Thursday, November 26, 2009

I Am Thankful For....

I am thankful for oh, so very much today!  I am going to keep it short and word it like this...
I am thankful for everything and everyone past, present, and future...who enables me to be who I am and do what I enjoy doing!  I am thankful for my health and my familys health...and I am thankful for the opportunity to have owned this old nag!

Enjoy your turkey and family, and thank you for stopping by!!


Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Random Thoughts For The Week

1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear

your computer history if you die.

2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you

realize you're wrong.

3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was


4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.

5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?

6. Was learning cursive really necessary?

7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. I'm pretty

sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.

8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the

person died.

9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.

10. Bad decisions make good stories.

11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work

when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for

the rest of the day.

12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I

don't want to have to restart my collection...again.

13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me

if I want to save any changes to my ten-page research paper that I swear

I did not make any changes to.

14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this --


15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damn

it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to

voicemail. What'd you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run


16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not

seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.

17. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to

answer when they call.

18. My 4-year old son asked me in the car the other day "Dad what would

happen if you ran over a ninja?" How the hell do I respond to that?

19. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.

20. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or

Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lite than Kay.

Sunday, November 22, 2009

The Picture I Was Looking For.....

My contribution to my friends ASWL soldier last year.....just took me a while to find it!!

Patron left, Jack Jack right

And one more...donkeys on the same was REALLY cold that day!!  You can see the frost everywhere!!  Can't wait for that wonderful weather this winter.  Not!

Whew, glad I found these.  These two are just the cutest with their hairy foreheads!


Thursday, November 19, 2009


I was going to post about my mini donks today...first bad news about family...then my dog gets kicked (totally his fault)...then the new cat pees on the dogs bed (yet AGAIN)....then Restoring Joy posts that Beau is heading to the great pasture in the sky.  Took the wind straight out of my sales.  Life is unpredictable and sometimes pretty brutal...

So I dug through my note book with quotes in it and found this one...maybe this will help, maybe not.  Its not too squishy....

Life is crazy.  What will happen is a mystery.  Lving is hardships and happiness, survival is gettng over hurdles with class.

God give us the strength to get through our hurdles with no more than a few scrapes and bruises.....

Friday, November 13, 2009

Mike Rowe For President

Alrighty then...I am not into politics, so I may be going out on a limb here...but I am pretty sure that they Dirty Jobs guy is...well the guy who should be our next president!  If you haven't already, please check out his web site!  Here is the link: .  If that doesn't work, google Mike Rowe, then go to Mike Rowe Works.  Its a pretty fun website and offers a lot of good information.  The Mission Statement is what got me!  I stole it to share with you....Doesn’t it seem strange that we can have a shortage of skilled labor, a crumbling infrastructure, and rising unemployment? How did we get into this fix? Are we lazy? Our society has slowly redefined what it means to have a “good job.” The portrayals in Hollywood and the messages from Madison Avenue have been unmistakable. “Work less and be happy!” For the last thirty years we’ve been celebrating a different kind of work. We’ve aspired to other opportunities. We’ve stopped making things. We’ve convinced ourselves that “good jobs” are the result of a four year degree. That’s bunk. Not all knowledge comes from college. Skill is back in demand. Steel toed boots are back in fashion. And Work Is Not The Enemy. 
As a small business owner I could go on and on about trying to find good help.  I kid you not when I say that our "most senior" employee has been with us just one year.    We have been through 7 outside hires and 11 temps...I have kept track...  Now there are probably a million reasons why some have come and gone, but trying to find someone who will come to work on time when scheduled, come to work ready to work, able to seperate themselves from their cell phones, and home drama for a mere 8 hours is a huge struggle!  Then there is the matter of sobriety/drug testing....I won't even go into wages, vacation, and benifits issue...ugh!  All we need, is some one who can and will work for 8 hours a day for 5 days a week...Ok, I'm done now!!


