I love the Lord so much. I've been studying tonight. But will I retain anything?
My husband dried dishes during the commercials. I washed extra slow so there would be less for me to dry. He didn't notice. I'm so slick!
Bella is learning how to walk. You wouldn't think a horse needs to learn how to walk, but to become a trail riding horse they have to learn to walk up and down and over rocks and keep their balance. Laura was riding her and she tripped and fell all the way down to her nose. She was on her front knees. Bella was wondering what to do. Then she figured out how to get up! They walked for ten miles today. Bella was real tired after that. She's realizing she had the good life when all she had to do was stand around, eat, sleep, and poop in her corral at home!
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
48"
I'm at 48" and it's in good condition still. Go figure. Just 7/8" more and I'll be up to my all time longest. Then comes 50". Technically, January 1, 2012, I ought to hit 50". It grew 3/4 of an inch this month, but it's doesn't grow every month. More likely, I'll hit 50 by, hmmm, March. Meh.
Bella's gonna start taking biotin. Laura recommended it for her feet. They are cracking and biotin will strengthen them. I told our son that a lot of women take biotin for their hair and that I'm going to take some of Bella's biotin. Told him biotin for Bella will be cheaper than buying the identical stuff for people at the store. He said, "Well okay, but you have to take half a can of it." Haha! It comes in pellets.
Bella's gonna start taking biotin. Laura recommended it for her feet. They are cracking and biotin will strengthen them. I told our son that a lot of women take biotin for their hair and that I'm going to take some of Bella's biotin. Told him biotin for Bella will be cheaper than buying the identical stuff for people at the store. He said, "Well okay, but you have to take half a can of it." Haha! It comes in pellets.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Man, did I waste the day or what. It's been an achy breaky day. Tomorrow is sure to be better. I've been in this recliner all day long and now it's time for bed. My husband was nice and got the reading lamp from the Zumba room and put it here in the living room. I got my new, cool archeological study Bible and it was worth the wait. I love it. I got it embossed with "Little Mamma." That's what my husband calls me.
So I found a lovely cool down song with choreo for Zumba. It's Psalm 100 in Hebrew. Really beautiful and I love knowing it's a Psalm. It will be good for everyone's ears and heart.
Whew. Nice verses. Makes me breathless.
The best news about a friend. She is interested in coming to church. My wonderful new best friend is talking with her and giving her blessed encouragement. It's like the touch of a touch of a touch of God. It's wondrous. And I did a second Bible study with my friend. It went well. Exceedingly well. I am much encouraged. It's extremely edifying to share the Word of God with someone who loves the Lord. There are, I'm thinking, people who have fire in them for the Lord, but they need that spark of it to be lit. They need the right person to reach out toward them. And if maybe no one ever reaches out, think of that. That's a terrible thing. It's like treacherous. It's cruel. Or maybe it's them reaching out, not me, and I was just the one there at the time. So then, if that's right, you gotta be ready. You gotta study and talk and share and live it because you never know who around you is going to reach out and what their need is. Because each person is a little different. They are in a certain place and you need to be able to recognize it. No. It's not me, who recognizes. It's the Holy Spirit. I don't have the ability to know the right thing to say, but our Comforter and Counselor, the Holy Spirit, does. Hmmm? Okay, that's settled.
Some will, some won't, so what, keep going. That's how you have to approach it. I was so afraid of not doing any good that I did nothing for a duper long time, rather than something. It's easy to do nothing and likewise it's not that hard to do something. I suppose our adversary, the devil, is aware of that moreso than I am. I just thought of that.
Writing is good for the soul.
I've got an M.O. (Modus Operandi). I pray. I say something. I pray. Then I wait. And pray. See what comes of it. Be patient. Wait for a question. Wait for a look. Then pray some more.
I invited another girl to church. I wonder if she's thinking of it. She's sometimes all broke up and sad and aching. She should come with me. Another woman, I want her to come, but she speaks Spanish and I speak English. It's a problem.
I ordered new Zumba clothes. Hope they fit. I am set to start teaching Zumba to the kids at the Christian private school next month. I hope it'll be well received. Kids are fun, but teens can be a tough crowd. I'm tougher than they are though. Rawr! We're doing Zumba in the hot sun for 30 minutes. I better go try it tomorrow. I'd hate to pass out and faint in front of everyone!
Came home Thursday and Petey the Pig was half way up the block. He's moseying along like nobody's business. I got home and told my husband and he phoned our son. Son came home and brought Pete back home too. There was a dog barking at Pete and I thought he might hurt him but my husband said Pete can take care of himself. Then I remembered how Winston, our pig from last year, got in a fight with a pig in the pen next to him at the county fair, and boy howdy they can fight. So I realized I was silly to think the dog could hurt Pete. Pete's bigger than most dogs now anyways. Sometimes he runs to me like crazy, ears a boppin' up and down, when I call him. Likes to have his belly rubbed.
