I'm sorry for not writing last week, I was sick. Colton, Emmah and myself were sick last week but are starting to feel much better.
Today Choncho and Spirit (the ornery horses) decided they needed to get extra exercise...outside the pasture in the 100 acre wheat field behind our house. Brandon walked outside just as they were getting out. I'm very glad that our old lady of the herd didn't get out. After the rain we've had, she would have lamed for good, for sure!
So off Brandon goes for the boys. I get Colton down for a nap and go outside to see if I can help. That was a big fat I DON'T THINK SO...I'll wait 'til Brandon gets them headed for home...across the 100 acre mud lolly. Now, Brandon has a way with horses, they love him and he is calm and easy with them, which in turn, makes them respect him (and that's always a plus when a 1200 lb horse respects you;o) I see Brandon walk over to Spirit (remember, he's lead pony) and then hunker down and wait a minute, let them chill. Then he would stand up, walk to Spirit and about the time Brandon had his mane...OFF he would charge...Choncho in tow, still with the stupid look from last time, just runnin'.
Finally, they get headed back to our property...into the ROAD!!! Here are two horses that will spook if a bird drops poop on them or a pheasant flies off, but when it comes to cars/trucks...CHARGE 'EM!! So here I am watching from the house as my dear horses are almost hit by a COUPLE cars (traffic both ways, ya know) and they are so scared. Tears are coming to my eyes as I see a car turn into Choncho to steer him from the road. He does turn and go back towards the field with Spirit behind him.
By this time the two guys in the car stopped to help me and Brandon. Then Choncho starts heading to the pasture, so Brandon gets the hot wire dropped and I head off any ideas of road trotting again. I'm not very big or scary, so when Choncho decided to head towards me and the road instead of the pasture, I start looking like an idiot waving my hands and jumping up and down (did this one other time, 6 months pregnant with 8 draft horses running straight at me...BOY did that ground shake!!), trying to get him to stop...it didn't work...into the road AGAIN he goes. By this time, I can't breathe a lick, Chonch is running goofy in the road and I'm looking for the cops to show up anytime with a *horses out too much* ticket...they never came, thank goodness.
The boys end up in the wheat field again and as Brandon and I are walking over, one of the guys helping us has Spirit caught...just walked up to the knuckle head and caught him. Brandon gets a lead buggered up on Spirit to take him home...of course Chonch is following, probably glad Spirit got caught so they could go home. Brandon get's Spirit put in and Chonch decides he wants to eat the grass outside the pasture and not go in. The idiot comes out of me again and I start to yell at him and try to get him to go in...he doesn't. My last idea before I had to halter him up to get him in was to point. All I did was point and he went...I should have thought of that an hour ago...just pointed at home;o)
That is how our Monday went...shoot, can't wait for the rest of the week!!
I will start writing soon on the topics that are in the news. Give my thoughts, ideas, ramblings. If you have any topic you would like to hear about, just let me know.
Monday, November 12, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
When one thing breaks...
...it seems A LOT will break. What a week I have had. It all started last Friday when the frig broke. We've had problems with it in the past but after pulling everything out and finagling it outta the kitchen, the landlord jiggled a wire in the freezer and it started again. This is a new frig, mind you. So, we'd load it back up and it would work...for a while. On Friday, we whip out the 'ol redneck frig (a.k.a. ice chest) and get everything loaded in it and call the landlord. He brings out a new one and takes the broken one back to the store. Finally, our frig works ALL of the time...for now.
We get that done on Saturday and then on Sunday, the washer decides it doesn't want to spin anymore. The washer/dryer set I have was my Nana's that I received when she passed away. It is at least 10 years old, so it has done a great job keeping MANY families in clean clothes. It would have been nice if the washer chose a better time for breaking...like when I won the lottery and got a brand new set. But I was stuck with a washer that didn't work. We went and picked out a washer we will be paying on for a year, but hey, I'd spend that much washing clothes at a public place and I get to forgo the weirdos at the laundry mats (or driving all over town looking for one and finally finding one after an hour of looking...not a small town either, they have more;o). I don't like the washer, should have gotten the other one I wanted, but it will do. That concludes Monday, though we didn't get the washer delivered until Wednesday, hence the journey to find a place to wash clothes (see above).
