Something to look forward to

I got the resort for Bonaire nailed down--8 months in advance and we got the last unit they had--thank God it was the 2 bedroom we needed. This is where we are staying, the premier dive resort on the island. http://www.buddydive.com/ This is where everyone recommended we stay. The guys we dove with in Belize this year own a unit there and heartily recommended it. I should have realized that meant it would cost mightily, but you know what? I do not give a shit. I just do not. It will be almost the 15th anniversary of me and Bub, so I will blame it on that. And also I will not give a shit. So there. Life costs and that is why God made mastercard. Memories are priceless and the experiences will be as well.

Friday nite is Halloween. I suspect you all know this. It never occurred to me to dress up. But I fully intended to dress up whichever horses we take to Hutch's for sorting practice. We are having a weenie roast there as well, and a costume contest. I have two good ideas for costumes--well one awesome idea that I do not want to tell, lest someone steal it, and one that is not that unique--I am going to make Twister a zebra--he is the only one that is close to Zebra color. So I need some spray paint I guess. Also there is some exciting side effects of that- I always feel obligated to take horses that NEED to be practicing. I just never take one that is just totally push button and fun to ride because you do not have to be hyper alert the whole time you are there. This time I will. I just had a brilliant plan--I assumed the top secret costume idea would be used on Target, who may well take exception to it---but I bet Barry would enjoy a nite off as well--although he does want to start Targ on cows. I could take Gyro--who hates cows by the way but will do whatever you tell her--and we could both relax and enjoy the evening.

OR we could take Diablo! Man would that be fun, we have not had her on cows is so long, usually because she is so fat she can hardly waddle, but she has dropped a load of weight----

oh the options! Of course, there are dozens of horses we could take if we want to really have a good time. Like Playmate. She loves sorting, and would enjoy it more than anyone. Then again, so would Foxy--but her baby belly would maybe get in the way. She will work the hair off a cow though, and I am way overdue for an adrenaline rush.

Man all of a sudden, my attitude just got better, just thinking of the possibilities!

Now when do I fit in the trip to the dreaded WalMart to get all the stuff? I am so out of shampoo too--such that I actually organized the bathroom cabinet in the hallway bathroom yesterday looking for it. Freaky huh? I also tried to do a kitchen cabinet that is the black hole of supplies and crap that fits nowhere else, but the shelf keeps falling down--turns out there is a stupid system in there for holding up the shelf, and it is kaput. It is always something getting in my way.

I have Marvin stopping by tonight to do some feet for me--Mojo needs his done before his trip to PA, Sly is getting long and Fonzie is threatening to run away if I don't get his done--I swear we just did them, but they are growing like crazy. Who am I kidding--with 40 plus horses, on any given day, someone needs a trim. I am so lucky to have a good farrier who spends so much time with us.

Now to get through this day to start all that.

Ooo the CMS people are on the horn about my voicemail. How exciting. Now I am able to get my voicemails that have built up over the last month, which will probably give me a panic attack.

My whole life is like this--run around, go back, run around some more, forget what I was doing, start over....

Edited to add: What does it mean that I am evidently on the speed dial from the federal pen? They must think I am a friggin idiot.