Friday, May 25, 2012

Do you take crazy in your tea?

"One lump or two?" asks the Voice Inside My Head.
"Ooh you know me, I'll take all the crazy you've got!" says Brain. "And I know I really shouldn't, but I think I can squeeze in one more slice of loony pie."
 Heaven's to Betsy, it's been a long time! I shan't bore you with the usual rot: 'I apologize for leaving you without notice! I've been so[insert a thousand more o's] busy!'
 First of all, I am quite sure you all can cope a week or two without hearing from yours truly {it might even be good for your health}. If you've found that you can't, however, and that you find yourself wondering why you even bother to go on in my absence, all unkempt hair and yesterday's tea cups; here is what I say: Get a life.
All that being said, we shall move on.
Oh what things have happened while Eldest Sister is here! So many things. Like shopping...
 Summer clothes for me. I cannot believe how hard it is to find decent jeans anymore. They're either all mangled with holes or they make your legs feel like Polish sausage. Thinking of this analogy I start to snicker at myself in that tiny little dressing room. Then I catch the reflection in the mirror of myself not-laughing while struggling to extricate myself from the ridiculous things and suddenly Getting Out of These Jeans Alive has gone to level Two. Feeling fit to burst {not helping my escape any}, I give up trying to hold the chuckles in and try and focus on getting out of these...dratted...pants! By this time I'm laughing pretty hard and not all that silently when my fingers decide they think this is funny too so they'll just take the day off and go all wobbly and useless. I imagine what my neighbors must be thinking which doesn't help my situation at all. Just when I'm beginning to think I'm going to die in this little corner of Kohl's; that they'll one day find me, my body wasted away but the skinny jeans a-size-too-small remaining, when there's a sinister knock on the door. "Are you alright, ma'am?"
 That sobers me up, right quick.
After assuring the kindly matron of the store that I am just trying to kick these wretched pants off and not in fact having a seizure, {aaaand declining her offer to help}, the pants, as though feeling they've had me suffer enough, release their hold.
 It is with triumph that I march out of the dressing rooms and fling the too-smalls on the To Put Back {aka Everyone Hated Themselves In These Things} counter.
 "There you are!" calls Mum. "Did those not work?" No, Mum, no they did not. "Well then, try these," She hands me a stack several feet high of blue. And it is in this moment that I realized something profound: I hate shopping.

We also did other things. Big things. Like planting all our gardens. This is the first year I finally got to use my kitchen garden boxes -- or raised beds might be a better term. They're 4'x12'. So that's a lot of dirt to shift to fill them, too. With a shovel. Just so you know, my arms and back survived. In fact they did more than that -- they conquered! *tribal whoop*
 I planted my boxes with cherry tomatoes, lots strawberries, peas, carrots, radishes, lettuce and other leafy roughage.
 The big garden on the hill got much of the same treatment with tomatoes, a huge patch of squashes {squashi?}, cucumbers, beans, and four rows of corn. We also got herbs and things for pots, and a lovely flower arrangement for the new barrel-halves planter things for our deck.
 Little Brother got his pumpkin patch again this year, and is already making plans for a giant pumpkin fest this Fall.
{This is LB robing up to acolyte {light the candles} at church, by the way.}
So those are some of the highlights of this month. Not so glam is that Double Stuff {the little black & white pony} foundered last week. On a scale of one to ten I'm not sure how bad he rated, but the poor little bugger could barely stump around the first few days, and his feet were on fire. Because Da was leaving for a few days...aaaand because I wanted to play vet, Stuffy became my patient. We put him on Bute right away. Bute is a NSAID, a pain killer/blood thinner. Basically Ibuprofen for horses. And that's all I really have to do: Once a day give him a bit of mash of apples and karo syrup to hide the taste of the Bute powder. And make sure he doesn't get any worse, which, as of yesterday he's doing great. He even ran around for a while.
 I did learn more about founder, though, thanks to my awesome book The Horse Doctor Is In by Brent Kelly [DVM], I highly recommend it to all you horse peoples. I love it to pieces.
 For example, geldings are much more likely to founder than mares or stallions, and ponies more than horses. So if you have a gelding pony {like ol' Stuffy} they have a saying, "There are two kinds: those that have foundered, and those that will."
 Founder is an ailment of the feet caused by too much rich pasture or feed. In fact, if your horses get into the grain barn and gorge themselves, vets say you should be more worried about founder than colic. In any case, call your vet as both can be and often are serious.
You've probably noticed by now that none of these photos follow any sort of theme either with each other or the post itself. Well, let me say this: I love my camera. I love my Jack. And we have been snapping pictures and just having the best times. I take my little Rebel everywhere.
 I've been looking for projects to do {A Day In the World: check} but so far haven't found any to my liking. Most are competitions, which are okay, but I take better pictures when I know they aren't going to be judged. So I've been turning over in my mind to just have weekly project on this blog. A theme. Something to give me direction. Anyone want to join me? I suppose I could add a link tool and it could be like a blog hop for all us camera-crazies. Si? Well, comment if you're interested and we'll see where it goes from there.

