized.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 148px; height: 94px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPYYpJG9qF0/S6vCI_KhpXI/AAAAAAAAAD0/HDSIyuLXHOw/s320/organized.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452665233512441202" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">you really need to click <a href="http://evendeathlies.deviantart.com/art/My-Desktop-Screenshot-3-11-10-156964212">here</a> to see full view</div><div style="text-align: center;">" <a href="http://evendeathlies.deviantart.com/art/My-Desktop-Screenshot-3-11-10-156964212">My Desktop Screenshot</a> by <a href="http://evendeathlies.deviantart.com/">EvenDeathLies</a> "</div></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">What a perfect desktop. To be so damned organized…!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">~~~~~</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">And here I am… a bit flighty LOL</p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPYYpJG9qF0/S6vB1QljOsI/AAAAAAAAADs/qQpXr1BlGTk/s1600/mydesktop.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 84px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPYYpJG9qF0/S6vB1QljOsI/AAAAAAAAADs/qQpXr1BlGTk/s320/mydesktop.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452664894591810242" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:x-small;"><div style="text-align: center;">you really need to click <a href="http://dab-blingin-art.deviantart.com/art/my-desktop-158405057">here</a> to see full view</div><div style="text-align: center;">" <a href="http://dab-blingin-art.deviantart.com/art/my-desktop-158405057">My Desktop </a>by <a href="http://dab-blingin-art.deviantart.com/">Me</a> "</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;">~~~~~</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;">and here is my To-Do list (a very short version) </span></div></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPYYpJG9qF0/S6vBVnS8o3I/AAAAAAAAADk/augmwCyQfXA/s1600/list.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 156px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPYYpJG9qF0/S6vBVnS8o3I/AAAAAAAAADk/augmwCyQfXA/s320/list.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452664350931985266" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">you really need to click <a href="http://dab-blingin-art.deviantart.com/art/To-Do-List-158404846">here</a> to see full view</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">" <a href="http://dab-blingin-art.deviantart.com/art/To-Do-List-158404846">To Do List</a> by <a href="http://dab-blingin-art.deviantart.com/">Me</a> "</span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SPYYpJG9qF0/S6vBVnS8o3I/AAAAAAAAADk/augmwCyQfXA/s1600/list.JPG"></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><u><p class="MsoNormal"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Of course, the first thing is always something to do with the horses.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">And if you look down on the list I write “put on new bedding” like if I just wrote “new bedding” I would not know what to do with it…. LOL Well, as the hubby always reminds me… I am blonde!</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"> </span></span></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">I seem to run out of time so often… Can you share some of yours?</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Take care all!</span></span></span></p><p></p></u></span><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-266855958635900506?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma/Cowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956566843163939955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-10840579383806690252010-03-14T08:06:00.002-07:002010-03-14T08:28:40.480-07:00Warmth... please!<div><div style="text-align: center;">Finally, the last few days have been warm, or I should say NOT COLD. Makes me long for the summer. We have had snow and rain so much that the horses stalls are solid muddy manure and trying to get through them is oh so much fun! LOL </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am one that would rather be working outside than in the house. So warm days make me want to do something outside, but inside work is what is on the books. We worked a lot more on our remodel yesterday texturing the walls, what a pain that was. The texture/hopper we rented is a piece of crap. The trigger is so hard to pull that I cannot even do it, so hubby has to do that part and.... to make it work best he must shake it as he goes along. I make the texture mix, which is not all that easy, but at least I can contribute somewhere. LOL! We were able to paint one wall and today we will do some touch ups and we should be able to paint a few more walls. I am so tired of the furniture all pushed into the middle of the room, I am tired of everything having a fine white powder coat to it from the sanding we have had to do. But this hard work will pay off. We will have a larger bedroom, woot woot! A bigger laundry room and a mud room, thank goodness!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, as I sit here on the computer listening to my hubby and puppy do their morning moans, I need to get in gear.</div><div style="text-align: center;">take care all!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><p style="text-align: center;"><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig2.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-1084057938380669025?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma/Cowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956566843163939955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-33396737510373176632010-03-04T11:05:00.005-07:002010-03-04T11:20:07.838-07:00Home again...<div>I cannot stand this cough, but since I have to be home, I get to play in my favorite spot on the web, <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/">DeviantArt</a> of course!! I must confess, I spent way too long trying to make an avatar for myself to use there in my identity. Seems that everything I came up with, the finished kb size was too large. They only allow 15kb max. I am just learning to use PhotoShop CS4 and I am trying to figure out the tools. I used PaintShop Pro for many years and this is so different, but I do see that it will be fun once I use it more.It is suppose to be the best for manipulation pictures. I even saw a tutorial on YouTube that showed how to give a girl bigger boobs.. that was a crack up!But I am happy to start using it. I hope to use it for all the pictures I take of my grandbaby and of course my horses and other animals.<br /><br />I am starting a new art piece. It is going to be called Tenuous. It will be my first piece made in PS CS4, other than these little itty bitty icon I did.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPYYpJG9qF0/S4_5agE2tiI/AAAAAAAAACM/5AgzR4-OvSU/s1600-h/mom_dA2.PNG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SPYYpJG9qF0/S4_5agE2tiI/AAAAAAAAACM/5AgzR4-OvSU/s320/mom_dA2.PNG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444844708196431394" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPYYpJG9qF0/S4_5aa6KpJI/AAAAAAAAACE/AS1JEOBRPGI/s1600-h/dAicon2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SPYYpJG9qF0/S4_5aa6KpJI/AAAAAAAAACE/AS1JEOBRPGI/s320/dAicon2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444844706809422994" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPYYpJG9qF0/S4_5ZyQ2e8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/HW4pv8SUvMY/s1600-h/mom_dA.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 50px; height: 50px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPYYpJG9qF0/S4_5ZyQ2e8I/AAAAAAAAAB8/HW4pv8SUvMY/s320/mom_dA.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444844695898717122" /></a><br />They are cute, but too much work when I don't know what I am doing!..... LOL<br /><br />y'all take care!<br /><div><br /></div><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig2.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-3339673751037317663?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma/Cowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956566843163939955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-54089764812784036462010-03-03T14:11:00.003-07:002010-03-03T14:23:07.664-07:00<div>So, I am off today because I am sick. I have a super bad cough. The kind that makes you puke cause you are counghing so hard.<br />I did go to the doc yesterday, she gave me cough syrup with codeine in it so I can sleep at night. And Albutirol to help catch my breath when it gets hard to breath.<br />But it is not stopping me from spending a little time here in my blog and a whole lot of time catching up on some old shows I have recorded.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I have become an addict of a place called deviantART.com </div><br /><div>I go there every chance I get to see the wonderful art work that people produce in all medias. These are from the everyday, you and me type person.<br />Here is my lastest submission I put there.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 275px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444521077220054770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SPYYpJG9qF0/S47TEsvUFvI/AAAAAAAAABU/SnrD7ag7hWs/s320/MaskinPlans.jpg" /><br /><div>I made this graphic to go to the song "Makin' Plans" by Miranda Lambert</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I am getting so much inspiration to learn more in PS CS4, which I<br />got a few weeks back. Big change from PaintShopProX2.<br />There are some things I just do not like, or I should say<br />there are things in PaintShop that I wished PhotoShop CS4 had.<br />Just going to take some getting used to. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Excuse me while I having a coughing fit... take care all!<br />Take care all<br /></div><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig2.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-5408976481278403646?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma/Cowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956566843163939955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-52742211481395603052010-03-01T18:50:00.004-07:002010-03-01T19:08:47.443-07:00I knew it would happen...<p>I found something to go hog wild with. </p><p>I have mentioned before that I am into doing graphics for my webpages... well, now there is a site that I am so addicted to called <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/">deviantArt</a> where I can share all my graphics and get so many other ideas for new graphics. I am just dabbling in it, but there are so many there that are truly wonderful artists, I am in awe of them all.</p><br /><p>TrainWreck... this would be a fantastic place to show your photos/prints. Many people there have their photos and artwork for sale.</p><br /><p>I actually would rather be browsing or creating than anything else right now, but I have to do my taxes. They are screamin at me to get them done. </p><p>So, off I go</p><p>byeeee for now ya'll</p><br /><p></p><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig2.jpg" width="117" height="45" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-5274221148139560305?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma/Cowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956566843163939955noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-29942122968870176672010-01-28T15:25:00.003-07:002010-01-28T16:03:41.752-07:00Where or Where Has The Time Gone?...<p>I just was over at a fellow blogging gal's blog, Pony Girl Rides Again, and was reading her <a href="http://ponygirlridesagain.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-hacker.html">Blogger Hacker</a> post. I am just not that organized. I used to sit here in my free time (oh yea, there was a such thing as that at one time) and fiddle with my blog layout. I used to, on my drive to work think about what can I write for my blog. I used to look for something worthy of a picture and then think about what wonderful witty thing I could say about it. I used to ... my famous words right now.</p><p>I give myself excuses, but the truth is, I go through phases. I learn new things and go hog wild toward that thing. </p><p>We moved to AZ and got horses! I absolutely love my horses and I went hog wild with them and made myself a cowgirl. (I am really just a wanna-be cowgirl)... But a cowgirl at heart all the time!</p><p>I got into this blogging thing and thought about it all the time when I first got started. I went hog wild and would read tons of other's blogs and have almost no other time for anything because I wanted to keep up with so many wonderful blogs. I envied those that could write so often, but I had fun and even got the hubby going with it too. (And he can write some good stuff). </p><p>Then we had foster kids and our time was geared toward that wonderful choice in our lives. Of course I went hog wild, how could you not when you were caring for these children that all they needed was love and family.</p><p>Then I got into scrapbooking, computer scrapbooking that is. I went... yep .. you know it.. hog wild. I would go to so many scrapbooking blogs and collect as much stuff as I could to work with my photos (I still have all that stuff). But did I actually put all that stuff to layouts with my photos.. NO. Not for lack of wanting to.. just because I got into something else.</p><p>I got into making music webpages. I went hog wild again! You can check them out <a href="http://cowgirlrock.110mb.com/">HERE</a>. I love making graphics in my paint program, so I would do graphics to music. I would listen to a song and take a bunch of stock photos of many things and come up with a picture of what I felt goes with the song. Some would take hours before I felt the picture was what I wanted, some I would trash after hours and start again. I am still doing these and work on them when I can.</p><p>Then my hubby got us working on the remodel. And because of this, I wanted to be able to let the kids in California see our progress, I have come back to blogging.</p><p>I never really left, but it is good to be back. And I hope to keep up with it more. But I won't make any promises... who knows what I will go hog wild about next. LOL </p><p style="text-align: center;"> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig2.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-2994212296887017667?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma/Cowgirlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14956566843163939955noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-67986655148946941962010-01-17T20:05:00.001-07:002010-01-17T20:11:19.353-07:00Remodeling Fun... and What a Mess...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"></span><br /><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">So, here we are a into this remodel we are doing. </span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: blue;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;">We did bits here and there each weekend after the start of this remodel on Dec 5th</span></span></span></span><span style="color: blue;">.</span></span><br /></div></span><br /><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;">The pictures below are from December 31st, through January 17th...</span></span></span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium;">Dec 31st: This is from the formal living room toward what will be the bedroom, this is an archway that the hubby is getting ready to fill.</span>  This is a mess!!</span></span><br /></div></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PE3O4N9OI/AAAAAAAAAm8/GI5PqNAgL08/s1600-h/livingtonewbedwall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PE3O4N9OI/AAAAAAAAAm8/GI5PqNAgL08/s320/livingtonewbedwall.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here is another view of this archway but looking toward the living room.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PE6TPQo8I/AAAAAAAAAnE/_AckWnb8yWQ/s1600-h/NewBedtoLivingWall.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PE6TPQo8I/AAAAAAAAAnE/_AckWnb8yWQ/s320/NewBedtoLivingWall.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">_________________________<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">January 1st.  What a good way to start the new year...<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is the current bedroom wall, we are leaving this up because of all the electric to our bedroom is in these wires.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PGaMsaitI/AAAAAAAAAnM/-Q-HL3y-swo/s1600-h/bedroomwall1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PGaMsaitI/AAAAAAAAAnM/-Q-HL3y-swo/s320/bedroomwall1.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here is the old bedroom door frame...<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PGe3m6BtI/AAAAAAAAAnc/9_3dJJ8dPdE/s1600-h/bedroomdoorway1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PGe3m6BtI/AAAAAAAAAnc/9_3dJJ8dPdE/s320/bedroomdoorway1.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We were able to reuse this door frame, but ...the top of the frame (below) was a bit more difficult to get out because of the way it was hooked to the ceiling... we did it though!<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PGciDzv5I/AAAAAAAAAnU/KG1dcdZmkR4/s1600-h/oldDoorframe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PGciDzv5I/AAAAAAAAAnU/KG1dcdZmkR4/s320/oldDoorframe.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">__________________________________________<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">January 10th.... It took us  some installing and reinstalling to get the door into the moved doorframe, but we got it hung and level.. (this was FUN!!!! not!!!)<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PIOzVC_qI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Vv1GWok47hU/s1600-h/newdoorframe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PIOzVC_qI/AAAAAAAAAnk/Vv1GWok47hU/s320/newdoorframe.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">___________________________________<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">January 16th.... We cut the bottom of the sheetrock away to get ready to run the electric.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PIeyxTqcI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ydMwtZE-YFg/s1600-h/smallpunchAtfloor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PIeyxTqcI/AAAAAAAAAn0/ydMwtZE-YFg/s320/smallpunchAtfloor.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And we punched through one section of the old wall into the bedroom.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PIc7IPpTI/AAAAAAAAAns/brw5I1fT2d8/s1600-h/firstbedwallpunch.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PIc7IPpTI/AAAAAAAAAns/brw5I1fT2d8/s320/firstbedwallpunch.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">_______________________________________________<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Today, January 17th.....  This is taken from where our bed sits looking into the family room. Seems so close, but after we get the furniture in the living room rearranged I am sure we will get used to it. If you look at this new bedroom door, the family room is to the left, the living room to the right and straight ahead is the other end of hall into the other 3 bedrooms.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PJ9JJpXgI/AAAAAAAAAn8/AP2z4aBWwT4/s1600-h/bedroomToFamily.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PJ9JJpXgI/AAAAAAAAAn8/AP2z4aBWwT4/s320/bedroomToFamily.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Ok, we moved the wires and now we can punch out the rest of the old bedroom wall... WOOHOO!<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PKAIkEZYI/AAAAAAAAAoE/PwXuUYU7EZE/s1600-h/bedroomwalldown.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PKAIkEZYI/AAAAAAAAAoE/PwXuUYU7EZE/s320/bedroomwalldown.