tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7792811357047084312024-03-13T14:39:34.199-07:00 Mommy in SpursLil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.comBlogger140125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-20353555503488528382014-05-07T14:54:00.000-07:002014-05-07T14:54:15.275-07:00Good News. Ugh! It's only Wednesday! Oh well, the good news is I am going to the mountains this weekend. TLC The Hunter, his cousins, his cousins wife (who is one my best bud ever) The Hunters sister and all of our childrens are also going. We will be traveling to the lovely town (town is a strong word here) of Mineral, CA. It is just at the base of Mt. Lassen. The cousin's wife, (we'll call her Tam,) has a family cabin there. We haul our trailer up and park out side and every body else sleeps inside. It is a <em>tight</em> fit to be sure. We always have such a good time hiking and drinking and eating and drinking and shooting Beebe guns and drinking. After all that fun we usually have a fire in the pit, roast marshmallows and have a cocktail. <br />
The Hunter is a planner. Me not so much. This fact drives him insane. So in lieu of redirecting his insanity to mildly crazy, the gals of the family decided to make THE PLAN to go to the cabin for mothers day (and the 24th anniversary of cousin Cat's 25th birthday)<br />
Day one will start with us leaving early and heading to a fanTABulous restaurant called Granzella's for brunch. It's a super cute place with a country feel and a bunch of dead animals on the wall (right up The Hunters alley). Then we head up the road through Red Bluff, CA. (They have a great rodeo in case you were wondering) then up the side of the mountain. On day two we are going to Mill Creek. They have another charming diner and make super hamburgers and onion rings. (Hmm, does anyone else see a pattern here.) I am sure all the empty/spare time will be filled up with fishing and digging in the dirt. Sunday we will head home. Perhaps stopping at Mineral Lodge for Mothers day Breakfast. It's a good thing I belong to a gym. I am pretty sure this won't be a low calorie weekend.<br />
I will be sure to post some pictures of all our adventures. <br />
Totally of topic but more good news is The Hunter was accepted into the Operators Engineers (inspection division) apprenticeship program. This means he'll hopefully be back at work soon. Then we can all stop riding the crazy train around Nutsville.Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-40936938088084108382014-04-03T10:47:00.001-07:002014-04-03T10:47:25.491-07:00<span style="color: #999999;">My new favorite thing is the GYM. I know, I know. I just started back in and it's great! It's a chain called Fitness Evolution. It's super low cost and all the equipment is brand new. They have a cardio theater. That is where you go into a movie like theater (lights off and stuff) and watch a movie on the big screen while you work out. I was skeptical at first, but let me tell you it's awesome. Then they have the regular weight equipment, a whole circuit training area, classes, tanning and hydro massage tables. All this for under 15 bucks a month. Oh, and I can bring a guest every time. Needless to say I love it. I never have time on the weekends to work out with out The Littlest Cowboy so I go on my lunch. It really is a pick me up for the middle of the day. I strongly advise anyone who sits at a desk to get up and at least walk in the middle of the day. It makes such a difference. </span>Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-43136142564486184742014-03-26T09:36:00.000-07:002014-03-26T09:37:11.150-07:00I am back!<span style="color: cyan; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"></span><br />
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<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia;">Wow! What the hell happened? I feel like I just blogged. (nope that would have been two years ago) So much has happened. First off I got a J.O.B. The Hunters back got so bad a little over a year ago that he was hospitalized twice! His disc between L-5, S-1 is pretty much gone. So he has officially retired from the sheet metal trade. He is, however, feeling pretty awesome these days and is looking for a "low impact" type job. So since he wasn't working we decided I should go back to work. (That whole no money thing really sucks) I first got a job working with Mom at Michaans Auctions. I loved it except that it was an hour commute both ways. Thankfully one of my pals is President of a construction company right in my own little town 12 min from home and offered me a job working the front desk. SOLD! </span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia;"> The littlest Cowboy. (who by the way is not so little anymore) started Kindergarten last August. He is brilliant. His first report card was exceptional. The only negative comments that his sweet little teacher (she is only 22) left is that he talks too much. Dang, I was really hoping that skipped a generation. No such luck. </span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia;">My giant pony is still doing pretty good. I have been riding quite a bit lately. Vaquero Girl (A.K.A Mom ) suggested I try Ranch Pleasure. I kinda balked at first but after letting in germinate for a bit and reading the rules it's sounding like a better idea. </span><br />
<span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: Georgia;">I have gotten back into the gym and running on my lunch hours. I tell you trying to fit in being an awesome mom, a healthy person a dedicated horseperson and a good wife into one day is tough.</span><span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Georgia;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;"> I plan on being around the old blogger page a little more.</span> </span>Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-6186509351763235822012-10-14T15:29:00.001-07:002012-10-14T15:29:58.625-07:00Did I tell you about the rattle snake?So a couple weeks ago TLC came downstairs while I was doing some laundry and announced there was a snake on the porch. I said No there isn't. He said Yes Mamma! There is. I asked him if he was jokin me. He said no. Ok says I. I was thinkin it was probably just a lost gopher snake. We have lots around the house. I stuck my head out the screen door and there, poking out from behind the dog boxes was a little dimond shaped head. EEEK! Everybody in the darn house. Hmm. Now what. The snake was between me and a shovel. So I did what anyone would have done (after deciding that shooting it on the porch might not be such a good idea) I called Papa M. He just lives one door up. I told him to bring a shovel. It was pretty funny watching him try and kill it. He's kinda afraid of snakes. I almost felt bad for the snake. We are pretty lucky around here. The snakes are very docile. This little snake didn't even rattle till we chopped his head off. Sorry little snake. If you come I my porch, you gonna die. Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-33272729631056782232012-10-12T14:32:00.000-07:002012-10-12T14:32:03.362-07:00Sickness and in healthSo lots of stuff has been going on lately. The biggest is the disability of The Hunter. Who, by the way, I have also started referring to as "The Honey Badger". About 3 weeks ago he started having some back pain flare up. Not really surprising. This usually happens if he works solid for over a year. (He is in the HVAC business) He took a week of work. Not better. Then his Chiropractor put him on disability. Not better. Then his back spasms escalated to the point he had to be hospitalized. Of course that happened while I was at my sisters wedding in Tahoe. I raced home to find him admitted to the hospital, where he (and I) spent the next two days. We brought him and a hospital bed home. Along with all the other fun little things you need when you can't walk. A walker, bedside camode. You get the idea. Just when I thought things might be getting better, Whamo! Another ambulance ride back to the hospital. People let me tell you, I have seen some folks in pain. I have seen women push large babies out of their vaginas. This made everything else look like a tickle. First I thought he was going to pass out. Then I thought he was going to break his teeth he was gritting them so hard. When the medics came they gave him some morphine (on top of the pain killers and muscle relaxers he was already on). It didn't even touch the pain. That all happened on Monday night. We had only been home for 6 days. They let us (kicked us) out of the hostpital on Thursday. Now I am Nurse Lil Momma again. I remember that whole, for better or worse, sickness and health thing. I just thought I would have more time before that ticket got cashed in.<br />
I don't know which is worse. Being in pain, or watching someone you love in pain and not being able to help.Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-89541432901161898052012-07-18T17:49:00.002-07:002012-07-18T17:49:31.102-07:00How bout a little update<br />
So I have been purty busy these days. At least that's how it feels. TLC finaly started pre-school and loves it! He just had his forth b-day and is already riding on two wheels! I am so stinkin proud of that kid. Now if I could just get him to leave that darn dog alone for 5 freakin minutes, we'd be in business. I haven't killed the Hunter yet or lit him on fire with white gas, so I got that goin for us. It's July so he's about to start huntin pretty soon. He got drawn (huntin talk for picked) for a an awesome deer/elk hunt in Nevada. Killen stuff always makes him happy.<br />
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Last week my BF, my friend Mrs. M and I took the kids to Columbia CA. It's an old mining town that was turned into a State park in the 30's. It was pretty awesome (even if it was 105degrees outside). The kids got to do a little gold panning, old timey bowling, candle dipping and we all rode the stagecoach (surprisingly enough it was my first time in a coach).<br />
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Here is TLC doing some gold panning.<br />
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All the kids at the Wells Fargo Staging area.<br />
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My BF getting ready to board. That's Mrs M in the window.<br />
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Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-70202993962426963122012-02-18T06:41:00.000-08:002012-02-18T06:41:20.140-08:00Group lesson<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Today I have a group lesson with some friends of mine. I feel like I should be excited. I am to a point. However, I feel like there are other things I should be spending my money on. I also get nervous the night before I trailer my horse <em>anywhere</em>. I always have horrible macabre thoughts about all the things that could go wrong. So of course I didn't sleep well at all. I feel queasy from the time the horse go's into the trailer till the horse come out of the trailer. Jeez! Sometimes I am such a "glass is half empty girl". It doesn't help that all of a sudden my darling Bar Hoppin Bob who has hardly in the 12 years since I have owned him pulled back has decided that he is now going to try it. He's so freakin big he barley sits on the rope and pops the clips. I don't know if he's going goofy in his old age or what? I am trying really hard not to dwell on that one. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia;">Oh well. Hopefully I'll get some pictures for you from today. Then everyone can see Vaquero Girls new cute pony. I really like him but I worry he's not to bright. When we brought him home and put him in his new pen, he hit the hot wire about 5 times in 3 minutes. I have personally seen him hit it since then just nosing around the paddock. He's kinda like a super model. Pretty but I don't know if there is a lot goin on up stairs. He seems to be pickin up what mom asks him pretty easy though. So maybe I am wrong. </span>Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-21384358565137813162012-01-26T07:52:00.000-08:002012-01-26T15:37:33.280-08:00Crazy bitch neighbor and one angry hunterSo for those of you who don't know, I have two adorable little Heelers. (Patsy Cline and Loretta Lynn pictured at the bottom of my blog home page). Any one who has heelers knows they tend to bark a little. Mine do but not to the point I think is totally obnoxious. The Hunter will tend to disagree a little with that. I think he would be happy with a mute dog. A while back we put up an 8 foot privacy fence because we live so close to a VERY busy road. Unbelievably this made the dogs bark more because they can't see whats on the other side. So they bark when the neighbors pick up the mail or at the mailman, ups man, weirdos walking down the street, etc. Well yesterday I was downstairs doing laundry when I hear barking, no biggie I think. Then I hear yelling so I run like mad up stairs and out side to find the neighbor. So I very pleasantly say Hi Kathleen what's up don't worry the dogs are all bark. She (obviously drunk at 3 in the afternoon) says (and very rudely I might add) "I just can't take your dogs barking all day. You need to beat the shit out of them. <br />
