tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959879671879281922012-02-02T01:06:05.728-05:00Oh HorseFeathers & Related Twisted "Tails"Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.comBlogger7221100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-83324614192532122132012-01-20T15:21:00.000-05:002012-01-20T15:21:23.773-05:00I'm Not Lost- Just Tied Up In Knots! Dear Husband came home not long ago and tossed a small object my way. As it landed in my lap, he grinned at me and said, "Hey Honey, get busy learning how to tie knots!" I had to wonder just what the heck he was talking about. Turns out, a supplier at the shop had been less than reliable in providing survival bracelets.
Made of sturdy paracord, the bracelets are popular among many sectors. Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-6366956059410323312012-01-06T19:43:00.001-05:002012-01-06T19:46:03.167-05:00So Far 2012 ROCKS! On New Year's Day, Phat Boy and I had a wonderful ride. W-O-N-D-E-R-F-U-L Ride!! We started a new process. See, I *know* Phat Boy has been a show pony. I know he can jump, he can pack people around a ring. I've heard he was out on a couple of trails, but honestly? I don't know how many, if it was solo or with other horses, and most importantly, I don't know how he BEHAVED while on those trails.
Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-81329335185767266202011-12-31T10:04:00.000-05:002011-12-31T10:04:52.973-05:00New Years EveI blink, and when my eyes open there it is- staring me in the face. New Year's Eve. A blog that has sat neglected for almost a month.
Christmas came and went, with the usual wrapping paper induced insanity. Santa was good to all of us- unless you talk with Jo the Wonder Nanny Dog. If you ask her, Santa was stingy because she did not get a special extra comfy old lady dog bed, a side of beef Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-61634290506140880262011-12-09T18:57:00.000-05:002011-12-09T18:57:35.013-05:00Question?Hey is anyone else having trouble leaving a comment on here- the comment not showing up?
I'm not kicking anyone to the curb, but I have heard from a couple people that their comments are not showing after they leave them.
Let me know please? I don't know how to fix it, but with so many blog-savvy folks out there, there has to be a solution!
All is well- crazy busy like usual, but all is well.Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-74365968415981392242011-12-07T08:31:00.000-05:002011-12-07T08:31:57.497-05:00Well I'll Be Darned! December 7, 2007. Pretty big day around here. A birthday, Pearl Harbor Day, and an anniversary. The birthday is the Cub's- he is now proud to proclaim his age as SEVEN. (Holy CRAP where did the time go already???)
Pearl Harbor Day speaks for itself- what a monumental day in our history.
And the anniversary? Why, it is the anniversary of when Oh HorseFeathers! was created. Yep. We've been Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-64097250927011031782011-12-03T16:04:00.000-05:002011-12-03T16:04:37.563-05:00Day Five In Pictures Morning Siesta
(Huh. Order got messed up... dangit)Tarp? Really? Ok...
It smells weird. Just sayin'.
Oh, WALK on the tarp? I guess so. What's the big deal anyways?
Mom, WHY is this in my way?
I mean, really.
Ear Cam!First stop, the yard.
Second stop,The Beyond.
Next up,Lake View And we ended by walking back and forth over the tarp.
Dear Husband even drove the truck right up to Phat Boy Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-81565177981592727252011-12-01T19:04:00.000-05:002011-12-01T19:04:09.272-05:00Day Four and Counting!Yep. Day Four.
Both horses worked today.
Tater got his Very First Ride at The Asylum, and he did not put a hoof wrong. Dear Husband said he was more worried about "Am I doing this RIGHT?" instead of being worried over who was actually ON his back.
Tell y'all what. I learned 2 things today about Tater.
1- He is narrow as the 2" side of a 2x4
2- Boy does he have a LONG way to go to build up Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-69411856268354125532011-11-30T15:54:00.000-05:002011-11-30T15:54:42.994-05:00Day Three UpdateTater got to have yesterday off as it seems somewhere along the way, a stomach bug invaded my system and completely left me unable to do more than drool on myself while sitting on the couch. Yep. It wuz THAT pathetic around here.
Today dawned bright and cold (OK- cold for HERE- temp this morning when we rolled out of the sack was a brisk 32*.) Today Tater went back to school. Tomorrow the goal Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-70249187410040141602011-11-28T14:35:00.000-05:002011-11-28T14:35:57.967-05:00Tater Haz Brain Fry And this is how he looked today after Day Two of School.
First, the weather. Yikes. Bit of rain on the way to get hay this morning- but it has mostly held off since. But the winds.. wow. They are WHIPPING around. Which meant that school time for Tater was somewhat interesting to say the least. As I cleaned the paddock, I also wanted to smooch on Phat Boy a bit. The winds however had both boys Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-45839641740497148612011-11-27T17:18:00.000-05:002011-11-27T17:18:43.358-05:00Tater Goes To SchoolToday, my plan was to stick with several of the suggestions (from Leah, keep it only a few days a week, and from Shirley, keep the sessions shorter.) However..... that did not quite happen as planned.
Tater was great- walked up and stuffed his face out for haltering, (got an A for that,) stood ground tied for hoof check and frog scrubbing (A for that too,) so we decided to go on to the next stepMrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-84539034682628458352011-11-26T09:12:00.000-05:002011-11-26T09:12:45.106-05:00MotivationWe are entering PRIME riding weather here in the Southland- cooler, less humid, less bugs. Phat Boy is perky and bright eyed, ready to rumble. Tater is literally begging for a job- he waits at the gate every time he hears any of us outside, head up, eyes happy, ears as far forward as they can get- begging, begging, PLEEEEZE!! Come play with ME!!!
And yet... there they sit. Oh, their needs are Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-27336943592230273452011-11-16T14:59:00.001-05:002011-11-16T17:04:07.310-05:00SAVE THE TATAS!Oh- by the way- this is a non-equine related post, so if you aren't up to reading about boobages, best click the little "X" up yonder or hit your back button on your browser. 'K? Thanks!
Yep. You read that right. SAVE THE TATAS! Be Kind To Your Boobs!