Tuesday rolls around and it's looking like it will be a great day so far...then there's a knock on the door. It seems while we were enjoying a little quiet time in the house, the horses (all three of them) decide it's time to take the fence down and run around like idiots and we needed a passerby on our busy road to tell us the horses were near the road...though by this time they had moved to the 100 acre wheat field behind our house. Now usually if we can get the Mustang haltered up, the Appaloosa will follow. This time the odds were different, we had a new horse in the mix, our mare Star who's an older lady. The closer we got, traipsing through the muddy field, the further Star would run and the other two would follow...the App running around with a goofy look on his face, tongue stuck out, wondering what they were doing...just following. A neighbor offers Brandon the use of their quad to catch them. I head back to the house and am headed off by a police officer with some questions. It is illegal in Idaho to have your livestock running at large (Arizona where we are from is open range...=you hit a cow or horse, you pay BIG TIME!!). He has to know our name, where we live, all that good stuff. Get that done and get back to the house. Brandon heads out with a halter and lead. He calls me on my phone and tells me that the horses are at the back of the property and to bring the carrots...he had lost the bag of carrots and lead he had took. I get out there just in time to see the horses jumping the canal behind our house and still looking generally rowdy and not wanting to come home. Brandon finally gets a halter on Spirit the Mustang and the other's follow him to their pasture, though Choncho the App didn't want to cross the downed hot wire and took off for another run along side the canal. He finally goes in. I get all the hot wire put back on the insulators and turn the fence back on. I go check the horses for any cuts or bumps. They are all sweated up big time and Spirit is almost panting. I take his halter off and look over and see two more cops watching us catch the horses and get the fence fixed (and about this time, here comes Montanna's bus from school, packed with kids, having to slow down to pass the two cop cars next to our house...FUN!!!). The cops leave, the horses roll to dry off and as the afternoon passes, I notice that the horses are limping with Star being the worst. I guess after running around like chickens with their heads cut off, jumping stuff and sliding around, they are a little sore. And Star pushin' 18 is no spring chicken!
The horses have gotten out a handful of times since we moved here a year ago. The most memorable one being the night the cops knocked on the door at 4 am to inform us the horses were out (only Choncho and Spirit this time) and we needed to get them corralled. GOODY...it's 4am, 30 degrees below 0 and we have to go catch our horses that are freaked out from the cops chasing them with their lights...sounds like my kinda fun there!!! By the time we caught them, my fingers, legs, ears, nose, pretty much everything was NUMB. I thought I had frost bite and that was through the beanie, jacket, gloves and pants, the whole attire required for chasing horses at 4 in the moring on one of the coldest nights of the year.
I guess we have been lucky when it comes to the horses getting out and catching them...it could be worse.
The rest of the week was pretty good considering how it started. The kids dressed up for Halloween. Montanna went with a friend and we took Emmah and Colton trick or treating. We really missed Montanna (her first time going anywhere with a friend). All and all, it was a very nice, uneventful evening.
Now it's time to go unload some hay for horses that like to take us on adventures...o-and did I mention that the water heater has somehow flooded the basement?
We get that done on Saturday and then on Sunday, the washer decides it doesn't want to spin anymore. The washer/dryer set I have was my Nana's that I received when she passed away. It is at least 10 years old, so it has done a great job keeping MANY families in clean clothes. It would have been nice if the washer chose a better time for breaking...like when I won the lottery and got a brand new set. But I was stuck with a washer that didn't work. We went and picked out a washer we will be paying on for a year, but hey, I'd spend that much washing clothes at a public place and I get to forgo the weirdos at the laundry mats (or driving all over town looking for one and finally finding one after an hour of looking...not a small town either, they have more;o). I don't like the washer, should have gotten the other one I wanted, but it will do. That concludes Monday, though we didn't get the washer delivered until Wednesday, hence the journey to find a place to wash clothes (see above).
