Karlene learns to plow (DBN)

We went on another wagon ride last weekend. I know…YAWN.

Same old shit, except for the old fashioned plowing activities.  K was so excited to plow her mules for the first time and she did damn well.

You can see it here and here.

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Karlene came home with these, and of course it made me giggle:

Couple weeks ago, a refrigerated truck turned over on the interstate.  It rocks to know the owner of a towing company.  We filled up the entire horse trailer with fresh vegetables, donated some to the zoo, and PACKED our fridge.

The freezer is even more stuffed.  However, I am fucking SICK of salad.

 

My little poster child

I mentioned our little rescue dog, Elvira, in the last post.  But I didn’t tell you that she was found abandoned in a ditch and looked like this after 2 weeks of treatment:

Lawd, she was UGLY.

Last week, she had a photo shoot to become the “poster child” for the rescue shelter.

That dress SO doesn’t represent her personality. She is hell on wheels and we adore her.

Bitch Face

My sister took this pic and emailed it to me, calling me “Bitch Face“.

What the hell is wrong with her?

A few of you asked, when I twatted this photo, if it was TLF.
No, it is his cousin. But here is recent pic of TLF:

Can you believe it ???

Also, this is our most recent rescue. We started out fostering her, but it looks like she has a home. Yes, that makes six dogs. We are the dog equivalent of “crazy cat ladies”.  Her name is Elvira and we think she is a Min-Pin/Chiguagua mix.

And once again, we are keeping those boys in the above pic for the weekend.  I suppose we are gluttons for punishment (and an extremely dirty house).

My grandmother was the BFS*…and she would have approved that message

There was one person on this earth who thought I could do no wrong. Well, she KNEW I was often wrong, but my grandmother always had my back no matter what.  Sadly, we lost her suddenly yesterday.

I inherited my inappropriate sense of humor from my Memama, so  I dug up some things that I’ve written about her in the past.  Celebrate her life with me by reading  just a sample of why I am who I am.

The time we embarrassed my mother on a tour of Bellingrath Gardens.

The time she described Britney’s perfume.

Just one of her typical comments.

The time she exposed a member of the Kay-Kay-Kay.

One of the many times she helped me out of a jam…no questions asked.

I could fill page after page of funny stories about her. Perhaps I’ll share some later, but I’m quite honestly wiped the hell out right now.  Those of you who pray, please say one for my mother. She’s having a tough time.  Thanks, friends.

* [definition of BFS here]

Oh my! Check out the vadge on that ham.

Many thanks to Shelly.

BTW, she says their BBQ rub is really good.  (I hope their sense of humor is too)

Amazing transformation of Sam

Some of you may remember that we rescued a couple horses a few years back. I doubt I posted pics though because they were so disturbing. (I’m too lazy to go back and look)

We chose Sam for TLF and sent him to a trainer and now is the GREATEST little horse.  Just look how far he’s come.

When we first got him, I wasn’t even sure he would live:

 

The next  one is from the vacation trip from hell, when Tammy-no-legs rescued me. (OMG, that still gives me shivers)  I think we’d had him about a year at this point.

And this is from the past weekend:

I can hardly believe it’s the same horse. He has the best temperament and makes a fantastic child’s horse. I’m so proud of this baby.

Yes, that is a rope attaching the back girth. We were in a pinch and there is nothing we can’t white trashify.

I taught TLF to clean and oil his saddle.
Not sure why he needed a gun. LOL