tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18783311289690513642024-03-14T03:04:49.047-05:00A&MD RanchThe days in the life of a Country loving Family...City girl turned Country Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136747291306184964noreply@blogger.comBlogger360125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878331128969051364.post-12931435298437795492011-02-22T03:01:00.001-06:002011-02-22T03:04:27.370-06:00Answers to the "Speechless-ness"<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">So I just got done reading everyone's comments from my post yesterday <a href="http://amdunbarranch.blogspot.com/2011/02/even-i-was-speechless.html" style="color: #3d85c6;">"Even I Was Speechless"</a>, and thought I should say a couple more things. That post was SO long I didn't want these points to get lost in all of those words!</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">OH trust me she will NEVER get close to my child again! Me I usually have no problem telling someone off! The Hubby..well he likes to just be civil and avoid the situation in the future. As for me with this situation I cannot express enough just how shocked I was and really I didn't even know what to say. We did exchange some heated words and I do NOT have any of her things! Praise the Lord! We made sure to put it at her car while she was at the rodeo so she has no more ties to us.</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">I honestly just do not have an answer as to why I was kind enough to not tell her off...It really has me baffled and annoyed because I have never found myself in this situation, I have always spoke my mind but I really got a BAD vibe in the sense that it could just make things worse if I did. </span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Also I too was proud of my girl for standing her ground but I did not want TW to have anymore reasons to tell me why my child needs discipline.</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">And honestly in regard to her daughter JP I had no ill feelings towards her, DD didn't mind working with her. I felt so very sorry for her when I listened to the million other things her mother said she'd done to JP when she was *bad*. It wasn't until she made the comment about if we took this horse her mom wanted us to take and she "caught DD pulling on the horses mouth she'd yank her off that horse" that I realized she had this look in her eye that was not right and I pretty much felt like *oh great she's just like her momma, poor girl*!! It has been severely haunting me that maybe I should be alerting someone of this woman's abuse on her children.</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">UGHH friends I just am sick over the whole thing! But it is done, again I say she will NEVER get close to my child again. Unfortunately we will see them and probably often because they run in some of the same circuits but I fully intend on putting her in her place if she comes near us!</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">And DD has improved so much this rodeo season! But for all that she's improved she's kind of getting overwhelmed with all of the basic things and when she has a mess up in a run it is due to forgetting a key point in her run. So my original plan was to have Little Miss Sweetness (Bloggy friend P's daughter) work with her and I am sticking with that plan! We are hoping to get together one night this week and then hopefully at least once a week after. They live about an hour from us so with the still somewhat shorter daylight hours it'll be a challenge but we'll figure it out. DD is very excited about this as she loves both P and Little Miss Sweetness!</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Thank you friends for the words of encouragement and validating that my girls reaction was spot on. Oh the wisdom of a child...Sometimes we as adults have to remember that a child can see things we may not catch right off the bat! </span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>So I'm back...again...Rodeo season...Busy time! We just finished off finals tonight at the Winter circuit DD runs in and boy I am EXHAUSTED!! But even in my exhaustion I just have to share this with you all. As most of you know it is not typical to find me speechless or quiet about something that is bothering me and boy let me tell ya...I am speechless! Let me start from the beginning, last Wednesday.</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Wednesday afternoon the Hubby calls and says our friend Cowboy S is taking his kiddo's over to a local indoor arena to practice for finals and thought we should come too. So Sis and I get the trailer hooked up and the horse loaded ready to bolt when Daddy gets home, we were running about an hour behind our friend but we had the arena for the evening so no big deal! We get to the arena and there is a lady there who is *coaching* Cowboy S's daughter on poles. I thought this to be a bit strange because lil T doesn't need any coaching, she's pretty well trained in all of her events but I just figured that Cowboy S decided to bring in another voice...So this lady (we'll call her TW) has a teenage daughter with her and I soon realize that I have seen this girl at the rodeo over the Winter. She stands out to me because she absolutely does not look like a horse person *I know I'm labeling* but she just looks like this super quiet and timid girl but having seen her rodeo I know she is not timid at all. So withing a few minutes TW starts talking to the Hubby and I while DD is doing her warm ups with Krissy. I'm not even sure how all this came about but within 5 minutes of talking to TW she starts saying she doesn't like DD's saddle. She needs to ride in this other saddle that she has in her trailer and she then basically tells DD to follow her out to her trailer so she can switch saddles?! So off we go and I was thinking to myself *well maybe she is wanting to sell this saddle and I am needing to get DD a new saddle because if she grows another inch her legs will be to long as she's already on the last hole! So TW pulls out this saddle and it's a pretty nice Billy Cook barrel saddle that has a deeper seat then DD's does. Then TW says "hey just take the saddle and have DD run the finals with it, I think she'll do better in this saddle", so we go back in and DD goes to trot the pole pattern and TW starts telling her exactly what she is going to do when she goes...Like she's never run the pattern in her life...?</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>So I just kind of let her talk to DD and thought well maybe she can help her in some areas that we've been having some troubles with. TW comes back over to me and proceeds to tell me that her daughter (we'll call her JP) has run a 19 second poles at the rodeo we've been running in and I'm thinking in my mind I don't ever remember her running this 19 seconds but whatever. She then goes on to tell DD that she IS NOT to be loping her horse when she is warming up, she's to ONLY do that at home when she is practicing so the Hubby pipes in and says "this is HOME practice for her" but again whatever...Then we get into talking about all the WRONG things DD is doing...And according to TW pretty much everything she does in wrong...She is NOT to kick her horse when she's running home, she's NOT to use her reins when weaving the poles; legs only hands still...My thought is she needs to be lifting inside hand slightly to her pocket...But no that's wrong! </b></i></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>OH and we'll be taking her spurs away soon!! </b></i></span><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Oh and our saddle pad, all wrong! We need to go to this certain store and buy this certain saddle pad that they sell...HMMM...Well that is exactly the pad she had on her horse FROM that store LOL! So when we say that she says "OH well get a thicker one then"! "And um why are we running her in the bit we are"?! And on and on! </b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>We then decided to put the barrels out and immediately TW starts bossing DD around about what she's to be doing during the barrels and how to do this and that! OMG lady! DD has a very short tolerance for people who are overbearing, dominating, bossy, loud...But JP (the daughter) went out to the barrels with her and DD didn't mind that so much so they worked for a few minutes and then they start talking about how they want to help DD and "train" her. Mind you she doesn't really give you the option to say no she just pretty much tells you what you are doing?! I was so baffled! But even I was speechless! SO the Hubby said well we'd be back to the arena Thursday night and they said "oh they would love to come back and work with her". We left shortly after that and asked DD what she thought of the lady and she basically said she did kind of like the daughter JP but wasn't so sure about the mom.</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>I then had the Hubby call our friend Cowboy S and find out if he'd asked her to come and he says "NO she just showed up there and started bossing lil T around" LOL!! He didn't know her from Adam! OH crap is what we were thinking! But we went back on Thursday and they were there waiting on us. JP takes DD and shows her a "proper warm up" as her mom views...No 10 minutes walking, 10 minutes trotting, and *if* in an arena with soft footing then a few minutes of loping. NOPE she has to walk her around for a couple of minutes and get right into work. (Of course before all of this we agree on stretching the horse and flexing).