Tuesday rolls around and it's looking like it will be a great day so far...then there's a knock on the door. It seems while we were enjoying a little quiet time in the house, the horses (all three of them) decide it's time to take the fence down and run around like idiots and we needed a passerby on our busy road to tell us the horses were near the road...though by this time they had moved to the 100 acre wheat field behind our house. Now usually if we can get the Mustang haltered up, the Appaloosa will follow. This time the odds were different, we had a new horse in the mix, our mare Star who's an older lady. The closer we got, traipsing through the muddy field, the further Star would run and the other two would follow...the App running around with a goofy look on his face, tongue stuck out, wondering what they were doing...just following. A neighbor offers Brandon the use of their quad to catch them. I head back to the house and am headed off by a police officer with some questions. It is illegal in Idaho to have your livestock running at large (Arizona where we are from is open range...=you hit a cow or horse, you pay BIG TIME!!). He has to know our name, where we live, all that good stuff. Get that done and get back to the house. Brandon heads out with a halter and lead. He calls me on my phone and tells me that the horses are at the back of the property and to bring the carrots...he had lost the bag of carrots and lead he had took. I get out there just in time to see the horses jumping the canal behind our house and still looking generally rowdy and not wanting to come home. Brandon finally gets a halter on Spirit the Mustang and the other's follow him to their pasture, though Choncho the App didn't want to cross the downed hot wire and took off for another run along side the canal. He finally goes in. I get all the hot wire put back on the insulators and turn the fence back on. I go check the horses for any cuts or bumps. They are all sweated up big time and Spirit is almost panting. I take his halter off and look over and see two more cops watching us catch the horses and get the fence fixed (and about this time, here comes Montanna's bus from school, packed with kids, having to slow down to pass the two cop cars next to our house...FUN!!!). The cops leave, the horses roll to dry off and as the afternoon passes, I notice that the horses are limping with Star being the worst. I guess after running around like chickens with their heads cut off, jumping stuff and sliding around, they are a little sore. And Star pushin' 18 is no spring chicken!
The horses have gotten out a handful of times since we moved here a year ago. The most memorable one being the night the cops knocked on the door at 4 am to inform us the horses were out (only Choncho and Spirit this time) and we needed to get them corralled. GOODY...it's 4am, 30 degrees below 0 and we have to go catch our horses that are freaked out from the cops chasing them with their lights...sounds like my kinda fun there!!! By the time we caught them, my fingers, legs, ears, nose, pretty much everything was NUMB. I thought I had frost bite and that was through the beanie, jacket, gloves and pants, the whole attire required for chasing horses at 4 in the moring on one of the coldest nights of the year.
I guess we have been lucky when it comes to the horses getting out and catching them...it could be worse.
The rest of the week was pretty good considering how it started. The kids dressed up for Halloween. Montanna went with a friend and we took Emmah and Colton trick or treating. We really missed Montanna (her first time going anywhere with a friend). All and all, it was a very nice, uneventful evening.
Now it's time to go unload some hay for horses that like to take us on adventures...o-and did I mention that the water heater has somehow flooded the basement?
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Kids
What a wonderful three days my family has had. The girls have been out of school for three days due to something to having to due with parent-teacher conferences next week. So, our house has been filled with fighting children.
This mornin' started our pretty nice. Then we decide to mow and clean out the garden and rototill it. I told the girls that if they got some bags and put the dead corn in then, I would give them ten cents for every ear of funky corn they bag. Montanna states to me that "10 cents is nothin!". I tell her she can take it or leave it. She took it. They get out there with their bags and everything is going good until Montanna swipes a cob from Emmah, due to the hole in the bottom of Emmah's bag and her corn falling out. Emmah starts screaming that Montanna took her corn and then proceeds to do the fish flop/scream bloody murder while Montanna is still picking up the corn Emmah loses during the melt down. I tell Emmah that I will give her an extra dime and that seems to calm her for now.
Things were going better and Brandon had the mower ready to mow. I was going to mow the garden before he tilled it up. And so began the saga of "I'M going next!!!" Within twenty minutes of the corn incident, they begin to fight over who said they were going first, first. Montanna is pleading with me to remember she had told me first. Emmah is telling me that she told me first. Finally I tell them both to hush up or they wouldn't get to ride. A *redneck* thing we do is let the kids ride the mower around the yard. Not very fast, just cruising a little.
I finally get on the mower and start on the garden and low and behold, there was a big pile of baling twine in the garden and now tangled badly around the blade...to the point that it was smoking for a bit. Get'r shut down, by Brandon's truck of course because keeping with the redneck theme, our mower needs a jump to get it started (another *honey do list* thing...fix mower). An hour later, the mower is ready for action. I get the garden mowed and then the girls have their turn on the mower. They had fun and didn't have one fight...thank goodness for the small things!
This mornin' started our pretty nice. Then we decide to mow and clean out the garden and rototill it. I told the girls that if they got some bags and put the dead corn in then, I would give them ten cents for every ear of funky corn they bag. Montanna states to me that "10 cents is nothin!". I tell her she can take it or leave it. She took it. They get out there with their bags and everything is going good until Montanna swipes a cob from Emmah, due to the hole in the bottom of Emmah's bag and her corn falling out. Emmah starts screaming that Montanna took her corn and then proceeds to do the fish flop/scream bloody murder while Montanna is still picking up the corn Emmah loses during the melt down. I tell Emmah that I will give her an extra dime and that seems to calm her for now.