Son went trail riding in the mountains today with friend. Had rain and thunder and a bit of lightning. They left at 7am and got back at 6:45pm. He's asleep now. Sleepin' like a baby. I'm so glad he's not sitting around. That boy sure keeps busy. I guess it's his gift. There'll be no moss growing under that stone, that's for sure.
Oh. I've been so proud that the trainer says Bella is smart. She is a smart horse. But we all have our weaknesses too, eh? Well, the trainer says Bella is...lazy. Shucks. Our Bella? Actually, I'm not too surprised. Her mama is lazy. And I hear her daddy is too, so she got a double dose of lazy genes. We'll work on her. She is a thinker though! Laura says Bella thinks of things overnight and then does better the next day. That there is a smart horse, for sure.
Tomorrow is Monday.
So I found a lovely cool down song with choreo for Zumba. It's Psalm 100 in Hebrew. Really beautiful and I love knowing it's a Psalm. It will be good for everyone's ears and heart.
Shout for joy to the LORD, all the earth.
Worship the LORD with gladness;
come before him with joyful songs.
Know that the LORD is God.
It is he who made us, and we are his;
we are his people, the sheep of his pasture.
Enter his gates with thanksgiving and his courts with praise;
give thanks to him and praise his name.
For the LORD is good and his love endures forever;
his faithfulness continues through all generations.
Whew. Nice verses. Makes me breathless.
The best news about a friend. She is interested in coming to church. My wonderful new best friend is talking with her and giving her blessed encouragement. It's like the touch of a touch of a touch of God. It's wondrous. And I did a second Bible study with my friend. It went well. Exceedingly well. I am much encouraged. It's extremely edifying to share the Word of God with someone who loves the Lord. There are, I'm thinking, people who have fire in them for the Lord, but they need that spark of it to be lit. They need the right person to reach out toward them. And if maybe no one ever reaches out, think of that. That's a terrible thing. It's like treacherous. It's cruel. Or maybe it's them reaching out, not me, and I was just the one there at the time. So then, if that's right, you gotta be ready. You gotta study and talk and share and live it because you never know who around you is going to reach out and what their need is. Because each person is a little different. They are in a certain place and you need to be able to recognize it. No. It's not me, who recognizes. It's the Holy Spirit. I don't have the ability to know the right thing to say, but our Comforter and Counselor, the Holy Spirit, does. Hmmm? Okay, that's settled.
Some will, some won't, so what, keep going. That's how you have to approach it. I was so afraid of not doing any good that I did nothing for a duper long time, rather than something. It's easy to do nothing and likewise it's not that hard to do something. I suppose our adversary, the devil, is aware of that moreso than I am. I just thought of that.
Writing is good for the soul.
I've got an M.O. (Modus Operandi). I pray. I say something. I pray. Then I wait. And pray. See what comes of it. Be patient. Wait for a question. Wait for a look. Then pray some more.
I invited another girl to church. I wonder if she's thinking of it. She's sometimes all broke up and sad and aching. She should come with me. Another woman, I want her to come, but she speaks Spanish and I speak English. It's a problem.
I ordered new Zumba clothes. Hope they fit. I am set to start teaching Zumba to the kids at the Christian private school next month. I hope it'll be well received. Kids are fun, but teens can be a tough crowd. I'm tougher than they are though. Rawr! We're doing Zumba in the hot sun for 30 minutes. I better go try it tomorrow. I'd hate to pass out and faint in front of everyone!
Came home Thursday and Petey the Pig was half way up the block. He's moseying along like nobody's business. I got home and told my husband and he phoned our son. Son came home and brought Pete back home too. There was a dog barking at Pete and I thought he might hurt him but my husband said Pete can take care of himself. Then I remembered how Winston, our pig from last year, got in a fight with a pig in the pen next to him at the county fair, and boy howdy they can fight. So I realized I was silly to think the dog could hurt Pete. Pete's bigger than most dogs now anyways. Sometimes he runs to me like crazy, ears a boppin' up and down, when I call him. Likes to have his belly rubbed.
Son went trail riding in the mountains today with friend. Had rain and thunder and a bit of lightning. They left at 7am and got back at 6:45pm. He's asleep now. Sleepin' like a baby. I'm so glad he's not sitting around. That boy sure keeps busy. I guess it's his gift. There'll be no moss growing under that stone, that's for sure.
