Bad Form, Storm!

My niece showed my Morgan horse, Storm, last weekend. She has shown my Arab, Mr. Dee, western for 5 years or so and now has switched to English with Storm. It's a whole new game but she's learned quickly... plus she's a great little rider.
Storm and Courtney did a great job! They're 2 for 2 with judges coming out and remarking that they make a great pair. It's true. They are both very focused, get the job done sort of personalities. Neither get rattled, or upset. And they're both smart with great work ethics. A good match indeed. So I was very proud when they earned Reserve Champion in their division!
And then I saw a major difference between the two....

Courtney accepted the honor graciously. She thanked the judge and her competitors.

While Storm on the other hand......



Bad form, Storm. Bad form indeed.

Update On the Baby-Mama-Drama

I finally got notice that the lady on Facebook, who happened to have the same name as my son's Birth Mother, accepted my plea for friend status! Yay. So last night I sent her a bumbling beat-around-the bush message. I mean, after all, what is the proper way to ask a complete stranger if they are your baby's Mama? So I decided to not ask her directly, but ask if she knew him and gave her his name and DOB.
Then I hit "send" and completely expected to wait another couple of months for a reply.
If I got a reply at all.
I was shocked this morning to have a message waiting for me. The amazing news is that she has the same name as his mother and she is in fact from Kyrgyzstan. This is what she wrote:

Hello, Mala!
I am sorry to disappoint you, but I don't have any idea who is this little boy. Any way, it's very nice to meet you. I hope you will find him.
At the moment I live in Malta, but very soon I am going back to Kyrgyzstan. If you want to ask me something else, do not hesitate, ask. Hopefully, I will be able to help you.
Take good care.
Best regards.
Jyldyza.

So it seems we have hit a dead end. But still, she sounds like a wonderfully sweet person and from all appearances, a good example of a fine young lady from Kyrgyzstan.

My Life with BonBons

If you ever want to see evil Mala make an appearance, utter this simple phrase; What did you do all day?
In less than a nanosecond my head will spin, my eyes become death rays, and I vomit green acidic substance while I claw your face off.
In other words, don't say that shit to me.
Dear ol' hubster took many a long years to figure this easy fact out.
I used to have a somewhat craptastic cubicle job selling equipment to TV stations before I gave birth to our daughter and we decided I would stay home and raise our child... oh and start and operate a horse farm, care for my niece daily, do the bookkeeping for my Father's trucking business, adopt our son, teach riding lessons, run a summer day camp and work out of the house as a wine consultant.
Ahhh the sweet life of a stay-at-home Mom; sitting on the couch all day, eating BonBons. So my husband thought. Almost daily he'd come home and his first words would be "what did you do all day?". I could have killed him... and I'm fairly certain no court of law would fault me for it.
Maybe it was that last cast iron fry pan I lobbed at his head, but he doesn't (dare) say that anymore.
No, now he's a bit more passive aggressive in his tactics.
Case in point: Today, amongst other things, I mowed, raked, weed-wacked and trimmed our lawn. No biggie, right? Well, right... but it's A LOT of lawn. Allow me to show you...

and....

don't forget around the barn....

and back by the garden...

And out front by the flower beds...

and up the driveway...

and that whole new area we just seeded by the boarder's parking lot...


You get the picture... lots of mowing, lots of wacking.
But I actually enjoy it because I think it looks really good after I'm done (you know, that sense of accomplishment... not like when I make dinner and everyone bitches and moans). Besides, if I don't do a great job, I'll have another chance in just SIX days when it all grows in again and looks all shaggy like we just up and abandoned the property.

Anyhoo, back to my point (you didn't think I had one, did ya! HA!), instead of coming home and ohhh'ing and ahhh'ing at my mad landscaping skillz, the hubs huffs and puffs, gets on his 'non-office, work clothes' and heads out to......

wait for it......

wait for it......

WEED WACK IN THE FREAKIN' DARK!!!!!!


I swear, for the sole purpose of being able to say, with truly exacerbated angst, he "finished the lawn"! What the..?!!!!

and this folks is why I drink!

I'm so proud....

I think I've arrived. When googling "tight jeans", right here on my little bloggy-boo, you will land. WOOT!

Seriously, I promise I'll get back to my real blog-duties soon.

Blame Samsmama

Damn if this song isn't stuck in my head now. So there's only one thing to do in this sort of situation, and that is to spread the love.
I LURVED this song back in the day! Catchy as hell.

I have the strongest urge to go You Tube some "Greatest American Hero" episodes now.

Craziness all up in here...

There be a full moon comin' on Sunday, but you could have fooled me cause I swear there's been a huge radioactive, madness-inducing full moon all up in here for a good week+. I won't get all into it right now because the urge to slit my wrists is too great and it's technically too early to crack open a bottle of wine. Which reminds me, my wine cellar is bare save for a few bottles of white that I've strategically drank around. GDMF!
And I swear it's not just me! Seems everyone I've talked to is suffering from the negative side-effects of the crazy pill (either themselves or consumed by those around them). Don't believe me? Look over there to the right, blog posts from my bloggy pals titled "WTF" FML" "Chopped and Screwed" "shoot me now" OK not really, I made that one up.. I was gonna use it for this post.
What. The. Hell.
Just seriously funked up deeds lately; certain members of my family getting hit by the wack-a-doo bus (or maybe they're driving it), my friend's son attempting suicide, my Beveroni's Dad, people at each other's throats, the lead singer of Cake yelling at us for 20 minutes because we couldn't identify a Tangerine tree! Seriously W. T. F.? And this is just the short list, but my blood pressure is making my temples throb so that's enough of that.
I've got plenty to be thankful for (yes, I keep repeating this in my head), good friends, awesome kids (oh yeah, by the way, it was Morgan's birthday last week. I would have blogged about the party...if I weren't neck high is freakin' BS drama), and I don't have a third arm growing out of my head... so I got that goin' for me. But I'm in a serious search for some good ol' fashion positive mojo. Or red wine.