Friday, January 13, 2012

A Thing I Want and A Thing I Know

I might require the above scarf...the Hermes Nuees Imaginaires. The teeny problem is that it retails in the ballpark of $350. Well, poo on that. So that's the thing I want. We shall move on from that.

The thing I know is I just don't get it. Any of it. sometimes gives me a headache.

Thursday, January 5, 2012

AND....I'm back!

Here's the oddest thing. I remembered my blog! I'm not sure why it left my brain for an entire year, but it did, and all of a sudden, just now, I had a pang of missing it. So, I'm giving it the old CPR-mouth to mouth treatment, and bringing it back to life. Or maybe it's more of a Frankenstein's monster situation. I'll cobble it back together, blast it with a lighting bolt, and it walks! Anyway, I've decided to be more accountable to my friends, family, etc and posting regularly might be a step towards making that happen. Hey, it's a brand new year, with all the requisite brand new intentions. So off I go, and taking all of you with me! Whee!

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Tiptoe Pheasant

I need one. Check the picture, and you'll know why...

Monday, December 13, 2010

Random Randomness...

So Lee left for Firebag this afternoon, after an insane fortnight of getting Raine moved downstairs, into her own room. Said room was basically a repository for random crap over the last 17 or so years, and in the attempts to clean it out, it basically vomited its contents into the rest of the house. Had to deal with all that, as well as making a hideous, unappealing cave become an acceptable dwelling place for a 12 yr old gal, with a definite sense of aesthetic. Well, colour me shocked, it worked, but at great cost, financial and otherwise. We do have an excellent sense of accomplishment, and Raine is happy. Then, we had to tweak Cleo's room to the best of our ability, and when there are 2 of us, it seems a little more manageable. Slogged on this evening, alone, and now I am exhausted, but both girlies are quite content, and the house is about 75 thousand pounds lighter of junk and crap. I'm enjoying my bubbly, missing the shit out of my husband, and contemplating the next chapter of life, which reeeeeaaally needs to be Christmas. Will the fun never cease?!

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Mobile blogging, baby!!

Yet another reason to dig all over my iPhone.....blogging on da run! Stay tuned for some flying blogginess!

Posted from Blogium for iPhone

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

The answer to my prayers? Maybe?....

This might well be it, friends..... The Bashkir Curly horse. The unique gene that gives Curlies their curly hair (which is most obvious with their winter coat) can be expressed minimally (horse exhibits curly hair inside ears, at fetlocks, and a kinky mane and tail), maximally (horse exhibits curl all over body, has dreadlocked mane, and has curly eyelashes and guard hairs), and "Extreme" (very tight, extreme curls, but when they shed out for summer can shed entirely bald) or any variation in between. The coat in the summer shows a slight wave in it, but not as extreme as the winter curls. It is said that Curly horses were documented in Asian artwork as early as 161 AD. Darwin documented curly horses in South America in the early 19th century and the early Sioux natives regarded curly horses as sacred mounts for chiefs and shamans. Native American artwork shows Curlies carrying warriors in the Battle of Little Bighorn. Curlies are usually chestnut, but can range through the whole colour spectrum, even roan, cremello, buckskin and appaloosa. How amazing is this horse??!! They are reputed to be hypoallergic, in a similar way to poodles. A non allergic horse!! Can you believe it? My early (& current) riding dreams were thwarted by such violent allergies as to make it virtually impossible. I live the dream a little through my little equestrian star, Rainey, but the thought that I might have a horse of my own one day, to which I am not allergic..... wowzers! AND there is a curly breeder nearby in Saskatchewan. Maybe one day I will ride off into the sunset. And not just in my imagination, but for real, with curls blowing in the wind....

Sunday, October 3, 2010

Well, sorry....

I am sorry. I really am. I am sorry that my life has had to be put on hold. Dishes are piling up in the kitchen. There are no groceries. I am losing the ability to make reasonable conversation. My eyes and fingers are the only things that are busy. Nothing else matters except PLAYING POCKET FROGS ON MY IPHONE. Got it? Ok, good.