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Now we get home from Wyoming and try and get back into the reality routine... having to work, clean my house go shopping, care for the horses and a little freedom from having the wee ones under foot.
Then Thursday at 2:30 a.m. my cell phone rings, I was pretty deep in sleep because I thought it was my alarm, but it was too dark outside for that. I grab my phone and it is the gal that does the placements for foster kids. There was 2 little boys that needed to be placed. We said yes of course. We agree to meet in town at the local grocery store to pick them up because the child protective services lady had to come from the 3rd town over to bring them out to us. The boys are darling little blonde, blue eyed kids. They are 2 and 4 years old. They came to us wrapped in blankets with the older one in shorts and a t-shirt and nothing else, the younger one in a wet diaper, a pair of pants and a tank top and shoes. Apparently this is how they were when the police stopped the mother for driving under the influence of meth at close to midnight. One child was not in his car seat, the younger one only strapped in with the upper strap around his neck. This is not the first offense this mother had for being incarcerated for having a DUI with meth. In fact it looks like she had her court hearing for the first offense the day before this arrest. It does not look good for this woman to get her kids back any time soon. As far as we know, the father is not in any shape to take the children either. We will see this coming week.

I just want to strangle these people that do this to their children!! In the meantime.... my house is filled with precious noise of these rambunctious little kiddos. They are well behaved with the younger one having a little bit of devil in him. For however long we have them, we will give them our love and affection and a safe place to be. They love the horses and play with the goat and are doing remarkably well considering all that has happened. I will keep you all posted as time goes by.

Off to bed for me... HAha , and it is only 8:45.

I can't believe this was even allowed to be published...
Over at Oh Horse Feathers she was talking (ok, she was doing one of her wonderfully famous Publice Announcements (I love her public announcements, btw)) about safety around horses. And this just brings it home way too clear how irresponsible something like this can be to even represent that being in this position is ok. I hope some young person doesn't try this at home!
I plan on emailing the magazine after I have my riding class...which I am off to do in a few.

Y'all be safe now ya hear!!

It’s very easy to lose sleep. Sometimes you just can’t stop thinking about what lies ahead. Maybe its bills or maybe it’s the job or maybe its family or pets. I lay here in the middle of the night, thinking about those horrible little lint people. It started years ago when all six kids were in their teens. Having such a large family on a single paycheck I had to fix everything I could. Time after time I yelled at the kids and sometimes even at cowgirl/momma to clean out the lint trap in the dryer. Time after time none of them would admit to the crime. That really pissed me off. Now, there are only three of us and the lint screen in the dryer is still packed with lint. Cowgirl/momma insists she empties it every time. Hey, I know cowgirls don’t lie. So I started looking around. First I looked behind the dryer and then in the dryer vent. I found nothing. I wondered where the lint came from. We always threw it away after we cleaned the screen. Then it hit me. Now I know where all my single socks went to. The little lint people must grind them up and pack them in the dryer screen. When I went to bed, I knew I was on the right trail. I’ll find them suckers yet. That morning, when I woke up I saw it right away. I didn’t want to move. They knew I was after them and to show me they were not afraid, they placed a large piece of lint in my belly button. This is one time when I wish I had an outty.

Maybe a little lint in the dryer screen is not so bad after all.

Years ago in a land far far away(in Calif) I was getting things ready for work the next day…I knew I had to get gas and I don’t like doing that in the morning…..So I decided to get it that night. It was dark and a little cold. So I put on a dark hooded sweatshirt and pulled the hoody tight. When I got to the station, I got out of my little vw station wagon and went to the other side where the fill was. As I passed the passenger door I noticed something stuck in the handle.. The kids had toys called transformers…This one changed from a robot into a gun..can you guess what shape it was in? So I pull it out of the door handle and waved it around. O.K. its dark outside and I’m in a dark hooded sweatshirt waving a gun around. I threw the gun in the front seat and headed for the cashier. Gee, for some reason he was acting a little nervous. I gave him my ten dollars, I told ya it was a long time ago, so I pumped the gas. When I finished I got in the car and headed home. Oh, Look, I said to myself, there are 3 police cars headed this way with their red lights on. There must be a heck of an accident somewhere near here. So I’m driving home and I played back the last ten minutes inside the block that was inside my hoody. I heard a knocking and it wasn’t coming from the vw,s engine compartant I got so nervous my knees were knocking. I didn’t look back. Relieved to get home and in my bed, I decided right then and there to get my gas in the morning for now on.Oh Yeah and be careful with what kind of toys You buy your kids

I’m sitting on the porch with laptop in hand. I sit back and close my eyes and imagine a wagon train slowly moving across the valley creating a lot of dust. People were different back then. I picture the wagons in a circle at dusk. All the men sitting around the campfire, exhausted from the days long journey. The women all gather by a wagon and talk about the day’s events. They talk about the children and the animals. Maybe even about the dreams they have of their new lives in front of them.