</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Basically TW then starts barking orders at DD and she isn't liking this lady's mannerism's at ALL! I could tell that she was getting very annoyed but again thought maybe just maybe she'd have something of value to offer. But basically she just wants to stand there and tell us that she "knows everything about training people to run barrels and poles but she will NOT get on a horse"...Say what?! You know everything but you won't ride?! She stated to me something about an accident she'd had decades ago and she is forever never riding a speed horse again, she will only get on a grandpa styled horse. But back to her MASSIVE amounts of knowledge, all gained from the multiple barrel clinics she has taken her daughter to, probably "$10,000 worth of clinics"... Oh and by the way sometime in here she has mentioned that there are a lot of people who "dislike her" because she will tell them what they are doing wrong on their horses...Even the fastest runners there...UM OK...She also told me if I was friends with this one certain lady then SHE could not be my friend! If only I'd known how bad this was going to get I would have pretended to know the lady she was speaking of LOL!!! So they move onto working poles and she starts again talking like DD has never run them in her life, I can't tell you how many times we told her that DD's been rodeo'n for years! And yes still *learning* to ride this horse that we bought last April.</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>I could tell within a few minutes in that DD was getting frustrated but daddy and I just kept telling her to push on. Finally TW tells her to walk around the arena with her hands on her saddle and she's NOT allowed to touch the reins, she must use only her legs. Which I thought was a good lesson, DD definitely needs lighter hands so this exercise I thought could help. DD was doing fairly well with this until Krissy walked up to the gate and wouldn't respond to leg to move out so DD reached down and grabbed her reins and pulled Krissy to the side with a little more than light hands. It was more like an instinctive act to back her quickly out of the bind but she did pull a bit to hard and TW looks at me and says "do you hit her", I say "HUH"?! She says "smack her for her attitude, cause if that was my daughter I'd of yanked her off that horse by her hair and thrown her on the ground and ask her if she liked that"! Then she proceeds to tell me that she's done just that to JP when she was 4 years old the first time! I just looked at her and said "I'm not afraid to discipline my daughter when she does something wrong, she knows"! So then she turns to my Hubby and says "I expect you to pull her hair tonight and if you don't the next time I see you I'm going to kick you in the balls"!!! DD comes up then and TW says to her "Do you ride bareback"? DD says "no not with Krissy, I did with my old horse though" TW says "well your going to, that's going to be one of the things you will be doing" DD says "I do NOT and I will NOT ride her bareback"!!! Mind you this statement was made simply because DD was feeling railroaded by TW, we have talked about riding bareback and we quite frankly haven't had the time!! And yes I did tell her she must not speak like that to an adult or *else*! Finally I just told DD lets load up, and of course TW wanted us to borrow this saddle for the weekend and we MUST have the matching bridle because she CANNOT stand mismatched things. "So can one of us stop by Friday to get it"?! Hubby says sure he can do it. </b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>After we loaded up in the truck DD starts SOBBING and I'm like "Child what is your deal"!! She then goes on to tell us that TW had told her when she was over talking to her at one point that she had to give up EVERYTHING else that she loves like dance, cheerleading, soccer, because there is NO room for anything else! Which is exactly what she told me she made her daughter do, she had to give up track because she has to ride 5 horses a day!</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Then Friday afternoon Hubby calls me after he leaves their house and says "oh boy, I walked into a war path"! When he got there JP was zooming off on her horse and calls her mom and "F...ing B"! Then TW and her husband are screaming at one another! My honey was FREAKED out! He said "I think they might all be crazy"!! Well lo and behold the bridle doesn't even fit Krissy *giggles* so DD was going unmatching LOL!! And TW informed the Hubby they'd be out Sunday to watch DD... </b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Saturday morning DD rode in their saddle for poles and decided she just did not feel comfortable in it and wanted hers back on so her and her cousin go switch saddles and all is right with the world! While we were at the rodeo on Saturday I asked a couple of friends if they knew who this lady was and they were like "she is CRAZY! Get rid of her as fast as possible"!! I find out from this one friend she is banned from one arena for some trouble she caused then another friend tells me of another arena she is banned from! HOLY COW!!! I did get some giggles cause my sweet friend who is here in bloggyland with us AND our kiddo's rodeo together tells her daughter "who is wanting to work with DD" and her daughter looks at me ever so slowly and says "NO! She will ruin your child, she does NOT know what she's doing"!! She said "tell DD to stick close to me if they show up cause they hate me"! So I'm beyond freaking out now because I know they are coming on Sunday and I really DO NOT want to see this lady! I literally could not fall asleep Saturday night cause I was worried about what I'd say to her!</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Sunday afternoon she comes walking up and the Hubby see's her so he high tails it outta there! JERK! LOL!! But within 30 seconds of him being gone P's sweet daughter comes buzzing up and plops down next to me with this sweet grin on her face HAHA LOL!! (the Hubby ran to her and told her t rescue me)! It was so hard not to burst out laughing! So TW starts asking how DD did Saturday and I told her no time in poles (broken pattern, DD blames the saddle of course) and got her personal best time in barrels of 15.6! I told her that DD's pole run was better today but DD is not using her saddle and she's like "WHAT?! WHY?! She needs to be in that saddle"!! I just said well she's a creature of habit and she didn't feel comfortable in it. So then somehow we get on the topic of DD's horse not being a "trained barrel horse" that she has been used all around and P's sweet daughter was explaining that Krissy is broke as broke but is still green on the patterns so that makes it a bit more difficult for DD and then TW just goes off! She starts spouting about a "good rider doesn't need a patterned horse! They need to learn how to ride and that horse will do whatever you tell it to"!! Little miss sweetness just smiles at her and says "well I disagree with you because I want my horse to know he has a job and I know my job" So then JP (TW's daughter) pipes in and says "what's your fastest pole time"?! Little miss sweetness says "20 seconds yesterday"!! JP says "EGHH mine is a 19"! Okay just to clarify she did NOT have a clean 19 second run, I have found 1 time that she could have had a 19 but knocked down a pole because her recorded time was 24 seconds! So I call BS on that LOL!! So then the topic of polo wraps vs boots come up and Little miss sweetness says "she would prefer to use wraps because her horse tears boots up to fast and they are to expensive to go through them so fast", of course TW says "OMG NO WAY!!! If you use wraps your just asking for your horse to get an injury"! She would not take into account that Little miss sweetness knows how to put them on properly! The Hubby finally sits down and TW gets up and moves over by him and proceeds to tell him all about how WRONG Little sweet miss was about these wraps etc! And the Hubby said "I don't know why your telling me, I don't care either way"! So finally Little miss sweetness just had enough and had to walk away! </b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>TW then looks at me and says "just so you know SHE is absolutely WRONG"! I was peeved! So I said right back at her "actually I don't have a problem with wraps and I don't think they are dangerous if put on right, Fallon uses them on her horses and I highly regard her opinion so I'll stick with them on this"!! So she says "well she wouldn't if she had REAL horses like $100,000 horses!" I spouted back "UM for your information she DOES have $100,000 horses"! Then I got up to go help DD get ready for her barrels and I really needed a breather! Then after the run she starts telling us that when the Hubby came by on Friday they were fighting because JP did something and they were in the trailer washing something so she had a wet towel and cornered JP because she was stuck and couldn't get out then proceeded to whip her with this rag and (in a really proud voice she says) "She had HUGE welts everywhere!! That's what MY kid gets if she's snotty"!! OH MY GOODNESS!!! Again I am at a loss for words! This poor child! DD came walking up right after that and TW says something to her about her run and literally DD acted like she wasn't even there! WHOA!! Daddy quickly informed her to pay attention when someone is talking to her LOL!!