Thursday, November 12, 2009

The Vetran In My Family Tree

Waist gunner John Wyatt honored for World War II exploits, many of which have been documented by his family

For exemplary service as a member of the U.S. Army Air Forces during World War II, for flying 30 missions as a waist gunner on a B-24, John P. Wyatt of Lewiston was presented U.S. Sen. Michael Crapo's Spirit of Freedom Award Wednesday.
Wyatt, recipient of the Distinguished Flying Cross and Air Medal with three oak leaf clusters, accompanied by his wife of 61 years, Doris Wyatt, and other family members, was honored at the Veterans Day ceremony at the Idaho State Veterans Home at Lewiston.
His memory doesn't work so good anymore, Wyatt, 91, said prior to the event. But he never did talk much about his war years, said his wife and eldest son, Bruce Wyatt.
He had mentioned they put their flak vests on the floor of the plane to stop the debris coming up from below, and that it was sometimes numbingly cold.
They knew he had won the Distinguished Flying Cross for his service and had flown missions over much of Europe. They picked up bits and pieces at the crew's few reunions over the years, including their mission logs.
So that no one forgets, another son, Jeff Wyatt, put together a book for the family: "Over Germany: In Recognition of John P. Wyatt's Service in the U.S. Army Air Corps, 1942-45." It documents his training, the men he served with and the planes they flew.
Among the photographs is one of the fresh-faced young airman with his recently awarded wings, probably taken fresh out of basic training. Then there is a second portrait, still in uniform and at most four years later, but the face is lined and shadowed. The reasons are recorded in the mission log kept by Victor Darilek, the engineer and nose gunner, on the crew of the "Delectable Doris," the B-24 they flew.
"Delectable Doris" wasn't his Doris, whom Wyatt came home to marry in 1949. She was in her early teens when he left for the war, and he was in his 20s. They moved in different circles, she said.
Probably a good thing. Her father wouldn't have been happy if she had been the raven-haired, totally naked Doris on the nose of the airplane. Instead, it was the pilot's English sweetheart Doris.
Wyatt's wife and children have heard the monkey story he was fond of telling after a shift working at the mills in Weippe and Pierce. But it had nothing to do with Mission 9, May 25, 1944, when the plane came home with maybe 400 holes in it. The notation in the mission log reads: "Flak shot up our ship pretty bad. Cut our rudder cables - landed without rudders. [Radio operator gunner A. J.] Galgano and Chi [navigator S. Chiarenza] hit by flak, but not hurt."
Nor does he talk about Mission 14, June 6, 1944, over Normandy.
"This is it!! The invasion of the COAST!!" Darilek wrote. "No flak - no fighters. Ours were the first bombs to hit the invasion coast from the heavy bombers."
Others assignments followed: Mission 16, when the brakes went out on landing. Mission 18, when another B24 had to ditch and sank in 15 seconds. Mission 22, when they almost froze but saw Holland, Belgium, France, Germany and Luxembourg in one day. Mission 26, over St. Lo, France, described by Darilek as "one rough mission, got hell shot out of us. Lost two planes... Got three holes in our ship."
Mission 26, over Brunswick, Germany: "Feathered No. 1 engine. Lost a few ships. Plenty of sweating, getting nervous.
And finally, Mission 30, Aug. 25, 1944, over Wismar, Germany, at a time in the war when surviving 30 bombing runs was a ticket out of the war: "7 Hrs. 50 Min." Darilek recorded. "No fighters, plenty of flak. Easy raid ... I've had it."
No, Wyatt preferred to tell his wife and children about a monkey. It belonged to the pilot, Bill Graff, who wanted to send it home to his little sister until he found out what six months' of quarantine would cost.
That monkey was mean, as Wyatt told the story. It bit everyone, it did unspeakable things in their towels and ate their candy bars. Everyone hated it.
So finally a couple of the crew members caught it in a box, ran a hose from a vehicle exhaust into it and waited. Half an hour later, they thought surely the dirty deed was done and opened the box. The monkey "just flew out of there," and unfortunately, to their way of thinking, appeared none the worse for the experience. Eventually, the pilot gave it away and peace reigned until their 50-year reunion when someone told the surprised man what had been done. It had been half a century, but he still got mad, Doris Wyatt said. Samantha Wyatt, John and Doris' granddaughter, heard the Mission 9 story as related by other crew members and turned it into a story for a seventh-grade class assignment.
As she records it, the pilot, Graff, was ordered by the ground control to ditch the plane in the English Channel after their rudder was hit. A big, lumbering B24 was hard to get out of in the air or in the water. Men were killed by its huge tail when they tried to parachute. Then there was the icy cold water. The chances of survival were low at best.
The pilot, veteran of just five flights, was scared; he'd lost his nerve, they said. Wyatt was the old man of the crew, just a sergeant. He pulled out his handgun and pointed it at the pilot. "You will land this plane, pilot. You can do it. Land the plane," Samantha wrote. The others stood with him, preferring to take their chances together.  Slowly, the pilot brought the plane back under control, and they landed safely.
John Wyatt denied that's what happened. There was no gun involved, he told his family. The pilot just "needed talking to."