Things were going better and Brandon had the mower ready to mow. I was going to mow the garden before he tilled it up. And so began the saga of "I'M going next!!!" Within twenty minutes of the corn incident, they begin to fight over who said they were going first, first. Montanna is pleading with me to remember she had told me first. Emmah is telling me that she told me first. Finally I tell them both to hush up or they wouldn't get to ride. A *redneck* thing we do is let the kids ride the mower around the yard. Not very fast, just cruising a little.
I finally get on the mower and start on the garden and low and behold, there was a big pile of baling twine in the garden and now tangled badly around the blade...to the point that it was smoking for a bit. Get'r shut down, by Brandon's truck of course because keeping with the redneck theme, our mower needs a jump to get it started (another *honey do list* thing...fix mower). An hour later, the mower is ready for action. I get the garden mowed and then the girls have their turn on the mower. They had fun and didn't have one fight...thank goodness for the small things!
Keeping up with Colton is another story. Sweetest boy you ever want to meet but he is BUSY!! The whole time we're outside today, we have to check to see where *the baby* is. He is very fast and one time even burned his poor little hand on the BBQ, that was when he was crawling. He is now walking and able to get places faster. On the kitchen table is a favorite or pounding on the computer after sneaking into our room.
Having children has taught me a lot about myself...I was a dork when I was a kid...I fought with my brother all the time and drove my mom and Nana nuts...I don't have the patience I thought I had...you can feel old at 30...children do NOT get easier to raise the older they get...it was wrong to give my mom those dirty looks...and the biggest thing I've learned is repeating yourself is an everyday thing, get used to it.
I do pray there comes a day when our children will get along and show how much they love each other...instead of fighting over who gets the toilet first...
Thursday, October 25, 2007
Tonight was the Halloween party at the girls' school. It was pretty fun if you like 10,000 kids running around with the soccer mom's and dad's in tow. I never really like going to the school functions. We live in suburbia and I am just not comfortable in the city....
...picture if you will, the first day of school. It was a beautiful day, I was happy for our middle child as it was her first day of school. My husband was asleep, the baby was sleeping, so me and the girls go to school in my truck. Now, my truck is a HUGE four door 4x4 truck with *REDNECK* written in 4 inch letters on the back, not to mention all the straw bales in the bed of the truck at the time. It's a nice truck, not all hillbillied out, it's just big and has *REDNECK* written on the back and straw bales.
We get to school and I don't know if anyone's noticed but the parking spots have gotten smaller. Well, I pull into a rock star parking spot with plenty of room to get the truck out. I take the girls into the school, see them off to their classes, hug and kiss them and tell them to have a great day. I walk off smiling, thinking of how much fun it will be for them and as I round the corner, I look at my truck across the parking lot and see a minivan pull next to my truck. As I get closer, I see that I am wedged in on all sides by minivans and SUV's, except for the front where there was a curb and road out of the parking lot.
I get in the truck with neither a smile on my face or a happy thought in my head. I figure that I can try backing up and seeing what happens. So, I start the big, huge diesel truck up and slap that sucker in reverse and try to make it out. I had two big mistakes that day...one being that I actually thought I got rock star parking and number two is thinking I could back out, no problem. I am crammed in on the right and left, I have about 10 feet behind me (which I swear is shorter then the truck!) and a curb in front of me. I call my husband but of course, he is sleeping. So, I leave a typical wife having a problem message..."BABE!!! WAKE UP!! I'm stuck in the parking lot and I can't get out...BABE!!!!!!!" With my first plan shot, I decide to jump the curb. I give the truck a little gas, 'cuz the whole time it's been runnin' of course, and the truck doesn't move. Crap!! I think if I give it too much gas, I will jump the curb and hit the minivans and SUV's across the road. At this point, my mornin' has really gone south in a hurry and I'm not seeing a way outta this any time soon. I call hubby again and he was still asleep, so I leave another message, though some of the words are getting worse and more desperate. Twenty minutes into my panic, the minivan next to me leaves. There was my chance to beat it on down the road. I whip it into reverse and look behind me best I can over the straw for kids and parents and off I went. Not even out of the parking lot and a lady in an Escalade feels she doesn't need to stop at her stop sign...with the big green beast coming, straw piled in the back...she stopped and I made it home in time to wake my husband up and yell at him!