Oh. I've been so proud that the trainer says Bella is smart. She is a smart horse. But we all have our weaknesses too, eh? Well, the trainer says Bella is...lazy. Shucks. Our Bella? Actually, I'm not too surprised. Her mama is lazy. And I hear her daddy is too, so she got a double dose of lazy genes. We'll work on her. She is a thinker though! Laura says Bella thinks of things overnight and then does better the next day. That there is a smart horse, for sure.
Tomorrow is Monday.
Tuesday, August 16, 2011
Cowboying
I'm feeling that I'm going to be the mother of a cowboy. The real kind. This wouldn't have happened in California. In California, the only people I knew who had a horse were either well off and had gorgeous homes with expansive, well-kept property or people who kept a horse in a rented stable. When we went to meet a 4-H mom in Redlands once, I completely missed her mansion because I didn't know that was the house she lived in!
Bella has been in training and is doing well. It will be two months of training by the time she's done. Laura, the trainer, says Bella is smart. She is. Although she hurt her leg a week ago by kicking the fence and it swelled up. The swelling is gone now and she's walking fine, so training resumed this morning. All the hours our son has spent with Bella, with friends Anthony and Laurie, and others like Manny, our old ranger, have affected the direction of his life path. Every morning he's up early to go to training. I'm so joyful that his summer is not wasted.
Well. Laura's husband asked our son if he wants to do some cowboying. Actually, I'm not precisely sure what the definition of cowboying is but I think it might mean rounding up cattle - actual, real cattle. Anywho, son said yes. And Joe said, "If there's nothing else you learn about being a cowboy, at least you must learn that the best thing for the inside of a man is the outside of a horse." I like that. It's an old cowboy saying. I used to think cowboys were complete dorks but I've met many that I like here. Some are mean and some are gross, but a lot of them are good and interesting men.
We bought a used saddle for our son yesterday. Got it for $300. Tack is expensive. Tack means all the stuff you need to ride the horse. We still need a bit and reins and I don't know what else. But first Bella is learning to whoa on command with voice commands only and no reins or bit. I think it's a wonderful way to train a horse.
And Laura's brother has offered to train our son on how to shoe horses. Bella got her first set of shoes yesterday. It's called getting shod. Every time I hear it it sounds like getting shot. My pastor said he shot his horses and I wondered why he wasn't crying, but he didn't shoot 'em. He shod them.
Which reminds me. Crystal, a sweet dog up the street got run over yesterday. She followed her eight-year-old boy master around all the time and took care of him. She was sure a wonderful dog and we'll miss her around the neighborhood. But Crystal never stopped running in front of traffic. Finally, she got hit.
Bella has been in training and is doing well. It will be two months of training by the time she's done. Laura, the trainer, says Bella is smart. She is. Although she hurt her leg a week ago by kicking the fence and it swelled up. The swelling is gone now and she's walking fine, so training resumed this morning. All the hours our son has spent with Bella, with friends Anthony and Laurie, and others like Manny, our old ranger, have affected the direction of his life path. Every morning he's up early to go to training. I'm so joyful that his summer is not wasted.
Well. Laura's husband asked our son if he wants to do some cowboying. Actually, I'm not precisely sure what the definition of cowboying is but I think it might mean rounding up cattle - actual, real cattle. Anywho, son said yes. And Joe said, "If there's nothing else you learn about being a cowboy, at least you must learn that the best thing for the inside of a man is the outside of a horse." I like that. It's an old cowboy saying. I used to think cowboys were complete dorks but I've met many that I like here. Some are mean and some are gross, but a lot of them are good and interesting men.
We bought a used saddle for our son yesterday. Got it for $300. Tack is expensive. Tack means all the stuff you need to ride the horse. We still need a bit and reins and I don't know what else. But first Bella is learning to whoa on command with voice commands only and no reins or bit. I think it's a wonderful way to train a horse.
And Laura's brother has offered to train our son on how to shoe horses. Bella got her first set of shoes yesterday. It's called getting shod. Every time I hear it it sounds like getting shot. My pastor said he shot his horses and I wondered why he wasn't crying, but he didn't shoot 'em. He shod them.
Which reminds me. Crystal, a sweet dog up the street got run over yesterday. She followed her eight-year-old boy master around all the time and took care of him. She was sure a wonderful dog and we'll miss her around the neighborhood. But Crystal never stopped running in front of traffic. Finally, she got hit.
Monday, August 15, 2011
Email dog
I got this in my email, but it's at YouTube too. What a talent for putting in the words. It's a funny one. And this dog has the sweetest face, has he not.
Saturday, August 13, 2011
151 lbs
I have a friend and I'm thinking of asking her to church soon. I would be so happy if she would come. I told her I'd pray for her and she said okay and asked for more prayer. I can do that. For sure!