</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Now she (TW) has a whole plan for what DD is going to be doing from now on...She is NOT going to rodeo on Krissy anymore, we are to come to her house and get this other horse that DD will rodeo on, she's 21! Then her daughter says "MOM you don't even OWN that horse"! TW says "Oh it's fine I already texted his owner and they're fine with that"! Hubby seen what she was typing and she told this guy "OH I have a buyer for your horse"....Then her daughter JP looks at me and says "if she's riding this horse and I EVER see her being heavy on his mouth I will yank her off that horse"!! Really?! Well the apple doesn't fall far from the tree I guess! Of course the Hubby was just trying to pacify her until she would leave by pretending that he'd come get this horse!</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Finally she did and the Hubby looked and me and says she basically ran her mouth about everything you were saying everytime you'd get up! What the crap?! And you didn't put her in her place LOL!! He said she turns to him after I walked off once and says "UGHH who's this stupid Fallon Taylor that SHE is so adamant about listening to"? Hubby says "umm she's a well known pro barrel racer who lives in TX"!! TW says "UGHH OH I know who your talking about....She's nothing but a glorified horse trader"!! Seriously lady! You MUST get a LIFE!!! </b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
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</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">We were so blessed with FABULOUS weather Thursday, Friday, and Saturday! Saturday DD, my momma and I went to a barrel jackpot and I mean to tell you the temperature was around 70*!! Holy COW it was so awesome! DD was so happy to be outside in a short sleeve shirt and not having to be all bundled up! My girl had kind of a mixed day, she faltered in her exhibitions a little so she got nerved and come time for her open run she just did of lolly gagged or something...It wasn't the best run of her life but she did win 1st place in the 2D~!! She was very excited about that, as was I!</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">So Sunday afternoon we headed out to another barrel jackpot but mother nature was NOT our friend today!! BURR it was cold out there!! I think we hovered around 32-34* most of the time we were out there and of course this arena wasn't fully enclosed...Not to fun! So in a nutshell today was just not DD's day. She did her 3 exhibitions and knocked over barrel one the last time in so wouldn't you know when she came in for her open run she was all tensed up coming into barrel one, teeth gritting, stiff back and literally just plowed the barrel over! Not good...Needless to say she's got quite a nice knot in her leg from hitting it so hard. I guess we all have bad days and this one was hers! The lady that owns this arena let DD come back in after the open so she could *rework* barrel one and leave on a good note, so that made me happy enough!</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Another busy rodeo weekend next weekend! We've got some terrible weather coming this week so I'm hoping it doesn't interfere with our plans!</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Hope everyone has a super BLESSED week!!</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85726/dunbarsassy/d052fc4f7411e7329664e993c5d72522.png" /></a></span></b></i></div>City girl turned Country Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136747291306184964noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878331128969051364.post-25512206640956567192011-01-28T02:31:00.000-06:002011-01-28T02:31:30.900-06:00Some Updated Pics of my Favorite 4 Legged Friends!<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">The Winter season is not my friend...As much as I'd like to be on good terms with her I just can't...She makes my life miserable! EXCEPT for days like today when we were nearing 60*!! WHOO-HOO!!! </span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">While DD was out exercising Krissy tonight I buzzed around and got some updated pics of some of my favorite 4 legged friends! I really LOVE them all! Unfortunately the Hubby and I have decided before to long we are going to sell them off...Again...I did this last year and parted with the ones I could bear to part with and still miss 2 of them dearly! But I finally have to agree with my honey on this, we simply do not have the time to give all of them the attention they need being up and coming riding horses. There are just a couple besides Krissy that I would like to keep but the rest will go bye-bye come Spring I think..</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">This is H.B. she's kind of new! We bought her about a month ago!</span></b></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Beautiful Bella!</span></b></i></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">I totally LOL'd at Krissy's face!</span></b></i></td><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85726/dunbarsassy/d052fc4f7411e7329664e993c5d72522.png" /></a></span></b></i></div>City girl turned Country Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136747291306184964noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878331128969051364.post-8912448911347640502011-01-27T03:29:00.001-06:002011-01-27T03:31:34.708-06:00Good Run!!<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">Over the past couple of months DD and I have been working our butts off getting her and her horse in sync with one another! She's been running in the Winter Rodeo association that she's runs in every year. </span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">It is so hard this time of year trying to get their practice time in between school and other functions and the stinking sun setting at 5:30!! Slowly but surely we are getting it done! The first couple of rodeo's they were just not doing all that great...She'd pretty much blown all of her pole runs and was consistently pulling 17 seconds on barrels.</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">So to work harder we went! We've been pretty much flying solo this season as the Hubby and J are working practically every weekend! But it has actually worked out quite nice because we've been the ones working together and so it always causes a wrinkle when Hubby wants to come in and give his *2 cents*! But he finally agreed with me that when he's there he will run my camera for me so I can get her ready to go and still have video!</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">We've been working on poles quite a bit, mostly because she really needed the most work on this event and I wanted her to learn the *proper* way to run them and by golly she's finally getting it! AND she's having fun with them now!</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">This past weekend she finally pulled her best barrel time ever! I was so thrilled and so was she! Her eyes just lit up when I told her she'd finally broke through the 15 second barrier! She screamed "REALLY"?!?! I just laughed!! She was so proud of her 15.807 time on that run! And the best part about it is she has so much room for improvement because she wasn't even running Krissy as hard as she should have been! But we have 2 barrel jackpots this weekend so she'll be getting the work in there!! </span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;">So here is her run from Sunday! Which I might just throw in here that it was FREEZING cold and snowing that morning LOL!! </span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85726/dunbarsassy/d052fc4f7411e7329664e993c5d72522.png" /></a></span></b></i></div>City girl turned Country Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136747291306184964noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878331128969051364.post-73824440528574450232011-01-20T03:36:00.000-06:002011-01-20T03:36:37.843-06:00Just Gotta Go There...<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>O</b></i><i><b>h friends...I know I have been gone for a bit and I hate to come back with a post like this but I just gotta get this out before my blood pressure causes my brain to explode!!</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>First off we are all doing well here, just been busy with the kids' activities and all of my *other* obligations! DD has a rodeo this weekend and we are praying for fair weather! Last week there was so much snow on the ground that there was no practice time! So this week we are hitting it hard getting ready for the weekend and of course today it spat ice on us so we are in a bit of a freeze right now with snow coming over night... BOO!!! We were lucky to get the practice done RIGHT before the icy rain started! I just cannot wait for Spring to get here! I just need a pick me up and this Winter weather is doing nothing but kicking me down!