Drive By Shooting...

seems to be the best I can do these days.  These animals are not mine, just some between here and work.

Some nice mule colts

A poorly proportioned miniature horse

An interesting bovine with a white mule in the background

A wooly miniature, I would say Class B

I am not responsible for their condition, only their photo.

I am sure they are hoping for spring too.

Animals everywhere I shoot.

If You Haven't Guessed...

I pretty much set my mind on something and do it.  Need something built, I do it, may take me longer but I do get it done.

I needed a hair cut, work six days a week so hard to fit an appointment in.  I am also kinda a I want it now gal.   Got a wonderful pair of utility scissors for Christmas.  These are the cat's meow!  Good for cutting cans, plastic, limbs and I soon discovered they are wonderful on hair. 

I am sitting in my corner, in my comfy chair and run my hands through my hair, gosh, sure need a hair cut.  I look around like a stylist is going to jump from behind the table and I spy my wonder shears.  I place my trash can in front of me, grab the dog brush and the shears and go to work.  Now, this is more than likely making you think, how crazy is this person.  Hey, I wanted my hair cut, I used what was handy.

I remember seeing the stylist comb straight up and cut.  So that is exactly what I did.  Then I remembered seeing one just kinda snip into the hair to thin it, I did that too.  Did it all by feel, did not look once into a mirror nor did I worry what it would look like.  I am loving these shears.

I run to extremes with my hair.  If I can get past the awkward stage, I will have long hair.  If not, the shorter the better.  I do not like it anywhere in between.  I have had hair to my waist and have had spiked hair.  I have had crimped, permed, colored, and frosted.  This was when I had time to go to the beauty shop. God frosts my hair now so I have stopped.  My hair grows very fast and in the summer it is up or very short.  I must be getting ready for summer because there is no way I can get a rubber band around any of my hair that is left....I love it!  Even took my own picture...not bad for a dog brush and shears!

Just think of all the money I saved!

My Poor Pitiful Car

Dirt and mud clings to it while this morning's view of the valley was frosty and cool...but there was a hint of something new in the sky.

Just for a moment,

through my dirty windshield,

I spied a stranger

and life became better for it.

Sunshine!

It did not stay long

but it warmed the air

and held the promise of spring.

The last of the snow

is leaving reluctantly.

We Are Hunters and Gatherers

I borrowed this picture.

Where my man keeps his stuff is messier.

Hunters and gatherers ran through my mind today. Did I think of nomad tribes wandering here and there, hunting game and gathering edible plants, nuts and fruit?

NOPE, not me. I thought of how Hubby gathers his stuff around his chair as if, when it were put away, he may never see it again. I thought about how he HUNTS for his stuff and I GATHER it for him and put it back where it is supposed to be.

I have to admit I have a couple of corners like that. One, my computer center, is piled with important pieces of paper and the things I need while computing. My other corner is beside my chair but limited to one side table, stacked high with about ten books. I know I can not read them all at once but if I put them away, I will need them. I will have to HUNT and GATHER them from where ever I decided to put them away. So they stay there, my Dog Whisperer, my Horse Riding for Dummies, a few good novels, a dog breed book, a tablet and a pencil.

Now I have confessed to my corners, we shall talk about Hubby's. What ever may be needed for any thing is in this corner where he will "know where it is". We have a shop with a lean to, a boat shed, a barn, a smokehouse and a basement but these things must stay here.

Dead batteries, pennies, ammunition of all sorts(the guns are in a cabinet), knives, things he got for Christmas, bolts, various flashlights and keys that fit nothing. This is just naming a few things.

After years of cleaning this corner and putting things in my proper order, I have admitted defeat. I have tried to make life easier by expanding his corner. It has a desk, with drawers. He has a side table, oops, make that two. I have even supplied a large trash can so he does not have to leave his corner to throw something away. And yet he still HUNTS for every thing although he swears he put it right there, did I move it, what did I do with it, where is this? Now I can just say, in your corner.

I  fixed a tool closet with MY tools. I have...HAD all tools in order so I could just reach in and find what I needed without looking. Now, they are gone because Hubby could not find his and since mine were so handy, you guessed it, mine are gone now too. I shall become the GATHERER once again.

It may not be food but I do think man and woman maintain their original roles. He is the Hunter and I, forever it seems,  shall remain the Gatherer.

My Yoda

Remember the half naked foster dog I had, then I didn't have, then I adopted him.  I called him Yoda because of his big ears and lack of hair.  Yoda's hair is coming back but his ears are still big.

His coat is much improved from his first picture.  I suspect he has some Silkie in him but we shall never know.  It doesn't matter anyway because his heart is what counts.  This tiny eight and a half pound ball of fur has a heart as big as a mountain.

I have adorned him with jewlry.  He has two name tages, a peace symbol, a teddy bear and a rock band symbol on his collar.  He jingles and I know if he is with me in the dark.

I have had dogs all my life but I don't believe I have ever had one so devoted to just me.  It  was a sore point with me because Hubby would win over every dog I would bring home.  Yoda sees only me!  He loves me!  He plays with others and begs for attention but when I am in the room, I am all he sees.  It amazes me that such a little bundle can show complete selfless love for a turd like me.  Hubby calls him Pogo because he jumps for my attention so much.

I can't fatten the little bugger so he may always be bony, maybe part of his breeding, at least he is covered with hair now.  I serve him food with gravy, delicious treats, and ply him with people food.  Nothing puts meat on this guy's bones!

So here he is, a spot of nothing, when I have always had big dogs.  I could carry him in my purse but I will never do that.  I am training him to be a farm dog with seeds stuck in his hair, teaching him how to play in the creek, and how to be good around horses.  Maybe I can teach him to ride.