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Memorial Day Weekend in Boring Pictures

Memorial Day Weekend in Boring Pictures

We had a pretty fast and furious trip to North Carolina this weekend for a friend’s wedding. Our flight left at 5:15am on Friday morning, and I now know what it feels like to be within 60 seconds of having the jetway doors shut in your face. Not a fun feeling. Needless to say, I spent a lot of time not getting enough sleep and being a tad loopy. By loopy, I mean loopy enough to model my not very…

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An Object in Motion

An Object in Motion

Last week was not my week. We won’t get into the crux of it, but on Friday night I was so looking forward to the weekend when we’d have sunshine and lots of barn time!  Plus, super awesome blog friend Tracy was coming to Austin for the weekend and we had fun plans to hang out.  We did hang out, and it was super fun but I’m going to save the fun post for tomorrow and today share my stupidity with y’all. First, on Friday…

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The Slumps

The Slumps

I am in the slumps right now.  ‘The’ slumps is a lot like a slump, but it takes an article and a plural because there are more than one. Typically in December, I lose a lot of riding motivation.  This is normal, and I step back from my usual 4-5 times a week to a more 2-3 times a week.  I just tell myself that we’ve been working really hard, and it’s okay to take a step back and give…

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I Interrupt This Monday

I Interrupt This Monday

I interrupt your regularly scheduled Monday so I can bitch about a hipster who I think may be currently plotting my demise.  But first, let’s back up a little. Originally this weekend I had fun horsey plans scheduled, but I had to cancel.  To make myself feel better about originally cancelled plans, I made different fun horsey plans which… as you guessed, were cancelled.  Therefore much of my weekend was spent with me trying my best to stick to my diet…

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Attack of the Winged Insects

Attack of the Winged Insects

I live in a very old house.  When I say old, I’m speaking more like Eddie Izzard’s opinion on American history than old old.  Our house is no 1800’s New England  house (lived in one of those too), but it was built in the 1930’s and it wasn’t built all that well.  More sharecropper’s shack than chic bungalow. Not only is our shoddy cute house old, but it’s also the most secure part of our wealth.  Why is that important?  Because…

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Selfie Sunday – Sickie

Selfie Sunday – Sickie

I dropped off my husband early Thursday morning for a bachelor party weekend in North Carolina.  I was happy for him to have a weekend with close friends goofing off and forgetting about responsibilities.  For me, I had several days scheduled of lots of barn time and working on my yard planting spring flowers. What did I get instead?  102 fever on Thursday.  I stayed home from work and slept all day.  By sleeping all day I also slept through feeding…

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Good, Bad, Fact

Good, Bad, Fact

Good – Eliot and Pascale are getting along really well lately.  Eliot’s new medication makes him more playful, and I’ve witnessed them wrestling together in the yard on more than one occasion. Bad – Eliot went after BT again last night very aggressively.  He injured her remaining eye, although not very badly and she should be 100% fine (hopefully).  This attack came out of the blue with all the current medication and training we’ve been doing in place. Fact – My husband first…

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Selfie Sunday – Case of the Mehs

Selfie Sunday – Case of the Mehs

This entire post is full of first world problems.  I have nothing legitimate to complain about, and I realize this.  Compared to some people’s problems, I am oh so lucky at the moment. That being said, I’m going to whine a little bit. While 2014 certainly could be worse, it hasn’t exactly gotten off on the right foot.  Dog drama abounds in my house.  We are almost two weeks post BT’s enucleation and I still haven’t been able to breathe easy…

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