Hats off to you Grandpa!
P.S. This is from the Lewiston Morning Tribune

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

Happy Vetrans Day!

A little late getting this up...I was looking for a picture of my mini donks with a sign in between them that said that something about protecting our asses.  I took it for my friends soldier that she had adopted from ASWL last year.  She got him a digital picture frame and then sent out e-mails to all of her friends to take pictures of them, their kids, homes, or what ever with a thank you sign with them, for him.  She ended up having her message forwarded to people she didn't even know and got around 100 different pictures for the was pretty cool! 
Also hope to have a little something on my grandfather up tomorrow, he served in WWII and was honored today at the Vetran's Home in Lewiston.  I was unable to make it, which makes me suck as I am only 3 hours away...shame on me!

Thank you to everyone and their families that make it possible for me to live my little life the way I want, while feeling safe and sound while doing it!  There is no way I could actually thank any of you enough.

The Rest Of The Mules!

The land lord has 3 more mules besides Good Ol' Becky Mule. This is where some people may roll their eyes, quit reading, or leave a nasty gram... But goes!

I admit that I feed animals that if I had the choice I would either sell or euthanize. And one of these mules tops the list out here. Its just the way it is. Years ago, I worked for a boarding stable and found myself thinking the same thing, "Life is too short to feed some animals." Now before I go any farther; I am not saying torture, slaughter, or in any way abuse said animals...but merely sell them or end their lives humanly. That being said, please note that I care for these animals with as much thought, planning, and work as I do the rest of the animals... I call the vet for them, schedule the farrier for them, doctor them, fly wipe them, and give them as good a life as I am able to provide for them...because its my job and I don't want to see anything suffer.  But I don't "love" them, and they probably don't love me...

Tequilla's rump, Chad's mare in background.
The first mule is Tequila. She is 23 and is out of a tabiano draft cross mare and a standard jack. Tequila was born here at the ranch and has never lived anywhere else. Well except for the time that the land lord took her to hunting camp and lost her and his horse. He went back several times during the fall and was unable to find either of them. When he tried one more time the following spring, he found signs of a horse/mule in the area. He followed the signs and found little Tequila without her halter and hobbles (thank God!), with a split in her ear that had already healed, but other than that, in really good shape. He loaded her up and took her home, he assures me this was the first and last time he lost one of his animals. He also told me he never found his horse, saddle, or anything else he had left on him...he is still bummed that he lost his good saddle horse, but is sure that someone found the horse and took it home. The land lord loves happy endings...and well, I will go with it! All of this happened way before my arrival...again Thank God! So little Tequila is used as a saddle mule and a pack mule. The land lord says that they tried to break her to pull, but she would have none of it. Due to her smaller size she wasn't really able to "match up" with any of the other mules that he was using for pulling at the time, and he decided to just bag it and ride/pack her only. Tequila is quite fun to ride and is gaited...I believe they call it single footing, but I don't know for sure. So rather than trotting she will give you her little gait first, and you can really cover some ground in a comfortable way! I just love it. Tequila also really likes to buck. Now its not that stupid little crow hopping with the arched neck, it is a full on putting her head between her ankles and pitching. I was on her one time when she got her head away from me and she can really get into it. Luckily she only got a couple of hops before I got her head up and her back on her way. I have been told that she has tossed many a person and has quite the reputation in our little neighborhood for doing so.

