Automatic Toilets are of the Devil

So… I’m living in a crazy time of my life right now. I started a new job and I am taking three classes this semester.

I may have lost my mind.

Seriously.

I did this all at the same time. I started the new job on a Monday and started college classes the next Monday. It is a good thing I went to Arkansas between the two jobs. I am not sure when I will be able to travel again. Hopefully, mid-December after finals.

So, my new job is, of course, in a new office. The funny part is that my new office is about 1.3 miles from my old one.

Apparently, the building owners at my new office are passionate about automatic bathroom features. Everything is operated by motion detectors… the soap dispenser, the paper towel dispenser, and the toilets. These features eliminate the need for hundreds of hands (with millions of germs) to touch the same fixtures.

I get the point of automatic features. However, the toilets are freaking me out a little bit. They randomly flush with no warning. Let’s say you sneeze… the toilet will flush. You reach over to the toilet paper roll, the toilet flushes. You can turn your head and the toilet will flush.

Then… when you stand up… which is when the toilet SHOULD flush. Nothing.

You can turn around and wave your arms and nothing happens.

I could dance a jig in front of the toilet and it would not flush.

I think there is a conspiracy here somewhere, but I’m not looking for it. It may be germy.

Yes... I'm a Proud Aunt.

I am proud of all my nieces and nephew. They are all individually wonderful people. But tonight... tonight we will focus on Joey.

He's the only boy. He's taller than I am now. That makes me a little sad. He and I went to see the A-Team movie for his 15th birthday and I let him drive my car back from Mt. Juliet to Smyrna.

That made me a little sad too. But, he did a great job.

He made the football team at Blackman High School. He's a Blaze. (That's the mascot)

I went to and graduated from Smyrna High School. Many, oh so many years ago. I am a Bulldog.

Blackman and Smyrna played each other tonight. It is a big rivalry. They were playing to see who would get the number one slot in the state. I decided I would wear a purple shirt, but an orange overshirt. The purple representing Smyrna (Purple & Gold) and the orange for Blackman (Navy and Orange).

However... in comparison with the other oranges in the crowd, my shirt was not orange enough. I promise I tried to represent both teams somewhat equally. I was told by two of my nieces that I failed horribly.

Oh well.

The Blaze kids know how to have a lot of fun. Here are some of the students pre-game.

They were full of spirit.

The Smyrna kids were too. But I wasn't close enough to get pictures of them. They pulled off a pretty cool effect: when the football team hit the field, the SHS kids all threw baby powder up in the air. It looked like smoke (as if they were putting out the Blaze... get it?)

Clever.

But this... this is what I came here for: my boy Joey!!

(He'd probably want me to say, my Man Joey. But, I can't do that yet.)

Number 99!!!

You can see my Alma Mater represented on the other side there.

(Insert a quiet Go Dawgs here)

Smyrna won 24-7!! Oh. Sorry Joey. I mean... Blackman was ROBBED!!

It Has Been A Month

Since the last post, I have vacationed and taken a new job and made it to World Six on the Super Mario Brothers – Wii version.

I know you’ve been most anxious to hear that last bit of truth. Let me just say... I have done this on my own. No additional help from the younger generation.

I hear you applauding. Thank you. Thank you so much.

I left my old job for a job with a few less dollars, but with more stability and secured benefits. I traveled to Macon, Georgia to train for this job and found that a past co-worker from our Memphis office was going to be working for this new firm as well. We were able to go through training together and have dinner together. It was wonderful to get there and know somebody!!

I got back home and started working at my new office… but I arrived there before my desk did. So… for the first two weeks, I have worked from a computer sitting atop a card table. It’s a little wobbly… but that’s okay. It is a little like working on a cruise ship. The good news is that my desk arrives tomorrow (Yay!!) and it will hopefully allow me to not face the back wall (I feel like I’ve been in time out for a couple of weeks) and will let me get a little more organized. I am so looking forward to it.

The people I work with have been great! They are very easy to get along with a very helpful in showing me how to use their system. I am waiting to that first paycheck to arrive, and it really could not get here quicker. Because I took a week off between my two jobs, it has been awhile since I have seen any money and I have had to purchase college textbooks (never cheap) and dip into my savings account.

I am just glad that I had a savings account to dip into!

