Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Fences make good neighbors and the best way to a man's (horses') heart is through his stomach.

Hello Friends,

A bad storm that come through our way a few weeks ago; it took down our "loafin' shed" (barn) and made a "slinky" out of our fencing. So we have been working hard to get everything back up and secured. Meantime, the horses have had run of the place - including my patio.
The other day, I heard a knock knock outside on the patio day. Sure enough, it was Lakota. The big boy had walked right in through the door but since it was on hinges he couldn't get back out. If this horse had thumbs we would be in big trouble!
Then, last Friday, Hank came roaring up in his sweet, little car that I am sure Lakota and I could outrun if we wanted. He hopped out very casually, smiled, opened the gate pulled his Carrera in and bam, Lakota was out the gate and going visitin' down the road. I immediately ran to the barn and grabbed some horse treats and ran after him. I was not dressed for the occassion and it seems to be the standard rule that when I am half dressed or in my pjs when Lakota gets out and I have to chase him down the road. Our poor neighbors think I have truly lost my mind.
After a few treats the sweet one is following me back into the fence and runs off to play with Curly J and Cinnamon River like a little boy. Hank looks at me and quickly says, it's all Lakota's fault....nope, it the fences fault, I say; defending my little one.
As grandmama use to say;....."fences make good neighbors" and ...."the best way to a man's (horses) heart is through his stomach".
She was a wise woman, my grandmama.


Hugs,
Angie and her big boy, Lakota

Monday, August 24, 2009

Milestones of Life

Hello All,
Yes, the milestones of life are catching up with me. I see all my friends posting photos of their little ones going back to school and how bittersweet it is. So here is my baby, Nicholas, who is approximately 5'7" going into his Junior year of high school. I talked with him a few minutes ago about his first day at school and it was something like this: what's you're first class of the day?....math....Ok do you like the teacher?...yeah....Ok, what's the last class of the day?...English. Great what's the teachers's name? Kerr......Ok, do you have everything you need, school supplies, etc for tomorrow? Yeah.

So my sweet little man who was once so bubbly has turned into a mono-conversationalist. Hank read somewhere that kids are like Venus Fly-Traps when they become teenagers. We, as parents just have be ready for them when they open up.

Angie and her handsome one, Nicky