Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Why, hello :).  I haven't been on here for a while now have I?  Woops!  I'll try to be a bit more regular.  But I've said that before, haven't I?  I want to start posting more often now that I'm starting a new program.  It has you *ask* the horse to be with.  It's a mixture of AND and The Carolyn Resnick method.  I think Toby will do real well with it.  Not so sure about Sonny...  I think it will because I know behind his 'tough guy' exterior he's really just a scared little RBI.  I'm just scared that he'll get real aggressive again.  I guess I won't know until we try it...

PS: I'll do a more detailed post later :)

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving!

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone!  We had a GREAT time!  McMurray (Daniels speaking right now) came over to my house after Thanksgiving dunch (lunch + dinner) and we dog-piled on my bed, did ab-killers for laughs, and pretty much laughed ourselves half to death talking about dumb movies and awesome movies.  

But, back to Thanksgiving.  Most people, when they think of Thanksgiving, think of a huge family reunion, with a turkey or two, a creamy pile of mashed potatoes and some homemade stuffing.  Most people don't think of God.  And yet, God has everything to do with Thanksgiving.  He was the One who supplied the Pilgrims with resources, which led them to celebrate the first Thanksgiving.  And He is the One in each of our lives, bringing out the big and the small blessings.  Every day is a blessing to be thankful for, and I have taken WAY too many things this year for granted.  According to the world, it's X-mas season!  Which means Black Friday, tourist season (in the South), wrapping paper, gift cards, and office parties and holiday bonuses.  Everything is centered around what we want.  Everybody calls it the "giving season" but that's only code for "if you get me this, I'll get you this".  Thousands of children and teenagers are on the streets.  They don't have anybody to spend Thanksgiving with, except their other homeless friends.  They aren't thinking about the new laptop they're positive that they're getting for Christmas, they're thinking about where their next meal will come from, and if they'll ever see their abusive or unresponsive parents again.  These kids are desperate, and all we can think about is ourselves!  Most people don't realize what these children are going through.  Their own kids are safe and sound, snuggled up in warm pj's and fuzzy socks while they watch TV.  So, just think about it when you go to bed and when you give your parents your list of "I wants"- there are thousands of kids, homeless, starving, dying, and abused that need thoughts and prayers.  So, say a prayer tonight and ask God to brighten someone's life during the Christmas season.

~Jordyn Daniels~

Monday, October 4, 2010

Why God? Why?

UPDATE: Moved site to

     Those are questions I can't stop asking myself...  Why did I have to hold Tyson (my neighbors REALLY cool Rhodesian Ridgeback) as he died?  Why did it HAVE to happen right after my great grandmother died???  Why?  I don't know how much I can take before I break down.  I'm just not sure.  I'm pretty broke up.  Yesterday was the service and today was the burial.  But here's the story behind Tyson dying...

     Bang!  Bang!  Bang!  It's 11:30pm and someone's banging on your door.  Bang!  Bang!  Bang!  Your dad jumps off the couch from a dead sleep and stumbles to the door.  A lady's standing there.

"Do you have a tan colored dog?"
"Sir, I think your dogs been hit...  He looks pretty bad."
"What!?!?!  Show me!"
"Come with me then..."

     You hear a whistle and two labs come bounding up the your dad.  No, it's not one of your dogs.  Oh God, please don't let it be the Browns* dog!  Running your dad and the lady jump the fence, and sure enough, it's the Browns dog...  Your dad sprints back down the street and up the driveway.  He rips you out of bed.

      "Taylor, Tyson's been hit.  Hurry up.  I'm grabbing the jeep and'll meet you there.  He's by their driveway."

