Whew

I find myself in the unique position of having a blog that people read, and wanting to write in it to keep them happy... and not being able to.

There's a certain amount of running around with chocolate and coffee saying "Here Muse, here Muse, good Muse... please come back!"

There's also a certain amount of not spending any appreciable time in the apartment during which I can actually write. It's time to break out the notebooks and pens to carry with me everywhere. If I'm going to accomplish this whole getting paid for my writing thing, I'm gonna have to find the time to actually write.

In other news, its planting time in Farm Land, and apparently even if you're not actually on the farm you get pretty busy if you're a Farmgirl.

I've helped Mechanic Cowboy's brother and sister in law with their flower beds, and yesterday I was at the Old Homestead digging up Mamaw's new strawberry bed. Well, it's not a new bed, but nothing has been done in that bed for a couple of years. Knowing that, I voluntold myself to turn the bed with a shovel to break up the packed dirt, to make it easier on her and Farmmom when they were ready to plant.

There are fifty bare-root strawberry plants on their way. What I got done yesterday isn't going to hold all of them, but it's a start. It almost looks like you might be able to plant something there!

Things aren't likely to slow down any time soon, either. Mechanic Cowboy's eldest has another softball game tonight, and circumstances are such that his sister in law has to be elsewhere with her eldest, and Mechanic Cowboy himself has to go to a meeting for work. Farmgirl to the rescue, she'll be with me from about five fifteen until after Mechanic Cowboy gets out of his meeting around nine.

Then, sometime fairly soon, I'll be hopping back out on the road construction, to make some moolah, which will be a really good thing since my annual female check up cost me about two hundred dollars at the doctor's office yesterday. Yikes.

And, June seventh and eighth I'll be participating in the local Relay For Life Cancer Walk. We'll be walking all night of the seventh, to the morning of the eighth. I'll be wearing my knee braces.

If you want to participate in a Relay For Life event in your area, go to their website linked above. They've got a Find Event feature that will let you find out when and where the events are, and you can sign up or pledge money online.

Even if you haven't had the experience of losing someone, or nearly losing someone to cancer, its a good cause.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go strangle the neighbor's rat dog. I'll teach the damn thing "quiet" and "stay" at the same time....

Mother's Day....

Was a little belated for Farmmom this year. I couldn't get her present here in time, unfortunately. However, it arrived yesterday and I've been informed that it was well worth the wait.

See, Farmmom is allergic to coconut. So every time I've given her a box of chocolates, she's had to peruse the little diagram of what all is in there carefully to avoid the inevitable chocolate with coconut in it.

Then I stumbled across this site and I finally managed to get her an allergy free box of chocolates, that was also loaded with her favorite kinds of treats.

See, that place lets you build your own custom box of hand made chocolates. You pick what goes in it, and they put it together and ship it.

Since we're a warm state and far far away from the east coast where the shop is, I had to have it shipped with a cold pack, but it got here safe and sound yesterday, and Farmmom got her Mother's day gift when she got home last night.

I'll have to call or send an email and compliment Alethea's on their fine chocolates, although I think I'll phrase my review a bit different than Farmmom did...

"Oh My God, girl, that stuff is sex in a box!!"

I have a feeling that they'll be getting more of our money in the future, if Farmmom has anything to say about it. I haven't gotten to try them yet, but she promised to save me a couple.

I give gifts of win and awesome.

The Muse...

She has left the building. I think she went on vacation. If I get a postcard from Tahiti, I'll know for sure.

Bear with me folks, there are a lot of ideas floating around in my head, just none that will travel down to my fingers and the keyboard then here for ya'll to see.

I'm workin on it, honest!

Well Then

Ya'll remember back a while, when I posted about Cowboy Mechanic, and how he was angling for the Farm Boyfriend title?

Well, he stole the plaque while I was sleeping, so I suppose I'll keep him around a while, if for no other reason than he continues to surprise me with flowers and comes in a handy package with three great kids to play with, a girl and two boys. All of them absolutely adore their dad, and I can't blame 'em for it a bit.

