I dropped my dress off at my sister's hubby's mom's place, she's a fantastic seamstress and is going to hem it and change the straps for me. I wanted the back taken down, but the gathered front doesn't permit it lol. Eh whatever, it's allright with me. My sis is going to have her make her dress, cause she's heavily in foal. We is going to the fabric store tommorow to pick stuff out for her. She's gonna look SOO cute!

We stopped at the craft store for items to decorate the beer bottle centrepieces with. hee hee! I'm soaking the labels off the bottles as I type this. Our job for tommorow after the fabric store.

Mr. Puss and I picked up the rings yesterday, and they look fantastic! I can't wait to wear my set all put together, it looks sooo awesome His ring is really nice too. I wanted some with diamonds to match mine, but it looked a lil too 'bling' for him. So he got a nice thick white/yellow gold one with a half swirl design on it. Looks nice on his beautiful hands.

... some stuff is getting done. I can feel the pressure releiving already.... phewwww.

My sister is having her first kid this August.

I'm getting married this August (in case you didn't know LOL)

I quit my job of 3 years (will miss my stinky boys soo much). I don't think the farming sector is my type of work place. Working in an environment where animals are viewed as machines and nothing more, really gets to you after a while. You learn to love them for what they really are, but you also learn that your love is useless and of no value. It's not a good job for animal lovers, production oriented people moreso. I'm not going to work with animals again unless it's in an environment condusive to proper and humane care.

Gonna start a new job, learn some new skillz, get a new schedule. NO working weekends or getting up at 5 am. I can run in the mornings again, like I used to love. I like working with my hands in a more physically demanding aspect and look forward to peeking into my possible craftsmanship abilities. So we'll see how this goes.

I have another dog, yes a NOTHER one. Inherited by my dad last April 28th. He's about a year old, Border Collie (ack!! lol) Mr. Puss already ran him over with the water truck... Gotta love the stupid tire chasing sight hounds.

Now the bad...
My dad died recently. He visits us all in our dreams frequently. Amidst the guilt, regret and shock... I'm glad he's not in pain anymore. He was finished with life a long time ago, and was in mental and physical anguish for too long. Losing him mortally helped me realize the kind of father he was before he withered away years ago. Because I wasn't blinded by anger anymore. Even though he's gone from us forever, I'm still thankful I got to grow up with such a loving, funny, generous, warm and thoughtful dad. I've been closer with his side of the family now, when I'm with them I feel like he's there too and its comforting.

Lifes balancing act is really predictable, I know when something is off kilter and I know it's going to shift... I just never know WHERE it's coming from. When everything is going bad or good, you know it's gonna change, you just don't know in which direction. That's the tricky part. Some of the blindsides are great surprises and some leave you breathless and disoriented.

YAYY! My sister's plane lands in three hours, and Mr. Puss will be home tonight. I seen my boss today and he's not pissed off at me that I quit at all. He actually thanked me for the nice letter. I'm pretty good at writing shit when I try.

I had a bonfire with the dogs last night. I could have invited a few people over, but I was in a super weird mood. Didn't feel like socializing. So I had some coolers by the bonfire and listened to tunes. Watched the geldings run around like mad (spooking at the fire lol). Laughed at the dogs running around like mad, listened to the frogs and many species of water fowl. It was a beautiful night. Lonely as fuck, but nice.

I look forward to having someone warm to snuggle at night when I can't sleep. The cat's just don't cut it lol. OMG, I can't beleive it's only been two days. The LONGEST two days of my friggin life.

Mr. Puss is camping with his fam damily this weekend. My sister is gone to B.C. for a week. So other than aquaintances I'm alone. I've been in a piss poor mood all day and found myself lazing around, completely procrastinating everything I should do. I tried to go for a run, but I was still sore as fuck from yesterday and the wind was driving me bezerk (FUCKIN alberta). Friday nights in the barn are usually REALLY busy and quite rippin, lots of people come to drink and hang out. Sometimes we do stuff like drunken bareback riding and arm wrestling lol. There is barely anyone here tonight, and I'm too bitchy to socialize anyways. I tried to ride Blue, just a nice chillaxin walk around the track. But the cows and Blue's fucking brain worms prohibited that from happening. Every fuckin time he sees them, and he's pastured RIGHT beside them, he loses his very SMALL arabian brain. Rears and spins on his haunches about five times. I had to get off and walk him past. I made him stand there, completely freaking out, until he calmed down. Bolting in tiny circles, blowing, snorting, shaking... the typical Blue freak out. I'm so fuckin sick of this crap, I don't have the patience for horses like this. He doesn't desensetize, he acts as if everything he sees is something brand new to him and it's going to kill him. He's only 5 and I'm his 4th home, gee I can see why. SO much for my nice chillaxin ride, it sure WAS a really lovely evening.

I removed his tack in the barn, and stomped him back outside to the pasture. Then had a lil breakdown before heading back into the house... where I sit in the dark with fuck all to do. I'm going to run my fuckin face off tommorow.

In a "Dear John" resignation letter. I even left it in the ladies washroom for one of the three girls to give to boss for me. Cause I know he'd have been asking questions and stressing out about it. I even left just over an hour early, mostly because I was tired, partly because I was nervous and ran away lol. Meh, they can take it off of my final cheque.