     Scrambling you throw on some decent clothes and start running.  By now there is probably around 15 people standing around.  You squat down and start murmuring to him.  There's blood EVERYWHERE.  It's coming out of his nose and mouth.  Your dad pulls up.  His body is starting to cool down and he's going into shock.  Your dad and three other people pick him up and start putting him in the jeep.  You scramble in and help position him on his side.  People start packing blankets around him.  Everyone starts emptying their wallets and pockets to pay for whatever vet bills come up.  You go and sit in the passengers seat and off you go.  Soon the blankets start flapping 'cause you're in a jeep rubicon with the doors and top off.  So, you unbuckle and try to pin them down.  By this time you have blood ALL over you.  He (the dog) struggles to rise so he can clear the blood and keep from suffocating.  You get sprayed with blood.  He lays back down.  You rub him to keep him warm and talk to him to keep him calm.  He repeats the struggle to rise many times.  Finally he gets too weak to rise anymore.  He shudders and you feel his life slip through your hands.  You start yelling at him to stay with you.  You're only 1 mile from the emergency vet's.  Come on Tyson!  You CAN do it!  But, you lose him.  He stops breathing and he shudders 2 or 3 times.  You tell your dad (more like scream.  The wind is really loud) that you don't think he's not breathing.  You smack his shoulder calling his name.  You grab his scruff and give his head a shake.  He's gone though.  You've never touched a dead body or even really seen one so you feel the urge to puke.  Mind you 5 minutes before we had gotten a hold of the owners and his wife's in emergency surgery and we had thought he was going to be OK.  As in make it to the EV (Emergency vets).  We thought he'd probably have to get put down because you could tell his lower back was fractured.  But, you reach the vet's and someone's waiting for you.  You tell her you don't think he's breathing and that you think he's gone.  She checks and sure enough he's gone.  Y'all pull him out (mind you he's a 150# dog and was bred to fight lions) and blood just pours EVERYWHERE.  You then place him on the wheeled gurney.  Now, you and your dad start crying.  You're both covered in blood and you have it covering your arms, shirt, neck, and face.  She lets you go clean up and when your dad leaves the bathroom you go in and just sob.  You then go and fill out some paperwork.  You are then allowed to go.  You call the owner and tell him the bad news.  On the way home you freeze your butts off so you don't have enough energy to cry.  But when you get home you go to your room and sob.  and sob.  and sob.

     Yep, that's my weekend.  It sucked.  I still just want to cry.  But, I can't right now.  I'm at my g-parents with the fam (extended) and have non-waterproof mascara on.  *sighs*  I'm emotionally drained.  I don't feel anymore emotions.  I'm just too drained *smiles shakily*  *sighs*  I've got to go now...  Or I may start crying...

*Names changed to protect privacy

Thursday, September 30, 2010


     I hate death.  I mean I LOATHE it.  And I've had to deal with it a lot in my life.  In reality and in 'thinking' someone's gonna die.  Not just animals (Although I've had a good bit of that) but people.  My Uncle/Godfather and now my great grandma.  Yes, she died.  Last night at 3am.  We were there until 10pm last night and it was horrible.  I felt like I was on death watch.  I wanted to scream.  I wanted to run away.  I was watching someone I loved DIE!  Do you know what that feels like?????  I watched as each organ shut down.  I watched her throw up a mixture of bile, whatever she'd eaten, and blood.  And almost drown herself in it because she was to weak to get off of her back.  She had NO flesh on her bones and didn't look like the happy, sweet great grandmother I've known for all of my life.  I kept wanting to yell  "Get away you Angel of death!  LEAVE ME ALONE!"  I felt trapped and broken.  I felt like a captive.  And when I was able to I bolted.  We had McDonald's for dinner on the beach (That's where she lived) and I saw dark thunderstorm clouds roll in over the gulf as the sun set.  It was like death was rolling in.  So, I ran.  And ran.  And ran.  I ran up and down that beach the entire time I was there.  I needed to out run it.  And I did.  If only for a minute.  I just want my life to be like a normal kid's.  No health crises all the time.  No worry.  No stress.  No financial trouble. No nothing.  I don't want to have to think about anything other than what kids think about.  But I'm gonna have to.  Not that I'm gonna like it...  But I have to.
     I live in an age of 'the faster the better'.  I was listening to the song 'Live Like We're Dying' by Kris Allen and it suddenly hit me....  What would I do if I knew I was going to die soon?  Maybe ride into the sunset?  No.  Maybe ride on the beach?  No.  What about doing something I've always wanted to do (Ride all day across the moors and etc in Ireland or Scotland.  My ancestral homes)?  No.  I'd want to tell my family I love them and thank you.  Thank you for being there and thank you for showing me the correct path.  I would also apply myself to whatever I loved most and do my dang hardest.  I would try to make a difference in someone's life.  I would do something that would show that Yahweh* did the right thing by putting me on this earth!  I would put aside my differences.  I would try to help every one else's problems.  I would try to make everyone feel welcome.  I would do anonymous things for organizations.  I would do whatever I could for OTHERS!   Key word 'others'. And you wanna know something?  I should do that EVERY bloody day.  And I sure don't.  Why?  It's too hard... I want to do what I want to do.  Not school.  But I don't want to do school.  But I don't want to clean my room.  But she's annoying.  She's too different from me.  I'm too shy.  I'm not strong enough.  I could never change ANYTHING!  BS!  Excuse my language but those excuses are called 'Special Exceptions'.  Aka Excuses.  And you want to know something?  Excuses are bs!  Again, excuse my language but I'm talking to myself and the side of me that wants to change is getting pretty ticked at the side of me called pride and selfishness.  I have a whole lot of pride.  That is probably my biggest downfall.  I can't admit I'm wrong without fighting with my self and even then I can't.  It's SOOO hard for me to be humble and not retaliate.  Like Sunday.  But I'll get into that later.  I have my heart so well guarded that NO ONE could get in.  Except for maybe Yahweh.  He's close to breaking in.  I've got it barricaded and he's broken in before and then been repelled back a couple of times.  I need to just let him get in.  To stay.  I think that it's gonna happen.  Soon.  Tonight.  