His oldest had her first softball game of the season today, and got thrown into the catcher's position with no practice. She did pretty danged good, too, but had a few wild throws and some missed catches that she was feeling down about, until I told her she'd done better than I would have and distracted her by starting a hat fight.

After they dropped me off at the apartment and headed home tonight, she told her dad "I like her. She's a keeper."



I couldn't ask for higher praise.

Away For The Weekend

Finals are done! Thank goodness, I was beginning to wonder if my brain would short completely out before it was all over and done with.

It is time, and past, for some much needed rest and relaxation. So, I'm going away for the weekend. No stress, no classes, no work... and unfortunately no internet. Somehow I'll survive.

I promise, I have a couple of posts in mind for when I get back, and they're going to be better than what I've been doing once my brain catches up with the rest of me.

An update on Jane: I'm trying to decide whether to continue posting the story here, or leave it as a teaser for a while. See, once I get the book (and yes, it is a book) finished, I'm going to try to get it published. So, while I know you guys love the story, and I love the input, I'm wondering if maybe I should wait for publication to let the whole thing out. I'm hoping to finish it off this summer, and have it in shape to start shopping to agents and publishers in the fall.

I haven't made up my mind yet. When I do, I'll let you know.

Meanwhile, there are things I need to do to get the apartment ready for me to be gone for a couple of days, so I'd better go do them.

If I'm not back in two weeks, send the search party. And just in case, tell them to bring more beer.

Finals

One down, today. Another at one this afternoon. Then tomorrow at one. Then Friday at eight.

Then I'm done and can stop worrying about it, and start worrying about a job for the summer.

Until all of that is taken care of, expect light blogging.

'Scuse me now I have to go do one last bit of studying for my next final, and try to ignore the rain outside the window whispering "sleep, sleep".......

Big Brown

I promised you guys a post about Big Brown, but I didn't get back to it yesterday so here it is.

Big Brown. Gorgeous, fast as hell, and, holy shit, a racehorse with manners!

This guy is just a freaking freight train on the track, and a lovely one to watch at that. He's sleek and muscled and just a beautiful specimen.

The thing that surprised me the most about Big Brown, however, was not the ease with which he overcame his 20 post start, or the way he flew by the pack and cleared the finish line all by his lonesome, in spite of his fragile feet.

No, what surprised me most was his behavior. Anyone who watches horse racing knows that racers, by and large, are a high strung, ill mannered bunch. Trainers are afraid to kill their spirit, so they tend to let manners slide, and they're focused on speed, so they ignore the finer points of training.

If you look at the above picture of Big Brown, however, you'll see that he's bent at the poll, flexing his neck and "giving his head back" to his rider. He obviously wants to keep going, but he is listening.

Seeing a horse in the Kentucky Derby that will do that is a major surprise to me. Watching the videos online at the Kentucky Derby website of his previous races and workouts, I was flabbergasted.

It's so refreshing to see a horse that has that kind of speed and heart, also being given training beyond the required lead changes, and go go go.

It's a bonus that he's such a gorgeous boy, as well. I see many many girlfriends in Big Brown's future. Of course, the smart breeders will breed him to mares with feet like iron to try to overcome his brittle hoof walls, and to keep from reinforcing that fault.

But, as it stands, I think that Big Brown could have won the Derby blindfolded, with no jockey. This is a horse that was born to run, who loves his job, and is magnificent at it.

Keep your eyes open, folks. I think that, barring injury, Big Brown is going to breeze over the finish line of the first Triple Crown victory in thirty years.

The term "Cinderella Story" is apt enough here, as everyone was questioning his victory at the Derby because of his foot problems. Plus, here's a horse that's running on glass slippers, in the form of thin, fragile feet.

Pray that he doesn't lose one before the end of the ball, we need another Triple Crown.