The Range is going PINK this week not once, but twice. We are hosting a PINK HEALS event, and specifiaclly for this event, we are raffling off Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-31355577661603553362011-11-11T08:06:00.000-05:002011-11-11T08:06:56.965-05:0011-11-11, Veteran's DayIt seems somehow inappropriate to say "Happy" Veteran's Day to the military men and women we know. So I'm not going to.
Instead, we are going to say a big THANK YOU.
For all you do,
All you have done,
And all that you and your family have sacrificed,
That our great country remain free.
My family and I thank you from the depths of our hearts.
Thank you-
*JC "Jungle" R. and your crew- RANGERS Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-62718184495955553442011-11-10T13:20:00.000-05:002011-11-10T13:20:28.486-05:00Meet Fishy!
Yes. The Asylum now has a fish. A rather crabby Beta fish, named .. well, "Fishy".. has joined the insanity. Fishy is a pretty fellow. But according to Dear Husband, who finds Fishy endlessly entertaining, Fishy has Anger Management Issues.
Yep. You read that right. Anger Management Issues.
See how Fishy is all bowed up in the pic to the left? Yeah. Well, anytime anything (like a flashlight, Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-56344523250201718122011-10-25T20:33:00.000-04:002011-10-25T20:33:12.158-04:00How To Scare The P!ss Out Of Mrs Mom ...(Not Horse Related)And NOT involve things that slither and hiss.
The scene:
Sitting at desk, on phone with client.
Children with Dear Husband to my right on the couch.
It's warm, so I'm in shorts as usual.
Now, I have a couple of .. well, *issues*, I guess would be a polite way to put it, about things that are small, creepy, crawly, and of the insect./ arachnid variety. Spiders are at the top of my Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-31903653150282045132011-10-19T18:29:00.001-04:002011-10-19T18:31:03.910-04:0010-25-2011- Mark That Date!Why is that date so important?
Well, because THAT my friends, is The Day that Mrs Mom is going to REALLY have to kiss her Golden Hermit Status goodbye for a long while.
It all started innocently enough.... I saw a horse that I thought *might* suit the needs of a client. The horse is currently located in Virginia.
I sent the information I had to my client, who promptly said, "ROAD TRIP!! We Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-78525786422822940712011-10-19T08:17:00.001-04:002011-10-19T08:18:51.708-04:00Cuteness From Tuesday Jo the Wonder Nanny DogGets the Zoomies Merp gives the old girl a run for her money!
Perpetual Motion Machine, Merp. ALL her pictures areblurry, because she.never.stops. Wrecking Crew talking with TaterThis is such a sweet colt!And the Cub with Phat Boy. Both boys groomed the hide off His Royal Redness,and managed a ride before the rain began.I've never seen a happier pony. Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-91805177950735921092011-10-14T11:19:00.000-04:002011-10-14T11:19:33.866-04:00PSA TimeP!ss Poor Planning on your part does not constitute an emergency on my part, 'k?
Today's topic is a pretty interesting one, and I will be expressing MY views on it. Feel free to toss in your own in comments.
I, personally, do not trim for owners who are not there. If there is a dire emergency, yes- I will bend that rule. But in general, no- I do not provide service if there is not an owner Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-62768176848452466942011-10-04T17:39:00.000-04:002011-10-04T17:39:06.907-04:00Not Horse Related... But Possibly EntertainingThe weather has me feeling "froggy" of late. And I've had a BIG desire to bake, cook, and just be... dare I say it? OK I'll whisper it- listen close... domestic.
There. I said it. However quietly, it is still out there.
The kitchen has proven a fun place to be, now that it is not 120* outside (and 100* inside).
I've been craving homemade bread, but really unhappy with what the bread Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-53856140935159359792011-10-03T20:17:00.002-04:002011-10-03T20:19:26.766-04:00Oh Boy... Fun With The Camera
The Kid/ Colt/ Tater got some extra attention today. We've decided he looks like a little Shire from the dryer. Yep. Dear Husband came up with that. He has the bone, the temperament, the movement, the kindness. Shire that was tossed in the dryer and NOT set to "fluff". And he shrank. A lot.
Cub took a lot of these pictures. He is getting a pretty good eye for this stuff!
AndMrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-61179834996459796242011-09-25T16:07:00.000-04:002011-09-25T16:07:34.348-04:00The Asylum- Views From The Nut House Got to meet these three beauties the other day. Love me some Belgians. Would not want to OWN one,but I sure can appreciate them!
The Kid"Dammit Auntie Mrs Mom- quit taking my PICTUREand FEED ME already!!"
The Merp. I can not MOVE with out her underfoot.Cute she is.Bright?
Yeeeahhh... not so much.
Phine Phat Pony is doing his BEST to convince me he is STARVING.He says he is SO hungry,He is Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-56735589133048309562011-09-22T15:35:00.000-04:002011-09-22T15:35:58.670-04:00Nver A Dull Moment!Alternately titled, "Don't Trust TomTom!"
Phone rings the other evening. Good friend of mine says, "Hey! What are you doing tomorrow? I have to go pick up a pony for a lady- care to ride along?"
I check with Dear Husband (who is sick- but that is a whole 'nother story) and plans are set. I'm looking forward to the trip and getting away for an afternoon.
Friend shows up in the morning and we Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-58883314513783441882011-09-16T21:53:00.000-04:002011-09-16T21:53:29.335-04:00WhiskeyTangoFoxtrot FridayWARNING:This post is NOT horse related.This post DOES contain reference to my favorite toolA Mossberg ShotgunIt ALSO contains SHOOTING the shotgun.
So if you don't LIKE shotguns, snakes, screaming, Mrs Mom pissing herself kind of stories,I strongly suggest you move along.Nothing to see here, folks.
That's right. What you read above? Yeah- Mrs Mom is in love with a Mossberg and seriously mega Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-50679839703720861812011-09-14T20:54:00.000-04:002011-09-14T20:54:21.802-04:00The Plan Sunset from the other night- photo cred? Cub!
Last Phat Boy post, I mentioned The Plan. The Plan at the time was basic.
I love love LOVE to shoot.
And I love love LOVE to ride.
Phat Boy is always up for something new.