So, what would you do if you were dying?

There's a commercial then the song :).  Oh, and pause my playlist at the bottom of the page :).

Live Like We're Dying Lyrics

Sometimes we fall down, can't get back up
We're hiding behind skin that's too tough
How come we don't say I love you enough
Till it's to late, it's not too late

Our hearts are hungry for a food that won't come
And we could make a feast from these crumbs
And we're all staring down the barrel of a gun
So if your life flashed before you,
What would you wish you would've done

Yeah, we gotta start
Looking at the hands of the time we've been given
If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking
If every second counts on a clock that's ticking
Gotta live like we're dying

We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or to throw it all away
We gotta tell them that we love them
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying

And if your plane fell out of the skies
Who would you call with your last goodbye
Should be so careful who we live out our lives
So when we long for absolution,
There'll be no one on the line, yeah

Yeah, we gotta start
Looking at the hands of the time we've been given
If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking
If every second counts on a clock that's ticking
Gotta live like we're dying

We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or to throw it all away
We gotta tell them that we love them
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying

Like we're dying, oh, like we're dying...

Like we're dying, oh, like we're dying...

We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or to throw it all away
We gotta tell them that we love them
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying

You never know a good thing till it's gone
You never see a crash till it's head on
Why do we think we're right when we're dead wrong
You never know a good thing till it's gone

Yeah, we gotta start
Looking at the hands of the time we've been given
If this is all we got and we gotta start thinking
If every second counts on a clock that's ticking
Gotta live like we're dying

We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or to throw it all away
We gotta tell them that we love them
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying

Like we're dying, oh, like we're dying..

Like we're dying, oh, like we're dying...

We only got 86,400 seconds in a day to
Turn it all around or to throw it all away
We gotta tell them that we love them
While we got the chance to say
Gotta live like we're dying..

Monday, September 20, 2010

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Now!  This is probably the awesomest giveaway of the century!  I LOVE Awel's stuff :).  She's definitely talented :)  So, click the button and check it out!


Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Childhood Memories...

Who doesn't have at least one?

     I have so many memories and not enough brain power or space to store them or keep them 'up to date' and categorized...  I remember horse shows, barn days, hanging with the horses, movie night, watching Toy Story 2 in movie theaters w/out my sibs...  The list goes on and on.  If you notice though they're mostly centered around horses.  That may be because horses are my life.  I used to show every other (or every) weekend...  I was never not at the barn.  I don't have many memories that don't include horses or just animals in general (like the time Jake ate a battery or at a whole HUGE bag of fizz pop and we watched him swell up like a balloon [cool now, not then]!  I'm very surprised Jake's still around!  Or the time Jake ripped off Cooper's nose *wide eyes*)...  I have so many funny stories/memories...  Tomorrow (at 4:15 am [I get up at 4]) I hope to be writing a post about when Jake swelled like a balloon.  Or a different memory.  Y'all decide :).  Oh so many decisions ;).  lol!  I'm in a bit of a mood right now.  It tells doesn't it?

