Lucky

In just over 6 mos, Mr. P & I will be celebrating our 25th wedding anniversary.

I've mentioned this several times recently.

But, here are some things maybe people don't know........

I fell in love with him the very 1st time I saw him.
It was in the lower hall of A building.
It was during "Spirit Week" for right before prom, his senior year.
He was dressed in a Panama Jack's "Girl Watching" shirt, with binoculars.
He got cocky with me when I asked what his sport was and aimed those things at me.
I fell hard.

I have a very ugly nickname for someone we went to HS with who confronted me about "stealing" him though they never dated.  I have shared this with my children.  My BFF from HS **might** remember it.  NO....I'm not putting it here.  That would be unkind and cruel.  I also offered to scratch this person's eyes out in the music room of SCHS.  That offer still stands if you'd like to come and try to steal him back....


I'm 3 inches taller than him.  I like to wear heels so I can kiss the top of his head.  I also stand as tall as I can sometimes when we are smooching just so he says "Stop it!"

Our hands and feet are exactly the same size.  I wore his high school class ring the other day.....

He loves my cooking and even when he doesn't, he is complimentary.

He usually gives me the remote & watches whatever I want.

He doesn't fuss when I spend hours on the computer editing papers, working on my books or blogs, or talking to friends.

He got a horse for himself so we could ride together..........and cried when we had to put her down in 2011

Gypsy & Mr. P in 1999

Ok......sounds great right........
It's not all kisses and chocolates and flowers in my hair.
We can fight.......and do
He picks on me about hitting SNOOZE.
He drives me totally bat shit crazy sometimes.
He's become a football junkie and THAT is ....ewwwww
There are days I want to pack my junk and move to Belize...or Brazil...or Taiwan

But......he supports my horse addiction....without question.  He even busted his ass for years...without complaining

Mr. P talking to Ex-racer and rescue horse Lucy in 2009

He doesn't fuss about our dogs or the foster dogs.
He tells me how great I smell.
He smooches me every morning and tells me he loves me.
He takes care of the oil in my truck religiously.
He snuggles me every night like an overgrown octopus....never letting go

He's a great father........an amazing father
He supports me in anything I try & even things I think I want

Mr. P and Romeo....working the green out in 2007

He loves me for WHO I am.......

He is the only person I have a ringtone set for on my phone that was purchased.
It's "Lucky" by Jason Mraz and Colbie Caillat
It's a cute little song........and this is how I still feel about my hubby
Take a listen:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acvIVA9-FMQ

"I'm lucky I'm in love with my best friend, I'm lucky to have been where I have been....Lucky, we're in love in every way."

For My Stalkers....

As well as other people who randomly pop in and out of my life.

You are either IN my life or NOT.......

I don't handle "passerbys" well........

Make a decision.....

Chew on this for a bit

Once upon a time
Once when you were mine
I remember skies
Reflected in your eyes
I wonder where you are
I wonder if you
Think about me
Once upon a time
In your wildest dreams

Once the world was new
Our bodies felt the morning dew
That greets the brand new day
We couldn't tear ourselves away
I wonder if you care
I wonder if you still remember
Once upon a time
In your wildest dreams

And when the music plays
And when the words are
Touched with sorrow
When the music plays
I hear the sound
I had to follow
Once upon a time
Once beneath the stars
The universe was ours
Love was all we knew
And all I knew was you
I wonder if you know
I wonder if you think about it
Once upon a time
In your wildest dreams

And when the music plays
And when the words are
Touched with sorrow
When the music plays
And when the music plays
I hear the sound
I had to follow
Once upon a time

Once upon a time
Once when you were mine
I remember skies
Mirrored in your eyes
I wonder where you are
I wonder if you
Think about me
Once upon a time
In your wildest dreams
In your wildest dreams
In your wildest dreams

Monday Morning

Monday morning.... you look so fine

Friday ....I got travelin' on my mind

First you love me.... then you say it's wrong

I can't go on believing for long

But you know it's true

You only want me when I get over you

First you love me.... then you get on down the line

But I don't mind

I don't mind

I'll be there if you want me to

No one else that could ever do

Got to get some peace in my mind

Sometimes, life is confusing

& I wish I could be that little one on that pony again.

Cold…….Cold……...COLD!!!

If you know me, you know 1 thing for certain:

I HATE COLD WEATHER!!

The word hate is most certainly a strong one.  If you know of a stronger one, please insert it where hate is.  

I don’t like anything about winter.

There is not one single redeeming quality.

Snow is not pretty.

Ice on trees is not beautiful.

Snow days are not fun.

Y'all can keep that crap.........Hallmark and their sickening sweet cards have brainwashed you.

I suppose the reason is the COLD.

At least that what I have been told.

I’ve been assured by my dear friend the Seahag…..if I’d ever experience winter where it didn’t bite you to the bone, I’d just LOVE snow.

I don’t believe it.  In order for it to snow…...it has to be COLD!!

When it’s not COLD and stuff falls from the sky…..it’s called RAIN

I like rain……...not days and days of it…...that makes MUD but this is not a blog entitled MUD

This is about the son of a bitch:  COLD

Here’s the gig…..I get COLD very easily.  Once I get COLD, it takes days….sometimes weeks for me to warm up.  Nothing helps once I get COLD…..and, I do mean nothing.