</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>A few months ago I posted <a href="http://amdunbarranch.blogspot.com/2010/07/does-it-ever-really-end.html" style="color: #3d85c6;">here</a> about my dad's widow passing away. In that post I told you about my dad's passing 5 1/2 years ago and the troubles I had with his wife after he died and really truly the whole thing just broke me...I have not ever recovered from the blow of losing my dad at my young age of 27, I know lots of people have lost a parent much younger than I did and my heart breaks for them. I am so glad that I did have my 27 years to be with him but I miss him everyday and it is a constant heartache in my life. I have absolutely been difficult at times and massively depressed at times since losing him. I honestly haven't found much to comfort me and the situation with his wife just made that pain burn even worse and I became a person that I don't even recognize sometimes. I want to be loving and fun and carefree but I seem to just get lost in all of this and feel like I'm grasping at straws just to function partly to mostly normal ;)</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Some of the things that I haven't been able to get over were feeling like she had something to do with his death...I don't know why I feel that, well yes I do know partly why I feel that. The morning that he died October 14, 2005 I was traveling with my family to TX to visit my Hubby's niece as she was getting ready to undergo surgery to remove a tumor near her brain and we of course wanted to be with her. So here we are driving in the car and I get that dreadful call that will never leave my mind and we turn around to head back to KS, we were a few hours away and I had a cousin who went to the hospital for me and I was requesting an autopsy because my dad was 50 yrs old and it was a sudden death with no warning signs, to me I just needed that bit of closure to know exactly what caused his death. I told my stepmother that I wanted the autopsy and she did not allow it and had him *processed* and at the funeral home by the time I made it back to the city. I was SO very angry, so hurt because this was my dad and this was something I wanted. Then when it came time to sit down with the funeral director we had to write his obituary and this was very hard for me, especially when my stepmother started telling them what "she" wanted written and the way it came to be printed was all of her kids and grandkids listed then my brother and I and our kids after all of them... What the heck?! Literally I had to search the thing just to find my name! He was my dad, not theirs! Her kids did not always treat my dad right and they were alot of my dads frustration in his last few years (they were married about 9 years). So then within hours of his death they (the kids) were just prancing around my dads house like they owned it, laughing and carrying on having a grand old time while I literally sat on the couch just sobbing and wanting them to leave!! Literally one of my stepbrothers girlfriends said to my stepmother "well looks like now you can finally take down that deer head that you've hated for so long"!! She just laughed like it was the funniest thing she'd ever said...I was shocked and very hurt, he hadn't even been buried yet! I will never understand the frame of mind they were in to be so rude and careless to me and my family. Then came the *dividing* of my dads things, my brother and I got a few small personal things but left the rest of his things out of respect for his wife that she may have the time to grieve and hold those things to give her comfort or whatever they could do to help her through that time. Then came the time for things starting to disappear and not a word was said about any of it. Then after a couple of months came the moving in of my dads childhood best friend (who had through his adult years turned into a real piece of garbage), after he moved in my stepmother would say "I'm just helping him, he had no where to stay"...Soon after that they were a *couple* DISGUSTING!!!</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>After that happened we quit speaking and I tried, then my brother tried to get back dads things. Things like our family pictures, that deer head that disappeared off the wall, his tools etc...Needless to say everything that belonged to my dad was gone. They had gotten rid of, sold, or stole what was left of his things. I'd begged in letters for the things and got no response, I finally threatened to file a civil suit against her for the stuff and lo-and-behold she filed bankruptcy ASAP. Thus preventing me from filing a suit against her.</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>After she died her son had contacted me and said he wanted to do the right thing and "give my brother and I what was rightfully ours, the house". Well I figured out soon enough that the other siblings were not on board with this and I talked to an attorney and he told me that I had no *legal* right to anything since my dad died first...So I then decided I would not sink any money into the place and fix it to sell because they couldn't be trusted to not stab me in the back!</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Recently I got a phone call from an attorney that the house was in foreclosure and they wanted my address to send me the paperwork...Well I was quite confused because if I had no *rights* to anything why do I have to be drug into a foreclosure! So this bank was opening the house up for any of us kids to come remove anything we wanted on this certain date. I basically decided it was not healthy for me to get involved with this because I was sure there would be conflict and I wouldn't be able to control my hurt and anger so luckily I had a meeting that day and couldn't go. I was contacted by my stepsister saying she had a few things for my brother and I, not sure what it could be as there wasn't anything left of dads that we had seen. Then I find out that this stepsister and her husband are taking things out of the house and selling it on craigslist. I felt upset about that but just let it roll until today, I got a phone call that threw me right back into the whole situation and wanting to scream at all of them.</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>My aunt is a real estate agent and she called me today and let me know that my dads house is up on the market for sell! I was furious! And so confused, because I thought it was being foreclosed on?! So I messaged my stepsister and she informed me that her and her husband put it on the market and they have until March sometime to sell it or the bank will take possession and she is going to "try and talk her siblings into sharing the profits with my brother and I"...WHAT?! Share?! MY dad paid for the house!!! Yes it has a mortgage now because they got a loan to pay off HER student loans!!! They have the house listed for $25,000 more than what is owed and I am just peeved!! If they get one penny off that house I'm not sure what I will do! It's bad enough to have watched them torment my dad, then deal with his witch of a wife and then watch them take all of dads things and now THEY get a profit off of his house and they *might* give us something UGHH!!!!!!! </b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>I have been so angry all night, my blood pressure is up, I'm dizzy, my head hurts and I just feel like I'm on the edge of a breakdown here! I know hate is a strong word but I hate them! I did message my stepsister back (by the way she and one of her brothers are not biological kids to my stepmother, she raised them from her ex-husbands first marriage) and posed the question to her "do you and your siblings honestly feel entitled to this house because I am SO confused"?! </b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>I would also like to clarify that this stepsister and her husband I believe were the only kids that really truly loved my dad and they did treat him with respect, she even quit speaking to her mom for some years because of what she did after my dad had died. So she is not the one I am angry at...</b></i></span><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b><br />
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</b></i></span></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><i><b>Please pray for me, that I find it in my heart to let go and let God do it all for me. And just to have peace restored in my heart and closure would be an amazing gift..</b></i></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</div><span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So take a look at this picture...The picture on the right was Christmas 2009, picture on the left Christmas 2010. I actually had myself convinced that my baby girl was just a runt and wasn't growing anywhere besides her behind...Yes I said her "behind", what can I say she takes after her daddy :) So when I uploaded our Christmas picture to FB the other day I got to looking at last year and had near heart failure when I realized how much she had grown LOL!! Can you say *momma in denial* over here LOL LOL!!! Just to put this into perspective, we measured her back on December 18, 2010 then when I was hugging her the other day after combining these to pictures I realized her head was hitting me higher than it did in the picture so I measured her again...On January 7, 2011 and she has grown over 1/2"!!! In 3 weeks! OH MY!!! </span></b></span><br />