That brings me to the quick jaunt over to Arkansas to visit my favorite aunt and uncle. Okay, okay… they are my ONLY aunt and uncle… but are my faves anyway! They were in the process of purchasing a new home in Hot Springs Village, Arkansas and I am so glad I got to go see it. It is a beautiful home set on a golf course. I cannot wait to make that trip now that they have finalized the paperwork and are starting to move in!! I will post pictures when Blogger lets me. For some reason, it is taking a very long time to download. I'm not patient enough to wait.

Finally, I am starting back to college again. My classes start tomorrow and I am taking three courses this year… Intro to Non-profit Management, Public Relations and Technical Writing. I am hoping that the three courses don’t just completely wig me out. However, if I am not on here too much, that will certainly be the reason why!!

I have to go now… I need to get back to Super Mario Brothers!!

Playing a Little Catch Up!!

The last time I blogged, I took you on a small tour of the various items in my backyard. I am happy to say, we have not added anything since the last shopping spree. However… my aunt and uncle will be here for an overnight visit on Wednesday. I am hoping to use my new Wii to keep them so busy there will be no time for shopping and seeing what else can be added to the collection.

There have been some new things going on in my little world, so here I am to update you on life in general:

1. PROBLEM: Not long after the yard ornament take-over occurred, we began seeing quite a bit of squirrel activity on the bird feeders in our yard. Now, before you admonish me about how squirrels need food too… let me explain that we have plenty of acorns and other tree bits of sustenance for the squirrels. But, we love our birds. That’s why we have feeders. The squirrels are no respecter of bird feeders and they have taken to scattering the birds away and feasting on the feeders themselves.

SOLUTION: BB/pellet gun. The maternal unit and I spend a goodly amount of time on the back porch with said implement of destruction within reach and… well… we pop those little suckers of with great regularity. The birds love us for it. The squirrels… not so much. The maternal unit and I could be considered in some circles as Annie Oakley. We get our squirrels every time! It is actually pretty fun. Again… before you alert PETA… be aware that the BBs/pellets do not kill the animals, but instead run them off. AND… they are wary enough that when we step out the back door, they scamper away. Typically before we reach the gun.

2. NEW JOB: I went on my first job interview in about 12 years a few weeks ago. I was not as nervous as I thought I would be. The great part is that I got the job!! Things at my office had been a little difficult in the past couple of years and business has dropped off a good bit. I just felt like I needed some stability. So, as of August 16 I will be an employee with the staff counsel’s office for GEICO insurance in Brentwood, Tennessee. Very excited about this new chapter in my life. Plus, I get to spend a couple of days in Macon, Georgia at the GEICO office learning the ins and outs of the company. Good times!! It will be really hard to leave my friends here at White & Rhodes, but I think this is the best decision for me.

3. The Fauna are Taunting Me with their Sexual Escapades. Take a look back up to number one and our issue with the squirrels. I have found there is one reason not to shoot the squirrels. I cannot seem to make myself pull the trigger if the little nymphos are “doing it”. Apparently, word has gotten out in the squirrel community… as the little buggers seem to enjoy “doing it” in the very tree with our main bird feeder.

And… it isn’t just the squirrels that are taunting me. On Friday, I left my office to go home from work. As I approached my car, I saw what I thought was a very large butterfly on my driver’s side window. I figured it would float away as soon as I came near, or at least opened the door. Alas. It did not. More alas… it was not a single butterfly, but apparently a male/female butterfly.

Guess what they were doing? YES! Taunting me with their sexual nature. They didn’t move off the window either. I hated to interrupt them… but I had somewhere to be. I moved my car slowly out of the parking lot and they finally realized a white Hyundai Santa Fe was not the most conducive spot to make whoopee.

I just said make whoopee. I feel like I’m on the Newlywed Game!!

4. Wii. I bought a Wii. Yes. Yes I did. I bought a Wii and a Wii Fit Plus board and I am a MASTER at Rhythm Kung Fu. I’m just saying! I love this Wii. It is great fun. The maternal unit and I are using this to exercise and we are enjoying it. The maternal unit apparently has little hula-hoop experience – as she almost threw her hips out of line with that game – but she can Kick. Butt on the bowling game. Seriously. I have YET to win a game against her… and that is a really sad thing to admit.

However… she apparently has no concept of the fact that the Wii bowling game is played in the confines of our very own living room. I say this because every time she plays… she “throws” the ball and then she takes three steps out and away from the lane. Next thing I’m going to do is buy her a bowling shirt and shoes to make her experience complete.

