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WAR EAGLE BABY!!!!

27-13

Southern MS

Gettin' Grace

It became clear when Hadley began walking that she got her "lack" of grace from her mama. In an effort to aid Hadley later in life and possibly help with any coordination that may be required for any sporting aspirations, we have signed her up for dance class. It helps, that the girl loves to shake her badonkydonk, albeit a little wildly and off rhythm. Below is the proud student with one of her best friends Gracie. I can't wait to see these girls tearing up the stage in May at their recital. Here she is fascinated with the taps on the bottom of her shoes, can someone say Excedrin Migraine?
This one is my favorite. Ms. Pam is giving the girls instruction on what they will be doing during the tumbling part of the class. They are listening so intently!!!

I dabble in hair bows occasionally when the mood strikes me, and thought I would try my hand out on something to go with their leotard. Let me just say easy peasy. I was really tickled with how closely they resembled the $15 ones I see in stores (Mine $7 for both). I even got fabric paint and painted their names and the word Dance on one of the ribbons.

When did my calves get fat?

MISSION ACCOMPLISHED
Step 5 - Find English girth that will fit around my hippo horses' stomach. (COMPLETE)
Step 6 - Saddle Taz up and go for a spin. (COMPLETE)
Step 7 - Fall on my head. (ALMOST BUT NOT QUITE)

Although, there was one moment of drama, when I went to put my boots on and couldn’t get them on. Seems at some point in the last 15 year my calves have gotten fat. How did I choose to solve this problem? Cram, cram, cram my fat leg into the boot that was too small. The result, extra leather bunching at my ankles causing huge MONDO blisters on the back of my ankles.

It was fun though and Taz did really well until the nice neighbor lady came and offered the horses pears from their pear trees. I think he understood her offer, because when I tried to put him back to work he started bucking, as if to say hello I heard an offer of FOOD!!! It was a short ride because I know I will be feeling it tomorrow and Friday. Baby steps, baby steps. Below is my hippo horse in his itsy bitsy English Saddle.

I did go get him some pears after his ride and that made him really happy!!!

Before I went out for my ride I had to complete Hadley’s second homework assignment for school. Yes, my 3 ½ year old has homework for show and tell tomorrow. The first assignment was a poster that was titled “All about Me”, right up my alley, a giant scrapbook page. This project was a dinorama, creating a dinosaur habitat in a shoebox. Now when I get the assignment Tuesday, I’m thinking this would be an excellent project for a certain 5th grade Science and Social Studies teacher. His response, the teacher didn’t give us enough time. So last night, I collect rocks out of the pasture and then pine bark and pine needles. I tried to get Hadley to help but she had more important things to do, like swing. Tonight I put my shoebox together, I’m pretty proud, I thought it looked very natural and any dinosaur should be proud to live in it. Hadley’s response, “that’s not where I want my dinosaur to live, I want something else in there.” Your welcome, MS. DIVA may I do anything else to assist you tonight??

If you were a dinosaur would you live in my shoebox?

I am a couch potato

There once was a girl that liked to ride horses (me). Watching Hadley giggle uncontrollably the other night as she rode for the first time by herself, reminded what I have been missing. Just one problem, I have become a couch potato and Taz is as big around as a hippo. Hmm, sounds like he and I both need a little exercise....watcha think. While I was having all these crazy thoughts of exercise, I thought why not ride Taz English. For those of you who may not know what the big deal is, I haven't ridden English in almost 15 years and I haven't ever put an English saddle on Taz before, he is 13. This very well could send me right back to my couch potato status. There are several steps to this process.

Step 1- Dig the English saddle from the depths of the shed. (I had to crawl on my hands and knees under the grill to get to it. Wayne obviously thought I would never be using it again). (COMPLETE)
Step 2 - Clean the 15 years of funk of the saddle. (COMPLETE)
Step 3 - Find English riding boots and pants. (COMPLETE)
Step 4 - Squeeze into English pants for a good laugh (And what a great laugh it was after I got them off. I couldn't breathe while I had them on). (COMPLETE)
Step 5 - Find English girth that will fit around my hippo horses stomach.
Step 6 - Saddle Taz up and go for a spin.
Step 7 - Fall on my head.

Tomorrow night, if I am able to complete Step 5, I will attempt Step 6 and hope Step 7 never happens. Wish me luck!!!!

All I can say is this thing had some serious funk on it. The pictures do not do the funk justice. Three white bath cloths totally covered in red clay dust, they had to be trashed.
Pretty nice work though, if I do say so myself.
The boots I knew would fit, but the pants, I knew would be a laugh. They will do until I can determine if I am officially off couch potato status.

From the Backseat

From the Backseat at 11:00 p.m. last night, this is what I hear as Wayne is pumping gas, "Mama I like boys, I like the boys at my school, I like the boys at my church, I like boys." This little insight was totally unprompted; she and I weren't even really talking. She was singing a song that had the word boy in it and after she finishes her song, she decides to make her big declaration. Oh boy!!!! Refer to Trouble at School post....