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</tbody></table><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><b><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85726/dunbarsassy/d052fc4f7411e7329664e993c5d72522.png" /></a></b></i></span></div>City girl turned Country Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136747291306184964noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878331128969051364.post-43028432855988672132010-12-07T02:26:00.000-06:002010-12-07T02:26:59.267-06:00It Is What It Is....<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>So basketball season is upon us here in the Heartland and I gotta tell ya...I'm gonna have a stroke before its all said and done! There are many things that I am and quiet is not one of them. I actually struggle with this on a daily basis, I have no idea why it comes to me so strongly, other than the women in my family are all outspoken and tell it like it is! Sometimes to much so...</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>So I have come to my blog tonight in search of something...I don't really know what...I guess I am hoping one of my wonderful readers will have words of wisdom that can calm my soul when I feel like striking out at someone in a basketball game. I know, terrible!! Right?!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>I am a parent whom always wants to see my kiddos excel, do their best and even be better than anyone else at whatever it is they are doing. But I am not blind to the fact that they aren't the best at everything they do. There are plenty of things they can improve on, always...J is my sports kid (as you all know). In our family we prefer football (as you all know). But THEY also like basketball, yes "they", not WE! I actually have a love/hate relationship with BB.</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>I also believe that we are only as good as our coaches allow us to be. If we are taught right then we will excel, if not we won't. Speaking mainly in *team* sports by the way. You see a few years ago our school district hired a new head BB coach, when he came into our system we had a massive losing streak in this sport. Literally his first season with us we had a winning Varsity team (note I said varsity). Well he took a group of kids that had been on a losing streak for some time and changed the program and helped them to become winners. That was J's freshman year. The next year we lost a couple of great players but the coach moved some JV kids up and made another winning team! Then at the end of the season last year he basically told them all that their winning streak was over due to the fact that his *good kids* were graduating...Really he said this! Not only did he say this to the players he also told us parents at what was supposed to be the awards banquet that we should not expect great things the next year (now this year) because our *good players* were gone. Umm I was pissed, just pissed! You do not tell these kids they are losers cause guess what?! They will be!! So then this year when we got our new head football coach the head BB coach makes some comment to the kids about he hopes this new coach doesn't expect great things cause it won't happen! Well needless to say I was thrilled when our boys finished with a 7-2 record and made it to playoffs!!! I'm hoping he felt the pain as he ate those words!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>So moving on, we also have a freshman/sophomore coach and a JV coach. J had played for the freshman coach since junior high and they never had any wins, literally I don't think they ever won a game! So now this year he is playing for the JV coach and I am not happy...I feel terrible about this because as a person this coach is an extremely nice guy and has a wonderful family. I believe for the most part he treats the kids well, but the problem is...they don't play good...I mean ever...Like I'm not sure when the last time the JV won a game was...But yet the kids he had before moved up to varsity and they became a winning team?! So how does this happen?! And there is this really strange conundrum that all of the kids that played for the freshman/sophomore coach for 4 years straight (cause they had him as a junior high coach as well), well they sit the bench...And my J is one of them...</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>Is J good at BB? Yes he is, is he the best? No he's not. But for some reason the coach has made this decision to basically play these certain 5 kids and J may be lucky to be subbed in for a whole 4 minutes (max) during the game. Last Friday was their first game of the season and he wasn't put in until the end of the 1st quarter and he scored 6 points within a couple of minutes. Then into the 2nd quarter he was fouled and actually chipped one of his front teeth which caused him a bloody lip so he had to be sat out for that. Well when he went out of the game they were up by 2 points and quickly their lead was lost. J was not allowed back in until the 4th quarter after they had a 40 point hole dug! So tonight we had another game and the coach does precisely the same thing, same starting 5, same turnovers and missed baskets and he finally lets J in the game with 5 seconds on the clock at the end of the 1st quarter...What the heck?! What's the point of that?! 5 seconds!! He did play for maybe 2 minutes in the 2nd quarter and then same deal as Friday for the last half of the game, pretty much not-ta nothing! During the game when the 5 *starters* are playing and making mistakes the coach will turn to the kids on the bench and raise his voice telling them all about what the kids on the court are doing wrong but yet he never tells them?! Then he will just sit in the chair with his arms crossed and say nothing for the rest of the game! I'm just not getting it, I don't understand why we can't look at stats and see who's worthy to play and who's not! And why is it that we continue to do the same thing over and over and nothing ever changes! </b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>I get so very mad watching this go on! Like I said I don't think my kids the greatest but I know he's better than some that are playing...Just like in football, J wasn't the best player before but with proper coaching he became a pretty big deal this year. I was saving this for another post but I'll just share it with you now, every year the coaches nominate players on the team for "All League Team" which is basically just an honors team for the best in the district between all of the schools then the other coaches from the other teams pick the winners and J was awarded with Honorary Defensive-back! I am so proud of this kid! He was so proud of himself! So in BB I know with the right coaching he could be a great asset to the team and I don't say that just because I'm his momma, it's true. Just like it's true that you will never hear me complain when he sits the bench in baseball because it's not his sport, he's not very good at it. He never played until he got into high school and really only does it to stay in shape. So if I felt he wasn't good enough to help the team I wouldn't get so dang mad!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>So HELP...Please!! Any words of wisdom on how to lower my blood pressure while at the games?! I have considered Valium but I don't think my Dr would go for that ;) I just want things to be fair and right and they're not!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>Okay I'm done venting now... </b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85726/dunbarsassy/d052fc4f7411e7329664e993c5d72522.png" /></a></b></i></div>City girl turned Country Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136747291306184964noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878331128969051364.post-50779396211459206312010-12-06T04:13:00.000-06:002010-12-06T04:13:28.832-06:00Busy, Busy, Busy!!<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>My goodness it's a busy time of year!! After finally getting my new living room all in order I did get to spend a few nights relaxing watching movies and snuggling under my blanky...Yes I said *blanky*...Yes I have a blanky :) It's soft, I love it!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>I have been having some computer problems here and finally decided to buy me a new desktop before my laptop officially crashed! So I invested in my first ever *nice* desktop computer, my last one was a hand me down from my momma that she got right when the internet became mainstream! So yes it was a dinosaur! Haven't used it in a few years but it did get me by for a while. Ever since then I have always owned laptops and have loved my last one that the Hubby bought me almost 2 years ago! It would usually work great *unless* I were to travel with it, or even simply move it from my desk! Real good for a LAPTOP huh! So anyhoo I got me a spiffy HP Slimline with a whole wazoodle of GB!! And wouldn't you know it as soon as I got my new computer all installed and ready to go I set up the other one and it went kaput! Won't load to save my life...Which has been just a bit frustrating beings I wasn't brainy enough to back everything up before I shut it off and was planning on doing that after...</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>So I had a great photo shoot Thanksgiving weekend and would love to share a few of those pics with you but they are trapped inside my dead laptop :( But on a positive note I had another AWESOME shoot yesterday!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