Well this just throws me for a loop I tell ya. Before I met the Hunter she got all pissy with him and threatened to sue and what not, She even went so far as to slash tires, break windshield and (we never proved it but) poison his dog so he ended up having his dog de-barked. Well we had liked her husband who died about 5 years ago, after which The Hunter has helped her out immensely. So now all of a sudden she starts freakin out about the dogs again! Mind you this women lives in a house at least 200 yards away with double pained windows. The only time she hears my dogs at all is when she has to get her mail or stop to open her gate. <br />
Well I very calmly talk to her and tell her I'll try and keep them quite. I turn around to go back in the house and see a big rock out of place. TLC I say. Did you put that rock there? No says he. That lady threw it at the dogs. OH SHIT says I.<br />
Well when The Hunter gets home TLC tells him the crazy lady threw a rock at the dogs and so I explain. MY SHITTY HUSBAND blames me! Can you freakin believe that? It's apparently my fault the dogs bark. Instead of freaking out on him for being such a douche bag I just went and rode my horse. When I got back. I explain a little more of what happened. He's still grumpy so I went up to my cousins house. While I am up there he calls and says that I should stay for a while because the cops are on their way over and that the crazy neighbor is out in front of our house making an ass of herself. (This is basically his way of saying he's sorry and I am not the one at fault here) Well I guess he had called over to talk to her. When she didn't pick up he went over. No answer even though her truck was there. When he gets back to the house there is a message from her on the phone crying to me how sorry she is blah blah blah. Well then he hears screaming out side. It's her screaming at him about his message on her machine. So he calls the cops. The cop comes over and basically tells her not to be crazy and not to come on our property that she is lucky she doesn't live in town because the dogs in his neighborhood bark all damn day and there is like 15 of em. Legally there is nothing she can do. <br />
Now I am just a little nervous about leaving my dogs home alone. <br />
Other then that it was a nice day.Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-19656295797864260782012-01-15T16:15:00.000-08:002012-01-15T17:01:56.094-08:00Trip to the Kings Canyon Sequoia National Park.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLaDEQs3uiciaEsOg1ttqLCe33cE-NyMgW5Y3cz_-H097ftj0hR-X2PJ1DY-9IRJrxL-xUqO6TY7dWVScWQbydltYVVmeZ9foKiwy_Sw4PbhOO_mK81-bj53Si8RqnDtoj3xzvp-2V5wT_/s1600/sequoia%2527s+022.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698028566645882946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLaDEQs3uiciaEsOg1ttqLCe33cE-NyMgW5Y3cz_-H097ftj0hR-X2PJ1DY-9IRJrxL-xUqO6TY7dWVScWQbydltYVVmeZ9foKiwy_Sw4PbhOO_mK81-bj53Si8RqnDtoj3xzvp-2V5wT_/s320/sequoia%2527s+022.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">So we decided we would try and take a family trip. This is the first time it's been, The Hunter, TLC and Me and know one else. (usually we have a buffer) It was awesome. We drove down to the Kings Canyon/Sequoia National Forrest. It was unbelievable. The trees are so big it's more then awe inspiring. I could have spent a week there just hiking and looking around. The really amazing part is that the park is usually closed at this time of the year because of snow. Well we are having a very dry winter and they opened it up for the weekend. The weather was beautiful. This forest is home to the General Sherman tree as well as the General Grant tree. </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698022978425037986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVmxSuLrGcrhF8PRwX3Qe1HTaYv6teallDK6UKVhftE9-BlgJweoMxj_g7d_j5Kh8YstIP_8C06ZCm6up2Ann0iKKQlk69GjP4XatMDtcgVY3mr_XjBh3dyJj0b-Mw_Y4q3Gjfu1nl9FXR/s320/Grants+tree+028.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">Me and TLC in front of the General Grant.<br /><br /></p><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698027234252715378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0lAORVOo_ADmgQE9mfs4AST-dCWrImHqLv8PqIjU5tLlLYZuJED2NT0C9LFzdo4Pfq-gRl4qxQ-3x8aAeZSY5t5O49LHxjuw9UGH_IXoan8GRoWib3MICqhr2hHhJlqzqVx-9-uh2poDQ/s320/Jeff+at+bottom+of+gen+sherman+2012+%252810%2529.JPG" />This is The Hunter at the base of The General Sherman Tree.You can get an idea of how big it is.<br />It's said to have the greatest volume of any tree in the world.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div>The park is also home to Morrow rock and Mt Whitney. (The largest Mountain in the lower 48)</div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698024184332410898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipMX7vouFOyjdItcucNkqrZRxgJdLh3pzqOsaWuGcFQsIrqynai1QzXDPKD1_JACx8q39z5a-X5i6xO_EzmXUJE__OEeYeU0t1WCHckcx88GwqUdZ-4T0JXyvPPRmeF3DNoXoYZePgd0If/s320/top+of+moro+%25284%2529.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center">This is TLC and The Hunter at the Top Of Morrow Rock. TLC climbed the over 400 stairs by himself. I was so proud.<br /><br /></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>While we were in the Grant Grove we had a couple (sounded like from the east coast some where) come up to us and ask us they could ask us a question. It go's a little somethin like this.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Man: " Excuse me, do you know, is there any redwoods in this forest"?</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The Hunter and I look at each other. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Me: " Yes the Giant Sequoias are redwoods." </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Man: "well aren't there other ones"?</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The Hunter: "Yes, there are two types, the Giant Sequoia and the Coastal Redwood".