Lest you think I’m a complete wuss… I kill her in tennis!!!

I also reverted to the old days and purchased the Super Mario Brothers game. Don’t ask me which incarnation… I can’t remember. I just know that I can spend HOURS on that thing. Literally. I cannot stand it to not reach my goal. So… after a few days of desperation… I called in my backup – namely my 15-year-old nephew, Joey, who got me through the second castle and onto level 2, where we made it to that second castle before our eyes completely crossed and our thumbs were numb!

I love my nephew. He rocks. Plus, he’s taller than me now, which makes me feel small and old. But that’s another topic for another day.

Stay tuned for all the fun that is the fun!!

Just More Stuff

Last week, the maternal unit went to Arkansas to visit her sister. Every time we called, we were interrupting them from the same thing.

Shopping.

Shopping, shopping, shopping.

The maternal unit and the aunt are consummate shoppers. They look for and find wonderful bargains. These few days were no different.

What did they find, you ask? Stuff.

Just. More. Stuff.

More. Stuff. that would go in the yard.

More. Stuff. that would one day fill a garage sale.

More. Stuff. that we would have to move around to mow. Except the maternal unit actually has placed all the More. Stuff. around the fence, so it won't interfere with the mowing.

Of course, all the More. Stuff. has been relocated four or five times this week.

Now... I give you...

More. Stuff. (In no particular order)

This is some sort of iron butterfly. (Not the 70s rock group... they are a completely different topic for a completely different time) I am not sure what the purpose is for the iron butterfly sculpture thingy... except that it makes the maternal unit happy.

See that bird feeder in the background? That is another item. It has been relocated many a time and many a different height. The evil squirrels in my yard love it too. But again... another story for another time.

Look here. These are solar paneled lights. They come on after dark. They glow. They are all over the yard.

This is what they look like when they are glowing...





This is a gazing ball. It's green and made of glass.


It bears only slight resemblance to this gazing ball, which is silver. At least they are both round. They are not located in the same place in the yard.





This is a pretty and colorful banner. I don't mind it so much because I love cardinals (the bird... not the sports team from Kentucky... there is only one sports team from Kentucky, and it is more fearsome than a cardinal. But that is another story for another time.)


Cardinals remind me of my maternal grandfather. He used to paint pictures of them. He painted pictures of robins and blue jays too... but the cardinals were his best and my favorite.




Look!! A birdbath. We have like three or four of them throughout the yard.

Look... another one. There is one in the front yard too. I don't mind birdbaths so much. Mostly because I enjoy watching the birds frolick in the water. They are cute when they are flapping around in there.

The maternal unit paid a dollar for this piece of art. Why? Because it is broken. She probably hot glued that thing back together.

Iron bird house.

Look here... it's another sculpture. Isn't it precious? (Not to be mistaken for the Lord of the Rings reference to The Ring - although Golum might be lurking about the yard and we'd never see him. He's probably hiding in that concrete Japanese temple/house thing we have.)

Here's a cardinal. It is red. It did not come to us red. It came to us in its basest concrete form. However, the maternal unit hit it with a can of red spray paint.

And then, there was this little fellow... No yard would be complete without a frog on a mushroom. Or is this a toad on a toadstool? I cannot tell.

One little frog/toad would be lonely. So, apparently, he needed a friend. Apparently his friend needed a hat. Maybe this frog/toad is a girl. I kinda hope so. I would hate to see a boy frog/toad hanging out in the yard in this get up without any reason for it.


No yard would be complete without a planter in the shape of the female form.

Or a male one...

We are a patriotic family. We have the solar powered lights to prove it.

See... they glow after dark too.

I actually like these wire artsy things. We have three of them. This is elongated...

And this is more rounded.

You'd think we were a "green" family for all the solar operated stuff we now have in the yard. We aren't though. We just throw our garbage out with little heed to where it ends up. However, we do have this solar paneled flower. We have three or four of them. This is what they look like in the daylight.

This is the evening look. Everyone ooh and ahh or there may be heck to pay!!

Birds. Birds who are seeing no evil, hearing no evil and speaking no evil. I always thought it was monkeys who did that, but what do I know?

Forget welcome mats! We just go for welcome rocks!! (Complete with butterfly)

The final solar powered item... acrylic butterflies. We have three of them. They are not JUST solar powered... they are LED and change colors. I am not posting the different colors here... you will just have to trust me on that one.

