Newest Project!

Tuesday, March 30, 2010 Edit This 4 Comments »

I have yet another project. Or addition to the family. Whatever. Meet...


Well, damn. I haven't named him yet. He's a registered Tennessee Walking Horse. He's not quite five yet, which means he's still got some growing to do. He'll be taller and he also needs to put about 100lbs of weight on. But he has the sweetest, calmest disposition as far as I have seen thus far. I'm excited. I've wanted a TWH for at least a decade and he looks almost identical to one I passed up on several years ago that I still kick myself for not snapping up.

So, anyways, here are pictures...

This last photo is just to show how freaking tall this guy is. Those panels are at least 5ft high!

"Hello. 911. What is your emergency?"

Tuesday, March 09, 2010 Posted In , Edit This 3 Comments »

"Um. My husband is an idiot."


So Sunday DH caught this nasty bug that the wutz had at the end of last week. He wasn't feeling well so he went to bed early. Before he slept, I told him that he should stay home and rest on Monday. He promised he would if he was feeling bad. When he woke me up Monday he said he was feeling better, so he got dressed and took the wutz to school then drove 50 miles to work.

I got up early, tidied the house, fed the horses, then by 9:30am I was curled back in bed ready to enjoy a lazy day ALONE! Yes, I said it. ALONE.

At 9:35am my phone rang. It was one of DH's coworkers. DH had passed out during a conference. Twice.

They ended up calling 911 and he was taken to the hospital. So I had to climb back out of bed, get dressed, go get my mom and drive over an hour to the hospital. Turns out the only thing that showed up was some dehydration. Basically, the dude has the flu. And he was too stubborn to stay home and rest.

He flinched when I walked into the ER because he knew he was going to get an earful, too. I told him that his refusal to take one day off probably just cost us an entire paycheck (deductables, yanno) and that when he got checked out he was going home and going to bed until I said otherwise.

So now, Mr. Macho is in bed, with a fever of 103. Please God, don't let me be next!