Tra *Skip* la *stops* la *Falls*

Owww. I'm gonna hurt tomorrow. Really bad day of jumping...first Bummer would just duck to the left, then right, then left...and he killed a bucket and a PVC pipe. Three times. Finally got him over it, but took a looong while.

Mmm, and I was COLD. But now I'm here where the fire is and it's all warm, and I have Whose Line, and they're playing Greatest Hits of the International Spy. *Giggle*

Catty lunged her new horsie a bit today, and since he did so well, she put a western saddle on him and asked Morca to keep hold of the lunge line in the center and then she climbed up. A day early, but she just walked, trotted, and loped about once around, then turned around and did it again. Her horsie was a perfect gentleman, aside from snorting and kicking just a tad when she first got up. Then he settled and went well enough, and they got him trotting faster to see his English gates. SO PRETTY. Damn, Cat can really pick out horses.

Colin: "Hey, Ryan, when you hear 'license to kill', what do you think of?"

Ryan: "My ex-wife!"

Ahh I might post later, if I write somethin, but for now, toodles...

-Maddsies

Oooo, fun lyrics

She was the prom queen
He was the quarterback of the football team
And it all looked so promising
We never thought anything would happen like this
And then, all of the sudden
25 years of love and devotion
Down the drain...

(singing)We all heard her hollerin'
For a country mile
"Cheatin' shows your complete lack of style"
Well she took out three parkin' meters
and a pedestrian's purse
the day she quit the baptist choir
and threw that Ford into reverse...

*Music picks up*

Lock up your husbands
Lock up your sons
Lock up your whiskey cabinets
Girls lock up your guns
Lock up the beauty shop
No telling if they've heard the news
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus
Tell 'em lock up them high-heeled shoes,

When God fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap dab atellin' what they're gonna do
Run around yellin'
"I gotta Mustang
It'll do eighty
You don't have to be my baby
I've stirred my last batch of gravy
You don't have to be my baby,"

Call all the deacons
Call the ladies' aid
Call all the altos, sopranos, tenors, call every bass
Well, call all the Pentecostals
And bring that anointing oil too
Well call the preacher
He's the only one can reach her
And there ain't no time to lose,

When God gearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap dab atellin' what they're gonna do
Run around yellin' "I gotta Mustang
It'll do eighty
You don't have to be my baby
I've stirred my last batch of gravy
You don't have to be my baby,"

She's on all our prayer lists
She's on all our hearts
As for the Easter cantata
We don't know who'll sing her part,

When God fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap dab atellin' what they're gonna do
Run around yellin' "I gotta Mustang
It'll do eighty
You don't have to be my baby
I've stirred my last batch of gravy
You don't have to be my baby,"

Oh. My. God. Martina McBride song, When God Fearin' Women Get The Blues...SO MUCH FUN. Almost better than 'Wrong Again.' Though they're both good for different reasons. WGFWGtB is a fun fast beat, and it's just so much fun singing the first verse and 'I gotta Mustang, it'll do eighty, you don't have to be my baby.' WA is good cause well it's just a rockin' song-fic kinda song, and well it makes me so happy.

I need to get some more friends. I think Lisha's the only one that reads this. Damn my anti-social...ness.

-Maddsies