Marley and Me.
Not that it wasn't funny. Not that it wasn't well done. But all the people who thought it was great, aren't as close to the end as we are. I knew the dog got old and died at the end. That's why I put off seeing it. Mela probably only has a year or two left. A few months ago she couldn't get up due to arthritis. Now she's on a miracle drug and doing fine, but how long will that last.
Anyway, Wes and I both cried and cried. More than we have over anything in a long time. We are blessed people and have very little to be sad about. But knowing that we don't have much time left with our dog, that movie hit too close to home.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tea for Two
Dylan and I went a'protestin' today. I took these awesome picture with my phone camera. 
It was freezing and we were soaking wet, so we didn't stay long. Were I a smart person, I would have put on my goulashes that were in the back of my car, and brought the umbrella from the back seat. 
Since I'm not a smart person my pants were wet 1/2 way up my calves, soaking my socks, and both our hoodies were pretty damp. It's been a long time since I've been to a protest, and I figure it's never too soon to teach a kid how this world runs. 
So we didn't have a sign, and I never did see who was talking. But maybe just because I paid $4 to park downtown and stood in the snow for awhile, Obama will know that I'm the only one who can take my husband's hard earned money. 
We stopped for lunch in some office building on our way back to the car.
Note: Wes has just informed me that the president and Homeland Security now view Dylan and I as terrorist threats for going to a protest. Apparently the 1st Amendment doesn't go as far as it used to.
It was freezing and we were soaking wet, so we didn't stay long. Were I a smart person, I would have put on my goulashes that were in the back of my car, and brought the umbrella from the back seat. 
Since I'm not a smart person my pants were wet 1/2 way up my calves, soaking my socks, and both our hoodies were pretty damp. It's been a long time since I've been to a protest, and I figure it's never too soon to teach a kid how this world runs. 
So we didn't have a sign, and I never did see who was talking. But maybe just because I paid $4 to park downtown and stood in the snow for awhile, Obama will know that I'm the only one who can take my husband's hard earned money. 
We stopped for lunch in some office building on our way back to the car.
Note: Wes has just informed me that the president and Homeland Security now view Dylan and I as terrorist threats for going to a protest. Apparently the 1st Amendment doesn't go as far as it used to.
Thursday, April 9, 2009
It's that time again
No, not Easter. That's just a coincidence.
Time for horse therapy to begin again. Thank goodness for an indoor arena. This would be crappy in the rain. Last Saturday I went and picked up my horse to bring him to my grandparents'. The not so smart 2 y/o they're boarding hasn't kicked him yet. I'm really excited to have him close, to ride him whenever I want. Which turns out to be less often than I would prefer. I'm not going to lie. Towing the horse and trailer makes me nervous, even though he doesn't stomp around or act up while being trailered. It's just that it maxes out my towing capacity and weighs more than my car. Anyway, I'm sure I'll be exhausted tomorrow, because it's always more work than it seems.
We could always use more volunteers. So, if you know anyone, like a high school kid that needs volunteer hours, let me know.
Tomorrow we'll be off to the slopes for 2 more days of skiing before we call it good for the winter. Thanks mom for watching Dylan. Maybe next year we'll start taking him.
Wes loves his new job. He can work from home on Wednesdays and Fridays, has great benefits and PTO. And he's happy, which is the most important.
The garbage truck just woke up my kid, so I'm done here.
Time for horse therapy to begin again. Thank goodness for an indoor arena. This would be crappy in the rain. Last Saturday I went and picked up my horse to bring him to my grandparents'. The not so smart 2 y/o they're boarding hasn't kicked him yet. I'm really excited to have him close, to ride him whenever I want. Which turns out to be less often than I would prefer. I'm not going to lie. Towing the horse and trailer makes me nervous, even though he doesn't stomp around or act up while being trailered. It's just that it maxes out my towing capacity and weighs more than my car. Anyway, I'm sure I'll be exhausted tomorrow, because it's always more work than it seems.
We could always use more volunteers. So, if you know anyone, like a high school kid that needs volunteer hours, let me know.
Tomorrow we'll be off to the slopes for 2 more days of skiing before we call it good for the winter. Thanks mom for watching Dylan. Maybe next year we'll start taking him.
Wes loves his new job. He can work from home on Wednesdays and Fridays, has great benefits and PTO. And he's happy, which is the most important.
The garbage truck just woke up my kid, so I'm done here.
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