Tequilla heading through the gate, Scarlett bringing up the rear.
Little Tequila has one other not so sweet reputation 'round these parts...the little poop likes to jump the fence. Well at least hop into and crash through the fence. If the sweet little dear feels that the grass is greener on the other side of the fence and she is being neglected...over and through the fence she goes, and once she has "opened" the fence out goes the others! Its lovely when that happens! Not!

Scarlett in front, Missy in rear...a wee bit muddy!
Next we have Scarlett and Missy, in the pasture they are inseparable so I'll start talking about them together. These two mules are full sisters, and no one would ever know it...not that we all look like our siblings, but they are no true similarities in these two, other than their color. These girls share the same sire as Tequila, Duncan the Donkey. (Who was gone way before I got there...given away to someone else who wanted to raise their own mules.) Unlike Tequila's mom these two are out of a register Belgian mare. The land lord wanted to raise a couple of blond mules, but ended up breeding said mare to Duncan several times and getting only brown mules. I don't know how it all washed out that he kept these two girls and got rid of the others, but these two he kept.

Fiona on left, Scarlett right.
Well I suspect he kept Scarlett because she is really big and pretty sweet for the most part....but to me Missy is a mystery. And she is one that I think life is too short too feed in this post... But, I digress. Miss Scarlett is pretty handy. The land lord drives her single, double, four up, and six up. He also rides and packs her. She rides English or Western and loves to jump. He had at one point even started trying some low level dressage with her, but she is now used mostly as a trail mule when he rides. Scarlett had a driving partner that the land lord sold and Missy is now her partner, which suits them both just fine. For the most part Scarlett really doesn't have any real "trouble" areas...if Scarlett wants on the other side of the fence, she jumps, but she can actually clear she doesn't take anyone with her, unless little ol' Tequila sees her and decides its a great idea! Scarlett is two years younger than Missy, but is definitely the leader.  Rarely will Missy go over the fence after Scarlett, she usually stays on the original side and paces...but if little Tequilla "opens" the fence, she will go.

Jamison left, Missy on the right.  Note her fat rolls.

Missy has one of the prettiest heads on a mule I have seen. She also has much better confirmation than Scarlett and Tequila, unfortunately its hard to tell with all of her fat rolls. They are like child size sleeping bags stuffed under her coat...they are awful. I am pretty sure that she has some sort of blood glucose issue, like the ones that I have read about in many magazines...the actual name escapes me, but I am sure that this is a problem that should be addressed. The land lord chooses to ignore it, she has been like this her entire life and is in her late far his rational has done no outward damage, but who knows. Missy is used as a driving mule, pack mule, and saddle mule. I wouldn't call her good at any of them. Missy used to drive with Becky, then Becky retired...lucky Becky!

L to R...Scarlett, Fiona, Jamison, Missy, Horse Girl, Mave, Abbi and Kage.
Missy is big and strong enough, that she would bolt and drag Becky down the road...matter of fact I was behind her in the wagon when she did it the last time and as we were screaming down the road at oncoming traffic with 3 ft snow drifts on the side of the was the first time in my life that I actually thought I was going to die. We couldn't get the wagon stopped, I couldn't jump, and well it didn't seem as though we would be able to get off the road either... Finally Mike was able to drag Missy's head around until the point that she had to turn and plow headlong into the snow bank. It was all I could to cowgirl up and stay in the wagon for the remainder of the ride home. So Missy has almost killed me...and I haven't been in a wagon with her on the hitch since.

