My Husband is Creepy

My husband is freakishly un-natural the last couple days.

Last night he went outside with Mela, and I went in our room to change for bed. Our window was open, like it usually is (sorry Paxtons, don't look over the fence). Wes was just standing there looking in our bedroom while I was changing, like it's something he's never seen before. Either way he hadn't said anything so when I noticed him I sort of screamed and crouched on the floor. Who does that?!?! Who just stalks their wife through their bedroom window, then doesn't understand why she freaked out?

Then this morning I was vacuuming the basement, for the zillionth time this month, while he was changing Dylan. Just vacuuming, when I notice he and Dylan are sitting on the stairs watching me. Again, my heart stops. If you're going to be in my space when I think I'm alone and can't hear you, make your presence known!

And again I was in Dylan's room with him while he was throwing a temper tantrum, so screaming. Wes came home from work to get something, again not loudly enough that I hear him in the house. So when I come out of Dylan's room and run into him in the hall I'm really ready to pass out at this point. It's not nice to sneak up on people that much. I've asked him in the past when he comes home from work at odd times to let me know it's him so I won't think someone has broken into the house.

For the love, I don't know how much more my heart can handle.

10 Years

Last night was my 10 year high school reunion. I only found out about it earlier this week. And I really wanted to go. There were people that I went to high school with and were good friends with that I really wanted to know what happened to them and what they were doing.

However; going back to high school is like being in high school again. Gone is the confident adult and the insecure teenager returns. I thought more about what I was going to wear last night than I do any other time. I put on makeup, there was no reason to look older than I am. And after I talked Jenny into going with me, driving with me, I started to get kind of nervous. I made Wes park at the far side of the parking lot so I could scope it out from a distance in case I didn't know anyone there. If that were the case I was planning on just being a visitor to Wheeler Farm, taking my kid to see the animals. But no, suddenly Jenny was confident and wanted to just go over there and get it over with.

It was sad I mostly looked around and thought, "I went to school with these people for 3 years. Who are they?" Apparently my memory is going with age. There were people I recognized but didn't want to talk to. We never talked in high school, why start now? In all honesty, most of the people I wanted to see didn't come. I hung out with people who were more likely to get a 5 on an AP test than score 1 for the team. Apparently being smart means you're smart enough to not show up.

What kind of cracked me up though, was our senior class president was sadly bald and looked like someone's dad, and the student body president shaves his chest hair. It was an interesting experience that made me feel old, so I don't know if I'll repeat it. I like to think that I'm pretty young most of the time.

I Have Triumphed

I had a dream that my horse reared and slashed at me and knocked me down. I was hospitalized because I was hurt so bad. It was a horrible dream. And consequently made me fear my horse. I mean he only out weighs me by a thousand pounds, what's the big deal. I hadn't seen him or ridden him in 2-3 weeks from being out of town, working and keeping my house ridiculously clean. And last Thursday we were starting the second session of therapy. Cindy, who schedules the therapy, told me that she hadn't scheduled Sampson and it was my choice whether or not to bring him. I was thinking, "Great, an out. I don't have to face him for another week." (Also, I had myself convinced that I couldn't tow the horse trailer with my 4Runner anymore, I really needed a truck or I would die in some horrible accident.)

Then I grew a backbone. I thought, "What's the matter with me? I'm being a sissy. That's not who I am. I can load my own horse in a trailer and tow him up to Farmington and everything will be fine." And so I did. I did use a bucket of grain to get him into the trailer, because we hadn't done it for a couple of weeks, I didn't want to fight him to get him in and leave us both frustrated.

So we were up at therapy, and we did end up using him. So it's a good thing I brought him. And then my nightmare is coming true. He's tied up to the wall like all the other horses and he's the only one who can't stand still. (not really unusual) But instead of just fidgeting, he's hopping around and tossing his head like he's really agitated about something. At this point my heart is already pounding, just walking over to him while he's upset. But I didn't want him to hurt himself being tied up. So, I went and untied him and had him run in circles at the end of his lead rope. For the most part it's going fine and I can keep him jogging to keep his head together, but occasionally he's bucking and taking on crazy bursts of speed at the end of this rope that I'm holding. I'm getting more freaked out and trying not to show it. I'm in charge, this is my horse and my responsibility. Every now and then during this he stops running and turns and faces me (they're not supposed to do this) and I'm really freaking out because it's my dream in real life. He's going to charge me and knock me down. My solution to this facing me thing is to hurry and slip to the side of him and encourage him to start moving again. After a few times of the extra freaking out, I figure out it's the lawn mower outside the arena that's spooking him. What an idiot! He's in a pasture surrounded by lawns that get mowed regularly. The whole behavior stopped all together when I tied him up where he could see the lawn mower.

Bottom line: I faced my nightmare and I overcame. All the while thinking that I shouldn't have pushed against my gut feeling to not take him. He's a good boy and I love him.

Lake Powell

I'm stealing these pictures off my mom's facebook account. I lost my camera between Colorado and Utah, but it's been found. So we were at Lake Powell and I got sick because I was too stressed out about keeping my house clean to sell it. I'm a freak, I haven't done that since my licensing boards.
I really loved having Wes there, so we were a whole family. But I think he's afraid he's going to drown. (I'm joking. He was a life guard when I met him and an excellent swimmer, and had the body that went with it.)

I love that of all the things we don't have in common we have this. For some reason loving the lake and everything you can do on it is very important to me.

That's why we're doing this. I really want DVS to love it too.Wes really wanted to be the one to take Dylan kneeboarding the first time, but he was too big and pushed the board too far under the water. So, I did it and pulling an extra 25 lbs makes a difference.

Wes found other things to introduce Dylan to.

Evan decided he'd already had a great day wakeboarding and so he rocked it old school on the two skis.