So.. even though there are no mounted shooting teams near here (closest one I believe is 2 plus hours away,) it just made sense to me to round up a nice little Air Soft Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-36312286926746618162011-09-11T09:51:00.000-04:002011-09-11T09:51:25.617-04:009/11/01 - 9/11/11I met the sunrise this morning, with a weariness in my heart. A sadness that never *quite* goes away. In years past, the mornings leading up to 9/11 were met with a mixture of worry, fear and anxiety. Would THIS be the year? Would THIS be when they struck again?
Long time readers have come to expect the graphic images of that day, with emotion charged words reminding them- everyone- that we mustMrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-80652066198742435232011-09-03T11:23:00.001-04:002011-09-04T09:28:42.448-04:00Product Review!! First though- to lay to rest any doubts that Phine Phat Pony is indeed, P-H-A-T (fat?), feast your eyes on that big belly... the cresty neck... the excessively rounded apple like rump!
And THEN tell me he isn't fat!
Now - onto the fun stuff.
Not too long ago, I entered a contest over at Equine VIP. (Never been there? Why not! Go! It is a fantastic site!! This week they are talking to an NFL Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-32297951717982578612011-09-02T13:10:00.000-04:002011-09-02T13:10:15.426-04:00A Phine, Phat Pony! This picture is from early this past April. I love it.
And this one is from the other day, during our one and onlySHAMPOO bath. Lutin says, "Woman, I'm warning you! Get that crap AWAY from me!"
Lutin says, "See? I TOLD you to get that crap away from me!"
HoneyMare, "I'm outta here. He's nuts."
"Now WATCH me, Woman! I will run all that crap off me!"(Hey I never said he was the BRIGHTEST Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-25605492357965060432011-08-29T21:33:00.000-04:002011-08-29T21:33:10.638-04:00We Are Alive-- I Think!Although it SEEMS like we have fallen off the face of the planet, I can assure you all residents of The Asylum are firmly attached to the ground.
We've just been crazy busy.
And I've been working my batooshie off. (No- for reals. The batooshie and various other portions of my anatomy have changed recently.)
Anywhogivesaflipaboutfattybutts--
Things have been insane. Good insane. But insane. Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-71619073347484731492011-08-16T13:35:00.000-04:002011-08-16T13:35:30.942-04:00Just So Y'all Know...The Locust Brothers are pretty awesome. But-- and this is a pretty significant BUT here-- they are BOYS.
Growing, hungry, active, crazy, cute as all get out BOYS. B-O-Y-S.
And I never.
Ever.
Know what is going to come out of their mouths.
Now, for a prime example:
Bedtime two nights ago. The Locust Brothers and I had decided to incorporate some cooking into our homeschool routine this year.Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-2181264548262925662011-08-12T15:51:00.000-04:002011-08-12T15:51:53.047-04:00I Just Gotta Tell YaMy Locusts? They are growing up. Life has been hectic to say the least of late, and Cub and Wrecking Crew have really proven themselves to be some amazing little mens. Now, I know- I'm their Mom. I'm *supposed* to think they are amazing.
But when someone else outside the family comments on it? Yeah- does my old heart wonders.
For example. I've been going to work now and then for a few hours. Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-12643366744769462082011-08-04T12:30:00.000-04:002011-08-04T12:30:11.111-04:00Howdy!We aren't even going to get into bemoaning the weather outside right now. It is just. not. worth. the effort. Honestly.
Dawn comes early these days. The sun just peeping over the horizon is beautiful, but a not so gentle reminder that daylight is indeed burning. (Ever feel like a vampire? Nocturnal to an extreme? In order to work horses these days, we have to do it after the sun has set or Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-89225528414165178742011-07-31T13:35:00.000-04:002011-07-31T13:35:11.249-04:00*Knock Knock Knock*...We have not melted.
Nor have we vaporized,
vanished,
flown the coop,
jumped ship,
fallen off the face of the Earth,
or any other form of disappearing.
Life once again, jumped up. This time however, it has NOT bitten us-- it has just been insanely. busy.
As you can probably tell from the last month or so worth of (admittedly sporadic) posts, the direction of the blog is taking a slow shift as Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-53286611394868168292011-07-22T11:49:00.000-04:002011-07-22T11:49:03.847-04:00News From MiKael!Great news to start the weekend everybody! MiKael made it home last night! She is still weak as a kitten, but she is HOME.
Strong as she has been all her life, this is still going to take quite a while for her to recover from. Right now she is battling with blood clots in her lungs and legs, which we all know can be extremely dangerous in and of itself. Doctor visits begin on Monday, to begin a Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-44068815472944912082011-07-20T11:36:00.000-04:002011-07-20T11:36:19.559-04:00Wrecking Crew, Cat Whisperer No matter where we go, What we may be doing, I can always count on Wrecker To find the cutest, coolest kitties.
Wait-- that SHOULD read,The coolest, sweetest Kitties findWRECKER. The boy is a kitty magnet. This little guy was SO sweet. And he loved Wrecker. Thankfully though, he has a GOOD home with our hay supplier.So I did not have to endure the pleas to bring him home.(But truth be told as Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-53436500760481385302011-07-19T21:52:00.000-04:002011-07-19T21:52:20.589-04:00Holy Exploding Hairballs**Warning: GunDiva-- skip the first part of this and scroll down to where I start talking about HoneyMare's rehab, 'K?
Yes, you read the title correctly. Holy Exploding Hairballs is right. I kid you not.
Jo the Wonder Nanny Dog is but ONE culprit as it seems I can not escape a house awash in hair no matter what I do, or where I go. For reals. Jo has apparently decided that Winter is going to Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-38324934592946475592011-07-12T14:46:00.000-04:002011-07-12T14:46:09.836-04:00Out Of The Mouths Of Babes When you hit the road in wee hours of the morning, chasing the sun down the highway...
And the haze is this heavy...
You know we are in for a HOT, HUMID, MESS of a day.
AAAnnnnnnnndddd it has been.
But--- thanks to not sleeping for crap a desire to get done and home QUICKLY, I managed to chase the sun to today's client. (Had all 3 done and was back home by 9a. Works for me.)
As I staggered Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-91024603490995181212011-07-09T12:31:00.000-04:002011-07-09T12:31:55.338-04:00Bits of RandomnessAre you KIDDING me Blogger? I've been trying for 30 minutes now to add photos to this post. Do YOU, Blogger, need a RASP ENEMA?? HMmMMMMM?
