Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Monday, September 28, 2009
As we galloped, splashing a long the water's edge, I felt the negativity that I had been carrying melt away. Dee's ears were perked as he leaped and galloped through the waves, undoubtedly enjoying himself as much as I was. The rhythmic pounding of his hooves on the sand filled my head as I closed my eyes, let go of the reins and held my arms out, feeling the wind surround me and wondered if there would ever be such a perfect moment ever again.
As the tide started to come in, we untacked and brought the horses back down to the beach to roll in the warm, soft sand. As if he were entertaining the gathered crowd, Dee rolled, got up, laid back down and rolled again. The more people laughed, the more he'd do it.
I brought him back down to the water where he pawed and snorted at the waves. Sadly, in New England, by the time the ocean water warms up to a bearable temperature, summer is over. On this day the air temperature and water temperature were about the same, making it actually delightful to go for a swim, although Dee and I were the only beach-goers to actually swim.
I hadn't actually planned on getting totally wet but the water felt great and there is nothing like swimming with your horse out in the ocean's waves, especially BIG waves.
But once we got over our heads I realized my riding boots, filled with a few gallons of water, were now acting like cement shoes and decided it was time to head back to shore, salvage some dry clothes and head home.
I couldn't imagine a more perfect day.
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Friday, September 18, 2009
What you may not be able to tell is under that 2 or 3 pounds of nasty green frosting is 2 cupcakes. Two little abused cupcakes.
Perhaps our local frosting-crazed bakery is paying tribute to Mary today in the stickiest, nastiest way possible...
Or perhaps they were puffin' away themselves when they came up with this idea...
Either way, Joe couldn't pass up it's sugary greatness.
But the best part.... the inlaws are in town and we're leavin' the kids with them tonight... right after we feed them this uber-sweet dessert.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Yesterday Beck started speech therapy. He's come along way in just 2 short years with us, but because he spent nearly his first 3 years in an orphanage there is the lingering issue of the oral-motor muscle development. This lack of muscle development was most likely caused by the fact that he wasn't encouraged to speak or even babble, due to the lack of one on one contact. And additionally, the constant mush textured food they were given daily. We take for granted the development that occurs in just eating different textured foods as babies and toddlers.
In order to get him enrolled in this therapy he had to sit through 2 hours of testing. TWO HOURS OF TEDIOUS TESTING!! He rocked it
I was so proud a week later when I received his scores and cognitively he
As I suspected, he did score poorly in the oral-motor skills. No big surprise.
Because he's one smart dude, he doesn't qualify for help through the SAU... and because we're self employed, our health insurance will only start giving us a hand after we shell out the first $10,000.00 - what saints! So we're gonna
So how much does speech therapy cost? $100/hour! Yowzaa! I'm SOOO in the wrong business!!!
So we went to our first session and Beck loved it. They worked on letter sounds and tongue exercises and 45 minutes later we were in the car heading home...
WHAT???? Back that truck up?!
Yes, FORTY-FIVE MINUTES! It seems that if you're getting paid $100/hr, that hour is really only 45 minutes TOTAL which includes signing in at the desk, removing shoes, and a little play time at the end, getting shoes back on and pushin' the little rugrat out the office door. What...the...???
Any of you out there working for an hourly wage, go ahead and try this with your boss tomorrow. Cumulatively, on an 8 hour day this would mean you could knock off 2 hours early every day! And still get paid! Woo-Hoo!
But something tells me, in the real world, that sort of thing just gets you fired.
"Show me the look Mommy makes when she gets our bill?"
Monday, September 14, 2009
Note the worrisome look on Taz's face as he crosses the wire. Perhaps he's a bit confused because normally at that point he sees lots of tails and horse butts in front of him. But on this day, he lead the pack and pulled off his first (and only) victory.
He was a fabulous long shot, paying $19.40 on a $2 wager! And apparently such a long shot that no one in his posse felt the need to dress up for the occasion... especially the 2 on the far left in the bottom photo. Yikes! Or perhaps they're photo-bombing track bums. Hawt!
Sunday, September 13, 2009
I did manage to get the kids out of their PJ's and go visit their Dad, who was just 1 mile down the road at a nearby horse farm selling his lemonade at their horse show. (shut up your dirty minds!)
What? I haven't mentioned the lemonade stand??? Really? Well, long story short, although he's now a suit and tie wearing Financial Advisor, Joe was once a carny... still is, I guess, technically. He still sets up the lemonade stand a few times a year at different events. What? a grown man with a lemonade stand.. nothin' wrong with that!
Anyway, so we show up and suddenly Joe high-tails it outta the stand, leaving me to serve the line of customers.
... and me without my vodka.
After I was
That was a complete bust since apparently the teacher requires ballet shoes that either don't exist or need to be order 6 months in advance (did I mention the class starts Tuesday. Yeah, who's mother of the year? I am!).