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">I was standing where you see the TV stand in the picture below before my hubby punched out all of the wall in the above photo and apparently it was not far enough away, because a piece of sheetrock came out and killed my leg! Yep, it killed it! Put a big gash in my shin, even made it bleed. Well, look at it this way, I will carry this scar with me remembering what a fun time we had remodeling our home!.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PLHaJbwnI/AAAAAAAAAoM/IFJN7Ay4yAg/s1600-h/bedroomwalldown2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PLHaJbwnI/AAAAAAAAAoM/IFJN7Ay4yAg/s320/bedroomwalldown2.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">As you can see, the bed has become a catch-all as we do laundry and try and keep up with the work on the house.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PLKwGfhwI/AAAAAAAAAoU/MGOwi6jyJX0/s1600-h/bedroomwalldown5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PLKwGfhwI/AAAAAAAAAoU/MGOwi6jyJX0/s320/bedroomwalldown5.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Did I mention was a big ass MESS this sheetrock is? Everything in the house has a fine white dust covering it. My poor little puppy coughs from the stuff and I am sneezing more than ever. It tastes like powder every time we breath and get some in our mouths!  pfffffttt!<br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I can't do too much of the heavy grunt work (it's best I just stay out of his way). So, I take to pulling the nails out of the wall framing we just knocked down.<br /></div><div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">These boards have 2 nails every 5 to 6 inches that have to be taken out... thank goodness for the little nail remover hubby has me use.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PLPIlKZPI/AAAAAAAAAok/k7doc7QumVE/s1600-h/nailsmoremails.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PLPIlKZPI/AAAAAAAAAok/k7doc7QumVE/s320/nailsmoremails.jpg" /></a><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">WOW... no more wall! This was a big break through!<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PLMyfDIFI/AAAAAAAAAoc/pqPEZ1oqfyc/s1600-h/bedroomwalldown3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/S1PLMyfDIFI/AAAAAAAAAoc/pqPEZ1oqfyc/s320/bedroomwalldown3.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">I am now a bit sore and relaxing in my large bedroom, that kind of sounds hollow, to be able to get this little snippet written of what it has been like here in the Rock household lately.</span></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 13px;">Stay tuned.... there will be more to come soon.</span></span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: 13px;"><br /></span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-6798665514894694196?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-77923585324293946812009-12-13T14:59:00.001-07:002009-12-13T15:02:52.475-07:00A remodel, Snow & a Rainbow...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, a few weeks ago, my hubby decides we are going to do a remodel. He wants to enlarge our master bedroom. So this was the start point...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">December 5th!<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVW6_Q3VqI/AAAAAAAAAlM/oTrgSKyt6r0/s1600-h/remodel1.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVW6_Q3VqI/AAAAAAAAAlM/oTrgSKyt6r0/s640/remodel1.gif" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our first goal was to agree on a floor plan. Which we did right away (a miracle).<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So we are going to take out the wall between the master bedroom and the dining room, which we were using as an office anyway. We will move the office into bedroom 2. Then we are going to move the washer and dryer out of the mud room and into where the master retreat is (which will then be the laundry room). Then we are going to add a wall between the bedroom and where the laundry will be.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here we are starting demolition... this is the fun part!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here goes the one dining wall in the hall area.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVYDzkcZuI/AAAAAAAAAlU/9mjhYp_5Srs/s1600-h/remodel2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVYDzkcZuI/AAAAAAAAAlU/9mjhYp_5Srs/s320/remodel2.gif" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVYTNG_4dI/AAAAAAAAAlk/U0TejuLmZzA/s1600-h/remodel4.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVYTNG_4dI/AAAAAAAAAlk/U0TejuLmZzA/s320/remodel4.gif" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Of course... with the knocking down walls comes the great big mess...<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVYXAv_ufI/AAAAAAAAAls/CBktMQhEJC8/s1600-h/remodel5.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVYXAv_ufI/AAAAAAAAAls/CBktMQhEJC8/s320/remodel5.gif" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now.... the bedroom wall. .<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVYbwL2zzI/AAAAAAAAAl0/xg8sk7smJa4/s1600-h/remodel6.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVYbwL2zzI/AAAAAAAAAl0/xg8sk7smJa4/s320/remodel6.gif" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We only knock out one side so we can keep the bedroom whole until we get the wiring moved and placed where it needs to go.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVYgqFQL9I/AAAAAAAAAl8/A6GrQh7Uu-s/s1600-h/remodel7.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVYgqFQL9I/AAAAAAAAAl8/A6GrQh7Uu-s/s320/remodel7.gif" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">More clean up. This is the current master bedroom wall and door that will be coming down and<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> moved about 10 feet.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVYrTd-RcI/AAAAAAAAAmE/sLs5jjyObKs/s1600-h/remodel8.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVYrTd-RcI/AAAAAAAAAmE/sLs5jjyObKs/s320/remodel8.gif" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Below is from what used to be the office/dining room wall, which is now part of the master bedroom and into the kitchen dining area. As you can<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">see, there are these open areas above the arch entries between kitchen and hall.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am thinking I want to make something there to be able to have light between bedroom wall and kitchen wall.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I don't have a clue what to do here to preserve the light filtering in and to be able to keep the noise down from<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">bedroom to kitchen dining area.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Have any ideas???<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVYxR3HeeI/AAAAAAAAAmM/eA3kthh8gtU/s1600-h/remodel9.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVYxR3HeeI/AAAAAAAAAmM/eA3kthh8gtU/s320/remodel9.gif" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This is the finished floor plan.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVdQuQOWvI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Mm5snStWZkg/s1600-h/remodel10.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVdQuQOWvI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Mm5snStWZkg/s640/remodel10.gif" /></a><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Along with the floor plan change, we of course are putting in new carpeting in the<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">bedroom and painting the long wall of the bedroom.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">AND... putting tile in the kitchen.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We hope to have a bunch of the kids out from California<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">to help with this project some time in February.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Monday, December 7th we have a storm come through.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> It was very windy, we could hear the wind all night long.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It brought snow!<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The drive into work was treacherous. It was still dark.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The highway was covered in black ice and snow. We did not have the plows out here.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I eased my way onto the highway. The second I felt the truck fishtailing, I would let off<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">the gas and just keep myself in the middle of the road.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This guy in a small SUV behind me was on my butt, so I pulled over enough to let 'em by.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I noticed a lot of fishtailing going on with him, so I slowed down to keep a good distance. Then<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I saw a bunch more fishtailing from him and then noticed he swerved from our lane over to the opposite side of the road and into the little snow bank.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I just slowly drove past and saw he was fine other than being stuck, so I did not stop.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I kinda gave him a wave and silently called him a jerk.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I made it to work just fine. A coworker that came in about 45 minutes later said he and several more cars were there stuck on the side of the road when she went by.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I did not get pictures that day.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">BUT<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thursday, December 10th I took a few.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We still had snow on the ground.<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyViEdk36XI/AAAAAAAAAmc/0WasFAuXXOs/s1600-h/snow2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyViEdk36XI/AAAAAAAAAmc/0WasFAuXXOs/s320/snow2.gif" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyViIwtDDhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/yZGvW-kejYE/s1600-h/snow3.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyViIwtDDhI/AAAAAAAAAmk/yZGvW-kejYE/s320/snow3.gif" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyViMT-2YnI/AAAAAAAAAms/4rlVQ1wIS4A/s1600-h/snow4.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyViMT-2YnI/AAAAAAAAAms/4rlVQ1wIS4A/s320/snow4.gif" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Today is December 13th... it is raining.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVjMkCbnHI/AAAAAAAAAm0/2K1l-OfvqIk/s1600-h/rainbow.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SyVjMkCbnHI/AAAAAAAAAm0/2K1l-OfvqIk/s320/rainbow.gif" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and look at the beautiful rainbow we saw from our front window!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a complete rainbow, but my camera lens was not wide<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">enough to get the whole thing.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I hope everyone is enjoying the shopping days before Christmas!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Take care, y'all!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">momma/cowgirl<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-7792358532429394681?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-7532303431877147662009-11-05T12:21:00.000-07:002009-11-05T12:21:28.550-07:00Update to the battle of the bulge!!So, I had dental work on Monday. I have lost 14 lbs since then. I have stitches in my gums, so I have not eatin, I am sure that helps. I just don't want anything at all to bother the healing. But, you know darn well once I can eat again all the weight will find its way back onto my hips!<br /><br />I have decided that now that we actually HAVE to clock out for 1/2 hour at work that I am going to take walks. The area is nice and I will go by several places that have horses so I can visit. Ten hour days at the computer can hinder this diet for me, but I am going to try my best.<br /><br />My son, TRuck, he said a few weeks back, "Hey Mom, Dad, how would you guys like to walk with me when I am home in the evenings?" WOW, I asked him why he said this, I think he was being kind to say that he just wanted to spend time and felt that it would be good for all of us. But I am going to take him up on this.<br /><br />I am also going to be able to ride with a friend at least once a week, which I absolutely love to do.<br /><br />I'll check in with you again soon.<br /><img alt="post signature" class="centered" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig2.jpg " /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-753230343187714766?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-53280403382523256562009-11-01T22:29:00.003-07:002009-11-01T23:20:06.841-07:00Just call me chubby (I mean FAT)!!<div style="text-align: center;">So, I am to the point where I totally hate myself! I AM FAT! I am embarrassed at letting myself get this way. I am saying now," I wished I had done something to lose weight when I was a FAT 140 lbs". I certainly do not want to be saying at , lets say 170, that I wished I had done something when I was an even fatter 160 lbs.. So, I have to eat healthier, no sweets and exercise more!!! I write this here to get my motivation going. I am sharing with you some pictures of me over the last 20 years. I hope by me seeing these pics, I will keep myself in line!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5YkEDFOVI/AAAAAAAAAlE/pSE9_dyN63A/s1600-h/mom32.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5YkEDFOVI/AAAAAAAAAlE/pSE9_dyN63A/s320/mom32.gif" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>So it begins</b>.... Here I was with my mother, I was 34 yrs old and weigh 121 lbs (my six kids are ages 14 yrs down to 3 yrs old). I did pretty good. I weighed 98 lbs when I got pregnant with my 1st son. I got back down to 106 after he was born, then got pregnant when he was 3 months old and lost that baby, but kept the 10 lbs I had gained before getting pregnant again, then after my 2nd son (who is 18 months younger then my first born), I just could not seem to get below 119 to 121 lbs. I did however get down to the 121 lbs mark after each and every child.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5YgpveZAI/AAAAAAAAAk8/J3ymMVYp7eQ/s1600-h/mom39.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5YgpveZAI/AAAAAAAAAk8/J3ymMVYp7eQ/s320/mom39.gif" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I was 39 here, I was about 122 lbs, not too bad, (my kids are now 19 yrs old down to 8). I had been doing a ton of running around to football, baseball, cheerleading and so forth keeping up with the kids,<br /> I am sure this is why I was able to<br />keep my weight down.<br />(as you can tell... I am little,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am 5 ft 1 1/2" tall)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5YR8rBA6I/AAAAAAAAAk0/bnAMGg1cWVY/s1600-h/mom40.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5YR8rBA6I/AAAAAAAAAk0/bnAMGg1cWVY/s320/mom40.gif" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was 40 here, my daughter  is 12,<br />we are in Florida at Disney World<br />for a cheerleading competition<br /> (Her sqaud won 3rd from all of the united states)!!  I think I was maybe 125 lbs then.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">There was less kids sports practices and events to run around for.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5YOnWR2DI/AAAAAAAAAks/e-AltiCTl0g/s1600-h/mom42.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5YOnWR2DI/AAAAAAAAAks/e-AltiCTl0g/s320/mom42.gif" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><--------------------I was 43 here and....<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">                                                 Slowly, but surely ... packing it on!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">                                         I was up to 132 lbs here.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">   <br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5YMV8ZOII/AAAAAAAAAkk/Lx17I6UULVE/s1600-h/mom45.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5YMV8ZOII/AAAAAAAAAkk/Lx17I6UULVE/s320/mom45.gif" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">               <br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am 45 here, and a I actually lost a few<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">                   pounds, I think I was down to about 128.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">         Then I discovered a wonderful food called<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">         ravioli in Alfredo sauce.<br />A coworker  got me hooked on it<br /> and it became my lunch 3 times a week<br />and I gained at least 10 lbs.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">                 I moved to Arizona and vowed to lose weight.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">                 I didn't! (not YET anyway).<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5YJ_rKPHI/AAAAAAAAAkc/sHjwcjvSsjc/s1600-h/mom47.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5YJ_rKPHI/AAAAAAAAAkc/sHjwcjvSsjc/s320/mom47.gif" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">        Here I am at 47 and weighing in at a<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">whopping 142 lbs.<br /><br />Swearing that I must lose weight!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5YAvpqPlI/AAAAAAAAAkE/5Iz2uTxOjkM/s1600/mom50.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5YAvpqPlI/AAAAAAAAAkE/5Iz2uTxOjkM/s320/mom50.gif" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">            Here I am at 48 1/2 and have gained some.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">                          I weigh 148  here.<br />                          (geez... more than just pudgy that is                                                                                    for sure!!!)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Unfortunately I gained more and stayed at about 155 to 161 for about 10 months.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">                Then....<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5YDmfdfuI/AAAAAAAAAkM/53MMMghPhog/s1600-h/mom49.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5YDmfdfuI/AAAAAAAAAkM/53MMMghPhog/s320/mom49.gif" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">When I was a real estate agent,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I had 2 tremendously stressful<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">deals that took so much out of me,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I lost 20 lbs in 4 weeks.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here I am at 49.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was down to 138 again,<br />I was unhealthy in that I just didn't eat and I was losing my hair, my nails<br />got week. Amazing what terrible things stress can do to a body.<br />I got thru the real estate deals and I was.feeling better about myself.<br /><br /><br />Luckily<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I kept all that weight off for a year!! Yeehaw<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5YHqUWnrI/AAAAAAAAAkU/wiVUkYNpnhM/s1600-h/mom48.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5YHqUWnrI/AAAAAAAAAkU/wiVUkYNpnhM/s1600/mom48.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5YHqUWnrI/AAAAAAAAAkU/wiVUkYNpnhM/s320/mom48.gif" /></a><span style="color: black;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">But ... I am getting older, my metabolism is not what it used to be.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here I am sometime in my 50th year.