Love These Screams Like I Do

Today I'm going to load you up to keep you busy for a few days because I'm taking a break.

Biddie, my bestest, suggested writing something funny. She's right, but I'm all outta funny! All the funny I can find is from a little Emo band called Fall Out Boy. (Their scrawny tattooed bass player was featured at the end of yesterday's post.) Here's a song title from the next album: "I'm Like A Lawyer With The Way I'm Always Trying To Get You Off." That's funny. I never would have come up with that on my own.

I myself have no funny. So instead, here are some classic Hick Chic pictures of me, because it's my blog dammit:Look, I have a tan.This one's from today.AND THAT'S ALL YOU GET.

Here's my venerable cat ignoring the young whippersnapper dog.
My dog turns ONE on sunday. Who's a big dog? Is it you? IS IT YOU? Is it just me or does he look drunk? (Do I look drunk?)

Speaking of drunk....I'm not. I'd like to be but I have a riding lesson tonight.

Speaking of riding...I had a great lesson on Wednesday. I may not have mentioned this, or have, but forgot: I'm taking lessons which will lead to achieving my Ontario Equestrian Federation Rider Levels and then my Instructor's Certificate. I damn near lost the will after Champ died. I knew I'd keep going without him. I knew he wouldn't last forever, and that eventually I'd have to buy another solid lesson horse. But I did not want to let him go yet!

Anyways the lesson was great because my body is getting stronger now and things were really clicking. My coach is awesome. The mare I'm leasing for the lessons is incredible. Gorgeous and well trained. She's chestnut, although not as red as Champ was...I am NOT buying another chestnut horse. Too close.

All week, with the exceptions of riding and going to see a ridiculously funny movie, I have been feeling TRAPPED.
How he looks is how I feel.

Hang on, more Johnny. Yes I need to have myself some more Johnny.
Thank you Johnny. If I had a bass I'd play it down at my knees, Duff McKagan style, not up under my chin like That Guy From Level 42. I think I just decided how I'm going to spend the next couple of hours while my children are off playing with the friends. It's Fender-knockoff-almost-stays-in-tune time.



You've all been so good to me. I appreciate all the kindness you sent me and encouragement and lots of laughs too. I never ever predicted being so moved by people I haven't actually met. (Except for you two freaks who I got hooked on this. You know who you are.) Thank you. It means a lot to me.


As long as you clean up after yourselves, feel free to party in my comments section!