The men are talking about the large cow patty they saw on the road a few miles back and of course, they argue over who smells the worst. Then one of them gets up and disappears behind a bush to relieve himself, while another grabs a branch to make a sound like a snake behind the first guy.

I’m sorry, I guess things haven’t changed. Please disregard!!!!!

When I called to make the reservations for camping this past weekend, I had originally called to the fair grounds, which in turn gave me the phone # to call to actually make the reservation. I called that number, made our reservation and figured everything would be great. We packed and left first thing Saturday morning. We arrive at the fair grounds, drive in and at the entrance is a sign that says the park manager is located in space 15. We make our way around to that space and out comes a guy in his leather pants, his red, white and blue bandana tied backwards on his head, his Harley Davidson parked near his trailer. He looks to be 60 years old, but I think that is just because he has a swollen, bubbly nose from too much drinking in his life. Anyway, he says there is no openings when I tell him we had a reservation. He gives a call over to another camping site and we are told that our reservation is for that facility. Which is 10 miles away. We figure we might as well go there.

We arrive other there at 9:30, I check in, letting them know how upset I was to find out that they did not ask which facility I wanted to be at when I first called because how was I to know that I there were 2 to choose from. They apologized and said they had a lovely spot for us there. They also told us about the amenities they have, which are cable hook up, water electric, there is an exercise room, a laundry room, a craft room and a giant big screen TV room. AND this place was a 55+ age community. What a crack up, I was fuming and laughing at the same time. So, we go to the spot that they have reserved for us and there is already a camper there. Back to the office we go. This is really getting FUN!

They ask us if we mind having a spot where we must back the trailer in, we said FINE. We look on the little map they give us and it is the tiniest campsite they have. It is also on the corner of which 2 streets exit at to proceed toward the exit of the campground. Can you spell NIGHTMARE.

The dog had a nice first trip out.

Ok, so I had a small punch biopsy on my face last week and Tuesday April 29th I was to go in to have the nurse to take out the one measly old stitch I had …which is something I could take care of myself. But first go back to the night before this, Monday, I had pulled on the horses corral panel to try and straighten out one of the stalls and ended up scrapping a good chunk of skin out of the palm of my hand on a screw sticking out of the bottom rung of the panel. Now, back to Tuesday… when I am in to see the nurse for the stitch removal she notices my hand and says she can get it cleaned up, but also asked me when was the last time I had a Tetanus shot. I can’t remember if it had been within the last 5 years, so the doc says to just go ahead and get the Diptheria/Tetanus/Pertussis combo shot. I was told that this shot gives a bad reaction and can make my arm slightly sore for up to 2 weeks, but not like what I was experiencing. Tuesday nite was not too bad, and Wednesday at work I could tolerate the pain, but it was beginning to get a bit stiff, but I was told to use heat on it. So last night I slept with the heating pad on it. By 2:30 this morning I could no longer move my arm at all. I got to work this morning and told everyone that I no longer have a functioning left arm. They all said I needed to be seen right away… so I tag myself in (I work at the medical center) to see the doc and find out that I should not have used heat on it as much as I did … and it looks like the injection was given into the muscle, but a little too high on the arm which made this a pretty bad reaction. Now I get to take a muscle relaxer and ibuprofen all because I went to get a stitch out.

See if I ever go to the doc again when I can take care of the problem myself…. LOL

Just as the hubby goes out the door, there is a high pitched chirp I hear in the computer room, chit....one of the fire alarms' battery is going dead. That dang thing is going to chirp every 1 minute until a new battery is placed in it. CHIRP! I can't reach the thing to get it changed because the manufacturer of my home placed it too close to the high ceiling, even with the step stool thingy we have I can't reach it. CHIRP! But that would be no new news for all my family because they never stop teasing me about being so short. Maybe I can bring over a kitchen chair and put the step stool on top of that.......or maybe not. I think I want to go to work today in one piece.
Chirp.......chirp....chirp