Apparently we are doomed to a post sans photos. Dangitall. I'll do my best to illustrate with words for you though, so maybe at least some interesting mental images may arise.
First up on the Random List:
Murphy had her spay yesterday. Yes ladies and gentsMrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-62693121922246377132011-07-05T13:19:00.000-04:002011-07-05T13:19:50.876-04:00Rising Rainbow Arabians UpdateI know quite a few of you read MiKael's blog as well. Husband Dave had posted an update a bit back, (and unintentionally scared the dickens out of us) that MiKael was in the hospital. It's been mighty quiet over there, and I've been pretty worried.
It was a big relief to me today when the phone rang, and MiKael was on the other end of the line. She is still in the hospital, she's had some Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-1988332302821643042011-07-01T12:50:00.000-04:002011-07-01T12:50:44.794-04:00Can You Help To Right A Wrong? You may remember a short time ago I wrote about "LOONIE FARMS" in SE GA. (Both parties involved are in custody at this time. However, they are being rather uncooperative in regard to former owners who entrusted them with their animals.)
The gelding in the photos today was one of the victims of a particular brand of LUNACY. Entrusted by his owners to provide a retirement home, the loons of "Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-83082396148514977282011-06-30T13:47:00.000-04:002011-06-30T13:47:26.022-04:00Jell-o? Pillsbury Dough Girl?When a horse comes in for rehab, we have to make several decisions and assessments on their overall condition and health. Kahuna was pretty easy- all he truly needed was a careful feeding program in order to regain the weight he had lost. Which he did- in short order.
HoneyMare however is a whole other ball game. Her weight is fine- but her condition? Poor. Setting aside her pain issues, a closeMrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-80690887547490361532011-06-29T08:06:00.000-04:002011-06-29T08:06:11.887-04:00Less Wordy Wednesday....
HoneyMareMore to follow in the days to come....Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-54769824191840233442011-06-28T11:50:00.000-04:002011-06-28T11:50:07.825-04:00What's New At The AsylumI'm back from school. My brain is bleeding. But.. in the grand scheme of things it's all good. As I mentioned-- school was non-equine related. I wasn't going to mention it but a few emails and requests later, it was decided FOR me that we would talk about it. (If you want horse stuff, skip down a few paragraphs-- there is a new rehab mare in the paddock with Mommy's Little Dump Truck. Scan down Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-18455324394908529322011-06-22T14:09:00.000-04:002011-06-22T14:09:30.950-04:00SMILE! You're On Mrs Mom's Camera!
In order to control the (legless) snake population a bit, hayfield *yard* care in is order. While mowing and weed whackering on Sunday, Dear Husband found this old guy in the pen with the big Bloodhound. Just how Mr. Turtle escaped the (slobbery) attention of the 'Hound is beyond me- that dog LOVES to slime EVERYTHING. And I do mean EVERYTHING. All you have to do is Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-22477947648366993082011-06-19T15:24:00.000-04:002011-06-19T15:24:36.840-04:00Oh This Is SO Not Fair.Current temp outside: 105*
Temps at some of my favorite places:
76*
75*
61*
Something is really wrong with this picture.
Speaking of pictures-- here's one for you. Warning- don't look real close if you have a snake aversion.
This was NOT in my yard. This over 6' long rattle snake was outside of Fort Stewart (about an hour from here.) The rattlesnake population has exploded this year with a Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-50529984147037609572011-06-15T12:06:00.000-04:002011-06-15T12:06:32.296-04:00Insanity!Well what do you expect from a place known as "THE ASYLUM"? Nothing but the best kind of Insanity, right?
Happy to oblige!
On one hand, it seems like there is nothing going on. Nada. Zip. Zilch. Zero.
But in the same breath, it is pretty shocking how much is getting done horse-wise.
For example- Kahuna. I think he has put on substantial weight. Maybe close to the 100 pound mark now. He is Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-87027193627482747122011-06-11T10:59:00.000-04:002011-06-11T10:59:13.249-04:00Sometimes You're The Windshield.....Sometimes you're the bug.
Word from Tundra Country reached me last night, of the extreme illness of someone who has been a father figure to myself and many others. I'm in the early stages of trying to sort out logistics for travel.
I'm starting to really not like the month of June very much.
Last June, the Locust Brothers and I shared a cold. In the harshest grips of it, my Gramma passed Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-56367473201526637952011-06-07T16:08:00.000-04:002011-06-07T16:08:45.984-04:00Long County GA- Apparently NOT a Good Place For HorsesDear Husband d I always commented on the conditions of the horses we saw when we had to drive through Long County, GA. It seemed to us that there were quite a few poor looking animals around. But, given the southeast was in the grips of an extreme drought, we skeptically cut owners some slack.
Then, a couple years later, we hear about the crazy rescue "LOONIE FARMS" and what type of Hell on Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-30434785656104439512011-06-06T13:05:00.000-04:002011-06-06T13:05:47.628-04:00I've Always Said...Horse folks were a tough breed. Mother Nature has been testing us all to our limits this year. Six months into 2011, and we've faced extreme snows/ everlasting winter (just ask Bill and Juanita at Allenspark Lodge), horrible high heat and humidity on my end and tornadoes wiping out Alabama.
Horse Radio Network is kicking off a tremendous effort to help people out. A 3 hour radio-thon today, Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-29218759648755190672011-05-31T21:23:00.000-04:002011-05-31T21:23:24.911-04:00Jo Has A Solution!! Poor old Jo the Wonder Nanny Dog. She is just plain out numbered. DAT has gone to the Dark Side, becoming fast friends with the interloper, Murphy. DAT and Murphy play tag day, trying their best to get Jo involved in the game.
Sometimes, it works. Old Jo will pounce and bounce some too, for a short time. Then she comes to her senses and comes wobbling up to me, sides heaving, tongue lolling Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-82545315355612113622011-05-29T21:41:00.000-04:002011-05-29T21:41:39.145-04:00Memorial Day, 2011 Here we are, once again. Memorial Day. The grills were put to good use all over our country, cooking up miles of hot dogs and sausages, countless sides of beef and flocks of chickens. Buckets of tater salads, pounds of chips, cakes, goodies galore were washed down by barrels of beer, soda and gallon upon gallon of sweet tea.