Monday, May 14, 2012

A day in the world

A shout-out to all me photog friends! Have you heard? May 15 {that's tomorrow, already} is A Day In The Never heard of it? Neither had I until last month when I got the latest issue of Popular Photography; a mag I highly recommend to all those truly interested in lens-crafting, by the way.

Anyway, A Day in the World is basically this:
 Tomorrow you go out and document your day -- where you are, what you do -- to the best of you ability. Next, register at {I'd actually recommend signing up asap}, and upload your day in pictures [up to 10 photos]. Thousands of people around the world will be doing the same, and the results are absolutely amazing, for....
 "All images will be displayed online for you and everyone to explore. Some of them will be selected for a book, A Day In the World, to be published in October 2012, others shown in   exhibitions, either printed or digital. Every single one will be saved for future research and inspiration. The photos will never be used for commercial purposes. They will always be treated with care and respect. Should your photo be selected to feature in a book, we will try to contact you beforehand."
You can learn more about the project here.
 Should be lotsa fun!

Monday, May 7, 2012

I'mma barber || Painting with café

Why spend mounds of money at some frou-frou pet grooming salon when you can achieve results like this with a little application and some blunt shears?
Disclaimer: I cannot promise your pet will be particularly happy with the results.... in fact it may just wander miserably away, embarrassed by the sight of its own self and generally hating the world (or you).
  I myself am quite proud, mostly because I never once drew blood (which is more than a certain other person could say last year). I sheared nearly a five-gallon bucketful of hair off Hammie. You wouldn't believe the hair on that dog. He may be half Corgi half Ausi shepherd, but I'mma thinking there's some alpaca in there too. 
Aaaaand since we're talking of dogs, here's a pic of Hooey for good measure. Weasel Dog. Toad. She has many nicknames. Mostly because she's a big mooch. And very gun-shy, which is why it is very hard to take a picture of her -- she thinks you're trying to shoot her. Either that or she follows that ancient belief that when the photo is developed the subject's soul is stolen. Not quite sure when or where that idea originated.
 But anyway. The best shot (ha.) of getting a photo of Weasel is to grab her firmly round the middle, shove the camera in her face, and hope for a good picture.

On a completely  unrelated note -- painting! with coffee! not as easy as the tutorial made it look! But lots of fun, none the less. Painting with coffee is a lot like painting with watercolors or much more wet. Much more. Therefore you have to wait between 'coats', otherwise it'll all just wash out. So, yeah. Lots of time to think about things like.... I wonder if Da will flip when he finds out how much of his instant coffee I'm using.... Make that if he finds out...
 I'll probably do it again, though, because I really do like the color tones. If you would like to try it, here's a link to my Pinterest board where you can find the tutorial: [do it yourself]

Apart from those little dittys, Sister's here so there's been birthday caking, jelly bean eating, Hunger Games watching (second time for me, hooray!), rainy days, sunny days, and happy new pasture! crazy horses.
  Long live happiness.