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I went through menopause (oh joy!)<br />And with menopause came several things, my thyroid was<br />whacked. I became anemic.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">((luckily my menopause symptoms,<br />(the hot flashes and weight gain)<br />only lasted about 2 weeks, thank goodness))<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">BUT, and this is a big but.... I gained 15 lbs in those 2 weeks.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, now I am back up to almost 155 lbs<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">and I am hating myself!!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">What to do????<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Well, eat of course!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, 2+ years later and<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">here I am again hitting over 160 on the scale! I don't want to confess to<br />exactly how much over 160, but it is less than 165........<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">In other words<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">FAT!!!<br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5X9K_i5CI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mZg4CoWN9ys/s1600-h/mom52.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Su5X9K_i5CI/AAAAAAAAAj8/mZg4CoWN9ys/s320/mom52.gif" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, here I sit vowing to lose weight. I tell myself<br />I have to lose 40 lbs, so that if I gain back half of it, it won't be too bad.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">BUT.... I want to lose it all right now!!!!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">OK, I know what I need to do, and<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">because I wrote this for all to see,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am going to start today  to lose weight!<br />Hey, I am off to a good start.... I haven't eatin' anything for7 hours,<br /> but of course it is 11:15 at night.<br />LOL<br /><br />I have a dental appointment tomorrow, they will be doing a lot of dental work,<br />so this may be a good head start... I will be too<br />sore to eat much, if anything.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Check back with me, I will update as I lose it.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(and I don't mean my mind)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">hahaha!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i>Momma/Cowgirl</i></b></span></span><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b><i><br /></i></b></span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-5328040338252325656?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-91451727082908382682009-09-09T14:41:00.004-07:002009-09-09T14:58:06.926-07:00keepin track...I am trying to put together a notebook to keep track of all stuff horse related for my little ranch here. I had at one point some preprinted papers from Country Supply (Horse.com), but found these to be too detail oriented. I am looking for a simple way to keep track of feed, grain, psyllium, farrier time, bath time, etc. I guess I can just type something up and place it in my notebook, but thought I should come to the blog world and ask. So... <div><br /></div><div>1) what do you use to keep track of the above mentioned things?</div><div>2) what do you have on your list of scheduled items for your horses? </div><div><br /></div><div>thank ya all for your input!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /><p style="text-align: right;"> <img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig2.jpg" /></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-9145172708290838268?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-62111564709112107112009-08-24T20:08:00.005-07:002009-08-24T20:28:36.490-07:00<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; "><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; ">It has been forever since I have been able to put some time into writing a blog entry.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; ">There has been loads that has been going on. I will try and mention the most important things, then maybe over the course of the next few days fill in some of the mundane things.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; ">When last I wrote I mentioned about having to fix our truck. We did finally get it up and running after almost 3 weeks. The only thing is it is still not right. Apparently there is a sensor that needs replacing (this is the one that makes it so it starts right up, rather than hesitate a little).<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; ">Several months ago I spoke of having our friends horses here with no payment and them basically taking advantage of s. Well, hallelujah, <st1:place st="on">Isis</st1:place> (the chestnut Arabian) has found a new lease on life elsewhere. Literally, she is being leased out (we were not told that if the lease is up where the horse will go to). But we are down to 4 horses here. Since <st1:place st="on">Isis</st1:place> has been gone, it has gotten worse in getting the owner to have feed here. Every week we have covered the feed for 3-4 days, then when they bring a bale, we let them know that they owe us almost the whole bale they drop off… then we go for another week before they show up with more. If not for the owners boyfriend being our dear loyal friend, we would have walked the horse back to the owners property and tied it to one of their fence posts. We are waiting for the mysterious person from <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Wyoming</st1:place></st1:state> to show up and whisk Prince away in the night and all will be fine in the Rock Barn…. LOL!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; ">The quad that hubby got in April is already on Craigslist for sale. It is apparently just too fast for what we need it for which is trails. It is more a dunes kinda machine. So, we are hoping for a buyer soon!! Anyone need a FAST AND FURIOUS quad???<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><i><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; font-style: italic; "><o:p> </o:p></span></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; ">In April we went to <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Calif</st1:place></st1:state> to go to my daughters baby shower. She was expecting a beautiful baby granddaughter for me! And of course, she has had that sweet little dall since then. Brookelynn was born on June 15<sup>th</sup> after about 9 hours labor and weighed in at a whooping 9 lbs 15 oz. She is so beautiful! As you can see for yourself………….<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; ">Here are some of the many pictures we have of her.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;">Brookelynn, 3 wks...</span></span></p></span></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SpNZOdhbElI/AAAAAAAAAj0/aw16JV1KpKw/s1600-h/Brooke+3+wks.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SpNZOdhbElI/AAAAAAAAAj0/aw16JV1KpKw/s320/Brooke+3+wks.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373736885360988754" /></a>Brookelyn and TRuck,,,<div>5 wks<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SpNZOAMpLyI/AAAAAAAAAjs/6BbjmCKK7-Y/s1600-h/BrookeTRuck.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SpNZOAMpLyI/AAAAAAAAAjs/6BbjmCKK7-Y/s320/BrookeTRuck.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373736877489205026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SpNZNjw4OSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/P5LlRPXtKkw/s1600-h/Brooke+5+wks.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SpNZNjw4OSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/P5LlRPXtKkw/s320/Brooke+5+wks.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373736869856557346" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SpNZM7Xi1tI/AAAAAAAAAjc/U0PmuGeux7w/s1600-h/Brooke7wks.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SpNZM7Xi1tI/AAAAAAAAAjc/U0PmuGeux7w/s320/Brooke7wks.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373736859012880082" /></a>Brooke at 8 wks..... she is such a cutie (No, I am not prejudice!!! LOL)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SpNZMgixCwI/AAAAAAAAAjU/EjNBkGbOqC8/s1600-h/Brooke8wks.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SpNZMgixCwI/AAAAAAAAAjU/EjNBkGbOqC8/s320/Brooke8wks.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373736851812190978" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 12px; "><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; ">Brookelynn was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis at 6 weeks. This was a devastating blow for our family. I read everything I could on it. My daughter and I cried for days. We have now gotten to a point where we understand that this is a disease that is having more and more research done and are coming up with many new drugs that make the mortality rate older and older. Brookelynn was put on special enzymes and vitamins and medication to help with her digestive tract. She is to take a sweat test soon that will indicate just how bad she has the disease. Her last Cystic Fibrosis check up proved wonderful. They have taken her off all enzymes, and medications because she is having no problems with her digestion. She is now 2 months old and almost 15 and a half lbs already. We are blessed with her!!<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; ">A few months back, when Boo, son #4, came to visit, he got me into doing web pages and HTML. Since then I have been engulfed in making web pages … just fun music pages. I have spent so much time doing this, I do almost nothing else. I like working in my paint program to come up with images to use on my web pages. I will post the images here as I complete them just for the heck of it.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; ">This Friday night hubby, a buddy of hubby’s from his work, me and TRuck, are going to the Cardinals Football Game (pre season) they are playing the Green Bay Packers who is my hubby’s favorite team. Whish used to be my son TRuck’s fav team also because of Brett Favre. I am looking forward to see the stadium; I think it is going to be great. Our seats are not too far off the field level near the 20 yard line of the Packers side. I will grab some pics to share for sure.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; ">Then next week we are going to <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">Calif</st1:place></st1:state> to see my precious grandbaby! We only get to be there for 6 days, but I hope to spend every second I can with that special baby… or and with my own kids.. LOL<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; ">OH, oh… I still have pics from when we went on that cruise back in Feb.. Oh my Goodness!! I will post about that in the next few days.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; ">I have so many blogs to get back to reading. I usually try to go back a few months and read what I missed, but this time, I am sorry I am not going to be able to go back that far. I miss all my fav blogs and some new ones that I have book marked to start reading. There is not enough time in my day to do all the things I want to do let alone the things I should do and don’t get done.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; "><o:p> </o:p></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; font-size: 12pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "><span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS'; ">Take care all… i’ll be baaaackkkk!</span></span></p></span><div><br /></div><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig2.jpg" /></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-6211156470911210711?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-20782605157106752962009-06-05T14:48:00.008-07:002009-06-05T16:30:51.639-07:00Nice day outside/Saturday May 30th...<div style="text-align: center;">This is our beautiful quarter horse Bunny. When we got her, she was about 17 years old (we have had her about 5 years now) and the most gentle horse. She is a big girl at 16.1 hh. She was mostly used at camps for children as a trail horse. There was a time she spent in Tennessee and the prior owners said she got tick bites and that is why she has the white spots on her. <br /></div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SimbMhyBJpI/AAAAAAAAAjE/7ajHWoD3cKE/s320/bunny1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343973072380700306" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is a closer look at the many spots she has.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We have been asked numerous times if she has Appaloosa in her. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Hubby loves his big beauty Bunny. </div><div style="text-align: center;">We both wish we could get out and ride more!!</div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SimbM3OqkqI/AAAAAAAAAjM/yJr_yu0ORks/s320/bunny.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343973078138000034" /><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is my palomino Jackie and her baby, Toby</div><div style="text-align: center;"> (who is not really a baby anymore at 3 years old)</div><div style="text-align: center;">Jackie is the alpha mare in my brood of 5 horses. Except when it comes to Toby, she never makes Toby go away when they eat.</div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SimbMZ6O6JI/AAAAAAAAAi8/VDjgbeDh8_0/s1600-h/momma.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SimbMZ6O6JI/AAAAAAAAAi8/VDjgbeDh8_0/s320/momma.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343973070267672722" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Toby's sire was a Tobiano, so he has a beautiful washed out coloring to his spots. He has a mexican hat and the most beautiful blue eyes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Toby has had no real training, but because of his momma Jackie</div><div style="text-align: center;">and his auntie Bunny, he has picked up the best behaviors.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Toby is a very laid back horse and loves attention.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sima2z9vIvI/AAAAAAAAAi0/pwWuXmGaoBI/s1600-h/mommatoby.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sima2z9vIvI/AAAAAAAAAi0/pwWuXmGaoBI/s320/mommatoby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343972699304567538" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">You can't see real well, but he does have blue eyes behind those white eyelashes.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sima2uEWY3I/AAAAAAAAAis/xsVF-GIrLgE/s1600-h/toby.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sima2uEWY3I/AAAAAAAAAis/xsVF-GIrLgE/s320/toby.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343972697721693042" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">My hubby got a new 660 quad and already he is taking it apart to fix a few minor things.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sima2f2aQyI/AAAAAAAAAik/Z8EAA673wGM/s1600-h/quad.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sima2f2aQyI/AAAAAAAAAik/Z8EAA673wGM/s320/quad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343972693905130274" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~</div><div style="text-align: center;">We have one of my sons out from California this weekend to help us fix our truck.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He really did not have to do this, but he wanted to make sure we </div><div style="text-align: center;">had our truck running to go out to see our daughter have her baby daughter.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Today it was suppose to rain. This is the sky to the south and it was very clear. <br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sima2MowbeI/AAAAAAAAAic/wsrQSBSBs-o/s1600-h/weather2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sima2MowbeI/AAAAAAAAAic/wsrQSBSBs-o/s320/weather2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343972688747589090" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I looked straight up and saw the moon amongst the clouds.</div><div style="text-align: center;">What a pretty sight. </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sima18kCSmI/AAAAAAAAAiU/KOYKyKtYQ_0/s1600-h/moon.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sima18kCSmI/AAAAAAAAAiU/KOYKyKtYQ_0/s320/moon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343972684432820834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The rain did come, but it was pretty far to the north of us... thank goodness!</div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a shot to the north of our property, if it was clear, we could see the San Fransisco Peaks and the top of the mountain in Flagstaff.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SimaLuGQpQI/AAAAAAAAAiM/zoMtEF7OMko/s1600-h/weather.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SimaLuGQpQI/AAAAAAAAAiM/zoMtEF7OMko/s320/weather.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343971958995330306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is my GMC waiting to get it's fly wheel changed. Wouldn't you know it, </div><div style="text-align: center;">we get it all apart, pulled out the bad fly wheel</div><div style="text-align: center;"> to find that the auto parts store gave us the wrong one.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hubby and my sons go out the next day to check with all the auto parts places they can. We are just too small a town (we have 2 auto parts stores) and the next towns over also did not have the part we needed. So we had to wait til Monday to order it. (we picked it up last night).</div><div style="text-align: center;">We definetly need this fixed, my daughter is due June 17th (which is also my </div><div style="text-align: center;">hubby's birthday...*Smiles*)</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SimaLXBFthI/AAAAAAAAAiE/owQRtsWUqH8/s1600-h/gmc.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SimaLXBFthI/AAAAAAAAAiE/owQRtsWUqH8/s320/gmc.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343971952799626770" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">My oldest son, Mattress brought back my youngest son's, TRuck's, truck.</div><div style="text-align: center;">This was kind of a long story. But I'll briefly tell ya about it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">TRuck was spending too much fixing the truck up,</div><div style="text-align: center;">getting computers to make it faster, getting a wench, lifting it, getting great big tires </div><div style="text-align: center;">and more. But... he did not bother to make sure he had enough to pay the payments,</div><div style="text-align: center;">so he ended up missing one, then he was about to miss another one.</div><div style="text-align: center;">So, back in February, TRuck's oldest brother, Mattress said he would take the truck, get the payments caught up and then take over the payments. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Long story short, circumstances came about that it was not what Mattress</div><div style="text-align: center;">really wanted in a truck and TRuck wanted his truck back if </div><div style="text-align: center;">Mattress was okay with it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SimaKxwNBnI/AAAAAAAAAh8/00cmHgxOd1U/s1600-h/t-truck.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SimaKxwNBnI/AAAAAAAAAh8/00cmHgxOd1U/s320/t-truck.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343971942796691058" /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, TRuck has his truck back with a more mature attitude about making sure he makes the payments before he does anything else.