Well. That's it for now. I'm sure I will be adding additional gems as they come about.

Scrubbing Bubbles

I don’t usually endorse products, but for the sake of a fun story, I will endorse this one. I am a fan of the Scrubbing Bubbles Toilet Cleaning Gel.

Okay. Actually, I am a fan of anything Scrubbing Bubbles. It started with the commercials first came out on television and I wanted my very own happy bubbles scurrying around my bathtub, toilet and bath sink. Those bubbles were just so darned cute!


Much better than thinking there was a little man in a rowboat hanging out in my toilet tank. Ick.




Anyway, I have been using the Scrubbing Bubbles for years now to clean my bathroom. So, when their new product came out, toilet cleaning gel, I was intrigued. On one of my forays to Wal-Mart to purchase household items, I grabbed one of these to try it out.

I loved it.

Not so much because it was really keeping my toilet bowl any cleaner than normal, but it did leave a wonderfully fresh and clean smell in my bathroom.

I think clean smelling bathrooms are essential.

I just bought my second gel stick and applied it to the toilet bowl… and learned a great lesson.

If one applies said gel mixture too close to the rim where the water flows into the toilet bowl when one flushes… one will be treated to dancing waters that would make the Bellagio in Vegas proud.

Or perhaps, one would have a custom made bidet.

Regardless… water will spurt right up out of the toilet bowl. I am happy to say I did not learn about this until after standing up… or I would have had quite the surprise!!

Thank you Scrubbing Bubbles. I feel so European now!

Have I ever mentioned....

... the close resemblance my family has to the Clampett family from the Beverly Hillbilles? No?

Well, okay. We don't have millions in the bank. We haven't struck oil on any property we own. We don't even live in Beverly Hills.

So, I don't know exactly what we are.

Perhaps we are just ingenious. I think that is what my mother thinks more times than not.

Case in point, this:

This is what happens to wrought iron after years and years and YEARS of dog pee. Do you notice how there should be three legs to the post? There are only two. One entire leg has rotted away.

Makes everyone say ick. GO ahead. Say it. I don't mind.

The cost to replace the five separate wrought iron posts is more than we want to spend at this time. However, we also don't want the carport fiberglass roof to fall down and smack us in the noggins. So, my ever inventive maternal unit came up with this idea:

It's concrete. Its a concrete footing for the post. This particular post is actually the railing leading into the house. That is the main entrance for everyone... so it HAD to be fixed.

Thank you, makers of Quik-rete. You have saved the day.

Well... you and the maternal unit and apparently a plastic Solo cup.

Fear not, dear readers... take a look back at that first picture, and you will notice that once the concrete dries up, we'll paint it green to match the decor.

We do have our standards, you know.

Just Catching Up...

Life is just peachy here in middle Tennessee. Well, not really peachy. More like hot. Extremely hot. HELL hot. The humidity is so high that when I walk out the back door to get in my car to go to work (all of about ten feet) I am sweating by the time I arrive to the car.

Ick.

Hot and sticky. Two things that I am not excited about. Especially since it is only June. There is still July and August to get through.

Ick again.

Then, out of the blue, my nephew turned 15. Okay, it wasn't completely out of the blue. We've seen it coming for a while. He's been counting down the days. He is taller than I am now. That is slightly humiliating. He shaves too. What is that about? This baby to whom I fed his Very. First. Bottle. Ever while the sister-in-law was recovering from C section number three, now shaves and has a driver's permit.

I am looking for a nice walker.

Here is a picture of the 15 year old when he was only 14 (last week) playing ball.

This is him talking with the first base coach

And this is him batting.

For his birthday, I got him a commemorative UK2K basketball and took him to see the movie The A-Team. It was a great movie. Really! From beginning to end, it did not disappoint. Afterwards, I let him drive my car. Yes. I am the best aunt ever!!

The other thing I did last week was take my eldest brother (he really is an elder!!) out to Lantern Lane Farm in Mt. Juliet, Tennessee. He wanted to meet the owners and the horses too. Here is Earl with Dolly, the walking horse.

Dolly is not in some sort of undercover secret op group. She's just recovering from an eye infection. She wears this mesh "mask" to keep the dirt and flies out while she is in treatment. She's getting eye drops to clear up the infection.

Now... this week? I will be working out at Lantern Lane Farm getting things a little more organized. Fun, fun, fun!!!

