Gratuitous baby pics

Look at that baby face on Spike--something about him just gets me right in the heart. I think it is those big eyes always following me. I love him.
This big boy went on his first field trip this weekend. He accompanied his mother to the vet an hour away so she could be inseminated--Barry said he hopped right up in the trailer like a big boy. It always cracks me up to see a little bitty squirt made that big leap. I hated to miss it, but not as much as I hated to get up that early--besides I was still sick.
Today it did not rain for a long enough time that I could take some pics. So I did. I always take the pics of the babies in this pasture because there is so much more grass here than the other where the first three babies are. That is kind of crappy. I should do them next.
Cash's baby girl, China, is very much a busy body. She licked my camera lens.
This picture cracks me up, because she looks like an oompa loompa. Just goes to show what happens when you shoot DOWN on a baby horse instead of even with them. She is not really an oompa loompa at all.
Pretty round little girl, isnt she? I like her.
Today I was trying to get shots of the little roan butted girl, but in looking at them on the computer I realize both she and her mama were so dirty, you could not see much.
Not bad shape for about 11 days old is it?
Gypsy was on a tear, which made for fun pics--too bad she was not clean so I could see that pretty coat gleam like it normally does.
She has the tiniest little head-kind of triangle shaped.
It amazes me that Gypsy keeps getting herself into photos where she looks nice. All of her life I have struggled to get decent photos of her and she is the most unphotogenic horse in the world. I can never do her justice. Lately though, these decent shots keep popping up. I love it.

You might think I did nothing this weekend except take pictures. That is kind of close, as I am still recovering from this flu that has kicked my ass. I did manage to get the oil changed in the car--which was over due--and the place lost my keys. It took them an hour to find them. They were sorry, but I saw no evidence of it--how bout a free oil change, or something up in here? Tacky people.

Today, I tried very hard to mow the yard. Nothing went right. First, I got stuck in the mud and had to come ask Barry to get me out. On the way back out to get it out, I was carrying a glass of water, and slipped in the mud, and looked like a cartoon as all the water flew up in the air and landed on my head. I think that was Barry's highlight of the weekend.

We got the mower out, I mowed maybe 15 minutes, and the stinking belt burned in two. That means I have to order a new one, and then wait for it to be put on. Why do I have to wait? Because at the least, Barry got a one-week extension at his work--they have a job to do near Lake of the Ozarks this week, so that is where he will be. I will gladly give up having the yard look right to get another week's work under his belt. WOO HOO! And if it gets bad enough, I can have dad bring his mower out to let me use it maybe. He likes to mow as much as I do.

After that went wrong, I was trying to do something else house-related--I have no idea what. It involved coming up the garage steps, while not wearing shoes. That is not strange. I must have miscalculated though, as I barely got my toes on the step, so of course, my foot ripped down the step and I not only tore up the bottom of my foot, I fell on my face into the house.

That was Barry's second best moment of the day. About that time, he asked me if I had been drinking. I had not, but maybe it would have helped.

I should have just stayed home, but I never learn, do I? I went to the farm to check my mares. Ask me how many are overdue. Go ahead. Ask me. Not one. Not two. We are on number three. Foxy is at 349 days. At 346 I decided that she did not have enough milk, so she got two days of domperidone. I should have left well enough alone, because now she looks like she is going to explode and keeps giving me the evil eye. I can hardly blame her, she looks like she could nurse the entire farm, and yet does not appear to be even considering foaling. She got to spend the afternoon out playing.

Snap is at about 344, and has completely forgotten she was ever bred. I have not even brought her in off the pasture yet. She will be the one to trick me. Diablo is due now, and looks like she is having an elephant, as usual. Squeak is at 319 today, and since last nite, her udder has really gotten massive, and she all of a sudden looks ready to roll. She better hang on a bit though, for her own good. I do not think she is imminent.

Looks like I will be spending time in the trailer at the farm this week, doesn't it? That is okay, I kind of miss it.

What else has happened? Ah, I tried to update my website and screwed it up, so I have to beg someone to help me. I hate that, but better I not look like a fool on the interwebz, huh?

This week, I have a deadline on an important case to meet. I had been subpoenaed for a horse appraisal case but I just got the call that it is off--that is good. Except of course, I had already done some prep--I should have known better.

I went to the gym and did a short workout-- I still cannot get cardio without hacking like I am dying, so it is good I found that out today when there were not many people there. I finally am making some more progress on the weight--I had been jacking around with the same 5 pounds for 3 weeks--put it on, take it off, put some of it on, blah blah blah. Today, I broke the barrier again, and am down as low as I have been since I started this game. I am amazed considering that I have been way too self-indulgent since the traumas of this week started. That inspires me to get my shit together again--go me!

I was even inspired to take shorts out of the drawer and pack them in a box. I figure if they are two sizes too big, that it is safe to do it. I won't get rid of them yet, just in case, but I need room for things that fit. I got to wear a large shirt to the movies Saturday nite, and it looked good. Even with my belt, my pants were falling off--so I guess I need to go through the jeans and do the same thing. Woo hoo! go me!