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SimaKSjRoCI/AAAAAAAAAh0/4GPngzSNX1w/s1600-h/t-truck2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SimaKSjRoCI/AAAAAAAAAh0/4GPngzSNX1w/s320/t-truck2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343971934420967458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">We were suppose to take care of the 100 or so weeds we have out in the </div><div style="text-align: center;">pasture, these are so pretty... but boy are they sticker infested </div><div style="text-align: center;">and are not good for the horses.</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SimaKdZjLFI/AAAAAAAAAhs/IjQaWGK9F44/s1600-h/weed.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SimaKdZjLFI/AAAAAAAAAhs/IjQaWGK9F44/s320/weed.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343971937332964434" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;">It is now June 5th and we have not been out to pick these weeds...Damn it!<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig2.jpg" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-2078260515710675296?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-41119913031338623992009-05-24T21:52:00.004-07:002009-05-24T22:00:04.984-07:00Wanna Barn...<div style="text-align: center;">As I drive around my small town on a leisurely excursion, I am in awe of all the different barns that people have around here. I do have a dream of getting a barn of my own one of these days.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my dream barn:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family:'times new roman';"><b><span style="font-size:+3;"><u><span style="font-size:+3;color:#004000;">ABILENE FOUR-STALL BARN</span></u></span></b>12'x12' Stalls<br />Floor Space: 1,440 Sq. Ft.<br />Loft Area: 576 Sq. Ft.<br />Ridge Height - 21'<img src="http://www.barnsbarnsbarns.com/abilene.jpg" alt="Abilene" width="452" height="292" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(128, 0, 0); font-family:'times new roman';"><img src="http://www.barnsbarnsbarns.com/abilenefp.jpg" alt="Abilene f/p" width="400" height="382" /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">And right now this is the barn I can afford:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SholHvGDapI/AAAAAAAAAg8/Z3ovCBx2xL4/s320/toybarn.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339621123032312466" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">YEEHAW !!</span></span></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p style="text-align: center;"><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig2.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-4111991303133862399?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-22144571479334711822009-05-20T05:31:00.002-07:002009-05-20T05:36:44.114-07:00Wordless Wednesday.... muuuwwwaaaaaaah... smooch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/ShP4_hUeeGI/AAAAAAAAAg0/31jX0Kg3UzE/s1600-h/mwahcowkiss.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 420px; height: 361px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/ShP4_hUeeGI/AAAAAAAAAg0/31jX0Kg3UzE/s320/mwahcowkiss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337883753523869794" /></a><br /><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig2.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-2214457147933471182?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-56993134387227672142009-05-14T21:53:00.004-07:002009-05-14T22:04:12.167-07:00Diet Anyone???<div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal">I have to lose weight. I am getting to the age where the weight comes on but it, for some unknown reason, doesn’t go away all by itself. Over the last year and a half I had gained almost 20 pounds (since the lovely menopause happening).</p></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sgz3SyK1PgI/AAAAAAAAAgs/1mKhdOKj8_E/s1600-h/scale.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 296px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sgz3SyK1PgI/AAAAAAAAAgs/1mKhdOKj8_E/s320/scale.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335911560604106242" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal">It’s nice to have to buy a bigger bra… </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">but I refuse to have to buy bigger pants!!! LOL</p></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sgz3LaEirqI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fZc4hWZFbWg/s1600-h/jeans.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sgz3LaEirqI/AAAAAAAAAgk/fZc4hWZFbWg/s320/jeans.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335911433876188834" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal">Where I worked before I had to walk up and down 2 flights of stairs at least 5 times a day. Now where I work, there is not much walking involved. I sit at a computer for most the day unless a patient needs a representative to talk to. And I just don’t get on my horses enough, to get any exercise out of that. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I read in a recent Family Circle magazine about these 4 ladies that are starting a diet and exercise plan… they are all going to do some sort of walking regimen. I am going to pick one and also write down a bit of a diet plan to eat healthier (I don’t eat enough calories in a day as it is to worry about that part) I WILL ADD MORE WATER TO MY DIET!!!<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span></p></div><p style="text-align: right;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: right;"><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig2.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-5699313438722767214?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-69993993316021850432009-05-13T05:22:00.000-07:002009-05-13T05:22:00.734-07:00Wordless Wednesday... Heavy Helmet<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SgpcUwqNjEI/AAAAAAAAAgc/k7YCtjbP-kQ/s1600-h/Marcus1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SgpcUwqNjEI/AAAAAAAAAgc/k7YCtjbP-kQ/s320/Marcus1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335178220302863426" /><br /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;">~~~~</span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SgpcU9AGzSI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Np6WTlCvEnw/s1600-h/Marcus2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SgpcU9AGzSI/AAAAAAAAAgU/Np6WTlCvEnw/s320/Marcus2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335178223615921442" /><br /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;">~~~~</span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SgpcUt_LjSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/iC0J9O1laJs/s1600-h/Marcus3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SgpcUt_LjSI/AAAAAAAAAgM/iC0J9O1laJs/s320/Marcus3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335178219585506594" /><br /></a></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></div><br /><p style="text-align: right;"><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig2.jpg" /></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-6999399331602185043?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-22293456121874207492009-05-04T20:28:00.013-07:002009-05-04T21:19:55.816-07:00Shopping with credit...<div style="text-align: center;">About 2 months ago, I got letters from 5 of my </div><div style="text-align: center;">credit card debtors (I know, how come I have 5 credit cards…</div><div style="text-align: center;"> well I actually have more than that…. LOL) anyway, as I was saying I got notice that I have a choice to either accept the new interest rate of 29.99 % or I can opt out and keep my current interest rate of 5.95% to 7.80 % on these cards but if I do opt out, the company will close my accounts. So… of course I was not going to let them gouge me for the huge interest rate increase. I had 2 months to respond to this notice…. SOOOOOO </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Hubby and I decided we would go shopping and charge on a few of these cards that were at the lowest rates before we closed the accounts.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">And here are the things we got… </p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">On March 10<sup>th</sup> we went to Best Buy and we got a camera…<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>a Nikon DSLR D40 camera (Yep, the same one that <a href="http://ponygirlridesagain.blogspot.com/">Pony Girl</a> just got.. haha!) Man.. I am loving this camera. Depending on the pixel size of the picture we can get as many as 3000 pictures stored on it. We made the pixels a little higher, so our storage on the camera is at about 2200 pictures. Yeehaw!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">The <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">OLD</span> camera:</p><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sf-2kMpBn3I/AAAAAAAAAfs/WWmRaiL6GA0/s320/cam4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332181216814800754" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);">NEW</span> camera:</div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sf-1dAvoxnI/AAAAAAAAAe8/SHWum-fWCEM/s320/cam3.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332179993850594930" /><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sf-1cyH6eOI/AAAAAAAAAe0/pecXQBRgk7s/s320/cam2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332179989925886178" /><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sf-1c2YQVDI/AAAAAAAAAes/Bh5XqHC3EbY/s320/cam1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332179991068169266" /><div style="text-align: center;">~~~</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then on March 16<sup>th</sup> we went back to Best Buy and we got ourselves a <br /></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">new laptop. This is taking a little getting used to because it has <st1:place st="on">Vista</st1:place> operating system on it. I have not used it that much because I already have 2 desktops and hubby has a laptop that he likes and uses on a daily basis. The reason we got the new laptop is because we have had to repair hubby’s laptop once already (the power connection went bad) and it cost us about $150. Also, I am hoping to use it in bed in the evening to read up on my blogs and supposedly keep up with my checkbook. Yeehaw!</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">The new laptop:</p><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sf-1ypkMXsI/AAAAAAAAAfc/scT0ElvYCDc/s320/computer.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332180365585702594" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><br /><div><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~</div><div style="text-align: center;"><p class="MsoNormal">Then we went to Lowes and got faucets for our kitchen and 2 for the master bath. We used to have those funky white plastic things in the master bath. This was a good upgrade that has long been needed.</p></div><div style="text-align: center;">The bath faucets:</div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sf-1oOFnqtI/AAAAAAAAAfU/KEi1VvBVsQo/s320/bathfaucet.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 195px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332180186411018962" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">The kitchen faucet:</div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sf-4FPlNxUI/AAAAAAAAAf0/2nuNfVQel_0/s320/kitfaucet.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 205px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332182884051436866" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:";font-size:12.0pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">~~~~<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:48px;"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"></span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia;font-size:48px;"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;">Then I went onto Horse.com online and ordered me a step so I can get on my horses without having to have hubby or someone else there to help lift me up.</span></span></span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:16px;"><br /></span></div><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sf-yjAcAKpI/AAAAAAAAAeU/_aeNVhCc2_Y/s320/bud2.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 177px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332176798312573586" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;">I got an Easy-up that can be hooked to the stirrup so that if I am out and about on my horse, I can get on by myself. (I am 5’1” AND old and need all the help I can get to get on my big horses… LOL) </span><br /></div></span><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman","serif"; mso-fareast-Times New Roman";mso-ansi-language:EN-US;mso-fareast-language: EN-US;mso-bidi-language:AR-SAfont-family:";font-size:12.0pt;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sf-yjfVZocI/AAAAAAAAAec/zzfM1e2brGw/s320/EASYUP.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 117px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332176806606381506" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;">I also got dewormer and flymasks for each of the horses. I got some door latches for the hay barn and a few gate latches (ones that my mischievous gelding can’t get open I hope). And a few other things that were needed.</span><br /></div></span></div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sf-yjCyrqdI/AAAAAAAAAeM/W-dwoIbqNjI/s320/BUD01.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 310px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332176798944569810" /><div style="text-align: center;">There is even little sparkles on this fly mask for my beauties.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"> </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~</div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Then we went to the Nascar race down in </span></span><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Phoenix</span></span></st1:place></st1:city>.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">YEEHAW!</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Go Gordon</p><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sf-6E6503FI/AAAAAAAAAf8/iviN-QN4GhM/s320/gordon.145.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 93px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332185077523995730" /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Go Earnhart </p><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/Sf-6FDnSJUI/AAAAAAAAAgE/EGhLMddOMEo/s320/card_photo.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 158px; height: 85px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332185079862142274" /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">~~~~</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">That was a nice spending spree….the bad thing is now we have to pay the bills (but at least they are at a low interest rate!!!!)</p><br /><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig2.jpg" /></p></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-2229345612187420749?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-19728033017734695172009-04-23T20:37:00.003-07:002009-04-23T21:36:32.618-07:00What does one do?<p>I will try and make this a short story before I ask the title question again.</p><p>My hubby and I lived a few miles from the beach in southern California for almost our whole lives. We raised our 6 kids there. We met a great friend (I will refer to him as G) there who has always been there for us and so loyal. We lived in the same housing tract for almost 25 years. When we came out to AZ to sign the papers on the land we purchased, G came with us and made a purchase of land up the dirt road from us. We made our move here to Arizona and a few years later G followed us. G is single and needless to say he met a few ladies in the last 4 years he has lived here. The last lady he met through a friend up the dirt road from him. She was involved, but wanted out of her relationship and evicted from her home. OK... long story so far... cut to the chase... This lady has a daughter that has horses. The lady was able to sell 3 of the horses, but the daughter wanted to keep the last 2. The day came when this lady finally made the (temporary it was suppose to be) move to his home. I and hubby decided we would help him out and keep the horses here for a while until she was on her own again.</p><p>Well.... 2 years later, we still have the horses. What bugs me the most, the daughter at first came by about once a month to pick out their feet and brush them and ride them. Then that time frame got more and more spaced out. I know G wishes things were different. I feel he does not want this lady living with him, but he does so like the companionship. </p><p>So... my dilemna. Way too often, they don't have enough feed and I am pulling from ours to feed their horses. The last time the daughter came down to see her horses she rode each one for about 15 minutes. Considering she rides them hard and fast during this visit and the interim time from her prior visit to this time has been almost 4 months, I don't think this is too good for the horses sake. Then there is the time I call them to let them know that the farrier will be down if they want to have them trimmed. They say no. Then 4 months later I call again about the farrier, they say no. Then finally when I had the farrier out last month, they finally said yes. Needless to say the farrier did not look at these horses before telling G how much he charges and G wrote the check and left. So when the farrier got to these horses, the farrier saw how grown out they were and I know he got underpaid, so I put in an additional 10 bucks. </p><p>Now when we took these horses in, they also came with about 10 horse panels. One day about 3 months ago I got a call from the daughter and she asked if she could have 5 of the panels back so she could work with another horse for a friend. I was floored and a bit mad. I said the first thing that came to mind by telling her that I think that by us keeping her horses and caring for them these past 2 years for nothing that the panels are ours now. Of course, I felt bad by saying this after I hung up. My hubby called G a few days later and said the panels are theirs and they can come and get them anytime they want. My hubby and I have often felt that maybe it is about time to ask them to move the horses to G's land (they have 2 acres). Then we always think that if we did that they may not want to come and help us when we go somewhere and we need someone to feed our animals.</p><p>They never came and got the panels. But I think there is a bit of a rif between G and us. </p><p>I had to call the lady today to tell her that her horses don't have any feed again because when she got the last bale we had already fed her horses for 5 feedings of our feed (which really pissed me off because it made it so my horses missed a feeding and only got their grain and carrots for their Sunday night meal). </p><p>So... to the question... What does one do in this situation? </p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig1.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-1972803301773469517?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-63955139903840997442009-04-21T06:52:00.000-07:002009-04-21T06:52:12.925-07:00Time flying by...<p class="MsoNormal">Man oh man.. it has been wayyyyy tooo long! It seems like the last few months have just flown by. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Updates on the home front are:</p> <p class="MsoNormal">#1 is……I HAVE TO GO READING my favorite blogs!</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">#2 is…..We no longer have the little foster kids. There were so many issues that made us make a decision to have the kids moved to another home. First of all, these poor boys had to be transported 3 times a week to see their father for a 2 hour visit and the drive usually took about an hour and half one way, so these kids had to be in a car for 3 hours 3 days a week. Then they had the kids in therapy to learn how to handle seeing their father and how to behave in the car after “daddy visits”. The thing about therapy was that they did not do therapy right after a time with daddy so they could address the daddy issues they had… nooo, therapy became what they were doing at daycare and analyzing US as foster parents. We would get a call from our CPS worker that said they were concerned about the kids’ play time or that their nails had a little dirt under them or that the boys had said they did not have a bath the night before. Did the therapist ever call us with her concerns NOOO.