Since son #1 has been gone to N.MI with my family. I have tried calling him about 10X with no luck. He did call once and chatted for about 4 minutes. Luckily, Ive heard from my oldest sis J. and he is working, fishing, swimming, and having an awesome time. Did I ever mention that my family ROCKS? I miss them because they are so far away . When I get a chance to visit, either in N.MI,when they make the trip to Okla, or even the times we meet in the middle of the USA, it is always looked forward to and enjoyed. Last nite at the street dance, I bet I had atleast 8 people ask me about son #1. His one 12 yo friend that visits his dad in our area looked a bit sad lastnite, so I asked him to dance and cut a rug. I didnt even know he was here until last nite, B. is going to N.Mexico this morning to work with his dad, good for him! because his daddy married one of the biggest, selfish bitches in my area and that is why B.’s visits are so few. Poor kid!
The old guy is feeling good again, he is sore no more, much to my happiness. I think I am harboring some negative feelings subconciously towards hubby lately. Because earlier this morning for some reason, I dreamed that he or someone or something gave me an ultimatum between HUBBY and THE OLD GUY. Y’all know who won…then in my dream, I was trying to gain employment at OSU out of Tulsa, which is a good drive for me. Its not bad when going to classes but I cant imagine making it EVERYDAY! Thats about the time I woke up. Hubby has always been fond of the ole guy, he looks out for him, takes extra special care of him……so I have no idea why I would possibly dream such craziness.
The ranchrodeo had a small turnout. The usual mounted people with a few of thier visiting kinfolk. I lumbered around some barrels in a noncompetitive way, it was just too hot to really enjoy it and then having to make a dash outta the pouring rain during the thunderstorm. It only lasted about 5 minutes but enough to make it wet, humid, and miserable.
Hubby and toddler terror left right after the ranchrodeo,they dropped me off at the street dance. I caught a ride home with A., her grandmother, her daddy, and his girlfriend. It was crowded, the band was decent, the beer was cold, and I danced with a handsome stranger. Not a tall dark stranger, but a short, stocky light-headed one. I am no shorty, about 5’5 and 5’6 in boots. My dance partner was the exact same height as myself but a great dancer. Sometimes when I two-step (and have been drinking) I tend to start to lead…..but my new dance partner just went with it and then before I knew it he was leading again. I didnt get his name or where he was from….he wasnt offering up information and neither was I,but he was sitting with some of the Preacher’s family………
My what a big NOSE you have! Why do my horses act like they are starving 24/7? because they are not, they are too fat as it is, but always looking for something to eat…..
See this, it is work I need to do today. I have been so lax in my leather cleaning….I need to get off my ass today and clean tack, ugh. I also have the hard-mouthed, cue-less sorrel to ride. He is coming along better, and seems to be paying attention to my legs a bit more. I’m riding him in a long shank snaffle with a martingale, he is doing better. I hate using corrective bits and am going to give him a few more trys in the snaffle. Best friend L. left me a voicemail on my cell, she sounded a bit ‘out of sorts’ Ive been trying to reach her all morning ( except when I was sleeping )with no luck. Toddler terror and I might need to run out to her place for a check up, hmmm….it could be nothing, just the way I perceived her voice from her tinny sounding cell phone, I hope so!
Sunday is not a day of rest for me, ‘cept after I woke up at 7am, fed the horses, I did convince toddler terror to go back to sleep until just before 10am……….I thought I was in heaven! Y’all have a nice Sunday.