Random Thoughts - 5-25-10

I love music from all genres. On my Ipod I have all kinds of music from Hard Rock to Worship music and all areas in between. I have Kevin Spacey crooning Mack the Knife and David Bowie’s Space Oddity. I just finished listening to the soundtrack from the musical Chicago and now I am listening to David Bowie’s Young Americans. This morning I bopped into work with Beyonce. Who knows what I will be listening to in 30 minutes?

When I eat a Reese’s peanut butter cup and there is a little bit of chocolaty goodness stuck to the bottom of the wrapper… I lick that goodness right off the paper. I don’t care who sees me.

My “earthy” self wants to get back to the basics. I want to use paper and glass and not so much plastic. However, plastic is more convenient. My “convenient” self likes plastic. It is a war within me that make little sense. I should stop trying to figure that out now.

I actually like being a college student now. This is diametrically opposed to my college experience the first time around. Not that I didn’t have a good time then… but I was a poor student, because I was not serious about it. I am serious about it now. My grades reflect that. I wish I could afford to go back and have a complete Mulligan with the bad grades still abiding on my transcript. Alas… they are not to be erased. If I win the lottery, I will go back and take those classes over and graduate with a 4.0!!

I don’t buy lottery tickets. Pretty sure that will negate that last sentence I just wrote.

Here’s a conversation I had with my friend Requelle (who has lost all her worldly possessions – and house – in the Great Nashville Flood of 2010) after she was gifted with some money from a group of believers in Florida.

Me: So… they gave you some money? That’s great. Let’s go to a movie!! You can pay.

Req: What part of “homeless” do you not understand?

Me: It’s been all about YOU lately!!

Req: If you had called me yesterday, you could probably have talked me into going to Tahiti (Req had a bad day of insurance people/meetings yesterday)

Me: Tahiti? Nah. Montana!!

Req: The beaches in Tahiti would be great

Me: The cowboys in Montana would be better.

Req: Surf… sun… beach…

Me: Bugs.

Req: Hello!!? Montana! Huge bears up there and you are worried about bugs?

Me: Yeah, but you can see bears coming at you. Its not like you are going to wake up in the middle of the night and say, Oh… a got a bear bite!

Req: You are the most random person.

Me: Yes. Yes I am. I will blog about that now.

At it Again...

For those three of you who read my blog, I apologize for not writing sooner about the status of the front lawn, a/k/a devastated disaster site with no trees.

Is devastated disaster an oxymoron? Or am I? Things to ponder.

Instead... I have been pushing hard to get to the end of this semester of college. It is only about a week away now. That's a light at the end of yet another tunnel.

I also decided I had to do something to get myself some physical activity. Mucking out Aurora's stall on Wednesdays at Lantern Lane Farm (www.lanternlanefarmtn.net) is not quite enough. Hitting the Y with every. single. person. in. Rutherford. County. isn't working for my schedule right now either.

So, I walk. I walked two days last week before my schedule came to a screeching halt because of school work. I put in two solid hours. That wasn't too bad. My feet were screaming at me just a little afterwards. But nothing too horrible. This week's prospects are a bit slim. Depending on weather and progress on my final project at school will determine if I make it to the track or not.

I'm hopeful.

Oh... by the way. I was able to plant three trees in the front yard to replace the three beautiful and VERY ALIVE trees that were ripped to pieces by the electric company. I will get pictures on here in the near future. Should only take another 20-30 years for them to be big and beautiful again.

It was One of Those Days

Wednesday was just one of those days. It was a bad day at work. My stress level was pretty high from the minute I sat down at my desk. I have a paper due this weekend that is just not coming together and then I got a phone call from the parental units telling me the electric company was cutting down the trees in our front yard.

Not trimming them. Cutting them down.

This is what I came home to at the end of that very bad day:




I would say it looks like a war zone, but that is probably an overstatement. Not much of one though...

I never considered myself much of a tree hugger. I mean, I have seen the hysterical videos on YouTube. I am not one of those people. But I was still sad.

Thursday morning when I went out to get the paper, I found hundreds of birds staring down at me from the power lines. It was if they were saying, "What the hell happened? We had HOMES here." Then, I apparently lost my mind. I began talking to them. Out. Loud.

"I'm sorry."

"This wasn't my idea."

"It's not my fault."

"Make sure to poop on the heads of the old people living here. They are responsible."

