Lord, what a week.  First Ibn gets his leg caught in a wire, and I had to cut him out.  Then my 5 year old's deaf gelding injures himself, and just before her first leadline class.  The horse's tore the door to the feed room down (altho no one got to the feed, thank God) and to top it all off my well pump is acting up.  Been one of those, who painted the bullseye on me week?

But despite that, I am unbelieveably lucky, because I have two beautiful healthy kids, a sexy husband who loves me deeply and I him, and in a time of such turmoil and trouble, my kids are happy and strong.  We are all getting ready for school, as I am going for my CNA certification when they go to their schools. 

My husband has cast his eye on my mare (he has always loved her) and I may be training her for him.  He was always 'stallion, stallion, stallion,' so it is good he likes a mare.  But she is about as perfect as can be.   My wild little indian, my youngest, rides her gelding with no saddle or bridle, and he is a paint.  My oldest loves her horse, her arabian mare, but she wants a cellphone more than a saddle.  My husband tolerates my horse habit, foots the bills, and is glad he knows now how to make me happy..

Now I focus my energies on my grassroots efforts to ban horse slaughter for human consumption.  I am involved in animal and human rights, but the horse slaughter bill is a personal holy grail of mine.  I have started little fires all over, and now I watch them smolder.

Brightest blessings to all!