Living La Vida Loca Part Dos

I have been meaning to write an entry for a few days now. There are a whole lot of topics in my mind. The plight of working vs stay at home moms, racism, and how to achieve world peace among the few light topics. But I guess you are lucky since I don't have the time or the "skillz" as the kids say to do those topics justice so you are going to just be blessed by a photo essay of what is going on in my life.


This is an old photo of my childhood horse but the blue sky is one thing I have been enjoying. While good old Deca is long gone from the pasture, my boys have been learning to ride our current equine tenants at the house. I don't have those pictures back from my official phtographer, I am too nervous to run go get the camera during the impromptu riding sessions. They both are riding on their own with instruction from the wrangler.

Good thing I had been training them at home. : ) Max has been perfecting his skills, although it looks like he may have been having some horse problems, but you know a good horse hug can fix a lot of problems.

These are photos of Z from when he was around 1. Hard to believe he is a seasoned 4.5 year old now. I think he may be the trick rider of the two, look at they way he knows how to wave his hat to the throngs of adoring fans.

A lot of my time is also spent as a referee. I am sure you can see why.

Then there is the organizing to do. This is the before shot of the kitchen .

And after including a close up of my magnetic poetry.

We even have poetry on the cabinet doors, only high class joints have that. Of course I would assume most have better luck finding the right words in thier magnetic sets. This was my first magnetic poem, please believe me that "here" was all I could find although I meant "hearing."

This is the photo of my magically transformed trailer living room. See I told you I had been painting.

Yesterday it was raining in the morning it smelled heavenly and nap time was nice.

Well I guess that is it unless I bore you with a bunch of pictures of my boys and I wouldn't stoop that low, would I?