     Here's a snippet of one of my memories-

     Waves of heat crash over you unmercifully...  The mosquitoes swarm and suck your blood.  Your can't swat them 'cause if you move you ain't placin'.  You're in the middle of what we (me and my buds) call a 'line up'.  It's when you line up facing away from the judge so they can see your 'number' at the end of a flat class (English Hunter Jumper).  All the sudden you feel a little light headed and woozy.  You're cursing the jerks who refused to wave the hot, thick navy blue jackets all English riders are required to wear for shows.  Then, you start to fall off sideways of your bright chestnut horse.  One of the judges rushes to your side as you topple off.  Next thing you know your being examined by the paramedics.  UGH!  To put it lightly, you're embarrassed out of your wits...

Sunday, September 5, 2010

(of) Horsefeathers Giveaway...

So, (of) Horsefeathers is hosting a giveaway!  I know I've been posting about a TON of giveaway's lately but maybe I'll win one now!  Btw check this giveaway out ;)!

Thursday, September 2, 2010

Thursday's Blessings...

So, I'm starting something I'm gonna call 'Thursday's Blessings'.  I'll post 10 'Blessing' or things I'm thankful for every Thursday :).  I figured it'll help y'all get to know me better by seeing what 'I' think are the 'little blessings'....  This week'll be the big 'uns but next week all the fun starts!  Here goes nothin'!

1. Yahweh*

2. Yahweh's Saving Grace

3. Family (excuse Carter [the redhead's] idiotic pose, please!  He thinks it's cool or something *rolls eyes*)  And no, my dad and mom are not in the pic *sniffles*)

4. Friends

5. Siblings

6. My Horses

7. My 'Other' (500, not really, but close ;) ) Pets (I don't have pics of some :(...  So not ALL are pictured...  Just one of the cats, the labs, and Sammy the Chihuahua puppy ;P)

Tyler the cat
Tyler, Sammy, and Anna (yes she is classified as a pet ;) )
Hailey, Anna Grace, Jake, and Levi (not a very good pic, I know!  I just had NO other ones!)

8. My Country (not that I agree with Obama and his office *rolls eyes*)

9. My Dorky Cousin/BF/Sister, Sarah (ALL of the piercings are fake ;) Just for your fyi ;) )

10. Life

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

I AM to Die For...

...Just Ask Jesus...

Woah, that's a lot to take in, is it not?  That's probably why I chose 'Cause He (God/Jesus) Loves Me for my blog name.  In about 9 months to 1 year I hope to make this blog into a website (I'll have a fairly well paying job :).  Starting blog with it's own URL is EXPENSIVE! ) with LOTS of followers ;).  I hope it becomes something big and/or changes a life...

But, back to the saying.  Jesus really DOES think I am to die for!  Is that not amazing?!?  Who would've thought that I am to die for?  That he died so I, the sinner, could go to heaven!  He bore every sin ever committed so I could go to heaven!  Why would he do that?  Why?

Why is a question I am always asking!  I ask it because a) I'm curious  and  b) I can't/won't/don't believe what you're saying is true!  I had a huge BFO (bling flash of the obvious) about a week ago.  I have always thought I wasn't worth a piece of garbage or worth a crap (I don't normally talk like this) in laymen's lingo. Why? (Can you see my obsession with the word Why, yet?)  I don't rightly know.  I just know I have the LOWEST self-confidence of any human being you'll ever meet.  I may be EXTREMELY book smart and techno savvy.  I may be a great horsewoman (which horse stuff is the only thing I've EVER been confident with!) and I may be 'pretty' by the world's standards (no I'm NOT bragging!)...  But I've always been shy and unconfident.  Since I've believed this lie (that I'm not worth anything) everything has suffered.  I haven't been doing everything to my utmost ability because I didn't think it would make a difference because I sucked (excuse my language, again.  I just couldn't think of a better word) at everything.  Or that's what I believed.  But it's NOT TRUE!  DO NOT BELIEVE THE LIE THAT THE WORLD/SATAN WANTS YOU TO BELIEVE!!!  You ARE worth a LOT!  You aren't a piece of garbage for people to trample!  So, don't let them.  Here is my favorite verse and a verse that makes my point for me~

Matthew 10:29-31
Are not two sparrows sold for a penny?  Yet not one falls to the ground apart from the will of your Father.  And even the very hairs on your HEAD are numbered.  So, do not be afraid for you are worth more than many sparrows...

If the very hairs on your head are numbered don't you think God thinks a great deal of you?  But, back to my BFO...