I can laugh on it now, but that was surely a crazy mornin' that I don't want to repeat any time soon. My husband, Brandon, could only laugh at me. Hey, it's a big truck and I have even been asked by an older gentleman how the weather was up here. It was hot I told him.
It's now time for me to master the fine art of horse trailer hauling. Now that sounds like fun...stay tuned!!!
...picture if you will, the first day of school. It was a beautiful day, I was happy for our middle child as it was her first day of school. My husband was asleep, the baby was sleeping, so me and the girls go to school in my truck. Now, my truck is a HUGE four door 4x4 truck with *REDNECK* written in 4 inch letters on the back, not to mention all the straw bales in the bed of the truck at the time. It's a nice truck, not all hillbillied out, it's just big and has *REDNECK* written on the back and straw bales.
We get to school and I don't know if anyone's noticed but the parking spots have gotten smaller. Well, I pull into a rock star parking spot with plenty of room to get the truck out. I take the girls into the school, see them off to their classes, hug and kiss them and tell them to have a great day. I walk off smiling, thinking of how much fun it will be for them and as I round the corner, I look at my truck across the parking lot and see a minivan pull next to my truck. As I get closer, I see that I am wedged in on all sides by minivans and SUV's, except for the front where there was a curb and road out of the parking lot.
I get in the truck with neither a smile on my face or a happy thought in my head. I figure that I can try backing up and seeing what happens. So, I start the big, huge diesel truck up and slap that sucker in reverse and try to make it out. I had two big mistakes that day...one being that I actually thought I got rock star parking and number two is thinking I could back out, no problem. I am crammed in on the right and left, I have about 10 feet behind me (which I swear is shorter then the truck!) and a curb in front of me. I call my husband but of course, he is sleeping. So, I leave a typical wife having a problem message..."BABE!!! WAKE UP!! I'm stuck in the parking lot and I can't get out...BABE!!!!!!!" With my first plan shot, I decide to jump the curb. I give the truck a little gas, 'cuz the whole time it's been runnin' of course, and the truck doesn't move. Crap!! I think if I give it too much gas, I will jump the curb and hit the minivans and SUV's across the road. At this point, my mornin' has really gone south in a hurry and I'm not seeing a way outta this any time soon. I call hubby again and he was still asleep, so I leave another message, though some of the words are getting worse and more desperate. Twenty minutes into my panic, the minivan next to me leaves. There was my chance to beat it on down the road. I whip it into reverse and look behind me best I can over the straw for kids and parents and off I went. Not even out of the parking lot and a lady in an Escalade feels she doesn't need to stop at her stop sign...with the big green beast coming, straw piled in the back...she stopped and I made it home in time to wake my husband up and yell at him!
I can laugh on it now, but that was surely a crazy mornin' that I don't want to repeat any time soon. My husband, Brandon, could only laugh at me. Hey, it's a big truck and I have even been asked by an older gentleman how the weather was up here. It was hot I told him.
It's now time for me to master the fine art of horse trailer hauling. Now that sounds like fun...stay tuned!!!
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Rednecks and chicken coops
Well, today was build a chicken coop day. Wasn't as hard as I thought it would be. Now, let me start off by saying that we are rednecks...through and through, we are rednecks. Which isn't the same as white trash, though some may think it's the same thing (but that's another topic some day).
Anyhow, last year we got a lot of pallets and made our horses a run-in shelter for the cold Idaho winters. Brandon decided we needed to put tar paper on it to fill in some holes and really I'm not sure why we put it on there. Horses decide it's a wonderful thing to tear apart, so now we have a hawnky-jawed horse shed that looks horrible. We are now the proud owners of a pallet chicken coop, to go with the horses house. Hey, it works and the chickens are happy and dry. Next, we need to work on the horse lean-to. That will be much more fun with the horses eating our clothes and poking our butts.
Life is a little calm around here right now and really kinda nice. Something is bound to happen here soon, hopefully it won't be too crazy. We do have the girls' Halloween party at school to go to this week...FUN, FUN, FUN!!!.
It was a beautiful day here today. Warm, about 55-60 degrees, light breeze...perfect for chicken coop building. I love Autum!!
I will get some pictures posted and will talk later.