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Also, mommy was going to be released from jail and the kids were then also going to have to visit her (so another trip into the 4th town south from us). We just could no longer have these kids have to be the ones to have to travel for these visits. And I just could stand the idea that they would be going back to homes with drug addicted parents, then back to foster care again. So we achieved that milestone in our lives.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">#3 is…. The horses and my house were being neglected with having kids in the house, so I have been trying to do catch up on things that would get put on the back burner. It is nice that the weather is better, makes for being out with the horses so much more pleasant.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">#4 is… I will have to write some stuff about our cruise and our recent visit to our kids in <st1:state st="on"><st1:place st="on">California</st1:place></st1:state>.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">But for now… I am going to do a little #1.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Take care and I will be back soon.</p><p><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig1.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-6395513990384099744?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-59194215931913582582009-02-10T19:46:00.004-07:002009-02-10T19:59:21.282-07:00Snow picsSo here they are... pics of our snow... YeeHaw!<br /><br />This one was taken last night from my front porch looking out toward the horses... They even have snow on their backs.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SZI8cVvogGI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/7XzPyowhLBI/s1600-h/snow4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 458px; height: 342px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SZI8cVvogGI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/7XzPyowhLBI/s320/snow4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301366168939429986" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is one of the little guys bikes, I took this one this morning...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SZI8c4c9III/AAAAAAAAAaM/dwHJWjuDuxo/s1600-h/snow1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 427px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SZI8c4c9III/AAAAAAAAAaM/dwHJWjuDuxo/s320/snow1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301366178256330882" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is my quad, this was taken this morning. This is between the house and the garage.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SZI8ceUJFdI/AAAAAAAAAaE/29Y3EUhBr2M/s1600-h/snow2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 399px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SZI8ceUJFdI/AAAAAAAAAaE/29Y3EUhBr2M/s320/snow2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301366171240043986" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This was taken today at about noon. This is across the street from my work. These people have 2 little horses that are about 6 months old.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SZI8cRO_vBI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/adHPnWYP0ko/s1600-h/snow3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SZI8cRO_vBI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/adHPnWYP0ko/s320/snow3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301366167728798738" border="0" /></a><p>We are expecting a big storm this weekend that is suppose to bring more snow than this storm did. But we will be driving out to California to go on our cruise.... Another YEEHAW!!<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><img style="width: 172px; height: 67px;" class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig1.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-5919421593191358258?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-92074089105016614402009-02-09T21:08:00.000-07:002009-02-09T21:09:32.392-07:00Snow Day...<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"><link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"><style>  </style> <p class="MsoNormal">Finally we are getting snow!! </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">I guess it is good then that I have to be stuck inside preparing all my stuff for my taxes anyway. One of my son’s girlfriends will be doing them for me this year, so I will save almost $250 right there not having to pay someone. For the 2 years prior to this tax year I had 2 businesses. I was a real estate agent (not by my own choice… another story one day to tell you) and we have the horse business. This tax year we will only have the horse business. So the taxes should be a little easier… then next year I may be able to do them all by my little own self.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">So.. back to the snow… it is so beautiful. I know there are parts of the country where people are even snowed in, but I still think it is all so pretty. We won’t be snowed in… no such luck here. We have almost 2 inches accumulated and it is the early part of the storm. I will take pictures in the morning and post them for you.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Back to my taxes for a bit… then its bed time… or, maybe I will go to bed now!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">LOL</p> <p><img style="width: 100px; height: 39px;" class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig1.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-9207408910501661440?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-61827473809347204462009-02-06T21:26:00.004-07:002009-02-07T09:10:03.769-07:00Neglection (is that a word?)<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"><link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"><style>  </style> <p class="MsoNormal">I have been neglecting almost everything in my life that means something to me. It seems that all I have time for is my foster kids. My poor hubby probably doesn’t remember what I look like and boy do I miss him!!. I don’t read blogs… I sure miss that. I don’t spend time with my horses… I really really miss that. My house is being neglected. There is clutter everywhere. The foster kids clothes are folded, but still on a chair in the living room. I could go on.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Our days are so hectic… my hubby gets up at 5:15 or so and is out the door by 6 to feed our horses, the goat and etc., and then be on his way for his 10 hour work day. I get up about 5:40 or so to get ready, then at 6 I get our foster kids up, gather up all their clothes and get them ready to go out the door by 6:20 AND IT IS STILL DARK. Then I go to work for a 10 hour day, which always ends up to be more like 10 and half hours, I get off no earlier than 5:30 pm. I go to daycare to pick up the kids and us and hubby all get home about 6pm AND IT IS A FEW MINUTES FROM BEING DARK AGAIN.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Into the house for dinner by 7 pm. I usually get the kids into their pj’s and plant them in front of a kid movie so the hubby can watch his tv and relax a little. Then by the time the kids are in bed and settled it is time for me to get in bed myself. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">NO TIME for anything. On my day off I used to have enough energy to do things.. but lately I am just whooped and end up vegging, then when 4 pm comes around , I felt bad that I did nothing. I want to get back my will and energy to accomplish something.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">There is one thing that I have been doing… but it takes no brains and I just sit. I have been reading about digital scrapbooking.. as if I will ever ever have time to organize my photos and do this, what looks like enjoyable, hobby of scrapbooking. Oh well, dream on, I say.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Maybe this cruise that hubby and I are going on will give me a refreshed attitude. A couple of my kids have put in money to get us this cruise. This will be our 33<sup>rd</sup> wedding anniversary on Feb 14<sup>th</sup> (our 38<sup>th</sup> year together).. that is pretty good considering I am only 39 years old… LOL.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh… did I mention we are GOING ON A CRUISE,,,, <meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"><link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"><style>  </style><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12;" ><she></she></span></i><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SY0PD3aeWNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ypqWRU2JiPI/s1600-h/ship.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 149px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SY0PD3aeWNI/AAAAAAAAAZk/ypqWRU2JiPI/s320/ship.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299908895573956818" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12;" > <br /></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /><i style=""><she yells="" as="" she="" jumps="" up="" and="" down="" realizing="" it="" is="" only="" a="" week="" away="" til="" they="" leave=""></she></i></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"> <br /><i style=""><o:p></o:p></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Well, ya’ll take care and I hope to be back before the cruise to update ya more before our bon voyage. <br /></p> <p style="text-align: right;"><img style="width: 134px; height: 52px;" class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig1.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-6182747380934720446?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-241109143411687212009-01-24T16:09:00.000-07:002009-01-24T16:12:39.742-07:00still kicking<p><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"><link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"><style>  </style> </p><p class="MsoNormal">The Kids are doing great and are learning to accept our ways. They had a great time this holiday season.<span style=""> </span>I believe they feel the love we have shown them. Being a parent must be one of the hardest things one can face.<span style=""> </span>You never know how your kids will turn out.<span style=""> </span>Our own kids have accepted these little boys as family from day one.<span style=""> </span>Sure does make us proud of them.<span style=""> </span>Our own kids have grown up watching cowgirl and I face life challenges.<span style=""> </span>For 38 years, cowgirl and I shared each other lives and even thoughts. <span style=""> </span>I know we share the same thoughts because if I want something from a kitchen drawer, she is standing in front of it. If she needs something from the closet, I’m already in it. It gets comical sometimes.<span style=""> </span>So Valentines day it will be 38 years together. I don’t know how many days that is, but when you wake up with your best friend next to you for all those years, life is good.<span style=""> </span>Having a sense of humor helps a lot. Being 5ft 2in. and a beautiful blonde doesn’t hurt either.<span style=""> </span>Guess which one of those is me, yuk yuk.<span style=""> </span>Oh poop the boys are bothering me for some batteries to make one of their noisiest toys work. I’m nice, but not that nice.<span style=""> </span>These boys came here in diapers and a blanket, when they leave here, they will need a U-HAUL truck to carry their belongings.<span style=""> </span>Oh! Cowgirl has a new little cowboy of her own. Can’t weigh more than 3 pounds and wag his tail every time she walks into the room.<span style=""> </span>I know how he feels.<span style=""> </span>Thanks for all the nice comments on our last blog. Have a Great Valentines day.</p> <p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-24110914341168721?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Daddy / Not a Cowboyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05221545429592531641noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-79083795510849071592008-12-28T10:16:00.001-07:002008-12-28T10:20:17.308-07:00<p><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"><link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"><style>  </style> </p><p class="MsoNormal">Just don’t see it</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I don’t see my favorite football team winning the super bowl. I don’t see my favorite Nascar driver winning the championship.<span style=""> </span>I don’t see our economy getting better anytime soon. Am I a negative person? How important are these things to me? Not very. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m not sitting on the porch looking at the sunset.<span style=""> </span>I wish I was.<span style=""> </span>My boys were here last weekend and received many blisters and sunburns doing a lot of shovel work and fencing. To travel for 7 hours on a 3 day weekend and work so hard just for us.<span style=""> </span>Wow.<span style=""> </span>What great kids. </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I am sitting in my big chair in front of the t.v. with a little boy on each side. They are looking for security; they are looking for time with me. They are looking for love. Luckily, I have plenty for them. But I don’t see a good future for them.<span style=""> </span>That bothers me terribly. I don’t see Mom getting them back. I don’t see Dad getting them back. Honestly, I don’t think the boys care. They told me today with a look of hurt on their faces that mommy took away their beds. They slept on the floor. Right now, these are very happy boys. I hope they have a great childhood and turn out to be as wonderful as my kids are. I don’t want to say, I don’t see it. Reality always comes rushing through my head. If these great little kids go up for adoption, will they stay together? It seems, I worry about these kids as I did my own.<span style=""> </span>This is a tough job.<span style=""> </span>Will Momma Cowgirl and I ever give up on these kids? You can bet your life, I don’t see it.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">~~~</p> <p class="MsoNormal">My hubby wrote this a little while back after we had <span style="font-weight: bold;">our</span> kids out doing the work on the corral/stalls. The little boys he refers to are our foster kids.</p> <p></p><div style="text-align: right;"><img style="width: 129px; height: 50px;" class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig1.jpg" /></div><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-7908379551084907159?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-6403018632377783892008-11-16T07:49:00.002-07:002008-11-16T08:53:09.935-07:00<p>I have not been around lately to write, of happenin's and goin's on, if anyone noticed. I often wonder of other's when they go missing for a while...I sometimes wish there were a way to just peek in on them to see that all is well.<br /></p><p>As for me being away.. it has just been a matter of not having the time of late to sit for more than a few minutes at the computer........ and it is not to do the things I enjoy, but to get a few things done, like paying my dreadful bills, purchase a few things for the home and such.</p><p>There have been a great deal of mundane and the usual stuff going on along with some great fun stuff. We went to California for 4 days in October. Me and all my kids (that is 6 of them) and most of thier significant others went to <span style="font-weight: bold;">Knott's Scary Farm</span>. That was a blast!!</p><p>I and my youngest sat here off and on watching items on Ebay that we were trying to get. What an awful thing Ebay is! I can't see people doing this kind of thing very much to buy things. It is a major chore and takes days to get one thing and the last minute is frenzy to get your bid in... THEN you have to hope you got the winning bid, cause if not, you start another 3 or 4 days watching again to see if you can win this next one... geez. I am positive it is rigged by the sellers to bid on thier own items to get the price high enough to thier liking. I am one that if I see an item, I will "watch" it. I am not going to make a bid til the last second. If everyone did that then peoples items would be bought at truly bargain prices. More on Ebay bargaining in another post.</p><p>After our mini California trip, it has been busy busy stuff with the little skiddos. They have each had colds and/or coughs that are always fun to deal with. The younger skiddo just had a dental appointment where they had to completely knock him out. They had tried on another occasion to take care of his many cavities in the dentist's office... they gave him the "juice" to supposedly calm him down, which in about 20 minutes I could see that he was really getting relaxed, but about 10 minutes after that he was as hyper as could be and the dentist even tried putting him in the straight jacket type devise they have for little ones and there was no way the dentist could get anything done.... so knocked out was the only way. He now has one silver coated tooth and many others that the cavities are scrapped away from. The dentist says this decaying of thier teeth is no doubt from the METH the mother and father had them exposed to.</p><p>Now it is time to gear up for Turkey day..... yeehaw! BUT....<span id="article_font">as taken from the Associated Press release of Nov 14, 2008.............</span><span id="article_font"> The American Farm Bureau Federation says </span><span id="article_font">the typical Thanksgiving meal is up a bit from last year. </span><span id="article_font">Even so, the cost of making a traditional meal at home for 10 people is still a pretty good bargain. It puts the average cost at $44.61 this year, up $2.35 from last year.<br /></span></p><p><span id="article_font">So, look for the bargains, maybe even get yourself a free turkey with the purchase of a certain amount of food.<br /></span></p><p><span id="article_font">Because I travel out of state to visit my kids, I just email them the list of food to get and they all pitch in to buy. Then we go out there and while the kids play thier traditional Turkey Day Football game all I have to do is cook. Check out what my <a href="http://anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com/2007/11/turkey-day.html">hubby wrote</a> last year!</span></p><p><span id="article_font">This is a SWEET DEAL every year!</span></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 122px; height: 47px;" class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig1.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-640301863237778389?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-45010623150784364832008-10-22T05:57:00.002-07:002008-10-22T06:01:07.229-07:00Wordless Wednesday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SP8j8y1hEPI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyjs8zOgak/s1600-h/Family-Aug+07+%2848%29.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 442px; height: 331px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SP8j8y1hEPI/AAAAAAAAAZA/nIyjs8zOgak/s320/Family-Aug+07+%2848%29.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259962417137389810" border="0" /></a><br /><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img style="width: 116px; height: 45px;" class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig1.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-4501062315078436483?