tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26959879671879281922014-07-12T18:42:41.896-04:00Mrs Momhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15269132012512166439noreply@blogger.comBlogger838125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2695987967187928192.post-33838814685234228082014-05-28T09:45:00.003-04:002014-05-28T10:16:33.129-04:00

Notice the "working" part in that title-- because Lawsy me it was WORK. A short time back, the Company saw fit to send my Dear Husband and I on a trip to Dallas. Yep- you read that correctly- we went to Dallas. Which meant flying. Which meant Mrs Mom sucking it up and *not* freaking out on not one, not two, but FOUR different planes. Yeah baby. (I wasn't exactly impressed but at least this

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 All really is well in the Southland, I promise. Life has been rolling along at quite the clip, leaving me wondering where the time has gone. It's already MAY ... before I know it, Christmas will be here. So here are some brief updates on the goings on. I gave in to peer pressure (ie: My Husband MADE Me) and got a cell phone. I was *perfectly content* with having a little flip phone. Until,

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Looks like we have one. Idiopathic Anaphylaxis. (The above web site is for general informational purposes.) So now y'all can say you have an "idiopathic" pal. Not real sure how I feel about all of this other than this makes TOTAL sense to me. Not real encouraged, but at least I can say to the next medical professional GOOGLE IT! and there will be answers for them. Yep. Its rare. Yep. Its

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Well, non-horsey other than they are here, alive, FAT, happy and wondering just what the hell I am DOING that is keeping me away from THEM. Cause, you know, They Are The Ponies Who Deserve All Attention. So. Work project. Pretty big project. Pretty *Important* Project. Here I was, feeling all proud of myself, thinking I had this all wrapped up and in the BAG, Baby... and BOOM. I learned today (

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Yes. They do. In various ways. Jo the Wonder Nanny Dawg has been *glued* to me. Merp won't let me breathe because she is RIGHT. THERE. in my space. And DAT. Oooooooohhh the lovely little DAT. Yes, we all know she is a bit of umm.. welllll.. shall we say... DAT is a bit "special" at times. And I ought to know better than to antagonize her when she has her Crazy DAT Eyes rolling around. Now to

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Short post, real quick. * All is well systemically. Tired (understatement- just realized we are now beyond exhaustipation), but slowly getting back to "normal" (at least "normal" for me.) * Work is awesome. Love it. * Dogs are pissed. Old Jo the Wonder Nanny Dawg is aging and she does not handle changes to her daily routine very well. (Not like her routine is intense. She gets up from her bed

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Well, I'm still upright. Still on the proper side of the dirt. At least in my opinion, the proper side of the dirt- which is up top and not UNDER it. I'm having a tough time getting back to what is "normal" for me this time. If I remember correctly, about 24 hours post incident in the past and things were pretty much back to normal. No problems, other than being left wondering "Will this shit

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I don't usually enjoy talking about personal stuff on here, and try to keep things related to horses, critters and light stories. It is, after all, supposed to be a HORSE blog. However, yesterday, an incident happened with me that I feel needs talking about in some manner. Simply because it might help someone else, and who knows- it might get me some answers too. Since moving here to the

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 The Big Storm of January 2014 resulted in.. well, chaos in north GA but here in the low country... not much. Other than bitter cold, ice, misery, a crabby septic tank, freezing rain and general misery. No snow to speak of. Jo the Wonder Nanny Dawg had to be very careful making her way down the ramp to go out this morning, and let me tell you- she was *N-O-T* impressed one teeny tiny bit. No

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*yawn* For the past several days, we've been hearing dire predictions and warnings about this "massive storm system" that *might* bring snow and ice to the Southland. Panic abounds. Schools are closed for today (28 Jan), tomorrow, AND some until Thursday. Gotta be careful ya know. People are freaking out and buying like crazy- one friend reported empty shelves in his local store (no milk, no

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It's been an interesting week, to say the least. Spent some time making sure that it was indeed *just* kidney stones with my dear husband in the local ER and apparently managed to pick up some nasty freaking cold bug. It was just kidney stones, and to the tremendous numbers of people who flocked in droves with what seemed like their *entire* families with them who just had the sniffles....... I

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 We had a cold snap here earlier this week, where wind chills hovered at zero. As you can imagine, that is pretty dang traumatic for those of us lucky enough to live blissfully (or usually blissfully that is) in the sunny Southland. Above, you can see Jo the Wonder Nanny Dawg's solution to the cold. No kidding- on the couch, UNDER a blanket. For three hours. She said, "Oh HELL no you are SO not

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We stole some time today to cheat the potential incoming rains and get in some pony-time. Phat Boy said thanks but NO THANKS and sulked his way to the far end of the paddock. He was less than enthused to say the least. I can't blame him-- as he waddled away I could hear his hocks snapping and popping. Time to get him back on a heavy duty joint supplement again and ease some of his discomfort.