It is about now that I tend to encourage everyone to stop and Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-46478497758284126492011-05-28T13:33:00.002-04:002011-05-28T13:35:32.451-04:00Check Out The Poll!Now that the weather is heating up and we are forced indoors more, I have been reorganizing notes for book(s). The next step is getting them written!So- tell me- interested in eBook format of some sort? Let me know!Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-394735973093331302011-05-27T16:38:00.003-04:002011-05-27T17:09:44.179-04:00Bits of Randomness for FridayMurphy Says, "Hi Everybody!"Not much going on in these parts, so here are some random blatherings for your entertainment. To begin our randomness, I will relate a story that shows why I'll never achieve the Fearless status of my dear friend, Mikey. Why is Mikey "Fearless"? (Oh come ON! I know you read her blog!!) Shoot, the woman relocates rattle snakes. Tames large, fierce bulls. Crawls into Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-79869456403215636452011-05-26T16:27:00.004-04:002011-05-26T16:54:11.850-04:00Always- And I Do Mean ALWAYS- Research RescuesIt *used* to be that when someone mentioned rescue to me, I thought, "Well alright then! Got to be good folks, taking in hardship cases!" My views on "rescues" slowly began to change over the years to what they stand at now. Which, I'll warn you, is *HIGHLY* skeptical. Call me a cynic, but after reading the stories over the past couple weeks about a south Georgia "rescue", I feel justified in my Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-77355840185051855372011-05-23T13:10:00.002-04:002011-05-23T13:25:31.342-04:00When Is Enough, Enough?On the way home from running some errands, I happened to pass a blinking, scrolling sign outside of a middle school. I glanced at the school theme messages, and then about slowed to a stop when the temperature flashed up.I had to look not once, not twice, but THREE times. AND I even got Cub and Wrecking Crew to verify what I was - or thought I was - seeing.That blasted thing read 115*.Yes, you Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-37275186603595120072011-05-20T12:15:00.004-04:002011-05-20T12:28:13.264-04:00Book Review!Image courtesy of www.LeighBrill.comIt sure seems to me that horse people are not *just* horse people.Oh no.We are ANIMAL people-All creatures,Great and smallfill our hearts and homes with their special brand of love, dust bunnies,laughter and wonderful memories.Through this amazing book, you will get to hear about a young woman who had dealt as gracefully as she could with a debilitating Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-32868467558458397792011-05-13T18:51:00.003-04:002011-05-13T19:07:00.803-04:00Yep, Situation "Normal"-ishHuh. Wonder if we can carve some weight off Mommy's Little Dump Truck for The Big Kahuna...The Big Kahuna is settling in well. We are adjusting his diet to maximize weight gain, and I have to say right now I think the big fellow is full. His diet at the moment consists of:- Free choice locally grown grass hay (1st cutting) (Which he has not been keen on picking his head up out of)- Beet pulp, Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-56748159173016116352011-05-10T10:25:00.002-04:002011-05-10T11:04:54.789-04:00The Goin's On Round HereI can't help it. The song that keeps running through my head today? (Brace yourself. And no, you can not kick me for making it run in YOUR head too.)The Wheels On The Bus."Go round and round, round and round...."Gah.It pretty much sums things up around The Asylum though- Life keeps going round and round.My little pal Murphy has been hard at work learning lots of new things. Like, come when you Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-80562643241698491302011-05-06T12:04:00.004-04:002011-05-06T12:44:58.289-04:00Sunny Side UpOur flag flies at half-mast for Johnny RebWell y'all, what can I say? "Thank you" does not seem like enough- we were simply overwhelmed by the number of emails, comments, calls and contacts from everyone. Your thoughts, prayers and kind words made what was a truly difficult time easier to bear. Just knowing that so many people - the vast majority of whom we have never met- care so deeply for my Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-54339760728062365022011-04-28T17:34:00.002-04:002011-04-28T17:44:32.798-04:00Latest News BulletinOregon Sunshine checking in here again for Mrs. Mom with the latest news bulletin:Well, Johnny Reb didn't ride on out on a tornado like I predicted. Instead, he grabbed onto a thunderclap just a short time ago. Yep, Johnny Reb went to meet his Maker. Mrs. Mom and Co. are with family at this time. It might be a few days before she's back. Right now, she's doing her best to keep The Asylum on Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-59401455618572092612011-04-27T16:10:00.003-04:002011-04-28T01:04:30.373-04:00Edited: Quick UpdateHey! OS here, filling in for Mrs. Mom.She asked me to give y'all a quick update.Mrs. Mom is due to get hammered by a nasty storm tomorrow, the same storm that slaughtered Chattanooga and much of Alabama** today. The weatherman is expecting severe thunderstorms and a high chance of tornadoes. **Having now had a taste of said storm myself, I'm a bit worried. Johnny Reb is rapidly declining. Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-25034280291967127472011-04-25T20:00:00.002-04:002011-04-25T20:20:44.470-04:00I seriously need some more of this.OK folks, things are going to get.... ummbusyaround The Asylum.It is no surprise that Johnny Reb is nearing the end of his journey with us.The surprise is the speed at which the journey is ending.Tomorrow, he will make a trip home, to be with family.It is as it should be.So.. if you don't see me or hear from me, don't worry.I'll be back- we just don't know *whenMrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-23150284658605212042011-04-23T17:07:00.003-04:002011-04-23T17:30:02.612-04:00*RING RING... RING RING*.. "Mrs Mom? This Is MURPHY Calling..."Y'all, ya just don't know what ol' Murphy decided to drop in on us this week. Eeee gads.First, the Johnny Reb scare. Honestly? We thought this was "it"- that I'd have nothing but a memorial to post this Easter weekend. However, ol' Reb is tough. He has apparently decided that no, it's not quite time.Next, we've been having a bit of trouble with our water pressure. The problem has steadily grown..Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-34320019111521696042011-04-18T10:46:00.004-04:002011-04-18T11:25:42.818-04:00I'm Such A Bad BloggerEver since the time change, I've had a bear of a time getting adjusted. Mornings are an exercise in frustration, as my worn out, tired, beat up old bod is convinced that no, we are NOT supposed to be UP yet. It feels like torture. However, daylight is burning, so up I get. Never one to sleep when there was light out and work to be done, up it is like it or not.You'd think that I'd have had ample Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-69234520166016938212011-04-13T17:10:00.002-04:002011-04-13T17:32:28.952-04:00An Owners NightmareBefore I get into the main topic of today's post, I gotta say: right now, I smell like pony. There is red pony hair all over my shirt and pants. I'm dead dog tired, limping and cussing my hoof, but there is s song in my heart because I got pony kisses today and everyday.Yeah. Now that all the sappy stuff is out of the way...Jackie (Ace's Hoof Maiden) zapped me an email a while ago now, and asked Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-30692808381677901262011-04-07T15:33:00.003-04:002011-04-07T16:21:06.811-04:00Things That Make You Go Hmmmm... (Not Horse Related!)Early this afternoon, The Asylum had an unexpected, unannounced vehicle pull up in the yard. The Locust Brothers had been out playing, and alerted me to the fact that strangers were here and I headed to the door.Hmm. Something did not sit right with the scene that met my wondering eyes.... (Mini van, sign on side announcing company name, two people splitting apart- one headed to my house, one to Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-42664060262628144082011-04-04T12:35:00.005-04:002011-04-04T12:57:28.006-04:00Sheath Cleaning 101 ...Also known as,How to Humiliate Your Pony, Not To Mention YOURSELFBy Mrs MomStep One:Gather Supplies. You will need the obvious, mild cleaning agent, soft soft cloths,disposable gloves, warm water, disposable gloves...While you are gathering supplies up, make sure to take the time toKiss Your Dignity Goodbye.Trust me on this one. Step Two:Convince one pony that this really IS an OK idea.Lutin saysMrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-8197119092141743092011-04-01T15:33:00.003-04:002011-04-01T15:57:58.175-04:00WhiskeyTangoFoxtrotFridaySo the other day ago..... in between torrential rain showers, thunder and lightening,I'd had enough.More than enough. It was UG-LEEE around here between me and the Locust Brothers being cooped up together.Inside. With 75 pound Jo the Wonder Nanny Dog faaaREEKING out every other second and tromping her fat arsedirectly on my busted hoof. Out of desperation,in a break between showers,I managed to Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-82839923710403073572011-03-28T13:32:00.002-04:002011-03-28T13:57:09.837-04:00C'mon Baby, Do The Locomotion With Me!Nope, this is not a whining-ouch-it-hurts post. But it stems from that.I've noticed over the past couple days worth of impared locomotion that there are things that hurt that well, maybe shouldn't hurt since they did not bear the direct impact.Ah-HA!! Can we apply this to our horses somehow? (In case you are wondering, sleep has been an issue of late as well. Last night was the worst, as Jo the Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-900861247949975392011-03-27T14:15:00.003-04:002011-03-27T15:50:21.341-04:00Commercially Available Thrush TreatmentsA new Valley Vet catalog arrived in the mail the other day. Paging through it was a no-brainer since there is now a very valid reason *to* look at loads of equine goodies. (Lutin agrees. He has already put in very specific orders for cookies, fly spray, brushes and a new halter. Rotten pony.) Back to the topic though. Since Lutin has wonderful feet, I had planned on skipping over the hoof Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-19228955893170268162011-03-24T21:48:00.002-04:002011-03-24T22:01:31.689-04:00Sooo... Anyone Up For Teaching Me To Walk?Ok, so it wasn't a locomotion incident. I *was* walking just fine. Fine enough that the Locust Brothers and I were busy today -- the peas went in the garden, we contemplated where to put some taters, and we had a nice hour and a half long session of "pony time". It was *after* all of that fun stuff.And by the way-- I wish I had my camera with me this morning while in the garden-- DAT was a Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-66391039169420475082011-03-23T17:20:00.002-04:002011-03-23T17:32:55.163-04:00Book ReviewI really should be getting up, going outside to check the garden and peep at the tender shoots working their way up in the herb boxes. The hose is running and poor DAT just came slinking in, sopping wet, so it's a safe bet that the Locust Brothers are up to no good. The Wonder Pony just nickered making me wonder if he too has been a victim of The Hose.*sigh*But I can't. All that can wait for justMrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-7955116625588317432011-03-17T13:08:00.005-04:002011-03-17T13:59:43.476-04:00Deep Tissue ThrushWe cover thrush a lot on here. A. Lot. But I don't think we've ever really gone into WHY it is important to treat thrush, and what it will eventually do to your horse's hoof if left unchecked. To start, let's take a look at treatment options once more.Treatments I've Used:White Lightening Gel (LOVE IT)Clean Trax (Also LOVE IT)Dish soap and warm waterPlain water flushes (higher pressure than just Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-17112150309394144842011-03-13T12:39:00.002-04:002011-03-13T12:53:10.204-04:00Hi. I'm Lutin. Newest addition to what I'm told isThe Asylum.At first, I wondered what the heck THAT was all about,But it soon became apparent-If the shoe fits and all...(Just sayin'... It's crazy around here.)I've got some weird new roomies.Still have yet to figure out what the deal is with the dog.She tries really hard to pretend I'm NOT there, sniffing her.Ever see 75# of dog freeze and pray Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-38031162596012320332011-03-10T11:26:00.003-05:002011-03-10T11:40:30.517-05:00Spring In The South....The days weather forecast for yesterday did not fill me with too terribly much joy. That line of red leading the edge of the storm headed east? Yeah. There was some bad bad stuff in there.All I could see was having to medicate Jo the Wonder Nanny Dog.And having to postpone a long awaited event....The skies were heavy, promising rain and high winds at the very least. The clouds sent chills down myMrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-75069643485856630512011-03-05T07:56:00.003-05:002011-03-05T07:59:02.515-05:00I Wanna Be In PICTURES!Anyone care to hazard a guess as to who the red horse is above??Here's a hint:He always was a bit of a boy DIVA.....And now the Boy Diva is in a MOVIE! (The movie: SAVANNAH. Filming downtown currently.)Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-54733237307912158822011-03-04T18:53:00.002-05:002011-03-04T19:15:44.033-05:00*Hi* I'm Alive!Yep. The stiffness from yesterday SURELY lets me know that I am indeed very much alive.But before we get into any horse talk, I need to give an update on the general health and well being of those of us from The Asylum.The rest of us are alive too.OK OK .. all kidding aside..The Locust Brothers are eating their weight each day and growing faster than I can keep up. Plans are being made now to Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-89638899136874590692011-02-23T21:40:00.003-05:002011-02-23T21:51:10.423-05:00Looks Like It Might Get REAL Quiet On HereIn my last post, I alluded to some difficulties with my father in law, lovingly known on the blog as Johnny Reb.Those difficulties have since grown to.. well, shoot I don't even know how to say how much the issues have grown. Exponentially. Astronomically. Too friggin much in too short a time frame, indicating a serious underlying condition.Johnny Reb is currently hospitalized. He is fighting offMrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com32tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-68953017769029239572011-02-19T07:46:00.002-05:002011-02-19T08:25:32.372-05:00No, No, I Still Love Y'all!!!BECG mentioned yesterday that I've been scarce. Which is true. Finding me of late has been an interesting task to say the least.Many of you were reading two years ago, when my father in law Johnny Reb had a severe adverse reaction to surgery. We went through a mighty tough time with the poor man, and then thing began to settle down.Least it *seemed* like they were settling down. Unfortunately, Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-63893116368702011652011-02-18T13:54:00.003-05:002011-02-18T14:23:39.210-05:00Y'all Might Not Want to Read This To The KidsSeems that quite a few of us ladies who happen to blog have been visited by an ANON poster, spreading his umm... *wisdom*.. yeah- that's it- *wisdom* and exercising his right to free speech by proclaiming loudly (but not too proudly- he IS posting ANON after all,) that he despises American Women.OK. That's fine. He can do that. It IS still a free country, right? Right.Now, the FIRST time he Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-4045300358116153422011-02-16T15:02:00.003-05:002011-02-25T20:18:34.020-05:00Build A Sign! And PRIZES!Miss Megan from Build-A-Sign contacted me a bit ago, to see if I'd be interested in doing a product review for them. The very first thing I am going to say is, Megan. Is. Wonderful. She was incredibly patient with my ever-changing and insane schedule, she is very knowledgeable about the products they offer and just a true joy to talk with. I enjoyed working with her as I muddled my way through Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-2319421974778275792011-02-12T12:28:00.002-05:002011-02-12T12:37:07.979-05:00Always Something FunMost times, I open my inbox with a happy sense of anticipation. What will the days news hold? Who will I get to chat with today? Who has pictures of their horses/ kids/ funny stuff to share? I love my inbox. I love what comes to it.Sometimes, a lot of funnies come through, forwarded from one friend to another, passing the giggles along. Once in a while, some yahoo finds my email address (not likeMrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-20807032510184731012011-02-11T16:41:00.002-05:002011-02-11T16:55:15.474-05:00Clean View and I Haz HappiesFor all the ribbing I got over the above photo, look! There is a SAND FREE one!!Now- those who picked out the deep tissue thrush, EXCELLENT job. Let's hear some more treatment suggestions though. I was serious about the prizes part too-- but more on that in a bit.Now- for those who commented on the balance issues: bear in mind- this can be an optical illusion in photos. In person, this hoof has aMrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-32342200421636074512011-02-09T15:01:00.002-05:002011-02-09T15:07:15.403-05:00Let's Play: What Do You See?Pop quiz! Obvious answers such as "A Hoof" won't count. Today we are playing for ca$h and prizes! OK so not the "ca$h" part, but there ARE prizes. Play along and see what everyone has to say. To "win", tell me what you think might be the "problem" with this horse, and what you suggest for treatment.Ready? Set! GO!!~MM (no, Budweiser was not consumed during the making of this post either.)Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-61626184038640258802011-02-08T13:12:00.004-05:002011-02-08T13:54:24.588-05:00Tulips and Budweiser I can hear you now- You think Mrs Mom has lost her mind, thinking about tulips and Budweiser's at the same time. And honestly, you would not be that far off.As you can see above, Tulip with Cindy at the Central VA Horse Rescue is still fighting with Cranker the Canker. Cindy has informed me that first not only is the tissue bent on rapid growth, but that it has a special "s-t-a-n-k" to it that Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-40854459175145561462011-02-05T18:16:00.002-05:002011-02-05T18:47:07.295-05:00Hey, I Didn't Say WHICH Tomorrow, Right?It is official- the week from Crazyville is over. O-V-E-R. Done. FINI. Ended. Kaput. Complete. I can now sit and breathe, catch my breath, stop my head from spinning and hands shaking from the insanity.It's all Golden from here, baby.Now. Tails from Travels.We see a lot of crazy things on the road, going from client to client. Mikey and Wade have some of the best stories, but I have one of my ownMrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-75363144109988662612011-02-03T19:39:00.003-05:002011-02-03T19:48:29.099-05:00OK People---Funder beat me to this today, but I'm going to say it again here. You still need to read Funder's post though, because she details pre-planning what TO do in the event of your untimely death, and she did it wonderfully well.But the 52 horses that are going to be shipped to Sugar Creek Auction this weekend? Yeah-- they have all been placed.Look-- I'm all for spreading the word. I'm all for Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-85241446506657863932011-01-26T17:33:00.002-05:002011-01-26T17:51:58.120-05:00PSA... PSA.. P!S!A!It's been a little while since I did a PSA at Oh HorseFeathers, and this one today just *screamed* out for it. Literally- It.Screamed.What did it scream, you ask?It screamed, "HOLY CRAP PEOPLE, TRY USING YOUR BRAIN- or what is LEFT of your brain- ONCE IN A WHILE! Horses and ponies are NOT Rocket Science!" What got my knickers in such a knot? Weeeellllll.... perusing the local sale ads once again,Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-74782017670206633132011-01-25T16:07:00.006-05:002011-01-25T16:49:15.320-05:00The Mystery HoofBefore we get into the hoof today- give aways (yes- TWO of them!) at Girls With Guns!Check them out and WIN!Meet Tulip. That's her, on the left.To her right, is a very good friend of mine, Cindy.Cindy runs/ lives/ breathes/ is the heart and