I realized I was talking Out. Loud. It was a magical and terrifying moment.

Spring? Okay, fine.

I am not a proponent of spring. I'll admit it. It is one of those things that make me not like other people I am around.

Like the fact that I don't want to have children of my own.

Or the fact that I hate Pot Roast.

I have covered these areas before. This just goes onto a long list of issues that make me Who. I. Am. You, my three readers, will need to deal with it.

Why am I not a proponent of spring? Because somewhere in my 30s I began to develop spring-time allergies. I never had these as a child. There was never an issue of not playing outside in the yard. Heck! I played outside in the woods!! There was a great thicket behind my house when I was growing up. There were well-worn bike trails and a small cut-out cave that had been created by children before me. It was a wonderful place to play.

My little brother and I would play outside all day/night long. There was no cable television. With the exception of Laugh-In, Carol Burnett or the Smothers Brothers, there wasn't much to watch on television.

Oh wait. There was Dark Shadows... but it was a 30 minute show, so it doesn't really count.

We played outside. We played in the woods. We played in the back yard. We rode our bikes to the top of the hill on our cul-de-sac (which we called a Dead End... because no one heard of a cul-de-sac back in the day) and we RACED our bikes down the hill as fast as we could and SLAMMED on the brakes to see who could leave a longer tire track.

We wiped out a lot too. Our driveway was gravel. There were plenty of boo-boos to be fussed over when we were growing up.

All that to say... I never came into the house with sneezing fits or teary eyes or a runny nose.

But now... now the first sign of spring bursts forth and I cannot see through the tears or stop sneezing. My head truly wishes to explode - I know, because it tells me All. Day. Long.

What has happened? If any of you have any insight to this... please fill me in.

Otherwise, I will simply return back to my American History homework and swallow another Zyrtec D.

Thank you, and good night.

Spring Cleaning at Lantern Lane Farm

I've talked about Lantern Lane Farm a few times on this blog. I wanted to share with you a great opportunity to help us out.

On April 10, 2010 starting at 9:00 a.m. we will be having a volunteer work day. That means we need your help.

You. The Volunteer. We need your help. I'll even keep my comments to myself if you wear orange.

We are going to do some work around the farm. We will be working both indoors and out. We need to clean and organize the barn. We need to wash the fencing. We need to spray weed killer around the fencing as well.

We will also work on the Selah House. There is some staining that needs to happen there as well as a good "spring cleaning". We are also going to work on some of the flower beds and mulch, etc.

If you work with a scout troop that needs to work on their badges, we would love to have the help! Please come out! It will be hard work, but so much fun too!

Please go to www.lanternlanefarmtn.net and click on the Get Involved Tab - and then the calendar tab. If you go to the April calendar, you will see a place where you can sign up to help. We'd love to see you there!

It was a West Wing Kinda weekend...

I had a friend that spent a few days with me this weekend. We hung out and laughed on occasion. My friend got to experience life at my house with the parentals and the blind dog.

But that's okay. We watched the West Wing.

Have I ever mentioned my absolute love and obsession for the television series that was The West Wing? I love this series. LOVE it. As far as I can tell... it was the very best written television show OF. ALL. TIME.

AND... there were more than just 12 episodes in a season.

My friend and I watched the entire First Season and most of the Second one.

At some point, I headed over to Lantern Lane Farm and did something I have never done before...

I cleaned out a miniature horse's stall.

I believe the correct term is muck. I had to actually look up that word because it just sounds dirty. There's a reason for that... it IS dirty. It derives from a middle English word from the 13th Century, pretty much meaning manure.

I guess it would sound silly to say that I manured out a stall. So, muck it is.

Now, I see the three of you who read this post, and I know you are saying to yourself... "It's a minature horse. How bad could it be?" Well... let me just tell you, little Aurora - that's her name - leaves PLENTY of jewels for her friends.

I was her friend last week.

She left me a wheelbarrow full of muck. Or, manure. Or poop. Maybe I should say I pooped out the stall.

Oh. No. That doesn't sound good at all.

So, I spent time with my friend. I did not take any pictures of her, even though there were opportunities to do so. I am trying to make up for something I did last week. And I mucked out a stall and fed a bunch of beautiful horses - and a couple of donkeys, can't forget them.

Oh... and I attended my nephew's championship basketball game. They won. They are undefeated. THAT I took pictures of. Enjoy.