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-16295244650839887282008-10-19T07:13:00.005-07:002008-10-19T07:33:03.254-07:00But you knew this....hhhmmmm...What <span style="font-weight: bold;">do</span> men wear under their kilts??? .... LOL<p style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SPtBaXU4WeI/AAAAAAAAAY4/7Gy6DwhDIts/s1600-h/man-skirts.gif.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SPtBaXU4WeI/AAAAAAAAAY4/7Gy6DwhDIts/s320/man-skirts.gif.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258868911079184866" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: left;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: right;"><img style="width: 154px; height: 60px;" class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig1.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-1629524465083988728?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-71361642791514160492008-10-14T19:01:00.004-07:002008-10-14T19:14:57.658-07:00Elvis and horses...Did you know that Elvis loved horses??? He once got a horse for his girlfriend and wanted another one for Priscilla so his girlfriend would have someone to ride with.<br /><br />This was circa 1950's.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SPVP3irdNXI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Laevhr2q5-w/s1600-h/elvishorse_50s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SPVP3irdNXI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Laevhr2q5-w/s320/elvishorse_50s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257195955645396338" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This was 1969, I am not sure but I think this horse's name is Rising Sun.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SPVP3YWEVyI/AAAAAAAAAYg/cPxGE0Mgj-Y/s1600-h/elvis_69_horse.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SPVP3YWEVyI/AAAAAAAAAYg/cPxGE0Mgj-Y/s320/elvis_69_horse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257195952871331618" border="0" /></a><br />This is Rising Sun (for sure), Elvis' most prized horse.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SPVP3iqDy7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/Sq6PsDjenPY/s1600-h/elvis_rising_sun.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SPVP3iqDy7I/AAAAAAAAAYo/Sq6PsDjenPY/s320/elvis_rising_sun.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257195955639536562" border="0" /></a><p>Elvis ended up naming his barn House of the Rising Sun because of his love of this horse.</p><p>Elvis had a horse that lived to be 50 years old according to a housekeeper of his. Apparently Rising Sun lived to be 32.</p><p>Just a little trivia that I thought was kind of cool to know.</p><p>What famous person do you know that had a love of horses?<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><img style="width: 177px; height: 69px;" class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig1.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-7136164279151416049?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-66578251268732932732008-10-09T08:19:00.014-07:002008-10-09T10:50:53.612-07:00Do your own thing...Wowee... Thank you all for mentioning my signature. I sometimes get carried away with things on the net. I used to make webpages for the heck of it. I mostly just manipulated pictures that I would fiddle with in Paint Shop and post to a free web host and add music. I would do all the html writing for it too. It was just something I enjoyed learning about.<p>Now I do not have time for that fun hobby of fiddling in Paint Shop.</p><p>But the other day I saw a "signature" on another blog and figured I wanted one. So, I made me one.</p><p>Here is how I did it.........</p><p>First you choose a paint program that you like using. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SO4joMppdcI/AAAAAAAAAXE/k2aT94hF41g/s1600-h/mc-sig-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 370px; height: 277px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SO4joMppdcI/AAAAAAAAAXE/k2aT94hF41g/s320/mc-sig-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255176988685596098" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(figure 1)</span></p><p>I use Paint Shop Pro (figure 1). Many people I know really like Photo Shop. Whatever you like working with will work.</p><p>1. Once in your program, choose an image (if you want an image to be part of your signature). I will use a horseshoe for this example.</p><p style="text-align: center;">2. Start with a blank "image box" the size you want for your signature to be and copy and paste the horseshoe onto the blank image box <span style="font-weight: bold;">as a new layer</span> (so you can move it around later if you need to).<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SO4lEMpD1bI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Fq5gOdbUbkU/s1600-h/mc-sig-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 392px; height: 293px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SO4lEMpD1bI/AAAAAAAAAXM/Fq5gOdbUbkU/s320/mc-sig-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255178569231095218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >(figure 2)</span></p><p> 3. Then add whatever text you want. (figure 2) (I always add a layer to my blank image box prior to adding my text so I can move it if need be or delete and start again on just the text without losing the "image" placed into the box.) So, now I have 3 layers that can each be changed if I don't like any given one.</p><p>4. Once you like what you have done, save your "signature" as a jpeg.</p><p>5. You will now need to upload your image to your favorite photo hosting site. (figure 3) I use "photobucket.com" because it is easy and free.<br /></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SO4nbDAcZwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tKzpJUl_gl8/s1600-h/mc-sig-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 445px; height: 333px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SO4nbDAcZwI/AAAAAAAAAX8/tKzpJUl_gl8/s320/mc-sig-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255181160805066498" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(figure 3)</span></p><p>5. Once your image is uploaded, then go to your blogger dashboard (figure 4). (I usually just open another tab so I can leave Photobucket.com open.) You will need to access your uploaded picture information from your image hosting site again later.</p><p>6. Once in your dashboard, click on "settings".</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SO4mpLip4QI/AAAAAAAAAXs/zcCirByrQIM/s1600-h/mc-sig-6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SO4mpOXAmQI/AAAAAAAAAXc/r1KRwcCHb-U/s320/mc-sig-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255180304859044098" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(figure 4)</span></p><p>7. Then click on "formatting". (figure 5)</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SO4mpGRrs9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/gcIyNSE7BLg/s1600-h/mc-sig-5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SO4mpGRrs9I/AAAAAAAAAXk/gcIyNSE7BLg/s320/mc-sig-5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255180302689219538" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(figure 5)</span></p><p>8. Then once you are in formatting.... scroll down to the bottom of the page to where it says "Post Template". (figure 6) This is where you will place the image source information. (I will have this info at the end of the lesson.... LOL). By placing this info into this area you are making it so that this signature will be placed automattically into each blog post you write.</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SO4mpLip4QI/AAAAAAAAAXs/zcCirByrQIM/s1600-h/mc-sig-6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SO4mpLip4QI/AAAAAAAAAXs/zcCirByrQIM/s320/mc-sig-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255180304102580482" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(figure 6)</span></p><p>9. Now click back over to your "Photobucket.com" tab (or whatever photo hosting site you are using) and copy the image source info from there. (figure 7)</p><p>*If you use Photobucket you choose "Direct Link". Any other site you need to choose the information that starts with <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">"http:\\</span>" and ends with <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">".jpg"</span></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SO4mpBIcepI/AAAAAAAAAX0/6Sp1pIyUCOM/s1600-h/mc-sig-7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SO4mpBIcepI/AAAAAAAAAX0/6Sp1pIyUCOM/s320/mc-sig-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255180301308295826" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(figure 7)</span></p><p>This is what my photo image information looks like for the signature I made for this example:</p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/mc-sig2.jpg</span><br /></p><p>and this would be put into the following html in place of <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);">"YOUR IMAGE INFO HERE"<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"> </span>*You need to make sure there are quote marks at the<br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">beginning of <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">h t t p:\ \</span>and right after <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">.jpg<br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;">in the html.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SO48K6mlRVI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Dq_Xzb5Xw24/s1600-h/sightml.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 371px; height: 75px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SO48K6mlRVI/AAAAAAAAAYE/Dq_Xzb5Xw24/s320/sightml.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255203973415388498" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">10. Now type the above html with your own image info into the<br /></p><p style="text-align: left;">"Post Template" box as in figure 8.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SO4-3eCq2dI/AAAAAAAAAYM/U3s1uPrP6u8/s1600-h/posthtml.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 455px; height: 79px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SO4-3eCq2dI/AAAAAAAAAYM/U3s1uPrP6u8/s320/posthtml.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255206937865935314" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:78%;">(figure 8)</span></p><p style="text-align: left;">11. Then "save" your settings.<br /></p><p>*Note... your new signature will now be placed on each of your posts you write, it will not be placed on all the posts you have already done. </p><p>***Other notes... when you compose a new post you will see the signature within your compose window. You have several options here....... You can resize it by clicking on it and manipulating it. You can click on it and delete it for that particular post. You can leave the signature at the top and type your post under it or you can move it where ever you please within your post. You can left justify, right justify or center it. By placing the little bit of html information into the "post template" of your blog settings all you are doing is telling blogger to place it within your post. You get to play with it however you want.</p><p><br /></p><p>I plan on making a bunch of them and use them depending on my mood or holiday or what-have-you. I am also going to try my hand at both a transparent .gif and an animated .gif for a signature.</p><p>If you have questions or suggestions, I am open to anything!!!<br /></p><p><br /></p><p><img style="width: 162px; height: 63px;" class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig1.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-6657825126873293273?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-76029159554605811112008-10-07T20:03:00.001-07:002008-10-07T20:04:35.777-07:00Signatures....<p>I just learned how to do this...</p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;">LOL, yeehaw, I have me self a signature<br /></p><p><br /></p><p style="text-align: center;"><img class="centered" alt="post signature" src="http://i226.photobucket.com/albums/dd233/rockman51/sig1.jpg" /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-7602915955460581111?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-68000314321879130382008-10-07T18:39:00.007-07:002008-10-07T19:33:19.126-07:00Windmills and old barns...<div style="text-align: center;">I love old barns. I love old windmills.</div><div style="text-align: center;">I went looking at old barn pictures and pictures of windmills on the net last night. These are some of the ones I got and to beat all, some even have a windmill in the picture to boot...<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">(the last picture is the one I just took out my back door)<br /><br />This barn is pretty detailed...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwUreyqhEI/AAAAAAAAAWs/v93H2flPtFE/s1600-h/barnbl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwUreyqhEI/AAAAAAAAAWs/v93H2flPtFE/s320/barnbl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254597602467021890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwUrM5x-6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/Sc5YLUxeFDk/s1600-h/30.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwUrM5x-6I/AAAAAAAAAWU/Sc5YLUxeFDk/s320/30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254597597665033122" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I like seeing the roof lines and the different material that have gone into making these barns.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwS2q0jf3I/AAAAAAAAAV8/nQxv9y0g7pg/s1600-h/SheepbarnMeridian.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 344px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwS2q0jf3I/AAAAAAAAAV8/nQxv9y0g7pg/s320/SheepbarnMeridian.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254595595651481458" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwS2t-MfOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/j4I0eKgqIDg/s1600-h/Barns_0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwS2t-MfOI/AAAAAAAAAV0/j4I0eKgqIDg/s320/Barns_0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254595596497222882" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwUrCRr18I/AAAAAAAAAWk/rJXZIblam5Y/s1600-h/Combines.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwUrCRr18I/AAAAAAAAAWk/rJXZIblam5Y/s320/Combines.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254597594812504002" border="0" /></a>This is a barn in Moscow from 1922...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwS2Z-oyMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/U6BoWWRFKPw/s1600-h/RoundedHorseBarn.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwS2Z-oyMI/AAAAAAAAAVs/U6BoWWRFKPw/s320/RoundedHorseBarn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254595591130368194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwS2k-qqiI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WuhZJQdn-Tc/s1600-h/photo+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwS2k-qqiI/AAAAAAAAAWE/WuhZJQdn-Tc/s320/photo+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254595594083281442" border="0" /></a>This was on the barn site, but I don't think it is a barn...<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwUrPURcqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/BagFqz6s7FY/s1600-h/barn2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwUrPURcqI/AAAAAAAAAWM/BagFqz6s7FY/s320/barn2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254597598313018018" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A window from a brick barn...<br />I just had to collect this because of the way the weeds and flowers are growing about it.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwUrEbEJEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ONZCq10FDaI/s1600-h/barn-window.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwUrEbEJEI/AAAAAAAAAWc/ONZCq10FDaI/s320/barn-window.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254597595388716098" border="0" /></a><br />Why would a roof line like this be constructed??<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwQzGuWW4I/AAAAAAAAAVU/74helsxdvls/s1600-h/OP+Barn+Photograph+2.600x450.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 408px; height: 305px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwQzGuWW4I/AAAAAAAAAVU/74helsxdvls/s320/OP+Barn+Photograph+2.600x450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254593335398914946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwQzvx8AcI/AAAAAAAAAVc/n64zyE_Bq2c/s1600-h/photo+4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 350px; height: 339px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwQzvx8AcI/AAAAAAAAAVc/n64zyE_Bq2c/s320/photo+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254593346419818946" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And this is the windmill that is on the empty 5 acres behind us.<br />(behind these 5 acres is another empty 50 acres with a small ridge of mountains that made it so we could not get internet or cell phone service for the first 5 years we lived here...LOL)<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwYOciQoZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/VQah3tM3Ht4/s1600-h/windmill.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 412px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOwYOciQoZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/VQah3tM3Ht4/s320/windmill.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254601501691650450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I don't have a barn... but that is on my wish list for sure!!!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-6800031432187913038?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-5558747092100022402008-10-04T09:17:00.005-07:002008-10-04T09:27:36.840-07:00To the Moon and back again...I was just reading my favorite blogs.... (even though I really should be doing something else). And Mrs Mom of <a href="http://ohhorsefeathers.blogspot.com/">"Oh Horse Feathers"</a> is sharing this pic...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOeX9PEsxLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/IhboA4oyTRk/s1600-h/punkinmoon.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOeX9PEsxLI/AAAAAAAAAU0/IhboA4oyTRk/s320/punkinmoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253334568625030322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">I just had to share too.<br />We all need a good laugh as often as we can get them!<br />You have officially been mooned.<br />Y'all come back again soon!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-555874709210002240?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-23620786303668175062008-10-04T07:09:00.003-07:002008-10-04T07:35:20.854-07:00About any Wednesday...Ok, here is a chance to get something on my blog on any given Wednesday and not have to spend anytime writing a single word.... Wordless Wednesday! I like this day. I even have about 3 pictures to place on this wonderful middle of the week day, but have I done it yet??? NO, Wednesday comes and goes before I can shake a stick at it....geez.<br /><br />So... here I sit this wonderful Saturday morning and I am going to read and read and do catch up with my favorite blogs again. I keep thinking that if I finally catch up with all of them then I can very easily read each one each night... yea right, I sure wished it worked that way. Maybe when the skiddos go to their new daycare place I will then again have a lunch hour at work and I can make the effort to read on my time. Currently I work four 10 hour days, from 7 to 5 because the daycare will not take them earlier than a few minutes before 7 or keep them much more than a few minutes later than 5, I do not take a lunch (my work place is great in letting us eat at our desks as long as we continue to work, so I can get paid my full 10 hours.... but no time for me). <br /><br />I got off subject there, sooo, I guess I am going to have to put a reminder in my outlook when Wednesday is so I can get a silly (because I don't do beautiful like Train Wreck and all the other bloggers out there) picture posted.... LOL<br /><br />Y'all have a super Saturday ya hear!!!