I had had some bad news (I'm not going to tell anyone since it didn't happen) so I went outside.  Sonny was right there and I had just reread the first chapter of 'Hope Rising' by Kim Meeder (you REALLY need to read this book) so, in the back of my mind, I was mulling over the idea that you ARE loved.  Then I got the bad news and went outside, ladedadeda...  And I started crying on Sonny.  That happens a lot.  He's like a big teddy.  I also think he understands a little bit of what's going on.  But while I was crying God brought to my mind that chapter I had read.  But, I being average me, rejected it.  He presented his case again, and I, like a bad judge, rejected it as false, again.  Finally he got a little ticked and said, "Walk away from that horse."
And I said (in normal me behavior), "Why should I?"
And he said, "Because, if he follows you that means you really are LOVED."
And I said (do you see a pattern yet?), "But if he doesn't follow me it means I'm not loved.  I don't know if I can take that..."
And he said, "Trust me (I don't trust easily [If at all] b/c no one understands me and whenever I bring my emotions up they say they aren't true.  Whatever.)"

So, for probably the first time in a my life, I trusted.  I didn't think Sonny would follow (there was knee high grass everywhere!) so I stood there scuffing my bare toe in the dirt, not daring to look over my shoulder.  And, you guessed it, I felt soft breathing on my neck.  HE HAD FOLLOWED!  But, I being me, didn't quite believe it.  So, we repeated the sequence again, and again, and again, and again.  And he followed me every time.  Finally, I just started sobbing on his (Sonny's) forehead.  I cried for around 30 minutes.  He just sat (well, stood) their like a good little boy.  I felt, I don't know, free?  Relieved?  Happy?  Loved?  Alive?  I just know I felt GREAT (that word doesn't describe the feeling at ALL.).  And like the biggest weed 'breed' in that weed patch called my heart had been pulled out.  I still struggle with feeling I'm not loved minutely but I think I'm winning the battle.  I have to.

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Singing in the Rain is hosting a Blog Party! Yah, baby!

      Here goes nothin'!

1. What has been your favorite part of summer so far?
      My week off from school ;).
2. What is your favorite part of autumn? 

     Starting to see an end to the heat, humidity, and etc (kinda) in sight!  (I live on the water and in FL...  So, it's always boiling!  I mean, we wore SHORTS AND T-SHIRTS ON CHRISTMAS!!!!!!  I mean COME ON!)
3. Raindrops on roses or whiskers on kittens?

     Rain drops on roses ;).  They are just sooooooooooo pretty!
4. Describe your dream house.

     A small little log cabin with just the necessities (i.e. a bathroom, shower, fridge, air conditioning, and internet (but not a phone line please!) with a barn adjoining it and sitting on at LEAST 25,000 acres :).  Preferably 100,000 ;).
5. What's your favorite movie?

     Hard one!  Probably National Treasure (one and two) or Forrest Gump or Pirates of the Caribbean (the first one)
6. Quote something from the book you most recently read:

     I can't think of anything but here's my favorite movie quote~
 My mama always used to say life was like a box of choc-lates.  You never know which one you're gonna ge-et...  -Forrest Gump
7. What do you like/not like about my blog?

     Your fun posts and awesome blog design!  Pure eye candy!
8. Rain or shine?

    Rain and shine ;).  It depends on what mood I'm in...
9. The worst grammatical mistake, in your opinion:

     Saying me when you should say I.  UGH!
10. If you had a choice, would you want to live: in the mountains, in a rainforest, on a prairie, or by the beach?

     The mountains definitely.  I'm moving there in 4 years!  That's where the college I'm going to (or at least want to) is!  University of Montana.
11. What character from a book would you say you are most like?

     Edmond in The Chronicles of Narnia.  I keep my emotions in check for sure...
12. Be constantly talking the rest of your life or not be able to communicate in any way for the rest of your life?

     The latter for sure!
13. Owl City or Switchfoot?

    Owl City
14. Taylor Swift of Selena Gomez?

     I'm not allowed to listen to either of them so I say...  CARRIE UNDERWOOD!  lol!
15. Your pet peeve?

     Being a wuss around horses.  It could get ya' killed (And I am so not joking.  Especially when you have a bunch of young horses [like me] loose during feeding time)
16. What's your favorite font?

      Not sure...  Depends on the mood!  But I LOATHE Bleeding Cowboy!
17. How are you educated? (i.e. homeschooled, public schooled, private schooled)

     Homeschooled and loving it!
18. Do you consider yourself tomboy-ish or feminine? 