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</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85726/dunbarsassy/d052fc4f7411e7329664e993c5d72522.png" /></a></b></i></div>City girl turned Country Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136747291306184964noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878331128969051364.post-82561419781172961742010-11-29T04:59:00.002-06:002010-11-29T05:01:38.677-06:00Living Room Makeover Reveal<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>Finally, finally I am DONE!! I am so excited with the way my room turned out! So I'm ready to make my big reveal to you all!!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>Here's a reminder of the before...</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
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</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>And a little recap of everything I did! New paint on on the walls and ceiling, new carpet, new furniture, new lighting/ceiling fans, new curtains...Basically the only thing that remained the same were most of the wall hangings, TV, and the curtain rods!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><i><b>The back of the chairs are an ivory satin with this gold embroidery...So beautiful!!</b></i></td></tr>
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</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85726/dunbarsassy/d052fc4f7411e7329664e993c5d72522.png" /></a></b></i></div>City girl turned Country Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136747291306184964noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878331128969051364.post-71800985068232083202010-11-23T02:02:00.000-06:002010-11-23T02:02:22.069-06:00Midst Of The Makeover!!<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>....Part 2....</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>I literally spent DAYS shopping for things to put in my *new* living room but let me tell ya I am NOT complaining because I am a girl who LOVES her shopping! I basically decided that the only things that would remain in the living room from before is most of my wall pictures and my TV. Other than that pretty much everything was being changed!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
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</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>I started first with the painting, I did a "brushed suede" on all of the walls in the living room and the stairwell. My living room is 29 x 15 so I knew this would be some work using this textured paint! I had to roll on 2 coats of the paint then after that was good and dry I had to go back and do an "X'ing pattern over the entire surface of the walls...Talk about tiring! I did most of it before my weekend getaway and finished when I got home. Then my next job was painting the ceiling, I thought the walls were hard...well...the ceiling was worse! My ceilings are around 9 ft tall so I had a pretty hard time rolling it on there. I bought an extension for my roller and well I'm sad to say that it didn't last very long before I bent it and it was no longer any help to me! So I drug a chair all around the room to get the job done! The next morning I quickly figured out that my painting was not good enough on the ceiling and I was going to have to do another coat. I should have expected that with as many coats as the walls took but a girl can hope, right?! I decided I could not handle another 4 hours of rolling it on so I would just skip that step and go straight into the "X'ing and do it heavy so it would cover good. Well needless to say it was taking me twice as long and I had a deadline of the next morning because my new carpet was being put in and my new furniture was coming so when it hit close to midnight that night I decided to finish the ceiling off by rolling the rest...UGH!! I was devastated the next morning when I awoke and went into see the ceiling in the daylight to find that the paint was not even and you can see splotches in places...Needs another coat! But nothing I could do about it at this point so it will get done sometime...Maybe...</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
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</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>At one point and time we had talked about ripping out the carpet and maybe going with the original hardwood under the carpet but the Hubby and I both agreed that we wanted carpet in there as that room can get kind of chilly and we just wanted a *homey* feeling. The Hubby and J ripped out the carpet the night before the new carpet was installed and we were SHOCKED at what we found under the carpet! There were patches in the floor where there had been half walls and patches for damaged spots so we were really thankful we'd chosen the route of carpet! I was also shocked to find out that the carpet that we were ripping out was date stamped on the back 1992!! That ugly carpet was 18 years old! HOLY COW!!! The pad that was under the carpet was leaving this disgusting sticky stuff all over the floor, you know those black spongy spots in the pad?! Well it had turned into some kind of gooey stuff! EWW!!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
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</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>Finally the carpet was out, the walls were done and I was ready to get the new in! We'd scheduled the carpet to be installed in the morning and the furniture to come in the afternoon and I'll be darned if it didn't freaking rain and even SNOW most of the day! Luckily the snow wasn't sticking but I was sure praying that furniture truck would make it down our road! And it sure did! Unfortunately they could not get down our driveway because of our Cedar trees so they had to back about 1/4 of the way down and carry it ALL the way to the house! Which is a pretty good distance!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
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</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>We finally got that all in and set up where we wanted and our next task was putting in the additional entertainment center and sofa table we bought. Then we put in all of the new pretty's that I bought! I was chomping at the bit for the Hubby to get my new ceiling fans in but that took a couple of days beings DD had rodeo for 2 days during this time! Finally the fans are in and everything is done EXCEPT for the last addition of a little table I am envisioning to put between 2 chairs I have in the *back* half of the room! Once I get that in I will be ready for the big reveal!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
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</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>When we bought this house 4 years ago it came it ghastly white walls and the most hideous baby blue carpet I have EVER seen! Well I fixed the wall problems with paint of course! I chose a color called "Gold Coin" which is really just glorified mustard in my opinion. But I loved it and went with it. I have always liked the color in my living room but then one day I just didn't! </b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
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</b></i></div><i><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">So that was the preview of my room BEFORE....</span></b></i><br />
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So last Thursday night J's team played their biggest arch rival in their football history and I am SO very pleased to say that they WON!! So not only are we celebrating an awesome win over these guys and gloating a little because they do a lot of trash talking to our kids but they have also made it into the State Playoff's!! WOW what a year for these guys!! They have gone from having a 2-7 record to a 7-2 record! This will be the first time in 8 years that J's high school has made it to the playoff's! Not only did they achieve that they have also been shattering school records like CRAZY!!! Wish I had all of the numbers but I don't yet...Maybe soon...So Tuesday night marks their first playoff game and while we are stoked to be there and playing we've got a little hitch in our giddy-up. You see we had a couple of *good* players make a bad decision over the weekend and got caught with some chewing tobacco in their mouths so per contracts they signed to play football they will not be allowed to play :( They are very upset with themselves but they must deal with the consequences. The coach has changed game play a bit so we'll see how it goes!<br />
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This past weekend I had the pleasure of shooting Senior pics for J's Best Friend Russ, it was such a blast! We were out for hours and took a ton of pictures and I am SO very thrilled with the results!!<br />
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Yes...Yes this is ALOT of pictures...I just can't pick a few favorites!! Literally I have 176 good ones LOL!!!!<br />
