tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32540714.post222947038079942799..comments2023-04-17T04:38:23.022-07:00Comments on Mama Picture This: All the pretty poniesMamaZuzihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17596521376566051520noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32540714.post-46373224522522124982007-03-21T10:51:00.000-07:002007-03-21T10:51:00.000-07:00I lived across the street from people who had hors...I lived across the street from people who had horses when I was a kid and since we lived in a dead end next to a woods we got to ride bareback through trees with wind blowing in our hair...not much beats that as an adult, much less as a kid.<BR/><BR/>I had my very own horse for 20 years (got her when she was 7, a retired racehorse and kept her until she died at 29--with the exception of 3 years while at college that another woman had her). She was my very best friend in the world and allowed me to discover a talent and success that I'm not sure I've fully discovered sense. It contributed greatly to my self esteem as a child.<BR/><BR/>My coworker has just adopted her neighbors 17 year old horse because the people moved away and couldn't sell it. It isn't rideable but you and your kids are certainly welcome to visit him with me someday when you want to take a trip to St. Helens!The Alt Marthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13766850754315152606noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32540714.post-90642629175353160242007-03-12T07:54:00.000-07:002007-03-12T07:54:00.000-07:00This past weekend, basketball season ended for the...This past weekend, basketball season ended for the two big kids. PJ's team ended on a win--YAY! Anne's team won the first game of their tournament--YAY--made it to the championship round where they lost. So last night was teary, despite consolation pizza.<BR/><BR/>Since basketball is over we WERE looking forward to a weekend with nothing much in it...until this morning. An e-mail announced one of the spring sports scheduled a practice for Saturday morning at 7:15. I don't think I can post the words that express my dismay. So much for going to the St. Patrick's Day parade or loafing around.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32540714.post-69027636945878564232007-03-09T09:32:00.000-08:002007-03-09T09:32:00.000-08:00Where to begin? Well, first of all, I have to figu...Where to begin? Well, first of all, I have to figure out how to remember to pull up my zipper when I wear pants. For the past few weeks, I've been off in a haze. I've put my t-shirt on backwards and inside out a few times. They say this is a sign of genius in some people, but for me, I think this is exhaustion, which also comes from thinking about the future wayyy too much. So much so, its depressed me, and I have to stop thinking about it so much. I wish we could all ride ponies to work, school, market. That would be wonderful! But alas, doubtful. Weekends have become like any other part of the day except that the husband is around more than usual, which is nice.<BR/><BR/>I hope to see your paper soon ;DAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32540714.post-33034365344862360142007-03-09T08:50:00.000-08:002007-03-09T08:50:00.000-08:00Tonight-going to church to clean. our care groups ...Tonight-going to church to clean. our care groups turn. Sewing a baby blanket for a baby shower I can't go to tomorrow.<BR/>Saturday- taking the car in at 8:00 for oil change and brake check before our road trip. 10:00 meeting with elaine to craft-YEAH!, cleaning when I get home and turning in Girl Scout cookie money.<BR/>sunday- church, helping with a sunday school teacher appreciation luncheon, bible study then starting to pack for road trip. <BR/>ALL I REALLY WANT TO DO IS CRAFT, SEW THE BLANKET AND GET IN THE YARD TO TIDY IT UP A BIT. We'll see what happens. Have a great one!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com