Things You May Not Know About Me

I have enjoyed discovering new facets of each person I follow.

Now is the time to reveal my ugly secrets.

SIX, NO, SEVEN THINGS ABOUT ME YOU MAY NOT KNOW:

I had rather be outside than inside.

I love horses and have two styles of saddles. The Australian is easier for me to lift and my husband prefers the Western. (Yes, that is dust!)

I love to write and paint. I am not very good at either but that does not take the joy out of doing it.

I collect Bryer horses. Someday I will tell you the story behind that weirdness.

I love some western art.
I do not like to clean house.

And if you didn't know, my darkest secret...I have a strange sense of humor.

Now that you know the real me, will you come back?? I surely hope so.

Secrets

Some babies did not make it, I discovered 48 years after my birth.

My parents married at the end of the second War To End All Wars. My father was there from the beginning to end and was hungry for family life. My mother was in love with the uniform.

At eighteen, Mom was dreaming of a family. At twenty-eight, Dad was eager to comply.

The family came...three girls in eight years. I always wondered about our age difference but never asked.

We are grown now. Mom is gone and we have since lost Dad to Alzheimer's.

Alzheimer's is not pretty but it has a way of breaking secret oaths.

There were others. My sisters and I had siblings that we knew nothing about.

As Dad cried reliving the past, my sisters and I understood. We named the grief we had glimpsed in our parents' eyes.

Our siblings, bundled in hand made quilts, were each laid quietly to rest where we never plowed. They were never named and never mentioned.

It was the way of the times.

Today I bring flowers and say "Hello, I am your little sister."

The Fair

We washed, clipped, brushed

'Til our bodies said, "No more"!
We walked and trotted

And tried to stand still

We declared them ready.

Colors matched horses with handlers

You could smell the tension

Over our minted breaths

Numbers were called

And we walked to public death.

Quaking inside

The training overcame

While we romanced the judge

The horses smiled

And we picked up our feet.

The microphone echoed

We held our breath

Numbers floating on air

Turned into blue and purple ribbons

that said we were the best!!

Blutson ENTPOR...

EINPER, POTYER...I know these are just random letters but I have fun reading the word verifications. Do you ever pay attention to them or just type them without READING them? There are some interesting words in that seldom noticed land of word verification. I, then, having nothing better to entertain me, make up definitions. Example: POTYER is your private bath. LEMIZE is a day in which you just lay around, kinda lazy. KLOLPE is the sound a horses' hooves make. MALNIPI is when you clip the wrong bush.

Isn't this fun?

Next time you sign in to post a comment, just notice...it's never just letters!

Hope everyone has a fire tonight to warm your family and warm your heart.

Whacky Wednesday

No Princess in not dead! She just looks that way...she is napping. I guess you can tell by her belly, she eats well. Yes, well...she eats everything. She eats dog food, cat food, chicken food, cattle food, and everything that does not move out of her way. I even caught her in my arrow head chip bowl eating flint chips!

See how well the cats blend into the surroundings...if my husband had not seen that picture, he would have never know. Good news for each of you who have read my cat story! You each have been awarded a cat. I just need your mailing address.

The next giveaway I have is roosters...pick a color. My sister allows her extra roosters to run loose (cats do not bother them, in fact they eat together). Marcy lets her hens set when they will and they are as fertile as the cats!

One lonely violet hiding from all the flower eating critters.