<br />Yeehaw!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-2362078630366817506?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-24331512522045674542008-10-02T15:02:00.005-07:002008-10-02T15:26:09.245-07:00Lions and Tigers and Bears...er Pumpkins... oh my...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOVGzBfdJBI/AAAAAAAAAUs/fUKQNhIqPCY/s1600-h/pumpkin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOVGzBfdJBI/AAAAAAAAAUs/fUKQNhIqPCY/s320/pumpkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252682382785192978" border="0" /></a> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"><link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"><style>  </style><p class="MsoNormal">Everywhere I look there are pumpkins abound. This is the beautiful harvest season.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I love this time of year, we are officially passed the monsoons (like they can really put an end date on them... I mean, since on the calender we have passed the date that they say is the end of the monsoon season I suppose that means when we get the torrential blowing rain that we expect this weekend it is not a monsoon.... so what the heck will it be???? ...LOL) anyway, it is still nice and warm to be able to be outside in the evenings with the horses a little while. I was really tired of the rain and mud. I know my horses are liking it more too now that they have less mud to stand in.</p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Look at this old photo I found… now these are some BIG pumpkins!!<o:p></o:p> <br /></p> </div> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOVGyjtV8NI/AAAAAAAAAUU/McWC5N7O-pg/s1600-h/pumpkin3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOVGyjtV8NI/AAAAAAAAAUU/McWC5N7O-pg/s320/pumpkin3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252682374790377682" border="0" /></a><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"></o:smarttagtype><o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="State"></o:smarttagtype><link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"><link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"><style>  </style> <br /><p class="MsoNormal">Oh but my gosh, where did the year go? <br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Halloween and Thanksgiving loom so close, then of course as fast as can be will be Christmas.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Now is the time I look at my “to-do” lists and reevaluate what needs to get done. I inevitably will be adding to them, but I look them over to see what will be the inside stuff to get done. I actually hate doing the inside stuff. I am still a <st1:place st="on"><st1:state st="on">California</st1:state></st1:place> girl at heart and would rather be outside and barefoot. </p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">My babysitter loves Halloween. She goes all out, she loves this holiday the most out of all of them. The day after she decorated, the skiddos were having a great time with the decorations after they got past the shock of seeing it all. I don’t have decorations anymore for Halloween. I guess I am a party pooper.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> There is this farm here that one can go and pick out their own pumpkins. They show you the way into the patch (the corn field where they hide the pumpkins), but it is up to you to figure out how to get out. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOVGynNnTXI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bpDCHYg5rvM/s1600-h/pumpkin1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOVGynNnTXI/AAAAAAAAAUk/bpDCHYg5rvM/s320/pumpkin1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252682375731039602" border="0" /></a> <br />Here is where you go in...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOVGypFLUSI/AAAAAAAAAUc/S4WIW4mYWJ0/s1600-h/pumpkin2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SOVGypFLUSI/AAAAAAAAAUc/S4WIW4mYWJ0/s320/pumpkin2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252682376232522018" border="0" /></a>I think maybe we may take the skiddos there to pick out a few pumpkins. Then I will have to put them on a bale of straw out front… yippee… decorations! <br /> <br /><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12;" >How do you decorate this Halloween holiday?</span> <br /> <br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"><link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"><style>  </style><span style=";font-family:";font-size:12;" ></span> <br /></div> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-2433151252204567454?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-7542985521273011482008-09-28T13:15:00.003-07:002008-09-28T13:35:26.941-07:00Time on my hands...Yea right...<br />We went camping this weekend, had a great time (I will post pics and write about it later because there is just no time).<br />I need to clean out the toy hauler, but there is just no time. I want to be reading blogs, but there is just no time. I want to write so many things for my blog(my mind is full of um...stupid, um... mundane, um...okay, just stuff to share), but there is just no time. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SN_pDOHNMlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/XRC4nSTKBwI/s1600-h/notime2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 158px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SN_pDOHNMlI/AAAAAAAAAUM/XRC4nSTKBwI/s320/notime2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251171932074488402" border="0" /></a>I want to update my Zune player but there is just no time. I want to be outside with my horses, but there is just no time. I want to work with Toby in the round pen, … yep, you know… no time. I want to make a dinner list for the week, no time (we will no doubt just wing-it). I want to watch the football game with my husband, no time. I want to burn a few cd’s, no time. I want to get more covers made for my DVD’s, no time. I want to read the book I started a month ago and have only finished the 1st chapter…<br />No friggin’ time. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SN_pDElXPOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/3V1EwniZpjA/s1600-h/notime1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 119px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SN_pDElXPOI/AAAAAAAAAUE/3V1EwniZpjA/s320/notime1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251171929516621026" border="0" /></a><br />None of these are even on my to-do-list which I never have time for !!!<br />Man.. I think I need to go lay down for a nap…..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-754298552127301148?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-13016366773402669632008-09-21T06:55:00.002-07:002008-09-21T07:05:44.454-07:00What horse are you?Ok, I see these silly things and I am always compelled to go and play...<br /><center><br /><img src=http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/6645/hlquarterhorsewo8.jpg title="See what breed you are!" target="_blank"><br /><br />Ah, the Quarter Horse. The most common breed of horse owned in America, noted for it's calm disposition and sensible attitude. A famous quarter horse played Black Beauty in the movie based upon Anne Sewell's book. You don't let life's problems bother you, and you deal with them in the most practical manner. You are quite intelligent, and it wouldn't hurt to use your talents to have a little more fun, to walk a little more on the wild side, like your ancestors.<br />Your owner will most likely be either a cowboy or a young person learning to ride. You also stand a high chance of becoming a school horse.<br />Your color will most likely be: Anything, but most likely chestnut.<br /><br><a href=http://www.geocities.com/hlquiz/index.htm>What breed of horse are <i>you?</i> Find out!</a><br /></center><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-1301636677340266963?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-74419830978062880402008-09-18T14:34:00.002-07:002008-09-18T14:46:19.253-07:00Horses growth...I read this article and this was stated: <br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"><link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"><style>  </style> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">If a young foal looks like a tiny version of an adult horse, it's probably going to be a small horse when it's full-grown. If a young foal reaches the age of two without having gone through an awkward, gangly stage, it's probably going to be a small horse when it's full-grown. The gangly and awkward ones that first seem to have huge heads and huge joints, then grow up one end at a time, first croup-high, then high in front, then croup-high again, and that go through a stage during which they look long and bony and uncoordinated -- those are the ones that will probably be tall when they are full-grown. This would tie in with your source that mentioned a small head indicating early maturity -- it doesn't mean that the horse will actually be physically mature earlier, you'll still need to wait for the skeleton to finish developing. But I would interpret that statement as meaning that a foal that develops adult proportions very early is a foal that is going to grow up to be a small horse.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Questions... Do any of you feel this has merit? <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">Have any of you heard of this?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">How much is probably genetics? <br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">What have been your views on how horses grow in your experience?</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"> <br /><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";"></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif";">My Toby who is 2 years old now. His dam is 15.1hh. She is our palomino. His sire was 16.1hh. Toby is currently a little taller than his momma. Toby grew like it was mentioned above ... gangly, goofy, one end before the other. I did not do the measurement of his leg thingy that a gal told me about to get an approximate height because it was past the right time to do that when she told me about it... follow me? So, how long does a horse continue it's growth (up not out)? <br /></span></p> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-7441983097806288040?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-9953282705123583292008-09-14T10:58:00.006-07:002008-09-14T12:02:08.060-07:00Reading material...I love reading, but not unlike having time to read my favorite blogs, I do not have the time to read my books. Right now these are my current reads:<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Heartbreaker</span> by Diana Palmer and <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Glory Glory</span> by Linda Lael Miller, they are those cute little romance books that one should be able to read in one sitting (if time permits). I love romance books that have something to do with cowboys. In Heartbreaker the main man is a cowboy, but not enough is mentioned about his cowboy ways. Glory Glory will be read once I finish Heartbreaker... which by the way I am going will be a month from now...LOL <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SM1RYJNWRGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/EQCgz6PVNvY/s1600-h/books.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SM1RYJNWRGI/AAAAAAAAAS8/EQCgz6PVNvY/s320/books.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245938616187110498" border="0" /></a><br /><br />These are on my wish list of books I want to have in my library:<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Time Well Spent</span> by Gawana Pony Boy... this is not a book, it is a hardbound journal with lovely photos by Gabrielle Boiselle. As commented by a reader...There are lots of lined pages sprinkled with questions from Pony Boy to jog your thoughts and provide a springboard for your writing. Something you can take to the barn and back to your bedside to fill with your words and thoughts.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SM1VJysoTCI/AAAAAAAAATk/JPG-5PgyQLA/s1600-h/book1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SM1VJysoTCI/AAAAAAAAATk/JPG-5PgyQLA/s320/book1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245942767672642594" border="0" /></a>Another book by Gawani Pony Boy...<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Of Horses and Women, More Expressions of the Magical Bond</span>. It is a collection of essays from horse women.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SM1RYUMf46I/AAAAAAAAATU/TGdXh_KJ6Ao/s1600-h/book2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SM1RYUMf46I/AAAAAAAAATU/TGdXh_KJ6Ao/s320/book2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245938619136336802" border="0" /></a>Two books by Mark Rashid<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Considering the Horse</span>...Filled with entertaining stories that will introduce you to quiet solutions for resolving training problems.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SM1WbPv0YoI/AAAAAAAAATs/cy0QvvIn0hE/s1600-h/book4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SM1WbPv0YoI/AAAAAAAAATs/cy0QvvIn0hE/s320/book4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245944167040049794" border="0" /></a><br />and...<span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">A Good Horse is Never a Bad Color</span> Here the auther uses heart-warming and humorous stories to share his techneques of teaching horses by understanding their view of the world.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SM1RYuoyOiI/AAAAAAAAATc/M_AIcVGwsFI/s1600-h/book3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SM1RYuoyOiI/AAAAAAAAATc/M_AIcVGwsFI/s320/book3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245938626234300962" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Horse Women, Strength...Beauty</span>...<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Passion</span> by Melissa Sovey<br />It is filled with wonderful photos of horses and their women.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SM1WbIzCrdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/RoVyTVMXCik/s1600-h/book5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SM1WbIzCrdI/AAAAAAAAAT0/RoVyTVMXCik/s320/book5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245944165174521298" border="0" /></a>And this is not the last book I have on my wish list, it is only the last one that I will share with you at this time.<br />It is a book by Joan Johnston called <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Sisters Found</span>.<br />About 3 sisters, family reunions and weddings that should bring joy, not chaos, but the latter is what the Butler sisters find in this book.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SM1WbRb26MI/AAAAAAAAAT8/C9lKU0jHJ_o/s1600-h/book6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SM1WbRb26MI/AAAAAAAAAT8/C9lKU0jHJ_o/s320/book6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245944167493200066" border="0" /></a><br />Do any of you have any of the above mentioned books?<br />What are your favorite books?<br />What is on your book wish list?<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-995328270512358329?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-60665613266186128142008-09-14T08:30:00.001-07:002008-09-14T08:35:52.477-07:00I hate it...<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 12"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><link rel="themeData" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx"><link rel="colorSchemeMapping" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cmomma%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml"><style>  </style> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">For almost 4 weeks now, and ever since taking Z-pack antibiotics my taste buds have gone wacko. I cannot actually decipher the taste of foods. All the foods I have been eating, the taste of them has been weird. My first discovery that something was amiss was when even ketchup was so spicy hot tasting that I could not eat it.<span style=""> </span>It progressed to other items that had any flavor to them at all. When my boys were out from California we went out to a new steakhouse, I was not that hungry so I thought I would eat an appetizer… um, the onion blossom sounded so good. I could not eat it, the sauce was way too spicy, then I asked for Ranch dressing hoping that would work, but that was even too spicy. I could not even eat the battered covered onion alone. I have found that if there is not much flavor in the food involved I can eat it and not have to chase it down with milk. I have found that sweet foods I can still taste what they actually taste like for the most part. I am an oddball.</p> <p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal">This was breakfast this morning….Unsalted pretzels, Pringles baked wheat pretzel sticks (honey butter flavor) and My Little Pony fruit snacks:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SM0vKvyjASI/AAAAAAAAASo/iK1Z0VjjsMY/s1600-h/breakfast.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SM0vKvyjASI/AAAAAAAAASo/iK1Z0VjjsMY/s320/breakfast.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245901002630168866" border="0" /></a></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-6066561326618612814?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-35482910803061645742008-09-08T20:48:00.004-07:002008-09-08T20:55:02.778-07:00Az skies...I went out to feed the horses last weekend before we started the "ground work" and this is what I saw... the pictures don't really show the awesomeness of the sky, but I am sharing anyway.<br /><br />This is looking to the east... it is about 5:30am ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMXyeIg_GDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HdpjXjfDqFQ/s1600-h/sunrise.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 383px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMXyeIg_GDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/HdpjXjfDqFQ/s320/sunrise.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243863940638644274" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is looking north...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMXyeKfSTbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JfjNI9GojF8/s1600-h/sunrise2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 403px; height: 269px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMXyeKfSTbI/AAAAAAAAAQg/JfjNI9GojF8/s320/sunrise2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243863941168385458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />This is after I was done feeding ... looking to the east again.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMXyeYnZxCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/TuL-7ACg-5Y/s1600-h/sunrise3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMXyeYnZxCI/AAAAAAAAAQo/TuL-7ACg-5Y/s320/sunrise3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243863944960525346" border="0" /></a><br />This was fine day.<br />I sure wished I had my camera ready all the time. I miss good opportunities to grab some memories.<br /><br />take care y'all and happy horsin' around!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-3548291080306164574?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-36092675091419252142008-09-07T07:15:00.014-07:002008-09-07T10:51:54.332-07:00Ground work...<div style="text-align: center;">I just had 3 of my sons out form California last weekend (8/29 thru 9/1). Mattress, Kevo and JDrums. We did major ground work. We rented a big John Deere tractor. Our biggest projects for that weekend were tolevel an area for my round pen, redo the horses stalls (putting in the permanent ones), clean out the covered stalls, completely overhaul the front yard which entailed removing all the existing flagstone walk then placing plastic down and replacing the flagstone walk and adding in crushed flagstone instead of the decomposed granite we had before. Then we also made 2 steps off the front porch and added another walkway that goes straight out to the driveway. We also made 2 grass areas. (See sketch).