Mr. Puss got rid of his helper today, they have clashing plans on the amount of work they want to do and didn't get along too well. So I'm gonna work with Mr. Puss. But I made it clear to him that I'll never call him "boss" unless it's pure sarcasm lol!

I'm excited to have our shedules match. To have my weekends BACK! To learn something new. To spend more time with Mr. Puss. To take long weekends, to put more time and energy into our home business.

Dammit, quitting this job has been the smartest thing I've done in a while. I'll sure miss my piggies though I'll have to make due with my lil Courtney (aka: Oinkers!) But I'll have to stick it out for the two weeks, fack.

Mixing business with pleasure is proving to be more difficult than I was expecting.

A friend of ours, who boards 3 horses here... yes THREE... Is in arrears with her board up to 1600.00 as of June 1st. She said she can TRY and pay 400.00 every other pay cheque, which would be 400 a month... But her board here is over 500.00 a month. How the fack is that going to work?!

I was thinking about giving her an eviction notice on two horses of her choice (although I know which ones she'd pick) so she'd only have to pay board for the one, which would give her a chance to pay off old debt. Shes a very good friend, and has been extremely supportive of our stable since she arrived here. She's just been a very good friend, but we're being put in a very uncomfortable position here. She doesn't seem to realize that she has to pay board just like everyone else here. We're friends with many of the boarders here, sure as fack doesn't mean people get free rides.

A few other clients seem a lil too lax when it comes to board time. Board is due on the first day of the month... They come sauntering a week later with a cheque, when they know not to pay with cheques as well...They must think we're rich (yah, hence our lovely 'house') It's really frustrating, cause we have a great group of people here and they really do love their horses and understand that this isn't an uptight mucky muck show barn. We drink on friday nights with everyone and their horses, people are allowed to bring their dogs, and some of them stay until the wee hours of the morning. Because that's the kind of place I like to be, and I'd like for everyone else to feel at home.

I think with all of this 'being nice' shit, we lack respect from others. I HATE being anal though (no giggling), it's just too stressful to be up everyone's asses for the stupiest things. We don't ask much: Don't act like a yahoo with your horse, don't mistreat the animals, don't bug my pig, don't knock on the house door, clean up your mess and last but not least PAY YOUR BOARD.

We have a wedding and honeymoon to pay for in a few monthes, god dammit... This shit picks my ass. PAY YOUR BOARD OR DON'T HAVE HORSES!!! It's so easy.

I've heard of other barns who will lock up a horse inside a stall until board is paid, I'm sure that would get the point across but I can't stand seeing horses inside.


AAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGG. K, phew. I'm done. Me is gonna have a bottle of wine now.

With summer pretty much here, I won't be here much. There is a ton of better things to do when you have horses. Earlier in the springtime a few of the girls and I planned a horsie glamour shoot day. I thought it'd be good practice for getting the horses ready for our wedding. It was fun relaxy time with my crazy mare, she actually LIKED the 3 hour primping session.


I stenciled the lil birdy brand on her shoulder. The garland was wired into her braided mane. I thought it turned out awesome!

Being as tolerant as expected of Bella lol


One of the few pics with her ears FORWARD


Gotta love those fluffy feet!


My friend who took these pics is the one who's doing our wedding photos.

WELL... that tattoo I was so uber sexcited about didn't pan out.

To make a long story short, the "artist"(I use that term lightly) was busted by my sister smoking a joint in his truck just before he was to ink me. I demanded my deposit back and went running from my life, from that joke of a 'tattoo studio'.

What the fuck is it with tattoo artists in this town anyways? It seems that all someone needs is connections, and blammo!!! They get an ink gun in their hand and a group of bullshitting stoners willing to vouch for their special 'talent'. Pffft. So someone comes into a CUSTOM tattoo shop asking for an actual CUSTOM piece, and they all look at em like they have a third eye. Well asshole, I'm sorry I didn't ask for a koi fish on my side or an asian dragon piece across my back, or maybe a skull and cross bones on my shoulder, or some tribal bullshit tacky piece on my lower back... I'm sorry I demand nothing less than perfect when it comes to the shit that gets permanently marked on MY BODY.

Does that make me anal?

anything I say can or cannot be used against me in the court of law.

I'm hammered.

yer all bitches.

I'm sexcited. Had a good day yesterday. Went to make an appointment for my next tattoo, I'm confident after seeing his portfolio that he'll draw something uber cool. If not, I don't mind making him do it til he gets it right... I'm a pain in the ass customer that way. I'm not tellin what it is, you fukkers will have to wait til I get it next saturday. Neener neener.

We also went to the beer festival... omg I don't think I remember getting so drunk so fast, not since I was 14 drinking those plastic 2L bottles of Extra (ewww). Lots of eye candy floatin around there, tons of people and everyone was happy and drunk. There was some local bands playing which weren't too bad. We had to leave cause we were getting too drunk, ended up at the club and had a blast upstairs. There was tons of people up there. I like it that way cause I like people watching us, but not when we're the only couple up there. There's this one dood that kinda creeps me out, he's up there every time we go. But meh, I tune it out. We got up this morning, staggered around trying to find our items of clothing without waking everyone else up. I'm glad they let us stay there all the time, kinda makes a person feel at home

I'm hungover and gonna have a bath... and TRY to brush out my sex head with conditioner.