I should have slept through yesterday

That stupid tractor was only part of my irritating day. Because it is hard for me to accept that I cannot fix something, I tried to bushhog again after work. Thirty minutes of the same ol crap led me to quit and go ride.

I have found a down side to the new hay. I cannot get them to get their heads out of it. Slygirl was having no part of leaving the bale alone to go take a ride, so I took Radar. Poor fool. I also measured and weight-taped him- but I really do not believe in the height portion of that tape. It says he is 13'3" and 750 pounds....the weight I believe, but I think he is taller than that- it is hard to use those things by yourself though.

Anyway, we went to the hay field to ride, which is a comedy in itself, as it requires going through two pastures with the peanut gallery getting in your way-- especially through the last gate to the hay field. We started out pretty well but ten minutes into our ride, as we were getting to the woods, he started to refuse me. He has never done that before! I got that lined out, and then he started playing with his bit and doing that stupid trick of putting it under his tongue. He does that all the time, then gets mad at it, and starts wagging his head pretty violently. When that did not get his way, he decided to scoot backwards. This would go on for a while, then he would decide life was fine and we could continue on our ride.

None of this would bother me, but Madison does not need to see an accident this early in our fun- I don't want to scare her, nor do I want to get hurt that far from home with only an 11 year old kid to tend to me, my horse, and anything else that needs to be done. That is too much for her.

I got him lined out and we were enjoying ourselves--just kind of chilling and showing her parts of the farm she has never seen, when ol Radar decides he is a big enough boy to rear up on me! Since he is not in fact a big enough boy to rear far, it was more like a popping up in front,maybe 18 inches (which is pretty high when you are only 13'3" mind you!) Madison thought it was cool, so she got a lesson on why it is most decidedly not cool, we worked through it and a few more of the same little pops, and reached an agreement so that we could quit that ride on a good note.

This was not quite the relaxing ride I was looking for to make my day better.

I finished the chores and in the midst of it, Madison notices something is wrong with Nita's "rear end". Kids are so funny. It was not her "rear end" at all, but her vulva, which she appears to have ripped a little bit. Ask me how she did that? Hell if I know. We doctored her up and I went home.

As soon as I pulled in the driveway, I realized I had left my order at the elevator and was slap out of dog food and pig food. I ordered it to be left out for me, but failed to pick it up, so off I went again to fetch that.

Upon finally arriving home, I found that my printer (which was my backup method of downloading photos) has gone berserk. That was infuriating, as I had taken new pics of Fox to show Missy for our weekly eval on her weight gain. I really think she is gaining, but I need someone else to validate that or I won't believe it. On the other hand, the pig appeared to be accident free for the whole day!

I decide to write off the rest of the day and watch my recorded Big Brother 8 episode. I had the oddest craving though for champagne. This happens to me about once a year, and usually there is a reason for it. Fortunately, I had a bottle left over in the fridge from Mandy's baby shower. Unfortunately, it was not particularly good champagne--too sweet. That ruined the giggly effect it usually has on me.

All in all, yesterday was one of those anti- Midas days where everything I tried to do turned to crap, instead of gold

Surely today will be better. I am reading a record about a witchcraft murder--which unfortunately is not as interesting as it seems. Barry once again failed to fall and check up on the part of the little tractor he dropped off at a tractor dealer for repair a month ago--I knew he would not call, which is why I nag him every single day to do it. He has the stupidest excuses, like he does not have the number. Odd, he claims he called them before. It is in another town, so I sure as hell do not know, nor should I as I am not the one who went there, but am sure the one inconvenienced by this. Or he does not know they name of it, so he cannot look up the number. Really, WTF?

On a good note, there is to be a high of 78 degrees today. I should mow the yard after work, but maybe I will ride sly. I figure if I say that enough, I might actually do it.