I have tried baths, hot tubs, sleeping in footie jammies…...doesn’t work.

When I get COLD, I’m chilled to the bone.

It’s terribly hard to be motivated to do anything we you are shivering to the point you can’t move.

THAT is where I really start having real issues with COLD.

COLD ruins my life……..I can’t go out and have fun.

Today, Honey Bunches said it best:

“Flip flops = FUN!  You can’t have real fun in SNOWBOOTS!”

Amen and dayum straight!  

There is not a single thing I want to do when it’s COLD outside.  

You can keep skiing, ice skating, snow boarding and sleigh rides.

I am a flip flop kinda girl.

I need the sun on my face and baking my shoulders to a nice brown.

I like my cheap sunglasses and my tank tops.

I like fireflies and heat lightning.

I like mirages of water on the hot pavement when you are driving with the windows down blaring and singing to “Hurts So Good” by John Mellencamp before he added the Cougar.

I like cold wine coolers in the bed of a PU truck with good friends.

I like galloping across a field bareback and taking a plunge into a stream with a sweaty horse.

I like watching butterflies and hummingbirds.

I like spending hours in the dog park.

I like the smell of horse shit when you can actually pick it from a stall instead of tripping over it as it’s frozen to the ground.

I like trail riding from dawn to dusk.

It’s official.

My I hate winter and I hate COLD campaign has started.

The countdown to spring calendar goes up tomorrow!

Does anyone have a heat lamp I can have?  I’m pretty sure I suffer from seasonal affective disorder!

Perfume

In late 2013, Britney Spears released the song "Perfume".  Now, most of my friends don't know that I'm a closet Brit fan.  I think the world has been terribly hard on her.  Like many childhood stars, she's had her run with fame and the pressures, and she's famous because of synthesized catchy songs.  But, she's got a throaty sexy sound that I like.  I LOVE the sound of her voice at the start of this song, the producers left her voice alone and let the woman sing.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_rxgp7TJhUE


I think the meaning of her song.....goes deep for all of us....the idea that we all a green eyed monster inside.....no matter how much we deny it.......the monster is there at some point........but that aside, I LOVE this song for other reasons.

Those of you who spend any time around me know that I like to smell good.  I've had a thing for perfume for years.  I got hooked when I was about 15 yrs old.  I met this woman who fascinated me....she was obsessed with lipstick, glitter on her boobs, big hair and perfume.  Ok....I don't mean to glitter on me....that's an accident.  I can leave the big hair behind and I'm more addicted to chapstick or lip gloss than lip stick (and definitely not bright red).  But....I have to admit the perfume thing stuck.

My little girls knew when mommy got home because they could smell her.  Little Bit....though she doesn't remember it....used to crawl onto my lap and bury her face in my neck and just breathe in.  She would put her little hands on either side of my face and make me look at her and say "Why do you smell so good?" and then smell me.  I love when she hugs me as we are rushing out the door.....just a few months before graduating high school and says "Mmmmm, you smell good."  It reminds me of my baby.

A few months ago, my perfume quieted a very anxious woman.  This terrified lady came into work....she was confused and disoriented.  As I walked past, she grabbed my arm and said, "Wait, I know you.  I recognize that perfume."  When I assured her she did know me, she said, "And I don't know your face, but I recognize your voice and your perfume."  She wrapped her arms around me and hugged.  It was a comfort to her.

We forget........since we rely on our eyes and ears.....how important the other sense are.......I am reminded of it at work every day.......and with my horses........as such, my perfume has become a part of WHO I am.......

Jack......my handsome man.......knew my smell.........horses can smell something crazy like 40 miles away....60 if the wind is blowing......I could be walking into the barn and he would call before he could possibly see or hear me.....he knew my scent........

Why not?  I'd been wearing the same perfume since I'd gotten him as a 7 month old wild colt.  I slept in his stall for 3 days when he was first mine.........I slept with him when he was sick.....so why wouldn't he know what I smelled like........

I changed perfume after 5 yrs.....and Jack went nuts.  He reared in his stall.  He wouldn't let me put his halter on him.  He backed away from me, shaking his head and stomping at me.  I had to go take a shower and come out smelling "neutral".  I learned a valuable lesson about the horses and scent......I also hung a rag with my new perfume outside his stall door.  A few days later, he was back to calling to me.......

My clients.....especially the women.....seem to enjoy my perfume.  It gives us something to talk about....often an ice breaker......during a particularly tough time for them.  It's also allowed me to get to know some of my co-workers.  I have had conversations with total strangers because of it.  I helped a man buy his wife a Christmas presens........apparently she commented on my perfume in Hyvee and he ducked back around to ask me what I was wearing and where he could get it......I was able to help a very drunk, sick young lady in a bathroom not smell icky....just a little spritz of Binaca and SEVERAL sprays of my perfume ....no one knew she'd tossed her cookies

Maybe it seems strange that people would just walk up to someone and say, "You smell good!" but it happens all the time.  And...it makes me smile.  Hey.....sometimes, I score free coffee....always a bonus.

So....what's the point to this blog.......not a damn thing.  Here's to Britney for a kick ass song.

Here's to Janet Belt...."like the thing you wear around your waist" for being a total narcissist but introducing me to the joys of totally dousing yourself in expensive perfume.  Here's to smelling great!!!

Here's to perfume!