<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP6GzXDI0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/zT94ii7qpMc/s1600-h/frontsketch.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP6GzXDI0I/AAAAAAAAAOA/zT94ii7qpMc/s320/frontsketch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243309385962431298" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">~~~~~~<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">This was August 23 and 24, the weekend before the boys were here when we did some "new stall" prep work. The old stalls were all temporary panels, but we wanted to make a round pen so we needed the panels for that. So, this was the prep for permanent stalls.<br />TRuck eyeing where the first hole will be dug.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP9H0b7V_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/rDA_QwQ7iVg/s1600-h/stallprep00.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 465px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP9H0b7V_I/AAAAAAAAAPA/rDA_QwQ7iVg/s320/stallprep00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243312701966079986" border="0" /></a><br />Daddy Not A Cowboy (DNaC) starting that first hole.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP9IH2zvQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9b4Zi5pJXb8/s1600-h/stallprep01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 471px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP9IH2zvQI/AAAAAAAAAPI/9b4Zi5pJXb8/s320/stallprep01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243312707179101442" border="0" /></a><br />Yeehaw.... first hole is dug!! LOL<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP-HPupAyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/x4ib_agBa-0/s1600-h/stallprep02.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP-HPupAyI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/x4ib_agBa-0/s320/stallprep02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243313791624086306" border="0" /></a><br />And cemented...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP-HGRebfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/D7XRIk_Rv6M/s1600-h/stallprep03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP-HGRebfI/AAAAAAAAAPY/D7XRIk_Rv6M/s320/stallprep03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243313789085838834" border="0" /></a>Then it was break time... LMAO!<br /><br />~~~~<br /><br />Then TRuck's girlfriend came over, she is holding onto the end of a string that we have tied at the end of last stall corner pin. When the men needed to dig a new hole she would tighten the string. Thus, <span style="font-style: italic;">hopefully</span> we have a nice straight line for the back of the stalls.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP--cfYCJI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QrQr-lC2ml8/s1600-h/stallprep04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 385px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP--cfYCJI/AAAAAAAAAPg/QrQr-lC2ml8/s320/stallprep04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243314739942525074" border="0" /></a><br />Hole #5 was the last one we dug. DNaC figured we would wait for more man power, when our boys would be out.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP--qXCZsI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3GGNlsFP31s/s1600-h/stallprep05.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 474px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP--qXCZsI/AAAAAAAAAPo/3GGNlsFP31s/s320/stallprep05.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243314743665649346" border="0" /></a>~~~~~~~~<br />The boys are here! This is last weekend.<br />We started with the front yard work.<br />This turned into many hours of hard labor, even though on paper it sure seemed like it should not have taken that long, but digging, lining up block and laying flagstone sure did.<br />Here are pics of the end result.<br />(before we had wood steps off the porch and no walkway to the driveway)<br />*I say driveway, but it is really the drive around the house kind of driveway.<br />These same kind of blocks that are forming the steps, we stood up to make the block divider for the grass areas.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMQJumGhOqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/86hdAhENA8E/s1600-h/front02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMQJumGhOqI/AAAAAAAAAP4/86hdAhENA8E/s320/front02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243326562272623266" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMQJup6tekI/AAAAAAAAAPw/MlUanq0r3zY/s1600-h/front01.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMQJup6tekI/AAAAAAAAAPw/MlUanq0r3zY/s320/front01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243326563296836162" border="0" /></a><br />The walk along the house that we removed the flagstone and lined the area with plastic, then redid the flagstone (like putting together a puzzle). Mattress, JDrums and Kevo all had a piece in this.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMQJuqniFGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UfF4Rgmv0xE/s1600-h/front03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 402px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMQJuqniFGI/AAAAAAAAAQA/UfF4Rgmv0xE/s320/front03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243326563484832866" border="0" /></a><br />The small walkway to the driveway. On the right and the left of this walkway will be the grass areas.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMQJu47zs8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/gg5IBVJRIVU/s1600-h/front04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMQJu47zs8I/AAAAAAAAAQI/gg5IBVJRIVU/s320/front04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243326567327970242" border="0" /></a>We leveled the area for the round pen and also redid our easement, but I don't have pics. There was a spot that kept large puddles after it rained and TRuck smoothed it out and built up the sides. We will see how it does with the next heavy rains.<br />That was Saturday's (8/30/08) accomplishments.<br />~~~~<br /><br />Sunday (8/31) morning, we are all refreshed and ready to go again...<br /><br />All the temporary panels have been moved away except the front of the stalls, which we keep because of the gates.<br />Jackie making sure all is going well...<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP6gndCtfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wn-karKBVp0/s1600-h/newstall2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP6gndCtfI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wn-karKBVp0/s320/newstall2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243309829442942450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">In the back of TRuck's truck was his welder, he did all the welding (he is a master welder, I tell ya. If you ever need a welder, he is the guy to see).<br />Most of the no-climb fence is attached, we used a fence puller hooked to one of our trucks for a tight fit.<br />Toby comes in to visit and check things out.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP8GlILuWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/w5g0OIdDOC8/s1600-h/newstall3.jpg"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 469px; height: 315px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP8GlILuWI/AAAAAAAAAO4/w5g0OIdDOC8/s320/newstall3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243311581165238626" border="0" /></a><br />TRuck given Toby some lovin'.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP7hi7lppI/AAAAAAAAAOY/uKcEZi2b4NM/s1600-h/newstall4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 440px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP7hi7lppI/AAAAAAAAAOY/uKcEZi2b4NM/s320/newstall4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243310944920381074" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP7iDHb8TI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BBfR2cCLyTo/s1600-h/newstall5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 492px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP7iDHb8TI/AAAAAAAAAOg/BBfR2cCLyTo/s320/newstall5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243310953560011058" border="0" /></a><br />Mattress, my oldest son, doing some of the last of the fencing attaching.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP7iaqXSGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Xtv-CVflLlQ/s1600-h/newstall6.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 416px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SMP7iaqXSGI/AAAAAAAAAOo/Xtv-CVflLlQ/s320/newstall6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243310959880521826" border="0" /></a><br />~~~~~<br /><br />Whew, the boys were wiped out! Momma got all her work done, thank goodness for strong, more than willing sons to help her!!!<br />I am so proud of these men. I could not ask for better boys!<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-3609267509141925214?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-30240122492424565452008-09-04T07:53:00.002-07:002008-09-04T08:06:07.588-07:00Finally...We are up and running again. My son formatted my computer. It was infected bad!<br />Now I can actually be on the net for more than 2 minutes.<br /><br />Today I take R to the dentist to get his 2 upper front teeth pulled. They are destroyed from a combination of a mother that was on drugs while pregnant and bottle rot. At least the dentist figures those were the contributing factors.<br /><br />So, I will get busy writing and I definitely need to do some major catch up on my reading of my favorite blogs. I hadn't realized how much I truly enjoy the blogs I read until I could not do it. I have missed you all so much!<br /><br />Be back later...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-3024012249242456545?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-67692732088683244492008-08-24T09:27:00.002-07:002008-08-24T09:36:30.332-07:00More crap...Virus attack!! It hasn't stopped.<br />My blog got hijacked. Thank goodness all I lost was my background layout and my XML changes. Luckily when I logged on all my added elements were still there but with a blogger default template that I had originally chosen when I started blogging. A big whewwww!<br />I have found that I cannot update my header nor change any of the XML. So for now, I hope this is the worst it can do to me.<br />My son Kevo cannot get out here fast enough!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-6769273208868324449?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-64527255939380589802008-08-24T05:23:00.002-07:002008-08-24T05:28:04.851-07:00What can be next?Ok, things happen in threes.. so I must be done with crap happening for a while, right? <p class="MsoNormal">We have a laptop, I bought it for hubby, DNaC, about a year and half ago and it was not a cheap one. Over the last few months it was getting harder and harder to charge the thing. The power plug connection was getting disturbed and loosening. It finally got to the point that the connection was just not there. I called around and most places didn’t want to touch it because it involved soldering the ac connector back on the mother board. I did find one place that said it can be done, it would cost about $165. Better than buying a new laptop, but I was told there are no guarantees. CRAP! I had bought the thing at Best Buy, so since we had to make the long trip into town last weekend we took it back to Best Buy and they said it would be $38.94 to have the estimate. They send it off to do this. I got the call yesterday that it would cost $150 minus the $38.94 I paid already and it would take just a few more days and with a guarantee. YEEHAW! </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Last Wednesday there was nothing special happening weather wise, not a bad lightning thunderstorm coming through, but …sure enough something took a zap. You see, we <s>have</s> had a microwave. It came with the house when we bought it, we have been here going on 6 years now. Don’t microwaves last longer than 6 years??? I guess not. So, when DNaC had to go into town to take J to his “intake” evaluation (more on that later), DNaC went on over to WalMart and picked up a new microwave. YEEHAW!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Yesterday my son, TRuck, was getting wired for 220, I mean, he was getting a 220 plug wired and ready to use on our generator, so that we are able to use his welder properly to weld our pipe fenced stalls that we are putting up in place of the temporary ones we have had. This is in preparation to be able to use the temporary panels to make our round pen. Anyway, DNaC and TRuck could not quite figure out the new wiring for the plug and called a friend to help them out. Friend came and brought his meter to check things out. <span style=""> </span>Friend said we wired the pug correctly, then tested the generator. Now, we spent $988 on this generator to use in a used toy hauler that we were going to buy, which we did not buy. We ended up buying a brand new toy hauler that came with a generator. So, we have not had to use the generator much and only have but 14.4 hours of use on it. Well, of course, we find out that something inside the engine part of the generator is not working right. There is a “drop out” or whatever that is making the generator only put out about 20 amps/volts (whatever they call it) into one hot part of the plug and the proper amount into the other hot part of the plug. Basically we can use it, but it won’t put enough juice out to use the welder properly. So, next time we make a trip into town, we will have to take this generator back to Costco and hope they will exchange it for us. Hopefully a YEEHAW!</p> <p class="MsoNormal">That is three… so leave us alone for a while….. ok?</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Oh, there is a bonus…. Gosh darn it! Yesterday afternoon I was on the net at a <s>trusted</s> website to just look, mind you, no downloading or anything and I clicked on a link to view a larger version of an example website and POW… sure enough a virus let loose on my desktop. It took all my desktop icons, the wallpaper and a few other things and hijacked them and turned them into some stranger. Then it also made it so that when I want to “switch users” and allow another to use their desktop that cannot take place unless we completely “log off” now. I ran my virus protection and it found 6 bad things, but even with dumping the bad stuff, I still have to do a “log off” to switch users. I can’t wait til son #2, Kevo, comes out next weekend, I am going to put him to work on this computer. In the mean time I am going to do a “restore” back a few days before the virus attack and see what that does. YEEHAW!</p><p class="MsoNormal">Later today I will get the pics of the work we have done so far on the pipe fenced stalls.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">Happy horsin'around, y'all!<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-6452725593938058980?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-22049616976499900372008-08-20T19:33:00.004-07:002008-08-20T20:21:02.176-07:00Away...I have been so busy.... I have missed posting and reading blogs!!!<br /><br />It started with R that got a bad cough and cold, then it seemed hubby had it coming on. Hubby was really bad, he sounded like he was going to cough out his lungs.<br />Then the little one, J sure enough got it, and we treated him with over the counter medication, but last Friday he was just too sick to go to daycare, so the skiddos stayed home with hubby. Then.. guess what... my old body just couldn't keep the bug away. I tried to tell myself I was not getting sick over the weekend, but it didn't listen. I finally went in to the docs, (since i work there) I had a fever, cough, congestion and just felt lousy. I got antibiotics at least. I do feel better, but I still have coughingfits for 20 minutes at a time. It is a dang inconvenience more than anything.<br />So with being sick, not sleeping for days. Having a husband that is sicker than me and won't go see the doctor, the little, I mean the big butthead. AND having 2 little boys that are still coughing some, I just haven't had any time or brain cells to come up with anything good to write about.<br /><br />We did start work on the pipe fence stalls over this past weekend and I took pics, I will post about that soon.<br /><br />Tomorrow I go to a CFT meeting. This is a meeting to find out what will be the case for my little skiddos. We will find out how much jail time the mother will get. The father will be there, but we already know there will never be hope for him to get them because of his prior drug use and crimes and we were also told that his mental capacity is impaired enough that he cannot take custody. I will post more after tomorrow when I learn more.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-2204961697649990037?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-77876319028993219092008-08-16T07:46:00.004-07:002008-08-16T08:17:33.007-07:00Disgusting I tell ya...I was totally and thoroughly disgusted when I happened upon this link about <a href="http://blameitonthevoices.blogspot.com/2008/07/spanish-horse-wrestling-festival.html?showComment=1217457540000#c7350518679900802516"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Horse Wrestling</span></a>. I could rant and rave and share my anger, but I think you can all form your own opinions.<br />It is a tradition some where near Spain, in a small town called Galiza (I gather). There are many opinions from the blog readers. My personal opinion is this is sick!<br /><br />This is how it starts.... follow the link or click on the picture for more information on this so-called tradition.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blameitonthevoices.blogspot.com/2008/07/spanish-horse-wrestling-festival.html?showComment=1217457540000#c7350518679900802516"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 550px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2LQSREoFMog/SKbrEAQp0HI/AAAAAAAAANM/LvHBmcCluW0/s320/horsewrest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235130070886633586" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-7787631902899321909?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4394575000733746937.post-42966539009857853802008-08-10T08:08:00.003-07:002008-08-16T08:19:03.088-07:00We are all Princesses... lmao!I visited <a href="http://carrollfarm.blogspot.com/">Carroll Farm</a> and she had this little diddy on her blog and I decided to do it.... I was roaring with laughter after I took it and it said that ......<br /><br /><b><a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354"><span style="font-size:+1;">You Are Cinderella!</span></a></b><br /><center><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v465/newbandi/Cinderella.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /><p><b>Dignified and hard working. With a gentle and soft-spoken manner you have something many people don't. Patience. Even through the moments of heartbreak you're still able to hold onto all of your hopes and dreams. Bide your time; your dream will come true.</b></p></center><br /><b><a href="http://www.greatestjournal.com/quiz.bml?Q=16354">Which Disney Princess Are You?</a></b><br /><br />Actually, I do have loads of patience, I always have hope for the best and am very soft spoken, so it wasn't too far off... LOL!<br />Ladies, go give it a try and have a little laugh!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4394575000733746937-4296653900985785380?l=anunfinishedproject.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momma / Cowgirlnoreply@blogger.com