But the day wasn't a complete loss. As I roamed Target cursing myself for allowing Morgan to sign up for dance again, I came across the boxes for RockBand BEATLES. Oh how I have been coveting this little game. But alas, I don't have RockBand, I have Guitar Hero - cursed evil video jerks for teasing us!!!! Damn those marketing geniuses who some how scored exclusive rights to the world greatest band. DAMN THEM and their monopolizing evil powers!!!
Yes, I'm a bit envious. And bitter? Moi?
But as I ran my fingers over the game I so craved, I noticed a wee, tiny fine print..."works with some Guitar Hero controllers".. What? SOME? What the heck does that mean??!!
I didn't care, it was worth the
Fast forward to 10 minutes (and several traffic violations) later... I popped the disc in my Wii. It had some sort of warning about making all my other games forever incompatiable if I continued... I didn't care, I just clicked like a Beatle-lovin' mad woman... to hell with Wii Fit! What the hell has it done for me lately!
And then it happened....
...the most glorious opening sequence to any video game. ever.
(and yes, I took a picture. What?)
Hellz yeah! Take that!! It works, beyatches!!!!! *evil laugh*
and in a related story, this may be my last post for a few weeks... Gotta rest my drummer hands.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Friday, September 11, 2009
Dinner and some TV... What's on the menu, you ask? Maple pan seared salmon.. yum, if I say so myself... and apparently, so says the dog as well. Who needs to vac?!
Thursday, September 10, 2009
"This latest painting of Emma's was one of her holiday paintings... one painted just for fun. .... It is from the shores of Lake Issyk Kul . The original photo was taken while we had a group of orphans with us for an over night in the yurts.... it was a beautiful peaceful place...."
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
So technically this is NaSeViMo ... but whatever...
No day at the state fair is complete without your kids being dragged through the dust by a team of steers. At least Courtney figured out to let go of the rope... Morgan, not so much.
Heh. C'mon you little dirt monkeys, let's go get some cotton candy!
Monday, September 7, 2009
Sunday, September 6, 2009
But i will not be brought down by insolent laptop! Please enjoy this shot of the Beck & Morgan catching up with their friend Aidai on the roller coaster yesterday at the fair.
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Saturday, September 5, 2009
We're currently anxiously waiting for the start of the demolition derby at the state fair. jealous?
Morgan is enjoying a slushy concoction of syrupy nastiness over ice (which I'm sure I'lll end up wearing one way or another).
Redneck fun aside, I wasn't about to drop the ball on NaSePiMo!
Friday, September 4, 2009
Anyhoo, I'm currently at a social mixer at my daughter's school. Yes, this is me mixing. suck it. I have NaSePiMo duties to fulfill & let me tell you, today pretty much sucked... not in an earth-shattering, life altering sort of way (thank goodness) but just high in the craptastic factor. So really I had nothing interesting to shoot...unless you dig me vacuuming. I know, fabulous.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
I purchased Mr Dee 10 years ago, via the phone, having not seen him in over a year and being 1500 miles away. I went with my heart and it paid off in inmeasurable ways.
Then there was Storm. I fell in love with him over the internet and met him half way from his home in PA. What I found was a very sick horse with a very questionable future. But I knew he needed medical attention immediately and it seemed obvious he wasn't going to get it in his current situation. So I wrote a check and loaded a feverish, weak horse into my trailer. I knew there was a possibility that I would simply bring this horse home to bury, but again my heart lead me. And once home with proper care, he recovered and flourished and has been a blessing to our family.
And now Taz. Again I saw something special. And again I felt that draw, that gut-feeling. So we bought him without knowing whether he was even ridable. Another leap of faith...
Well today, we had at least one question answered...
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
The other day I was
Fast forward to hours later when I retrieved a perfectly chilled bottle of Corona LIGHT from the frig. I stopped dead in my tracks as I held the bottle. "When did my hands get so big?", I thought. "Oh mah GAWD!!! How could I have never noticed I have freakin' MAN HANDS!!!". I quickly ran through my mind what my future held now that I had come to the realization that I possessed ridiculously monstrous hands; I'd become a shut in, add oven mitts to my daily wardrobe and try not to frighten small children with my hideous malformation.
Joe must have noticed the tears welling in my eyes as I stood motionless, staring at my gigantic ubber-mitts.
"Honey, they're little 6 oz. bottles."
WHAT?! Mini bottles? What the hell, Corona! 50% less calories because there's 50% less beer!!!! Party foul, my friend! Bad form, indeed.
So let the record show, I tried. I think I earn some points for at least buying LIGHT beer... so I've done my part, yeah?
Oh course, being that the bottles are so wee....
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Let us begin, shall we?