Effing Sugar.

So, because I am a fairly talkative person, I'm sure my daughter is going to be a talkative person. And she'll probably start talking pretty soon. Today she was full of noises of varying kinds during her workout in her gym. That's right, all you Fergie fans, she was up in the gym workin' on her fitness! Haha!

Anyway, I'm trying to explain the title of my blog. Unlike Pony Cousin Desert Rose, I have to save my 25 cents for diapers, and am really trying to cut down on the swearing anyway. The last thing I need is for my precious little girl's first word to be "shit."

But, hopefully you get the jist of what I really wanted to title this blog.

This blog is about my rotten yellow horse, and his love of hay.

Yesterday, around 11: a.m., my dad came inside and said he and my mom could use my help, and that Yellow was stuck. Oh Lord...this could mean any number of things. I'm just glad he's not Okie, cause that horse is absurd.

I love you Okie, but you are a member of the Goof Troop, fo sho!

Once I got outside, I saw my horse laying next to his 1,000 lb hay bale, with his front legs on one side of the bale and his hind legs on the other side. It looked like he was spooning with his favorite thing in the world, his food. The first thing I thought is, "I am a terrible horse owner and he's probably been like this all night and I didn't know because I'm too busy inside taking care of Baby Pooey." But my mom assured me that my dad had been out there for a half hour or so and Yellow was standing when my dad first checked on the horses. Phew!

I was in charge of talking to Yellow while my mom wrangled Okie, whose only problem was that he wanted to be in the center of all the action! My dad drove the truck into our corral and tied a rope onto the hitch. My mom and I wrapped the rope around the bale, and in a matter of 10 minutes from the time I first came outside, we had Yellow upright again!

So, what's the big deal, right?

THIS!

Ewwww!

My damn horse cut his leg up while he was trying to get up, and this means he's a little too stiff and sore to be shod this week and definitely not rideable this weekend for my very first sorting/team penning practice!! My goofy-assed horse did this THE MORNING after I paid my club dues and was just so amped up to go to this practice!

Now, his wound looks a little worse today because of the huge amount of salve I put on it yesterday. It kind of looks seepy--it's not. And it's not deep, just a nice flesh wound.

I would also like you to know that in order to get these fantastic photos, courtesy of my new camera, I had to wear my dad's very colorful snowmobile jacket, slip on my mom's boots (I think they look pretty snazzy with my sweats!),

PS, Mom, I am SO borrowing these...

and keep Oklahoma from eating my camera.

Okie loves to be all up in my business! ;) Gotta love this curious pony!

I asked Okie a couple of times how he would feel about going to play with some cows next weekend...he seemed interested, but not sold on the idea.

Riiiiiiigggggghhhhhhtttttt...about that, Palomino Girl. I'm just gonna need to go ahead and check with Yellow on that one...I don't want to get beat up when I get back from an adventure that he doesn't get to go on...so if you could go ahead and hold on to that thought, that would be grrrreeeeaaatttt, thanks. (Any Office Space fans out there?!?)

I think Yellow was annoyed that I would even CONSIDER taking Okie while Yellow just stayed at home, watching soap operas and eating bon bons while his leg heals.

NOT a happy camper!

I'm sorry, Yellow. I still love you!

Both my ponies look SO fuzzy!