</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Man: "Yeah, so are there any here"? </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Us: "yes the Giant Sequoias" </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Man: " What's the difference"?</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The Hunter: " Well the Giant Sequoias are giant and the Coastal get taller but not as big around and live closer to the CA coast".</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Man:" Well what about that tree" </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The Hunter: "That is a Ponderosa Pine" </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Man: " How can you tell the difference"?</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Me: " Well there are a couple ways, the needles are different, the bark of the red wood is "softer" and the Pine trees have a hard bark". </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Man: Ok so there's no red woods. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Us: "No coastal Redwoods".</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Man's wife: " I told you, I told you. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The Hunter and I walked back to the car and just laughed our butts off.</div>Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-31864002155437085542011-11-15T11:30:00.001-08:002011-11-15T11:35:13.246-08:00Colorado down three deer.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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His cohorts also bagged a buck each. Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-42351936664444800762011-11-12T08:19:00.000-08:002011-11-12T08:27:09.989-08:00I love you and I am a lucky girl<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCP8cA5HbC8lvUQOl9j-ozBzLjcVVLSrnxwgYd-jyujw40Z_dwP1RxlIeKlkeYNBaYsHLsHp72y71LSfU09nzK2X5-ZTm4m6NlzdcFWn9q__3OPzPwvUW1f5O3xtCUsHif3EQdkKvGsNv/s1600/harvestfestival2011+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674145897779067778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCP8cA5HbC8lvUQOl9j-ozBzLjcVVLSrnxwgYd-jyujw40Z_dwP1RxlIeKlkeYNBaYsHLsHp72y71LSfU09nzK2X5-ZTm4m6NlzdcFWn9q__3OPzPwvUW1f5O3xtCUsHif3EQdkKvGsNv/s320/harvestfestival2011+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a> Vaquero Girl and TLC at the Harvest Festival</div><br /><div align="center">(Some of those pumpkins weighed more then my horse)<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_q_gteTp6hIkHvGjDu_5Zwng6bVy9oVuTsEplOZB5K3a3640atfBwJQJMSVAgrJq_nx3Ikut0l95_eWsvvXoNgSGshyBq7v63SrzfOb84Oj82-0efyJTi0UluKXDAJjx56ETtlufW64Yz/s1600/harvestfestival2011+%252810%2529.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674145763297571698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_q_gteTp6hIkHvGjDu_5Zwng6bVy9oVuTsEplOZB5K3a3640atfBwJQJMSVAgrJq_nx3Ikut0l95_eWsvvXoNgSGshyBq7v63SrzfOb84Oj82-0efyJTi0UluKXDAJjx56ETtlufW64Yz/s320/harvestfestival2011+%252810%2529.JPG" /></a> Cute, ain't she?<br /><br /><br />So when I was a little kid and not happy about something my darling ma wanted me to do, She would make me say "I love you and I am a lucky girl". Well I happen to have figured out that, that statement is true! I have the best mom, and grandma ever! I had a jewelry show last night and The Hunter is out of town so my mom and (my grandma) came and sat with TLC even though she worked all day. Thanks mom. Your the best! I love you all the way to Arizona.<br /></div></div>Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-19545189017305394772011-11-08T07:53:00.000-08:002011-11-08T08:03:47.450-08:00Halloween<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0secq1O6pGAL-QB2_8k-vBXELkX84-JlFrVc0MftEKhzTDSxNxxzbAJA-MCdyBi6SKKwyIPIF01mnWmHVgan7bFg8ek8mxhVrAbCZOyPp34qG0MbLsq-4O1t4Pa8FNodQs5sSUyXPv2zn/s1600/IMG_0008.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672655401295831650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0secq1O6pGAL-QB2_8k-vBXELkX84-JlFrVc0MftEKhzTDSxNxxzbAJA-MCdyBi6SKKwyIPIF01mnWmHVgan7bFg8ek8mxhVrAbCZOyPp34qG0MbLsq-4O1t4Pa8FNodQs5sSUyXPv2zn/s320/IMG_0008.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcs3uaVSDsHMe6eqMXbKuwOAkc8BDxgmKNfn1zcX1eJsRKt3Llp-2c3I6pYhBSO8EtUl8Sx_xox8tUucyRu0gi5ET439Fm3CyxXb3A06UTmiP1LdoTeofayc1ltBkAmyZ6D0lGuVmBM3AK/s1600/320097_1893713441661_1806300813_1306035_1807953231_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672655393022363666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcs3uaVSDsHMe6eqMXbKuwOAkc8BDxgmKNfn1zcX1eJsRKt3Llp-2c3I6pYhBSO8EtUl8Sx_xox8tUucyRu0gi5ET439Fm3CyxXb3A06UTmiP1LdoTeofayc1ltBkAmyZ6D0lGuVmBM3AK/s320/320097_1893713441661_1806300813_1306035_1807953231_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672654876265246770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8hDZDc2W1s40crzRnY31SfVmkiAm7S-3oXKpenbvfIQb_54y6ciRcBmAqGL29P5-42sYD1QhVtHMtwrr4-mK3VI7_lPYnosA4fN2szP2h6H-mkX06ctWKS2xBc7zj7aeZu2FOPXoj0Zc0/s320/IMAG0130.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672655389467820114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVVX25pb5Ww13kEzqY2G0K1SFk7qMBOVnVp58ojFimDbPnlI_GpAXUKySsvvqvbr_m0R0D_C-ozYKn3aDFZ_qQHe0GcvW_6qXnr-hqO9UFFS5tWARn1yg6nQrmBCbV8mysKpnjh4akB7ae/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" /> <br /><div>Since I totally suck and it's been a couple weeks since I thought now would be a good time to show you all TLC's Halloween picture. He had such a good time. He went a ghost this year. It's actually not as easy a costume to come up with as one would think. At least with out making him look like a klan member. I think we did ok. Although someone told me they thought he looked like a sperm. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS0Pck4JpNer9IwIhrZT6mWsddBje67v6SxQCTsjCzveRK3eeNTZAD8HeG62t-EhEe6Y1c3cDEXks5k1m1uErTiA2WWU7ad5oSA6JDpHSpQ0AIbGI1epmcqdXwkx3HbQ-rKYU5u6DcLi0R/s1600/IMG_0010.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672654758504596258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS0Pck4JpNer9IwIhrZT6mWsddBje67v6SxQCTsjCzveRK3eeNTZAD8HeG62t-EhEe6Y1c3cDEXks5k1m1uErTiA2WWU7ad5oSA6JDpHSpQ0AIbGI1epmcqdXwkx3HbQ-rKYU5u6DcLi0R/s320/IMG_0010.JPG" /></a> <br /><div>I also thought you might like to see our pumpkins. Usually my sister is the queen pumpkin carver (she did a ghost this year) but I think I won the title of queen this time. (I did the owl) And TLC did the spider.