     Tomboy-ish for sure!
19. What's your favorite song?

      My Wish, Mayberry, When the Sand Runs Out, No Reins (all by Rascal Flatts), or Jericho, Sarah Jo, Nashville, and pretty much any song by Jonny Diaz!  I also LOVE most of Craig Cameron's songs....  But I have to sya my absolute FAV is What I Love About Sunday by Craig Cameron...
20. Did you enjoy answering these questions?

    Yah, baby!  Sorry, I'm in a weird mood....

Saturday, August 21, 2010

New blog name and new screen name Ideas...

HELP!  I'm thinking I'm going to change the blog name to 'Cause He Loves Me and my screen name to either-
The Victorious Tailor (What my real name means)
Laurel Crowned

The blog 'theme' verse'll be Matthew 10:29-31 (aka my absolutely FAVORITE verse!)~

Matthew 10:29-31 (New International Version)

29Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from the will of your Father. 30And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. 31So don't be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.

Vote for what you think by leaving a comment (not required) and voting in the poll(s)!

Oh, the *new* look should be up by Monday/Tuesday!  YAY!

Saturday, August 14, 2010

P E A C E....

     Ahhhh....  I had the best, most peaceful session ever night before last...  Since the barn isn't quite up, yet, I brought him onto the back porch for a nice grooming session, some stretches, and UDT...  I feel so bad because I can't remember the last time I had just 'hung' with him and groomed him :(.  I had some music on too!  It was mostly Rascal Flatts, Keith Urban, Jonny Diaz, Classical, and some really relaxing Scottish music...

     We played with stretches and he loved them!  He caught on really fast!  I think I'm glad I did that session...  I think I'm going to *try* to do it every night...

     On a different note I'm redoing my blog, again.  It's going to stay 'pretty much' the same I'm just putting the NavBar in it's own column, messing with the header a bit, adding a special watermark to about everything, and just playing around with it a bit :).

Wednesday, August 4, 2010



verb, chose; cho·sen or (Obsolete chose; choos·ing.

–verb (used with object)
to select from a number of possibilities; pick by preference.
to prefer or decide (to do something).
to want; desire.
(esp. in children's games) to contend with (an opponent) to decide, as by odd or even, who will do something.

—verb (used without object)
to make a choice.
to be inclined.

cannot choose but, cannot do otherwise than; is or are obliged to: He cannot choose but obey.

     Hmm...  For my church's Bible Study, before the sermon, they asked us to look up this word.  It's causing me to really lick, chew, and think.  Choose doesn't just mean the very first meaning (to select from a number of possibilities) but means a range of things, like-

     To prefer; want; desire; make a choice; be inclined...

     I really like 2,3, and 7-

     To prefer or decide
     To want; desire
     Cannot choose but, cannot do otherwise than, is or are obliged to.

    The last one made me think about how bad I've been lately about choosing to do my chores, work with horses, do school, and etc.  I do it but I don't want to.  I want to want to.  I want to be #2 or #3 in everything I do!  I do like to work with the horses...  But I can't unless I do everything else I have to do.  Horses are a lot of work.  So are all of our other 500 pets.  One thing that does not help with all of the things I have to do is my lack of organizational skills, time management skills, and my 'scatter-brainness'.  When I'm doing school (or anything requiring brain power) I tend to go into LaLa land like 'look at the pretty butterfly!  Let's daydream [or make a whole book in my head] about the butterfly and not do school (aka anything requiring brain power)...'  I know...  I'm bad.  I just can't help it!  I have the attention span of a gnat!

    Off subject but, I'm watching 'The Last American Cowboy'.  It's AWESOME!  lol ;).

    I'm only allowed to watch a movie Friday night and an occasional show...

     I'm having issues typing today.

     I'm bored

     I'm going to go now...

     I didn't sleep last night.  I had a migraine...

     This is TOTALLY off subject...

     I'm making dinner tonight...

     I WILL stop now...

     Good Bye and Good Night...

     Anna now calls Ah-wah (Lauren, Ah-wah doesn't sound very similar...)


     I'm in a REALLY random mood...

      Good Bye!

A Good Poem...

When you run so fast to get somewhere
you miss half the fun of getting there
if you worry and hurry through your day
it's like an unopened gift
thrown away
Life is not a race
Do take is slower
hear the music
before the song is over."