Since I have been at the farm Missy has drug the land lord through the pond on the stone boat, drug him while he held onto her halter trying to hitch her to the wagon, bolted down the road with Scarlett stopping only when they reached the barn yard, stomped 2 farriers, broke the foot of another, pulled the fence down when tied to a post, pawed down the barn door, and broken my finger. Catching her is no easy task either, grain is not even a guarantee to success....if you re lucky you can get Scarlett caught before Missy gets her running and then take her far enough away that Missy can't touch her and walk around behind her for what seems like hours until she stops and faces you. Then after walking up to her slowly, extending your hand for her to smell slowly, and holding your breath and saying a little prayer, you can slip the halter on her. If said process fails on the first attempt, I start all over again...not fun!! I am pretty sure she is troubled...she will stand quiet, let you think every ones on the same team and then blow. I mean blow like you stabbed her with a sharp stick, then act as though you may do it again. Not allowing you near her for a good 20 minutes or so. Its insane, well she's insane. One day the land lord loves her and the next he doesn't. I don't, never have, never will.

And those my friends are the rest of the mules...the good, the bad, and the ugly! Sorry these are pictures of them in their winter clothes, but for the life of me, I can't find any pictures of them from the summer months. I know I have some, but what disk they are on is a mystery right now! If I make it to summer with this thing, I'll get some different pictures up of these girls!

Scarlett and Missy...Kage too.

Monday, November 9, 2009

The Quote and the Picture Have Nothing in Common!

I just like this picture...took it at Barrett-Jackson, and wanted to use it today.

And I like this quote...I read it on a wall at a gym I worked out at waaaaayyyy back when I lived in Reno.

*Be careful of your thoughts,
they become your words.
*Be careful of your words,
 they become your actuions.
*Be careful of your actions,
they become your habbits.
*Be careful of your habbits,
they become your character.
*Be careful of your character,
it becomes your destiny.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

Thought For The Day!

Never be afraid to laugh at yourself, after all, you could be missing out on the joke of the century.

- Dame Edna Everage

Monday, November 2, 2009

Got This In An E-Mail Today

Big Gelding, Are you cowboy enough?

Date: 2009-10-27, 3:36PM

Big grade gelding. Been used as a pickup horse until he got hooked by a bull. Think he has a split personality, some days he's great, some days he's a real prick. No secrets here, you need to tranq him to shoe him or he will try and kick your head off. He has been used for branding, moving cows, ranch roping ect. And like I said, some days he is great, we have had beginner riders on him and they have done fine, I have ridden him in the hills or gathered on him and he was fine,He is not great to catch, although we have him turmed out on 140 acres so he can leave if he wants, but in a smaller pen he is much better. he just needs someone that isnt going to take his shit on a regular basis. He needs to be taken and used. If you are looking for a horse that you can ride twice a year, well then this is not the horse for you., But if you use your horse as often as you change your pants then he will probably suit you perfect. We bought him with the intention of selling him and because we have more than enough horses he has gone to the bottom of the priority barrel. He is not a horse for the faint hearted, if you are handy and need a project or if you think you are handy and need to try and prove it. Please call 406-239-8634. I think he is about 11 years old. 15.3 hands. Anwsers to the name of Dick. Ok, he doesn't anwser, thats just what I call him. $2,500 obo.

Now thats funny stuff!!

Hope it made someone else smile!!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

The New Guy

This is not the face of a happy girl!


Theres a new cat in town....


So far M-Kitty isn't laughing!  This little guy came from a home with other cats and big dogs.  Which is a bonus with Kage around.  He is good with cats that don't run, not so good with cats that do run.  Little kitty knows that when the dogs growls, get out of his space...and walk when the dog is behind you...  Now if his little manness wouldn't growl and hump up at M-Kitty, maybe they could kiss and make up!

Its only the first night...I am sure that M will make him her "own" son in the next couple of days.  This will be his first night away from his momma, so...She is pretty maternal and has "adopted" other young cats...he just needs to not be sooo full of himself and let M show him the ropes of the house!

Until he gets a clue, she is going to pout and "call" me over to her and express her disgust with is lack of respect of her and her home....Yes, thats her "I'm not happy" place...she has been there off and on for the last hour!

I think she hates the time change, too!  Sure know that I do!!  I feel like I should be getting ready for bed right now...not in an hour...poor little me!!