GOODBYE MY FRIEND

My dad woke us up this morning for he was coming to get the ponies and take them to be shod. He told me something was wrong with the grey one. Said he was down. We ran out and got him up and started walking him. Called Nathan and Kyle told them to get here quick for I had one trying to colic. Then called Randy(vet) he meet me at his office and gave me some medication to give him and said he would be on as soon as possible(he had an emergency at office). Randy then showed up and pumped his stomach, gave him some more medication and told me that we wasn't out of the woods yet. Everyone left, I then went around the house and something told me to check on him and he was down again. I got him up and called Randy again. This went on for a couple of hours till we made the decision to put him down for he was suffering and nothing else could be done. When Randy got back from his truck, he said that it was too late for the little one had passed. There has been alot of crying done around here, I buried him under the trees by the barn. It seemed that his gut got twisted and nothing else could have been done. I cut off his tail and put it up. When we got him laid out in the hole , I crawled down there with him, cryed some tears, rubbed him for the last time, and gave him a kiss and told him what a good pony he was. Yes, there still are tears flowing here at the house not just by me but everyone around. It is hard to loose a beloved pet, but that is one of the chances one takes when dealing with animals. It doesn't make it any easier but you know there is a chance of one dying whenever you bring an animal home. So, Goodbye Jose, you were well loved and will be missed. Run your little heart out over on the greeniest pasture you have ever seen and one day, we will meet again.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU, SAM

Today is my neice's birthday. She turned 12. Her name is Samantha but I call her Sam. We are very close. This is the rugrat that outran me at the rodeo. Tracey, she is the one who was screa
ming the whole time she was running barrels.So, Sam, this is for you........
I remember the night 12 years ago when Aunt Tea called and told me to get to the hospital. I arrived around 10 that night. I wanted so bad to go into the room and see your Mom but the nurses wouldn't let me. You see, your Mom was very sick and they wanted to keep your Mom quiet and for her to rest as much as possible. So, I had to sit out in the lobby with everybody else and that didn't fair too well with me. As the hours past, I paced, somebody needed to tell me what was going on. It wasn't until early that next morning, when they came out and said that your Mom was pushing. Away down the hall I ran. Guess what, they still wouldn't let me in. That was alright for I got down on my stomach and looked up under the door. Yup, there was a huge crack between the door and the floor. I couldn't see very much but the doctor's and nurses feet. I honestly believe every time your Mom pushed, so did I. I didn't see you come into this world but I heard you. You had my heart strings right then. How could this screaming infant who I haven't laid eyes on, take my heart? When I was finally able to enter the room, I ran to you. I then whispered some sweet love and promises in your little ear. And even sung happy birthday to you. When I look at you, not only are you a part of your Mom and Dad but a part of me. As I have watched you grow up to the beautiful young lady you are, my heart just busts with pride. As I watch you ride and compete with me at rodeo's and barrel races, honey, you do my heart good. As you mouth off to your ole Aunie about needing her to ride her ride, you bust my pocket book but that is okay for your ole Aunie will gladly give it you. So Sam, just remeber that nothing is too big for you to do (you did out run me) , nothing to big that you can't come to your Aunie, nothing is ever out of your reach. So go for it!!!! Just remember you will always be Aunie's pride and joy and I love you very much, rugrat

HANG ON SON, MOMMA'S COMIN'

I know, you all have done seen the picture but I miss my little cowboy.

TO MY FRIENDS.........

Tonight as I went and read through my friends blogs. I couldn't help but think how much richer and blessed my life as gotten just since the first of the year. I have meet someone wonderful people and though we have never meet face to face, I honestly feel like I know them like an 'old shoe'. Someone who you are comfortable with, can tell them anything that is laid on your heart, someone you can cry to when the times are bad. And know deep down in your heart, when they tell you they are praying, believe me, they are. I can name off several who have requested prayer for themselves, for a child, a grandchild, a husband, or child, or for the unborn grandchild, and these women are the very ones who in my opinion, are true prayer warriors. I know I couldn't have made it this far without each and every one of their prayers. So... this is for my friends whom I have a special place in my heart for . Thanks for being you, thanks for each and every prayer you sent up for me and my family, thanks for being the inspiration in my life , thanks for allowing me to rant and vent my fustrations, thanks for well,,,, for being my friend!!!! I know that because of you, I am a better person and richer than life itself.

GOOD GOLLY MISS MOLLY

Okay, this is one of the new horses here on the farm. This is Molly, she is 3 and is a paint. Right now, she is a good trail horse but later on we are going to see if she has what it takes to chase cans. She is about 14,5 hands tall. And very loveable. She just looks at you with those huge eyes come feeding time and you can't help but love on Warning!!!!!! Just don't walk up behind her. We are going have to tie an orange ribbon around her tail when we go somewhere to warn others not to walk up behind her. I still haven't figured out why she does that. Any ideas? You can go under her, in front of her just not behind her.

THE DATE HAS ARRIVED......

I have an offical date of when Family Weekend is at Fort Knox. It's September 27, 28, and 29. I'm already packing. I can't wait to see JB. I will leave out on Thursday night so I can be there at the base on Friday at 10 am. He can leave the base at the time Friday and return Sunday by 4 pm. It's been two months and my arms are aching. I know, he is not a baby anymore but wait, it doesn't matter how old or how big they get, they will always be Moma's baby. After that weekend, I will go back in November to see graduation then we will find out where he will go after that. All I can say, is be on the look out for a bronze color Malbu with a MS tag that reads,'2lmz' for I'm hello bound to see my son.I'm not stopping until I reach the gates on Wilson RD. Now, don't you know that those Sargeants are going to think something when this southern redneck woman comes tramping in with her overalls, boots , apron , and hat. lol
We got a little shower this afternoon and all it did was make the temps go up higher. Now do you see why I don't bother brushing my hair. I have natural curly hair and with the humidty it screws to my head. If I was to try and brush it I couldn't get through the door. I do straighten it sometimes but it takes me over an hour. I have very thick hair. Anyway,,,,,,,, I got a new baby goat. My friend Justin called and asked to me take this baby and raise it for him. The Mother's bag dried up and the little fellower isn't big enough to survive without milk. I have named her 'Jeri Curl'. She is black and tan with curly curly hair. She is adorable.

Have you heard......

Has anyone of you been listening to the news? I heard today on the radio, the t.v., and in the newspaper that Mississippi led with the most adults being obesity. It said that MS had over 30% of adults that were overweight. Nearly every southern state was listed right up there with the top. Said one of the reasons were because we didn't exercise like other states did. Oh, one reporter stated that we (MS) needed to lay off the gravey and find a gym. Said that we loved our gravey, fried chicken, fried fries, and everything else fried and that was causing our problems. Now, I don't know about the rest of you folks but I'm not eating unless something is fried. I have gotta have my fried foods. It is part of the food pyramid, right? I know that was what my Grammie always said, and my Grammie wouldn't tell a storey. Yup, I have to have fried foods, I have to have fried chicken, fried chicken livers, fried pickles, fried mushrooms, fried squash, fried eggs, fried potatos, fried potatos, fried corn fitters, and so on but the most important thing is fried TWINKIE!!!!!!
Look, us southerns aren't lazy, heck, I wish that reporter would follow me around one day and then lets see who wants a gym. Hauling hay is building muscles, milking, building up the hands, and arms, Look, who needs a gym when you live on a farm. As far as our eating and not getting out there an exercising, baloney. Us Southerns know how to cook. Why just look around. We ain't missing too many meals. Hmmmm. appearently someone knows how to cook.