Anyhow, last year we got a lot of pallets and made our horses a run-in shelter for the cold Idaho winters. Brandon decided we needed to put tar paper on it to fill in some holes and really I'm not sure why we put it on there. Horses decide it's a wonderful thing to tear apart, so now we have a hawnky-jawed horse shed that looks horrible. We are now the proud owners of a pallet chicken coop, to go with the horses house. Hey, it works and the chickens are happy and dry. Next, we need to work on the horse lean-to. That will be much more fun with the horses eating our clothes and poking our butts.
Life is a little calm around here right now and really kinda nice. Something is bound to happen here soon, hopefully it won't be too crazy. We do have the girls' Halloween party at school to go to this week...FUN, FUN, FUN!!!.
It was a beautiful day here today. Warm, about 55-60 degrees, light breeze...perfect for chicken coop building. I love Autum!!
I will get some pictures posted and will talk later.
Sunday, October 21, 2007
Well, my very first post. I guess I will introduce myself. I'm Loree, 30 year old wife and mother to three babies. Montanna is almost 8 and quite the sassy girl. Emmah is almost 6 and a real sweetheart. Colton is our youngest at 13 months and boy is he a handful!!! It has been crazy ever since we found out I was having him can't imagine how the rest of childhood can go...
I stay at home with my family and raise them. I feel so lucky to be able to stay home. My husband, Brandon, has been off work for about 9 months now from an accident last year. We are lucky to get along as well as we do. I tried homeschooling for a little bit but mercy, it was not for me and Emmah. We found out last week that Emmah lost 2 stars at school for going crazy for not being able to write the number 5. Brandon and I couldn't help but to laugh...that is why I sent her to school!! I prefer things to be a little more easy going, not so fish floppin', head bangin', screamin', fit throwin' as she has a tendency to do with the *harder* stuff.
I guess you can say I am a soaper by trade. I love to make soap, lotion, creams, salves, lip balms, house cleaners, laundry soap...you name it!! I truely believe I was born about 200 years too soon. wouldn't that have been fun??? I would have lived in the West and had a ranch in Montana and trained horses while raising beef and having 10 babies...aawwww, if we could only go back in time. Anyhow, soaping is what I do in my spare time. I try to sell some to help pay for the supplies.
My other number one love is HORSES!! Anything horses is what I love. I am in the process of looking for another horse, a mare in foal I am hoping. We plan on breeding our mare Star next spring. She's a beautiful flea bitten gray. We also have an Appaloosa and a gen-u-ine Mustang. We have a wonderful little herd of horses that at times can be quite rowdy and funny. The 30-second fart by Spirit the Mustang is just one that comes to mind. Or Choncho the App that has a tongue problem...it flaps while he runs due to missing teeth (story will come later), which does not make him a show horse. Though we are not show horse people, just some rednecks enjoying life so far.
Anyhow, that is a little about me and I will be writing much more in the future. I was once a very good writer of songs, poetry and stories. Hopefully I can get back into write freely. Will talk later...
I stay at home with my family and raise them. I feel so lucky to be able to stay home. My husband, Brandon, has been off work for about 9 months now from an accident last year. We are lucky to get along as well as we do. I tried homeschooling for a little bit but mercy, it was not for me and Emmah. We found out last week that Emmah lost 2 stars at school for going crazy for not being able to write the number 5. Brandon and I couldn't help but to laugh...that is why I sent her to school!! I prefer things to be a little more easy going, not so fish floppin', head bangin', screamin', fit throwin' as she has a tendency to do with the *harder* stuff.
I guess you can say I am a soaper by trade. I love to make soap, lotion, creams, salves, lip balms, house cleaners, laundry soap...you name it!! I truely believe I was born about 200 years too soon. wouldn't that have been fun??? I would have lived in the West and had a ranch in Montana and trained horses while raising beef and having 10 babies...aawwww, if we could only go back in time. Anyhow, soaping is what I do in my spare time. I try to sell some to help pay for the supplies.
My other number one love is HORSES!! Anything horses is what I love. I am in the process of looking for another horse, a mare in foal I am hoping. We plan on breeding our mare Star next spring. She's a beautiful flea bitten gray. We also have an Appaloosa and a gen-u-ine Mustang. We have a wonderful little herd of horses that at times can be quite rowdy and funny. The 30-second fart by Spirit the Mustang is just one that comes to mind. Or Choncho the App that has a tongue problem...it flaps while he runs due to missing teeth (story will come later), which does not make him a show horse. Though we are not show horse people, just some rednecks enjoying life so far.
Anyhow, that is a little about me and I will be writing much more in the future. I was once a very good writer of songs, poetry and stories. Hopefully I can get back into write freely. Will talk later...
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