This message is from: Tamara Rousso <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
Lisa - sorry you are feeling bad, but thanks for the laugh.
Tamara
Fallbrook CA
On Wednesday, January 5, 2005, at 05:16 PM, [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
This message is from: [EMAIL PROTECTED]
Hi List !
For starters, I want you to know that Im totally bored and
having a
pity party. Im not inviting anyone else, cause Im drooling and I hate
to drool
around friends. I had oral surgery today and it sucks. Enough on that.
So
anyway....Im home listening to " The Big Joe Polka Show " 'cause the
TV was left
on RFDT or whatever that farm station is on satelite ( they have good
horse
things sometimes)
and Im too lazy and drooling to get up and find the remote.
So now the dogs go off. My dogs are, by nature not
barkers
unless somethings happening ( except the Corgie but shes asleep under
my blanket
) so with 20 Fjords still here I get my sorry drooling self up and go
check.
The 2 back pastures are a mess. We have had, since Christmas
Eve,
rain, snow, warmth, rain, more rain, snow, more melt off ect. I could
have a
mud bog back there. All I can see is Fjords flying
everywhere.....heads up !
huffing, snorty, Arabs on the hoof. They are all taking cover. From
the back I
see 2 beige yaks headed towards the front, but something else was
there.
A stick. A big fricken stick. More like a log. Must be
leftovers
from the sage that we brushed hogged down along the road ditch, and
they managed
to sneak it under the fence.
Ursula ( 3 yr old filly ) and Perle ( 2 yr old, now owned by Kathy
Monroe ) have the log in their mouths. Both of their mouths. Neither
one will let
go and they are racing through deep mud carrying the log in-between
them.
The other Fjords have had a meeting and decided that
whateverthistotallymuddybeigelogmonsterbeastthingy is, is for sure
going to GET THEM, and they must
escape NOW.
Now, Im flying outside with sweats, mud boots and little else
before the
whole herd gos through the vinyl fence. Im grabbing 2 flakes of hay on
the
way to hopefully calm the beasts.... when I slip. In the mud. In the
really,
really cold wet, watery mud. I didnt hurt myself, just sat down hard
with my feet
in the air. The hay is disolved all over me, under my hair, in my nose
(
well... one side of my nose that I can feel with the novicane still on
board ) Im
drooling, but now its frozen drool with hay mixed in it.
So, Im thinking, hmmmmm you REALLY SHOULD HAVE FRICKEN
INVITED MORE
FRIENDS TO THIS PARTY GIRL, when Ursula and Perle stop.....drop the
log.....stare at me, then at each other, then at me.
Im back inside now. New sweats, back under the blanket with
Chelsea. Still drooling. Novicane is leaving me and Im changing my
mind about
refusing that Percocet RX, and ( how stupid can I be in one day )
asking for
Ibuprofin. Found the remote and watching Forensic Files to see how bad
it would
really be to have a personal coroner.
Lisa Pedersen * cold, muddy Cedar City, UTAH
