I rode Cook this AM. Pretty good. Whatever is going on is getting better. She was still up and down a LIL bit on the right lead but it was much better than it has been in the past week. We’ll get there. We need to go some place cause Mere was right about her being ring sour. not sour but bored.

I went to the Fadels and rode Gymnast for a few minutes. Man I forgot what that horse was like. He’s mad cool.

I’m tired, and fallin’ sleep at my ‘puter. night all.

So today was D Day Lunge Day for Cook. She was fine on the lunge. Lame? Not so much. Sane? Not so much. She is in heat, so she was really interested in Triton and Comet over the fence. Little does she realize she’s wasting her time with the “geldings”. NEXT!

Rode her in pasture afterwards and got both our canters. I don’t know. I give up on trying to figure out what’s wrong. Sigh.

I left to do errands and then came back and rode Early Bird. I have only been on her a couple of times. She is our little large Welsh pony mare. I also jumped her over a small fence and cavetti poles. First time jumping her. She is a-w-e-s-o-m-e. wow. she’s nice and even at the jump. I liked her. Wanna ride her some more.

Then I went to see Ash at Rex Hospital and to meet Isabel. That was fun. Ash looks good. Isabel is a GOOD looking newborn… of course I took pics! Ash asked me a couple of times if I thought she looked good for a newborn. uh YEAH. I have totally seen my share of “jacked” newborns. LOL.

Ok must sleep!

11:00pm (Thurs) Ashley calls me to tell me she’s having contractions. Puts me on alert. I sleep in clothes.

3:00AM Ash and her hubby John are going to the hospital so I go over to sleep over the house with their son John IV (the one in the Halloween kiss costume). I go over and Ash looks great like it’s a normal day, and SHE’s the one in labor. I’m wearing sweats, a shirt that was laying over the back of my chair and I look like “Death Becomes Her”. Ash wants to make I will be comfortable there. Ha! I once slept in a horse trailer. not the tack room part… the HORSE part. I can sleep comfortably ANYwhere.

5:30AM John IV wakes up. He’s smiling. wow. he’s pretty dern cute. Change pee diaper. Hmmm, I see 5 diapers in the change table. I wonder where Ash keeps the others.

6:00AM hmmm, perhaps I should feed him. oatmeal? sure. John says no thanks, I would rather wonder what ur doing here.

6:15AM Someone about 2 feet tall is rank. Check the ole diaper and yep! stinky doo. nice. change that.

6:30AM John plays with toys, I sit up and pretend play (I’m really sitting up sleeping).

6:45AM They have a big stuffed horse. yay, horse friends are the coolest. So I put John on it. He stays for a sec, then tries to kamikaze dive off the side. Ok!…. moving on. Isabel the new baby will be our Grand Prix-er apparently.

7:30AM I ..er.. I mean, John has to go down for a nap. Actually John is sleep drunk and fusses not in the least.

8:30AM John wakes up. Is smiling. Happy Baby. He likes me.

8:45AM Maybe I should feed him again. What does a baby eat? Hmmm. not sure here. ok, how about some puffs, apples and oatmeal? How many puffs can a baby eat? Apparently they are alot like air…. so a whole lot.

I’m impressed cause I ask him “where’s John?” and he points to himself. I ask “Where’s Crystal”? and he points to me. Yay! I know he’s prolly guessing… (ok it’s either me or her named Crystal so I will just take a wild guess here….) but that’s awesome! I love it! he’s a lil genius at 15 months old!

9:00AM So I decide to put John in real clothes. Peeling off jammies. yikes! stink! 2nd poo! 3rd diaper! I only know where 5 are! Pace urself, big guy!

9:15AM play time!

10:15AM I’m about to leave and John is following me around while I pack my things. Their neighbor friend is to take over. Awww, John was awesome. He didn’t even cry once. His little eyes well up with tears as I am leaving. I don’t stick around for fear of a meltdown.

11:00 AM boooooo work.

12ish Ashley delivers Isabel Sedwick Kerr. 6 lb 10 oz, 19 inches. healthy. yay.

So that was my day. Good day with John.

I didn’t go see Cook today. I needed a break and to come home early. I will be out with Cook this weekend.

So still havin issues with Cook. She is not wanting to canter like a normal horse. There seems to be some debate about whether it is medically or behaviorally based. I can’t really talk about it anymore cause it’s just upsetting. Tomorrow I have to duck out at lunch to watch Mere lunge her (that will help us focus to see if it’s behaviorally based) and I think she might be getting on her. So we’ll see what happens.

Birdie is curled up in bed with me right now. She’s a good pup. She has been having bad dreams and wakes up, startled. She must be worried about her friend Cook too.

Ok switching subjects, settle an argument between Eric and I. How many days old will u eat cake in the fridge? Is it true that if something doesnt’ have an expiration date, that means it never goes bad?

Yeah. thought so.

I started a blog post last night but it actually didn’t finish cause I was tired and fell asleep. I have a bunch of projects going on within the walls of my house and trying to make progress on all of them …. well I’m not making much progress on any of them.

It seems lately that I have been disappointed in the behavior of people around me. OK, more specifically than “people”, but friends. I know this sounds like a broad, obvious statement but I want my friends to just do me as I would do them. People depend on me for alot of things, because to quote an email I got yesterday … “I’m the responsible one”. I just expect my friends to be down for me and with me on whatever I have going on or WANT to have going on.

So I expect that I will get an email or an IM to privately message me about who and what I’m talking about. Not giving details. And it’s not 1 situation either.

So two things I want.

Don’t expect more of me than u would recipicate (is that spelled right?) to me.

If ur opinion or critique is not positive, please don’t volunteer it. If I ask, by all means tell me. But if I don’t… I don’t want to hear it. Anitra told me this story about in her church they call people like that “Dream-Snatchers” - people that will try and tell u what u can’t or shouldn’t do.

I’m more capable than given credit for.

I promise that tonight’s post will be more happier. I’m not unhappy above, but I just needed to get that off my chest.

so I could blog about Cook’s bad lunch time ride, or about how I was sick to my stomach at work today right before I had a meeting with our VP or how tired I am right now or whatever mundane things I could bore u with.

But tonight I found out that a close friend (whom I have been friends with 23 YEARS) is having surgery and it scared me. Although I dont’ talk very often to him over the phone anymore because of the geographical distance between us, I hope he still knows how much I love him and that I always, always will. I will be thinking about u….

be ok please.