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</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>NOOO J did not get hurt! But...He did hurt another kid...:( They were doing tackling drills today at practice and it was 3 kids per drill and he was tackling a freshman from the JV team and well..<strike>Long story</strike> confusing story...He facilitated in breaking the young mans arm *insert tears*...J went down low to tackle and the boy tried to jump over him so J jumped up and flipped him over with the boy trying to break his fall with his arm and J said literally you could hear it snap...He said "it was so crazy Mom, coach asked him if he was okay and did he need any water and he said....No but can I get some Koolaid" LOL LOL LOL!! J said the young man kept good in spirits through out the whole ordeal but would ya'll please shoot up some prayers for him! And for J...I know my kid and he's gonna be blaming himself for this one...</b></i></div><br />
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<div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>After our county fair back in August the kids' pigs returned home with us until they go to the butcher. Unfortunately it's looking like we can't get them in until November 8th or something like that! So their eventful lives here on the ranch just keep getting funner! </b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
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</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>I was on the phone with the Hubby and nearly burst out laughing and said "let me call you right back", he's like "HUH why?! What's going on"?! I said just let me call you back! I wanted to snap that picture and send it to him right away! So I did then my phone promptly rings and he says WHAT THE HECK?! I'm like "yep, he's in the tank..." Hubby says "is he going to drown"?! I told him it appeared he'd been in there for at least a couple of hours because he was a bit sunburned on his back *the part of his body that wasn't underwater*...So I left for my meeting and when we got back the Hubby was almost home so DD and I thought it would be awesomely hilarious to see J's face when he seen this (he'd just gotten home also) so I have DD ask him if he's checked on his pig today and he says "no".. So she says well you might wanna do that! So we head out all giggles waiting for him to burst out laughing! BUT he didn't laugh! He didn't think it was one bit funny! In fact he was kind of annoyed with us for laughing as he thought "his pig was going to die"!!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
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<i><b>So I went on the hunt for clothes, I found the shirts that I wanted the Hubby and I to wear and was going to order them from the catalog that I found them in but was weary of what size to purchase for me. So as luck would have it we spent a day in the city a few weeks ago and we went shopping! At one of the western stores in town I found THE shirts I was wanting! I was so very excited! I had picked this blue one for me and a red one for the Hubby, but as soon as I showed them to him he said he really would like the blue one too...He tried to sell me a million reasons why it would be okay for us to have matching shirts but I wasn't so sure about that! I mean I wouldn't mind owning the same shirt and even wearing them on the same day (cause we're kind of weird like that) but I just felt like it would be TO much in the picture. So sis and I headed off to the dressing room to decide which one looked better on me and luck was on Hubby's side because the blue did not look so hot on me, the red one looked good sissy said! So then I got even luckier by convincing the Hubby to let me buy him some retro Wranglers! OHHH I was so excited about that! He is very much just a plain ol Wranglers kind of guy but I just LOVE the *sorry gotta say it* sexiness of the distressed Wranglers UM-HMM!! I of course then coordinated the kiddo's to color fit as well!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
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<a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/85726/dunbarsassy/d052fc4f7411e7329664e993c5d72522.png" /></a>City girl turned Country Girlhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13136747291306184964noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1878331128969051364.post-45200659038155449362010-09-29T02:02:00.000-05:002010-09-29T02:02:53.129-05:00Feels Like I'm Forever Saying Goodbye...<i><b><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;">First off I just want to thank you all for such caring words on my last post! I have not had any more episodes as bad as that one was, just my *normal* increased heart rate and occasional palpitations. My shakiness has been back to normal, no more violent shaking like I had last week. I do intend on going in to the Dr to get a full work up physical done. I realized that I am also having hot flashes ALOT! Now I am way to young for any meno*crap* so I'm not really sure what to think of this, other than maybe high blood pressure causing it?!</span></b></i><br />
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</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>Last Thursday we got word from the Dr's that Terry's body was starting to shut down so to expect him to pass before the weekend was over. Friday night of course we had Friday Night Football and it was the Fall Homecoming game and J was stoked! My momma obviously didn't come to the game as she has literally spent almost all of her time outside of work with Terry. So as I got ready to head out for the game Friday night I knew I needed to stock tissues in my purse as I just felt this was going to be the time. I was sitting up in the bleachers watching the team get ready and I got a text from my momma that Terry's oxygen level was down to 44%, I instantly teared up but pushed through just praying for him and watching the team prepare. </b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>The opposing team won the coin toss and chose to receive 2nd half so they started the game kicking the ball to our team. J is always out during the kickoff but is usually blocking as a senior boy is usually the one who catches and runs it. But this night as I watched the ball fly through the air I realized it was heading straight for J and I kind of panicked! My first thought was being worried for him running with that many kids trying to get him down LOL! Not that he doesn't get tackled in other plays but this seems especially harder with them already running full throttle! Then my next thought was OH get the camera up to shoot! So down comes the ball and YES he catches it~!! I got my camera up and started shooting! He caught the ball at the 20 yard line and started running, he almost got tackled but another player did a nice block and J cut back and shot through the gap and took off! He was running SO fast and the crowd was roaring; screaming for him! I was screaming, my MIL and FIL and SIL were all around me screaming (Hubby works the chain gang so he's right down on the side line)! And a kid dives for J but he manages to shake his fingers from his shoulders and keeps running! He ran and ran all the way to the 7 yd line!!! Then he was tackled right at his ankles, barely got him! He almost made a touchdown, but I was jumping up and down screaming and SO excited that my boy just ran that! And it was strange as I was shooting the pictures when he was running past where I was sitting the sun was so bright coming through my viewfinder that I had to put my camera down, then at some point I picked it back up and snapped a shot right after he got back up with the ball. I had tears welling up in my eyes and knew I had to text my momma right away and tell her but I knew in the instant that I had the feeling to send her the message that she would tell me back that Terry was gone...So I sent her the message and she text me back "That is awesome! Sis, Terry just passed, his pain is over"....OH the sadness that hit my heart was like a 2 ton brick...I just broke down in tears, my SIL put her arms around me and covered my face for me and I just cried. I knew in that instant that God was giving me some kind of gift with that run and the light coming through. It was the strangest thing ever! I text my momma back and told her that it seemed Terry had passed at the same time J was making his run, in true Terry style. My momma agreed that it was a gift indeed.</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
