A friend of mine is a cargo pilot, with many runs in the Antarctic. He takes many really beautiful pics on the job, but these definately take the cake.

eskimo kisses?


SO cute, like a coca-cola commercial


I'm hoping he just has a REALLY good zoom!

Just one of those weird brain cross wires, Chester is sitting here on my chair arm lol. (he's 'curvy')...

I was talking with a lady at my work who used to breed mini horses and she told me a story of a lady who also bred mini's and had an eating disorder. Her warped body image bled to the images of her ponies. She borderline starved them all the while thinking their fat. Mini's are pretty stout lil critters, big rib cages and tiny stubby legs... So in her head they were all fat.

She had them all removed from her custody and they all found good homes. But that's the weirdest thing ever, I never imagined a person could think so distorted.

I was scared they'd pick on him, but seeming as their all on open pasture grazing they don't have a reason to be hogging food.

Diesel my yearling on the right and Charlie (my free lease) on the left.


Sharing a blade of grass lol


A mustang one of our boarders got from a seizure, can't pet him but he loves attention.


Diesel in the back, and his guardian. This guy gets his shit tied right into a knot when I take Diesel away from him.

Mr. Puss and I are heading to my hometown in B.C. next month. I can't wait, this body craves fresh humid air and ginormous trees and mountains and lakes and rivers and...lets not forget OCEAN, we have a date with Wreck Beach and have been excited about it since winter began (back in October) Can't wait to see my mom, my sister and my neice who is just over 2 now. One of the lakes I used to call my backyard spent many a summer day and weekend and case of beer at this very little spot of heavan on earth...

We went to some impressionist show, was pretty good... Had coffee with Mr. Puss's parents then we thought we'd hit the swing club we go to now and then. Lo and behold it was totally dead in there, the music was quiet and crappy as usual and there was one table of people. So we think "what they hey" get some drinks and go cuddle on the couch. We decide to down our drinks and try to find the other swing club in the city we've heard lots of.

FACK, if I had known how cool this place was the whole time we'd have never wasted so much time at the other hole in the wall club. This new place is just like a regular club, pretty upscale too and kept immaculately clean. They play good music and play it loud, have a nice dance floor with a pole on the top level. There is an upstairs that is just like walking into a dream, very erotic and romantic decor with two bathrooms and everything you need including clean blankets and towels and wipes and lube... I was completely impressed with this venue, the clients and the staff.

And I think we made some friends, (hee hee).

I woke up today sad cause I missed my Scooter, he died last year and I still miss him. Was renal failure, he was 20. He's one of the cats on my back.

I made this chili cornbread casserole thingy last night, just made some chili sprinkled cheese on it then spread cornbread dough out all over it. Turned out pretty friggin tasty I was gonna take a pic but once again, I can't find the damn camera.

We might move into the landlords house, the are thinking of moving to another place down the road. If they don't move to the other place, we will. A REAL house! Holy crap!

Going out tonight with Mr. Puss and his parents, ACK! They are super sweet people but I hate feeling stressed out and uncomfortable.

I added some sprint intervals into my run last night, and Im feelin the burn. Fack, even my back is sore.

Mr. Puss is havin a hard time at work alone now, he let go of my sis cause they bicker too much. Its damn hard to find good help, or any help, in Edmonton right now.

Who wants to wrastle? I member one time this friggin hawt girl and I had a table full of wagers made on us. We cant remember what piles were for who so we just split the proceeds lol.

FACK: I'd LOVE to go to an amateur mud wraaastling night, that is SOO my thing. I'd beat the crap outta all those cilicone laden barbies though, I might get kicked out on my ass. lol

So I'm in bed with Mr. Puss in the beginnings of another fun fellatio session, it was still soft even... he loves the way it feels when he's still soft... Just minutes later BANG BANG BANG on the friggin front door. So he jumps out of bed thinking its an emergency (oh yeah, its 11 pm by the way). Only to find that its some half pissed boarder come to check up on us when no one is around and isn't happy with the treatment his lil arab is getting in the sausage party pasture.

I think we should get some meaner dogs and keep them in the yard, lol.

It's funny how quick a person can drop what their doing like an old sack of potatoes when they hear a loved one is sick. In reference to the below blog gramma is having troubles and put a huge scare into everyone who loves her (which is an army) Sis and I left our jobs and the ranch to come show our support and love, fearing we might not see our gramma if we wait it out. In our day to day schedules and our rat race of goals and self appointed expectations we can just get lost in the nit picking. The "Ahh fack, Timmies drive through is always so nuts..." "Uh oh, I'm late for work again"...."I wonder if we have enough for rent this month...." "What to do this weekend"..."I look fat in this"... "Gas is friggin expensive"... All of that can fade away in the course of a minute. The thought of my gramma not making it through this is enough to send all of us to our knees, it would be a moment in time that would feel like forever. I take some comfort in knowing that we have eachother, even though we might not be very close to one another or sometimes really get along. But unconditionally with this family if your blood... Feelings go unspoken yet understood. Regardless of where one another is in their own little bubble, their own lives, we can stop everything and become as one. Knowing I have that is something that is going to be a tool of motivation and encouragement and leg of support... something I carry within me for the duration of this lifetime. When time stops, when gramma passes on that is going to be something she planted within each of us. Its there, the seed that sprouts into a the tree that grows and strengthens with time, that bends and creaks with all the winds of life.

I'm proud for this family, I'm proud for my gramma and relished even being in close proximity with the people who are all a part of me, and always will be. The one thing that can be counted on despite everything and because of everything. She is doing okay now, is on about ten different prescriptions and has to have someone come and cook/clean for her. Which drives her bezerk, being out of the kitchen is like torture for her.

Gramma had a heart attack and was sent home from the hospital, her heart is too weak to perform any tests on and there is 'nothing' docs can do for her. She is 78 yrs old and the chances of her recovering are pretty slim, but we're all hoping and praying. Sis and I are taking my Jeep tonight to see her, 10 hr drive, we also need time off work which I'm scared to ask since I just had a week off when I was kicked. If they don't like it, they can take this job and shove it. Funny how priorities can take precidence over your situation. I've never had a human family member pass away, let alone someone of such significance as the root of all of us. She is scared to be alone right now and the thought of her being scared in such a way is something I can't explain.