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div></div></div></div>Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-32402061347697473072011-10-16T19:25:00.000-07:002011-10-16T19:33:11.487-07:00DirtySo I we had a pretty good weekend. Yesterday we (Vaquero Girl the Martinez Horsemen and me) went to the Grand National Rodeo in San Fransisco. It was one of my favorite things to do as a kid. It has gotten so small over the last several years. There was hardly any vendors. We had a good time any way. Then today I took TLC up to his cousins house for a birthday party. He love playing with the boys. He's only 3 but his cousin just turned 5 and his other cousin is 7. You can imagine his delight. Those boys played so hard I had to change his clothes once. I swear that kid could find a mud puddle in The Horseshoeing Housewife's yard. By the time we got home he was caked again. I will actually have to wash the tub tomorrow because he was so gross. Boys are awesome! Well tomorrow is Monday. I hope you all survive.Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-49909402315557374102011-10-09T13:30:00.000-07:002011-10-09T13:30:29.493-07:00Back from the wildSo TLC and I made the 5 hour trip up to Adin, CA to see the Hunter while he was hunting. He had already "harvested" his deer. It was a whopper! Even the game warden was impressed. All the folks in Adin (which really isn't many) were in awe. He kinda became famous there for a couple days. As you can imagine this made him vera happy. I knew it was probably going to be cold. I was right! It snowed on us. I HATE THE SNOW!! Next time we go camping I want to go somewhere like.....Hawaii or Death Valley. Preferably Hawaii. Anywhere not snowing. TLC had a great time though. He got to fish with his dad and do a little hiking. The Hunter even let him drive the Rhino. All in all I guess it could have been worse. <br />
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Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-57395513664325874432011-10-02T19:21:00.000-07:002011-10-02T19:32:18.039-07:00Here I is!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0i_0jmTwN8Z7fbxASKVWl6R1AcCohXnUvKYF6_jmw0hPLyW_RFbcHBtGoXflf60ntoNZk1FsWfsdq1VqDocfy7UfbyIcPU6HcWQNr27LuRqK-CVqWU5Kub8Ywb02K4E-eAZGdWgWCdYm2/s1600/P1110366.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0i_0jmTwN8Z7fbxASKVWl6R1AcCohXnUvKYF6_jmw0hPLyW_RFbcHBtGoXflf60ntoNZk1FsWfsdq1VqDocfy7UfbyIcPU6HcWQNr27LuRqK-CVqWU5Kub8Ywb02K4E-eAZGdWgWCdYm2/s320/P1110366.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659087970961075938" /></a> <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCjM4zNRzgMLZIkVPwzTThhplqSfvcCyxEjKSodsg05S6Ih_qwqDVOOqiejm-A9grlWSihj0wD5oRDDU5olryMdLOTlo6UIyHhX2G66o0Rzt_8hYGe3_OdDo6gYrtACymQAo-euxMjSG9G/s1600/jrwithwhip.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCjM4zNRzgMLZIkVPwzTThhplqSfvcCyxEjKSodsg05S6Ih_qwqDVOOqiejm-A9grlWSihj0wD5oRDDU5olryMdLOTlo6UIyHhX2G66o0Rzt_8hYGe3_OdDo6gYrtACymQAo-euxMjSG9G/s320/jrwithwhip.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659087518082376722" /></a><br />Surprise!! I am back. I went a little AWOL for a while but thought I'd check in a see how everybody was doing. (As if you couldn't possibly live another day without knowing where and what I am doing).<br />Well since we last saw each other I have started up a little business for myself selling Premier Jewelry. I am sure many of you have heard of it. I really like it. It gets me out of the house and I get to earn a little cash. Bob was lame but then he wasn't (I know, shocking) He now just HAS to have his glucosamine cookie every day and I also put him in pads. That really helped. I took him to a show in Aug and he didn't even stock up. That was a first. TLC is getting big, big, big. He's actually wanting to ride the horse. He's funny though because he doesn't want to ride with me he wants to do it himself. The Hunter is out of town on a..., you guessed it, hunting trip. He called me last night to tell me he shot and enormous buck (32inch 4x5 for all you who speak the lingo) He said it was a dream buck and it just about killed him packing the bloody thing out. This is really something because the Hunter is in uber marathon shape. TLC and I will drive north later in the week to see him and camp for a couple days. Any way that's about it. xxoo till next time.Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-64632028597935832542011-03-28T18:58:00.000-07:002011-03-29T18:58:19.864-07:00We all survivedWell we did it. We went to the wettest show ever and didn't drown. It rained so flippen hard that they changed the show to a split combined. Meaning, instead of showing for three days, I only showed two and on one of those days was double judged. Of course they double judged me on the first day I showed. Bob did ok. We won a buckle. I would post pictures but I had a HUGE zit on my chin and refused to be photographed. I did also get a new (slightly used) show jacket and shirt which I will be working off later at the ranch or Denisarita. Check her out she is not only funny but cute too. And I like her horse. All in all not the worst show I have ever gone to but very, very soggyLil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-92043502464088490922011-03-15T20:06:00.000-07:002011-03-15T20:11:52.773-07:00One of these days....Pow! Right to the moonSo I know not all of you know me personally.(unfortunately) But I do not lead what you would call a "blissful" life. The Hunter is a pain in my ass at least 91% of the time. The last couple of days I would really like to shoot him. The thought occurred to me today, if he were a horse I would have to sell him. I mean, He's good lookin, and a hard worker, but his attitude stinks! (I am being kind here). He might be the down right most unpleasant man on the earth. He has a couple redeeming factors. All of which were out weighed today by his sheer obnoxiousness! There really wasn't even a fight today. He just walks around the house in a grumpy mood. Cussing at inanimate objects. Huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf. He is lucky he married such an easy going gal. (who like to drink and has a lot of friends she can visit) If things don't change I will have to find a husband number two!Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-37877986210292465562011-03-08T08:58:00.000-08:002011-03-08T09:05:58.433-08:00The AquariumOne of my favorite things about being a stay at home mom is that I get to take my little cowboy to do fun stuff in the middle of the week when every body else is at work. Our last field trip was to the Monterey Bay Aquarium. We have been before but it NEVER gets old. The sea horse and Jelly fish exhibit are totally worth the drive (two hours) and the admission. <br />The very best sister in the whole world went with me too. What more could you ask for? Oh, did you say shopping on Canary Row. Well yes of course we did that too. And no we did not forget to stop at the candy store and pick up some salt water taffy. Mmmm.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlHqqikadelPVf9MLh_j0sFUHJWiyZJ40lPZFKh4_wUoSx1q5Q_y6UPdfEntSZiJHAtfJgaz93QQPBnP5n4muC36Xd307f7xH85M_DCMvsUipXNW-crWKrCDuiqWaKqOEd2x4nmXnzM8uL/s1600/jraquarium2011+%252815%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlHqqikadelPVf9MLh_j0sFUHJWiyZJ40lPZFKh4_wUoSx1q5Q_y6UPdfEntSZiJHAtfJgaz93QQPBnP5n4muC36Xd307f7xH85M_DCMvsUipXNW-crWKrCDuiqWaKqOEd2x4nmXnzM8uL/s320/jraquarium2011+%252815%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581756207550305074" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheAK1i0BPNDa7I9P8cU4c-zZo1WS3k-DiTz9GbbMpGkGCzAy6j2kZr-HUWWqjjyJX4JxTVvlsQBTgoizj3gxNgjuHSVem0nY7UVHr9TWfdjjgbvOTgJiYY9t_ZNGuVyGNBlUP9zvA_fyh6/s1600/jraquarium2011+%252830%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheAK1i0BPNDa7I9P8cU4c-zZo1WS3k-DiTz9GbbMpGkGCzAy6j2kZr-HUWWqjjyJX4JxTVvlsQBTgoizj3gxNgjuHSVem0nY7UVHr9TWfdjjgbvOTgJiYY9t_ZNGuVyGNBlUP9zvA_fyh6/s320/jraquarium2011+%252830%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581756200707032994" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0yo3lwksepFbK2BQq5UKJZWnfPWaTtSZx2XCAy5XVVwlK4RdKgOlxixuQJq3n6IihnOv8z-SVfmSVy8MT2MPU0yB_Q7SPEfZC3p65F3m8U6NGRMweJYwCM65qRLuYs1DFJ76fZiXP_H4/s1600/jraquarium2011+%25284%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi0yo3lwksepFbK2BQq5UKJZWnfPWaTtSZx2XCAy5XVVwlK4RdKgOlxixuQJq3n6IihnOv8z-SVfmSVy8MT2MPU0yB_Q7SPEfZC3p65F3m8U6NGRMweJYwCM65qRLuYs1DFJ76fZiXP_H4/s320/jraquarium2011+%25284%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581756188518541666" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiEl6VFzJV0yTyOH2jw4R3XE-XtzJ-zV3d0ROG9UVPrAQL2o241VD6p8hpfx_g7dvTTUuHq4NocrOdDyMbqRqOyGx6Tg0yZM4CfiNZKIyl0A3uHKNkx6DZBFat3ZlOPBW7FjdEcLNB0z6F/s1600/jraquarium2011+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiEl6VFzJV0yTyOH2jw4R3XE-XtzJ-zV3d0ROG9UVPrAQL2o241VD6p8hpfx_g7dvTTUuHq4NocrOdDyMbqRqOyGx6Tg0yZM4CfiNZKIyl0A3uHKNkx6DZBFat3ZlOPBW7FjdEcLNB0z6F/s320/jraquarium2011+%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581756183781751698" /></a>Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-29637144332078716692011-02-02T07:59:00.000-08:002011-02-02T08:09:39.919-08:00The internal struggleThere are days when I feel like May West and Betty Crocker are fighting to see who gets to influence me that day. I really can't say who I like the best. I think May West is way more fun, but, Betty Crocker is more responsible and makes good decisions. <br />Some days it wears on me more then others. <br />The Hunter crunched some numbers (always scary) and decided that we should sell my truck. We already have one and trying to keep two large trucks full of diesel is very expensive. Just to fill up one truck he has to work 5 hours. YIKES! So we are selling the newer of the two trucks. Then buying a family car. Ouch. Well it could be worse. It could be a mini van. Yuck. (No offence if you drive one)Then with the extra money we are going to buy a rental property. <br />The May West side of me is shrieking and screaming and beating her fists on the ground in a full blown fall down tantrum. The Betty Crocker side full heatedly agrees with the Hunter and commends him on his smart thinking a rationality.<br />Clearly, Betty won this round. I think May West needs a trip to Reno.Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-7828033816918792182011-01-21T13:41:00.000-08:002011-01-21T14:00:41.669-08:00The Redeemer<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjyH-GFpTtJUPWRze_9000lGyf8rdq_4fCvv-5oCeSyoViKHkxw1IoPk06G9LilQFhxq07wU9l31J70Shq5rSg2rGypWxp0A3-q9XP2bphKe_8Y7pM5wRQ0vTtFkm9Q2YhTQ3zgyGE87Nm/s1600/beach2011+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjyH-GFpTtJUPWRze_9000lGyf8rdq_4fCvv-5oCeSyoViKHkxw1IoPk06G9LilQFhxq07wU9l31J70Shq5rSg2rGypWxp0A3-q9XP2bphKe_8Y7pM5wRQ0vTtFkm9Q2YhTQ3zgyGE87Nm/s320/beach2011+%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564761998752649394" /></a><br />This is Miss, S,K,G and T I was takin the picture and Miss A is not a morning person.<br />So my very good friend has a little house on the coast in Aptos. I have blogged about it before. We had decided to do a girl trip again. Well the week before we were set to leave her garage caught fire. YIKES. They now have to move out of their house for about three months. Well her fabulous husband said to go ahead to the beach anyway. What better way to feel better then a weekend at the beach. <br />The day we left was great. No traffic, perfect weather. It was about 70 degrees when we got there. My kind of vacation. That night we went to a little Mexican restaurant around the corner. It's great because we can walk. Well before we left, one of the girls (not one of the regular crew) had a couple drinks. No biggie, then at the restaurant before we sat down she had a couple more. Then the bartender decided he liked her and started sending shots of tequila to her. YIKES!! RED FLAGS!! She just kept on takin them. By the time we left the restaurant she was plowed. Well I have seen her drunk and so had one of the other girls in the group. The others had no idea what was in store. We got her home. Then she started in on a rant, verbally attacking one of the other girls. (there were 6 of us in all) Well poor little Miss S has never seen anybody this drunk and on top of it is very sensitive. In the middle of the drunkin rant With me and Miss A trying to get Miss T to just go to bed the power go's out. Great. I go out side to see if I can fix it. I am really the only one who even has a clue about this stuff. (Thanks Hunter) I get it back on and an hour later it go's off again. This time I can't get it back on. Miss T is still on a drunkin rant. I sent Miss S, G and K off to hide in the bedroom since they were the targets of the rant. Finally Miss A and I get Miss T off to bed. The next day was beautiful if not a little awkward. I got up and went for a run along the beach. Then we went to down town Capitola for a little shopping and lunch. By the time we got back the electricity was fixed. Turns out it was the line from the house to the pole. Any way. We had a great homemade spaghetti dinner and Miss G's 85 year old aunt came over. We call her Aunt Fairy or Fairy Godmother. She drives a sports car with a license plate frame that says "sexy ol' lady from Aptos" I have decided I want to be just like her when I am 85. She still plays tennis three times a week. <br />On Sunday we walked along the beach had a latte and walked back. When we got in the Van to leave the damned battery was dead. The neighbor was nice enough to charge it for us while we went down and had some pizza. It's a great thing that everything is within walking distance. <br />All and all It took the bad taste from the snow trip out of my mouth. That's right I would rather deal with a nasty drunk then go to the snow. <br />I can't wait to go again but I don't think we will inviting Miss T.Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-65305974127533450142011-01-13T19:02:00.000-08:002011-01-13T19:27:05.679-08:00New year disaster.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir6UziOSSlv_d_d-alljmdpP5akfJeG4h9sU20VxnGki6CPz7hd8jxuAa9VjVTGQYbqho3kh_km4VA3vT7adcXiKPxt-vgwjrGsoZXAYTbuKYpvVQPbpE5IpGmvcbp9DcalHW9LSPO-7Pn/s1600/snowtrip1.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir6UziOSSlv_d_d-alljmdpP5akfJeG4h9sU20VxnGki6CPz7hd8jxuAa9VjVTGQYbqho3kh_km4VA3vT7adcXiKPxt-vgwjrGsoZXAYTbuKYpvVQPbpE5IpGmvcbp9DcalHW9LSPO-7Pn/s320/snowtrip1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561877856641476754" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5CgnL_S0Nb0hce5gHbvkilb5ADrhKOZwfc7fBa2_B5loqEcuKIi28joZ-6aC_EmN7yD0vdJsQw3xrS5cTar7zxR5Pdnzj12EVvZw1XRm9ywSUyKj4Sfzb-PMdzDVOLuf6gpBlgJBkWQEs/s1600/snowtrip1+%25283%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5CgnL_S0Nb0hce5gHbvkilb5ADrhKOZwfc7fBa2_B5loqEcuKIi28joZ-6aC_EmN7yD0vdJsQw3xrS5cTar7zxR5Pdnzj12EVvZw1XRm9ywSUyKj4Sfzb-PMdzDVOLuf6gpBlgJBkWQEs/s320/snowtrip1+%25283%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561877850811225586" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCPoS3iP4a7cMJSOhIfuGvwPnGBGtBpTcAN733gT_A2HPPHEaifePtqiM32bPtLA9wN_Mt6Uw5HCEEmoXoUY8R-3mtzk_y7q_KTRILXayDSqkFeaj7nCl3h3XyqzPmU4dIpLIo_7KTT4Q/s1600/snowtrip1+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuCPoS3iP4a7cMJSOhIfuGvwPnGBGtBpTcAN733gT_A2HPPHEaifePtqiM32bPtLA9wN_Mt6Uw5HCEEmoXoUY8R-3mtzk_y7q_KTRILXayDSqkFeaj7nCl3h3XyqzPmU4dIpLIo_7KTT4Q/s320/snowtrip1+%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561877840511371954" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuI4KwLoLUBt-P1sdRWk5_ZYJr3hf5CvXT3H6uM7hGdHXKyif1RlXdKN5VtdcKhyeAOidJbZOMGQZKmjGDi-Ce2JGM8LmwxyLjTVcBOl6MIO6-r5i8mOSByYHBa7k9TPZwogeetV1ZirWZ/s1600/snowtrip1+%25281%2529.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuI4KwLoLUBt-P1sdRWk5_ZYJr3hf5CvXT3H6uM7hGdHXKyif1RlXdKN5VtdcKhyeAOidJbZOMGQZKmjGDi-Ce2JGM8LmwxyLjTVcBOl6MIO6-r5i8mOSByYHBa7k9TPZwogeetV1ZirWZ/s320/snowtrip1+%25281%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561877837518938978" /></a><br />So for those of you who don't know I do not like the cold or the snow, or rain or mud. I love being from California. I would also not mind living on the face of the sun. I love heat and dry and flat. I also love the beach.<br />The Hunter's cousin has a cabin in Mineral, Ca. I am pretty sure Mineral has a population of less then 100. It's very close to the Trinity Alps and Lake Almanor. It snows there. The Hunter and his cousin decided we should go up with the kids for the weekend. It just happened to be New Years weekend. I was told there was a finished garage with a loft so we wouldn't have to share space in the teeny weeny cabin. OK I said. I'll be a sport. This was decided on Friday night with final plans made Saturday morning. Not only would it be my family but also 4 other adults and four other children ranging in age from 2 to 9. Oh joy. <br />Well we got a late start which really annoys The Hunter. We are up about 5:30 everyday and he doesn't understand why everyone else can't be on his schedule. Not to mention he is a task master and we can be ready to leave and move out within 20 minutes. (I know I am super lucky to have him). <br />Well every one else lolly gags. About an hour in to our 4 hour drive TLC decided it would be a good time for a melt down. Well The Hunter is not used to this because he seldom go's on long drives with us. Instead of just letting him cry a bit and fall asleep he turns the radio on full blast and yells back. (Yes yelling at a two and half year old. Very productive).<br />I am about to loose my mind at this point. Well TLC screamed and cried till we stoped as a gas station for a pit stop. He got out stretched and played with a cousin for a few and was good to go. The rest of the trip (and hour) was fairly pleasant. <br />When we got to the cabin there was about 3 feet of snow. Yuck. The two men along tried to get us into the drive way closer to the cabin. A fruitless effort. I went into the house and started a fire. The house was freezing!!! Not to mention no one knew where the key to the garage was. By 6 we found the key to the very very very cold garage. There was no loft. Just a regular old garage with a vaulted ceiling. Well there is no way we were going to be able to heat that up by bed time. Finally it was decided that we should go to the Mineral lodge for dinner not thinking any one would be there because it is such a little town. Boy were we wrong. The very snotty waitress (who almost earned herself a black eye. I have a short fuse when I am hungry) wanted us to wait for an hour. Yeah right. I told hunter to take me back to the cabin. We would eat jerky and cereal. I ended up having to share a room with The Hunters sister and her little girl. Not bad except that I was sleeping on the bottom of a very questionable bunk bed and every time the heater kicked on it woke me up. In the morning I thought OK. Now the kids can have some fun. NO again. Turns out TLC likes the snow for about 10 minutes then wants to come in the house and sit ON me. I told Hunter I could do that at home. He was super awesome about it and we went home. <br />TLC didn't even cry on the way and he slept. I think it's safe to say I will not be returning to the cabin any time soon.Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-69977116438698731802010-12-26T11:23:00.000-08:002010-12-26T11:30:54.445-08:00It was a Merry Christmas.Well basking in the after light of a wonderful Christmas, the thought occurred to me to share with you all some of our wonderful presents. <br />TLC made out like the little bandit he is. He got some really cool things. A fire truck, a huge ride on pedal tractor, a remote control car, a lot of train stuff and a "Little Peoples" construction set that he loves. <br />The Hunter got several Cabela's gift cards. His favorite thing on earth. We really should own stock in that company. <br />I was the proud recipient of a genuine official Crazy M Ranch desk calender. I LOVE IT! You to can own one. Check out the Wife at Gizzards and Calf Fries. She has all kinds of cool stuff. My other favorite thing was a little pink circus hippo ornament. I may have to leave it out all year. <br />And of course My most favorite favorite thing was watching TLC play with all his new toys and spending time with all my family. Vaquero Girl remembered the mashed potatoes and as a bonus made green bean casserole. (I could eat that stuff every day). I hope you all had a great Christmas too.Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-4147988993249209102010-12-10T20:03:00.000-08:002010-12-10T20:08:12.632-08:00TLC's First trip to the snow.On Tuesday The Hunter, The Best Sister in the world and I took TLC to the snow for the first time. It was about a two hour trip. Thank goodness for portable DVD players. It was great because it was Tuesday and there was no one in the snow park. Hunter bought us sled like things and everything. TLC even made a snowman with his favorite aunt. I can't wait to go back, and I don't even like the snow. <br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk6PdqTytOoA1c6c5-QfCS3OFt2fzcw7b2rruNDob1GyVUs4BwL69yZqvSDIBDncZERc7E3waM2Fw3Al6bQcjz4jEWsd_xgBJzt8Y4wOwJqe4rJFvgnLqa8BmQzoO1wTvF8JdK7F92T9mx/s1600/IMG_0041.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk6PdqTytOoA1c6c5-QfCS3OFt2fzcw7b2rruNDob1GyVUs4BwL69yZqvSDIBDncZERc7E3waM2Fw3Al6bQcjz4jEWsd_xgBJzt8Y4wOwJqe4rJFvgnLqa8BmQzoO1wTvF8JdK7F92T9mx/s320/IMG_0041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549271421918771314" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpMyJcG3Jw4R2rCF0Taybhh8DLM8gxEbHGLB2ytD2OAujikciKbsCimO0sKhjX_ueveHRG9tgo_ZJoZBVCJxULTbUvsTzVLhgRz_8tR2byt7-hB4LagN2nSoqc3_2pIqdC7xlXIUzvlbOj/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpMyJcG3Jw4R2rCF0Taybhh8DLM8gxEbHGLB2ytD2OAujikciKbsCimO0sKhjX_ueveHRG9tgo_ZJoZBVCJxULTbUvsTzVLhgRz_8tR2byt7-hB4LagN2nSoqc3_2pIqdC7xlXIUzvlbOj/s320/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549271412862655778" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjey5bcykuV0L_x5Ww_6mupOBFuZ0UgcRsxHfeRuU6B1RV1QD9qHOnRMP3B-jTJVerdiaH-u5HVSCw0OA-cL8GM7PA_xhsZQX1FPq3E_XFz02HNWp8oUdXDxmDL5PbY4xwcMwuYVDqwJwXR/s1600/IMG_0009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjey5bcykuV0L_x5Ww_6mupOBFuZ0UgcRsxHfeRuU6B1RV1QD9qHOnRMP3B-jTJVerdiaH-u5HVSCw0OA-cL8GM7PA_xhsZQX1FPq3E_XFz02HNWp8oUdXDxmDL5PbY4xwcMwuYVDqwJwXR/s320/IMG_0009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549271407065933154" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim4nuRzpZdwnEM-RyVOrIOKAyu7SUF6TAt64uC0m2Th1-OtaCV6JvPXX_MqAojrGUr-_SSVLujENXQva6SDc6CY80TQesqYrRynAWN99xvJufo7Qt8MOQI5eCIHuN1tKXXDS2u7S3WcUEq/s1600/IMG_0016.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim4nuRzpZdwnEM-RyVOrIOKAyu7SUF6TAt64uC0m2Th1-OtaCV6JvPXX_MqAojrGUr-_SSVLujENXQva6SDc6CY80TQesqYrRynAWN99xvJufo7Qt8MOQI5eCIHuN1tKXXDS2u7S3WcUEq/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549271402664277538" /></a>Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-77183630493055149932010-12-09T19:41:00.000-08:002010-12-09T19:54:20.991-08:00FriendsWhat makes you "like" or "not like" someone? This was my thought today as TLC and I headed out of my little valley to visit a friend and her little girl. <br />The person I went to see is also my running partner. I met her through another friend about two years ago.(They are Neighbors) We will call friend one. Mrs. S and Friend to Mrs. R. <br />Mrs S is kind of an intense in your face person. As I started getting to know her I found out why. She had a pretty f'ed up childhood. All in all she turned out pretty good. She put herself through college and ended up with a BA. She is, as far as I can tell, a very loyal and smart and funny person. Mrs R is also one of my good friends. She however does not really like Mrs. S. Mrs S doesn't really know this. She gets her feelings hurt by it quite regularly. Mrs R feels that Mrs. S is too clingy and nosy. That she doesn't understand boundaries. <br />After I started running with Mrs S, Mrs. R got real pissy about it. Not really to me but to Mrs. S. It has made me feel uncomfortable to go over to either of their houses. (They live next door to each other) <br />I can sort of see why Mrs. R would feel like Mrs. S is a little forward. However, knowing Mrs S's back story I can understand why she is like that. <br />I guess this whole rambling blog comes down to If you don't like someone let them know it. Don't invite them to your parties etc. And for goodness sake don't introduce them to people if you can't handle your friends having a friend more then you. Cripes I feel like I am in high school again. <br />Sorry for the vent.Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-779281135704708431.post-79046330676145072812010-11-12T16:52:00.000-08:002010-11-12T16:58:57.048-08:00NewSo we got the new fence up! I love it. No one can see into my yard (unless you happen to be standing in just the right spot and tilt your head to the left and stand on your tip toes.) I now live in a compound. <br />The Hunter leaves tomorrow for Idaho. He is about a giddy as a school girl. A very hairy, gruff, masculine school girl. He will only be gone for 10 days. I am not sure how I feel about this. Usually I am pretty stoked. The Hunter and I need time away from each other regularly. I guess it's because I know Vaquero Girl and I have to put our fugly horse down on Monday. She has become way to blind. It's really the best thing to do. It just sucks. I know it will suck and then the next day I'll be fine. It's just the anticipation I hate. It's like "just wait till your father gets home." I would rather just have it done. <br />Also, The Hunter is going alone (unless you count the dog). Usually his dad or a buddy goes too. This year no one is available. It makes me a little nervous. <br />That is about it these days. Peace out.Lil Mamahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12443926203617679255noreply@blogger.com1