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</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>Saturday night my momma and her friends and I all got together to have some wine and share memories of Terry. Just kind of a grieving time for us all to be together. I went early with my momma and we had dinner and did some shopping and then went to our friend's house. During our time of talking about everything I found out the exact details of Terry's passing which truly left me amazed...</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>My momma had sent me that message that his oxygen was so low and his breathing became very violent and so sad to watch so her and Terry's daughter and his ex-wife (whom he was still great friends with) all took their turns telling Terry that it was okay to leave now, they wanted him to be free from the pain and they would be okay. His daughter who is 19 yrs old struggled so hard to say those words to her daddy but she did it for him. The nurse was in the room checking his vitals right after his daughter said her goodbye's and he flatlined, the nurse said "that's it, he is gone" then they all started sobbing hysterically and within a minute or so Terry very suddenly gasped for breath and his heart started again...The nurse was SHOCKED, she said she had never seen anything like that, but his breathing was very hard and difficult for him so they knew that he had fought his way back because they were so sad. So they then all took their turns again telling him it was going to be okay, they did not want him hurting anymore and to go meet Jesus, this went on for 10 minutes and he left again for the last time...</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>At that precise time my J was running the ball and that bright light blinded me, one of our other friends was driving to the hospital to be with Terry and she was blinded by this strangest light, just like I was. She described it to me as I was describing it to her and we both were at a loss and just new it was beautiful and blinding. All of this time that Terry has been sick he and I both believed that he would be healed. When he got the diagnosis back in May of the metastatic disease he told me "this will not kill me, I will beat it". I was so upset and sad that he was not cured, that he was no longer with us! I wanted him healed!!! </b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>It was told to my momma by the nurse at the hospital that our body does what they call "modeling" when it is shutting down. Which explained his hands being purple Friday morning, see *modeling* is when the heart shuts off blood flow to the "non-important" areas of the body to protect the main organs while your body is shutting down. Even your brain, the last to go is the heart which explains why you seek God with your heart and not your brain because the heart is the strongest. One of our friends said she too was so upset because she too believed he was going to be healed and then another one of our friends said that's what we're missing. God didn't lead us astray in our thinking, he told us Terry would be healed but we just assumed it was healed HERE with us...But it wasn't that way, he was healed through Jesus in Heaven...WOW that was an eye opener!! So while we grieve the loss of our friend we are most thankful that he is HEALED and no longer feels the pain.</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"> <i><b>Today we buried our friend and he will be terribly missed! It was so funny to hear how many different people said one of their favorite things about Terry was his hugs! We all thought that but didn't know the other thought that LOL! He was a gentle giant, one of a kind that's for sure...</b></i></div><br />
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</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>Tonight was a very typical night, DD had gymnastics and dance. One of her BFF's came home from school with her today to stay over tonight (YES on a school night)! Her mama is out of town and her daddy works in the fields from the early hours of the morning and the girls have to be at the school bright and early to leave on a Stuco trip as they are the 6th grade reps for their school. So the Hubby will take them bright and early and send them on their way!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>Our evening at the studio was fun as usual with all of us mom's chatting and laughing at each other while watching our beautiful daughters! Then when we arrived home I turned into the drive and DD's friend M shouted "they're out"!! I immediately stopped my truck and then she said "well I thought I saw one"! She was referring to the 2 puppies we have left and she was right! Just as she shouted that and I stopped the deaf puppy had run under my truck! I was so very thankful that she seen this because she likely would have been run over! I never even seen her :( The puppies had been outside in a pen and somehow knocked it over and were roaming free! We are very lucky nothing happened to them especially with DD's horse only a few feet away! But the Hubby watched her last week when he was out feeding one morning, the deaf puppy had apparently followed him and he didn't know it and after he dumped Krissy's feed she started making this grunting noise and when he turned back he realized that the deaf puppy was underneath her standing by her foot! Of course the Hubby hollered for the puppy out of instinct then realized *duh* she can't hear me! He said he was truly amazed at Krissy because she just watched him intently and made that noise while he got the puppy's attention then got her out of there. Krissy never budged an inch! Man I LOVE that horse!!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>But back to tonight, the girls got the puppies put back where they belong and I rushed in to start cooking dinner. I was making bierocks and hashbrown casserole so I knew it was going to take a little bit of time and I wanted to hurry so I did! I got the hashbrown casserole prepped and in the oven, then got the meat cooked and cabbage cooked and then stuffed the dough and made the bierocks. Hubby got home just as I was finishing up and I was not feeling well! My hands were shaking violently and I felt nauseous and just really not right...The Hubby went to feed the horses then when he came back in he asked me if I was ok? I showed him my hands that were shaking violently and he said yes I noticed that that's why I asked. He then asked if my blood pressure was up and I said yes I kind of feel like it is. See when I went in for my *pre* surgery checkup they noted that I have high blood pressure and an irregular heartbeat but didn't say anything to me about it. I mean I know my heartbeat is irregular, like at a resting time it will beat around 105-110 beats per minute and gets higher than that when I do things, I also have palpitations frequently but I've had it forever so I just have never mentioned it to my Dr. The high blood pressure thing I have suspected at times because I get these feelings that remind me of when I was pregnant with DD and had severe toxemia with a top out blood pressure of 206/160, I was near stroke and could feel it. I obviously know it has not been that high ever again but I do feel it sometimes. My dad suffered from high blood pressure my whole life. </b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>So I was trying to get the dishes washed up (because I refuse to have messy counters and dirty dishes) :) Even if I'm not feeling well and the Hubby very sternly told me to take my butt to the chair and he did everything for me and he's the one that just spent his entire day working very hard...To me, that just says it all...Having a man like that I feel so very blessed! He talked to me and helped me to get my pressure down, I have NO idea why it hit me like that but I feel tons better now!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
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They played a good game Friday night! Unfortunately luck was on the side of the other team as they pulled out a win of 18-14 in the end. Our boys fought hard but ultimately cost themselves the game ofter their offensive line got a bit tired and then we had a few fumbles and you know the drill...Thus is a game of football!!<br />
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</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>My family *likes* chicken but not anywhere near as much as I do! When I made this for the family I also made an italian chicken because I was sure DD would be thrown off by the coconut and the Hubby well he has texture issues...Yep texture...Coconut is one of those that falls under the No-No category in textured food. Also the Hubby is a bit allergic to it, everytime I have *tricked* him in the past into eating or drinking something with coconut in it his throat will kind of swell and itch. BUT I did forget about this little inconvenience when I prepared dinner that night. I told him what I was making and that I knew he wouldn't eat it so I was making him and DD the other kind. But then after my first batch came up and I tried it and died and went to Heaven I told him he MUST try a bite! SO after I *shoved* umm I mean nicely fed him a bite he said "hmm yeah not bad...but I hope my throat doesn't swell in a minute"....OOPS...I only giggled a little after he said it....After I had the rest of dinner prepared I dished out DD and daddy the same chicken and J and I the GOOD stuff and then I look over and notice that the Hubby has added a *small* piece of the good stuff on his plate and I smirked just a bit ;)</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b>J really liked the chicken and I of course LOVED it...Every yummy bite of it...Then the Hubby went back in to get his seconds only this time coming out with only the *good* stuff on his plate! And he sheepishly stated "that's some GOOD chicken"!! YES!! So then I got a little scared cause what if he ate it all?!?! I'm gonna fill you in on a little secret here...I don't eat leftovers...Nope. Sure don't. Because I don't like em. BUT with this I was planning on eating leftovers, yes sirree I was!! Luckily there was 2 pieces left and I had lunch for 2 days! YAY me!!</b></i></div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;"><i><b><br />
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