soul of Central VA Horse Rescue.Of which Tulip is a recent resident.Poor Cindy did not know what she was getting into.Tulip arrived with a host of Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-33282608796051185212011-01-24T15:22:00.002-05:002011-01-24T16:30:12.909-05:00We're *STYLIN'*, Baby!Wow- even though I've been more absent than present in the equi-blogosphere for a few months, I was really shocked and tickled pink to realize that people are still here reading. Several bloggers bestowed the Stylish Blogger Award to Oh HorseFeathers!, and I'll be honest- I feel guilt in accepting it. Why? Because I don't get much chance these days to visit and make friendships, and enjoy other Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-44004630473374402372011-01-18T09:00:00.003-05:002011-01-18T09:05:31.547-05:00Look! A HOOF Post!!Illness has swept through The Asylum of late, rendering all of us quivering masses of nasty-ness. (Trust me on this one. It has NOT been pretty 'round these parts lately.)In an effort to take my mind off the endless cycle of tending sick children, a friend sent me the following image below. Let's play a bit of a game- can anyone tell what this is?Fire away. I'm looking forward to seeing what Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-55503777855984023502011-01-13T08:39:00.004-05:002011-01-13T09:17:45.190-05:00Almost A Year- And What A Year It Was!"Soft Kitty,"Warm Kitty,"Little ball of furrrrrr..."Happy Kitty,"Sleepy Kitty,"Purr purr purr!"Last night, as I was tucking the Locust Brothers in bed, it dawned on me- we ought to be coming up on a one year anniversary of sorts. On January 19, 2009 we were taken over by my ever present little companion, Kitty Biscuits the DAT.The Year Of The DAT has been a blast. She rules the roost with a sharpMrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-87526792051815081992011-01-10T17:17:00.002-05:002011-01-10T17:21:15.624-05:00Arizona RampageWhile I have been AWOL once again, I did want to express my heartfelt sympathies for the victims in this incident.I also wanted to offer a bit of advice- which you can find over at our other blog,Girls With Guns.Dear Husband shared his expertise. With the climate of the day, I suggest everyone- whether or not you support our Constitutional Right To Bear Arms- read the post and learn from it.GirlsMrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-64412667409656799142011-01-05T12:34:00.002-05:002011-01-05T13:25:12.125-05:00Tough SubjectThere is no doubt that owning a horse, dog, cat, bird etc etc etc brings about endless amounts of joy, happiness, wonderful memories and never ending adventures.Wait- except there are times when those adventures DO end. Animals generally do not live as long as we humans do. They age, often suffering from age - related issues and chronic illnesses that are often times painful, leaving the animal Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com47tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-54606226780031656382011-01-01T22:31:00.003-05:002011-01-01T22:48:37.397-05:00Well That's A Helluva Thing...I have posts planned... time however is currently an issue.But I need to make time for this:Jennifer from How Did This Happen? has had a rather rough New Years. On Thursday night she was in the paddock with her gelding Romeo. Long story short, she wound up getting a bad kick directly to the chest. She was taken to the hospital, where she still remains. There is nothing broken rib or sternum wise-Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-27160741941489469622010-12-31T21:00:00.002-05:002010-12-31T21:08:22.576-05:00Buh-Bye, See Ya Later 2010And Hello 2011.Reflection is a big theme at the moment- which makes sense really.I thought about the events of 2010 today. There were ups (a trip to Allenspark Lodge in CO to meet some wonderful equi-bloggers was THE HIGHLIGHT, hooves down!), and there were some serious downs (Dear Husband being ill, and the continuing battle for Johnny Reb with his health concerns). All of which are just too Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-9401844734622424202010-12-28T15:57:00.003-05:002010-12-28T16:15:29.506-05:00Dear FED EX...Ah FED EX... You have let me down once again. Your Customer Service Reps are quite nice and polite, doing all they can to track a pretty important package for us, but your driver- not our USUAL driver mind you, who shoots at the range with Dear Husband and knows well where we live-- but a replacement driver... yeah-- she SUCKS. She apparently can not follow the carefully detailed directions, Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-29043306425603846082010-12-24T08:14:00.001-05:002010-12-24T08:16:06.351-05:00Merry Christmas!Merry Christmas, Everyone!With love from The Asylum- Mrs Mom, Dear Husband/ Mr Mrs Mom, Wrecking Crew, Cub, J-Dog, Jo the Wonder Nanny Dog, Kitty Biscuits DAT, and Porch Cat too!T'was late in the evening, on a cold Christmas Eve,As I slipped to the barn, to check on my steeds.Stockings were hung on stall doors with good care,In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there.The horses were tucked Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-91401321073164757062010-12-23T22:33:00.002-05:002010-12-23T23:04:58.437-05:00Here I Sit...It's well past my bedtime. I *should* be sound asleep by now, but... I'm not. Instead, I tossed and turned. Too many thoughts have crowded my head all week long, too many things going on. Time to sit down and try to collect those thoughts has been scarce to say the least. Looks like tonight might be that chance.'Tis the season. The season for insanity, commercialism, crabby people with glazed Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-12145509228721205602010-12-21T10:44:00.003-05:002010-12-21T11:20:33.859-05:00Holy Christmas Carols Batman!For those who know us, you know that things are NEVER dull around here. OK so *maybe* there were a couple seconds here and there this fall that I was umm... understimulated/ b-o-r-e-d a bit, but ... it didn't last long. Not long at ALL.It seems that non-stop jingleballs to the wall is the norm this month. I.am.exhausted. No matter- we Cowgirl Up and drive on, right? Right.Wait- lemme get a sip ofMrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-18588698941825598922010-12-17T10:07:00.004-05:002010-12-17T10:15:47.313-05:00Leave it to the DATDAT+=FrickenHilarity.Decorating for Christmas has been a big goal around The Asylum these days.Trees inside,Santa,a Nativity scene outside,AndTheDeer.The Deer Move.Funniest blasted thing I have seen in AGES now.DAT went out the door about two hours after the deer had been set up.Instantly, (after stepping off the porch and wandering about the yard some,)DAT sees something ... different... in the Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.com20