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Look at that... two days in a row. Scary huh? Today was Phat Boy's turn to tote around kids and make them Happy. He did it well, although I got quite a few dirty looks for the whole tacking him up deal. Of course, THOSE looks were *nothing* compared to the looks I got when I crawled my way up on him.  Happy Locusts,  Content enough pony.  Cub trying to convince the pony to move slow

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I sincerely hope a Very Merry Christmas was had by all out here in the equiblogosphere. It sure was at The Asylum- and the post- Christmas happy glow continues. We cooked (OK, so my amazing husband pulled his Master Chef skillz out and he went to TOWN in the kitchen preparing a feast and a half,) we ate too much (translation: I am still full from yesterday,) we laughed, giggled and relaxed and

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Yesterday we had to scoot out and see a couple of ponies who were having some pretty big hoof issues. The winds were blustery and cold, temps were rather low and miserable, there was muck and mud and it was just.. not a good day to be out playing with horses. (Not the safest either, since the wind gusts through the day were up around 50mph.) The rest of the horses scheduled for the day were

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A little bit back, Beck from Allied Shirts got in touch with me to try out a designed by me T-shirt. Being a T-shirt HOUND, I of course jumped all over this offer. My code arrived and the Locust Brothers and I had a blast designing "Mom's Shirt". LOADS of really cool graphics to pick from- I think we spent about an hour and a half checking everything out. I had a blast. I clicked the "submit

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Momma Fargo, from THE BOOGIE MAN IS MY FRIEND fame, did an interview with me about my knotty tendencies. You'll have to check it out- she totally made my night! Course, you are quite liable to wind up knowing more about me than you really *wanted* to know, so read at your own risk. Check it out here!! THE ASYLUM, on BOOGIE MAN IS MY FRIEND In Other News: -I can't find my camera cord. It's

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October means so many things, to so many people... it's Fall, and if you are lucky enough to live where the leaves actually *change*, you are blessed to see the bright colors, and smell the change in the air. Oktoberfest's pop up all over the country, with beer a big theme. Halloween rolls around, with all the ghosts, goblins, witches, trolls, princesses, cowboys, gladiators... And its also

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ANON (I think I know who you are but I'm not 100% sure) pointed out that I did not give the triage process it's due, and pointed out that once a patient HAS been through triage, they are treated accordingly. I will point out that yes- I DO understand the triage process. I've worked both sides of that coin- during my hospital time training to become and EMT, and then as an EMT. I am well aware of

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I'ma tell all y'all what--- the disrespect and disgraceful behavior I was witness to today made me feel SICK. We're talking PHYSICALLY ILL here folks. We had occasion to be at the hospital (*coughcoughMEMORIALHEALTHUNIVERSITYSAVANNAHGAcoughcough*) courtesy of a run in with a mother frucker snake. (No one got bit but there will be some damn dead snakes round here soon enough.) Right- so. I am

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And in return, the buggers kept me awake with their shenanigans all night. Thanks to all the rains, the main paddock is a swamp. It has BEEN a swamp for a long while now. To help try and keep the nags out of the swamp, I set up what was supposed to be a temporary paddock at the end of the swamp where the footing is decent. (They also get rotated out onto grass most days for playtime and

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First up on this glorious feeling like Fall morning, is some Bebe Quincy news!! There was a foreign body lodged in her right ventricle, that the ultimately removing it would have required additional surgery. Additional open heart surgery. (Scary as hell, right?) BUT!!!!! Thanks to Intervention (you pick what kind of Intervention- I prefer to think of it as DIVINE myself,) the offending bit of

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Alternatively titled, "Will You Still Know Me When Yer Famous?" Back in October of 2010, Lt Handful and I were lucky enough to escape The Asylum for a bit, and headed west. North and west. To the mountains. Basically, to Paradise. (Quick side note here- currently, as I type, Beel and Juanita and guests are stranded in the Lodge. There is some absolutely scary flooding going on in their area.

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It's funny. I can't remember the events of three days ago with much clarity,  but I can remember 9/11/01 in great detail. I can't remember all that I ate yesterday, Yet I remember what I had that morning. I can't remember exactly who I talked with 2 days ago, But I can see and hear each and every person from that day. I remember being with clients- getting ready to teach 2 homeschooled kids

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