Little Petey is doing well. He had two visitors yesterday. The man we bought him from came and looked at him and the 4-H coordinator for the county dropped by and weighed him on a big portable scale. Petey weighs 151 pounds. The other day I got home from Zumba and called him and he ran to me! So sweet. Then he plopped down and rolled to his side for me to rub his tummy. When he lays on his side his four feet stick straight out into the air. He has a nice smooth tummy. He's got kind of a lot of nipples though. Twelve of 'em. And he's a guy.
Zumba was good. Only five people. It's so, so dang hot. I wonder if classes will grow when school starts and/or when the weather cools down. During the week I had only eight or nine each night. I'm doing a new routine next week with the song "La Loca" by Shakira. It has one instance of "Oh God" in it that I wish I could edit out. A guy online said he would but he hasn't. I don't know if he's gonna do it for me or not.
Bella hurt her leg. The swelling has decreased tremendously and it looks like she can restart her training on maybe Tuesday. We sure miss having her in the front yard. The other day I was walking through the yard to the pig pen thinking, I can't believe I'm here, I can't believe I'm here. Our son is learning to be a horseman and I'm going to pet the pig. I'm living in the desert in a little cracker box house, and we are content. Then I noticed some trash on the ground. The wind blows and I'm forever picking up bits of garbage off the ground. How long will we live here and where will we go next? I have no idea. I know I don't want to move this furniture anywhere ever again. That's fer sure.
Son got fine compliments from the woman who is the horse trainer. She's had an extremely good effect on him: on his life and self-worth. I rather dislike the whole "self-esteem" thing so I say "self-worth." I suppose 'worth' has more to do with quality and 'esteem' has more to do with opinion. He's so unlike me. He doesn't sleep late. He showers and goes to bed by 10 or 11pm to get up early for work. He's earned at least $500 this summer. All on his own. Apparently word spreads. He was asked to help pick-up a load of hay and earned another $25 yesterday.
I think I'll watch my new Zumba DVD that came in the mail today. Hope they have a super routine I like. I also ordered a new Bible for myself. I ordered the Archaeological Study Bible (NIV). I don't have an NIV Bible. I have King James and Amplified in one. I got my name on my new Bible too. There's no tracking though. I wonder if they mailed the book at rate shipping or what. I wish it would hurry up and get here. A lot of customers mentioned it's too large to be carried around much, but if I like it I'm gonna lug it around no matter how big it is.
Little Petey is doing well. He had two visitors yesterday. The man we bought him from came and looked at him and the 4-H coordinator for the county dropped by and weighed him on a big portable scale. Petey weighs 151 pounds. The other day I got home from Zumba and called him and he ran to me! So sweet. Then he plopped down and rolled to his side for me to rub his tummy. When he lays on his side his four feet stick straight out into the air. He has a nice smooth tummy. He's got kind of a lot of nipples though. Twelve of 'em. And he's a guy.
Zumba was good. Only five people. It's so, so dang hot. I wonder if classes will grow when school starts and/or when the weather cools down. During the week I had only eight or nine each night. I'm doing a new routine next week with the song "La Loca" by Shakira. It has one instance of "Oh God" in it that I wish I could edit out. A guy online said he would but he hasn't. I don't know if he's gonna do it for me or not.
Bella hurt her leg. The swelling has decreased tremendously and it looks like she can restart her training on maybe Tuesday. We sure miss having her in the front yard. The other day I was walking through the yard to the pig pen thinking, I can't believe I'm here, I can't believe I'm here. Our son is learning to be a horseman and I'm going to pet the pig. I'm living in the desert in a little cracker box house, and we are content. Then I noticed some trash on the ground. The wind blows and I'm forever picking up bits of garbage off the ground. How long will we live here and where will we go next? I have no idea. I know I don't want to move this furniture anywhere ever again. That's fer sure.
Son got fine compliments from the woman who is the horse trainer. She's had an extremely good effect on him: on his life and self-worth. I rather dislike the whole "self-esteem" thing so I say "self-worth." I suppose 'worth' has more to do with quality and 'esteem' has more to do with opinion. He's so unlike me. He doesn't sleep late. He showers and goes to bed by 10 or 11pm to get up early for work. He's earned at least $500 this summer. All on his own. Apparently word spreads. He was asked to help pick-up a load of hay and earned another $25 yesterday.
I think I'll watch my new Zumba DVD that came in the mail today. Hope they have a super routine I like. I also ordered a new Bible for myself. I ordered the Archaeological Study Bible (NIV). I don't have an NIV Bible. I have King James and Amplified in one. I got my name on my new Bible too. There's no tracking though. I wonder if they mailed the book at rate shipping or what. I wish it would hurry up and get here. A lot of customers mentioned it's too large to be carried around much, but if I like it I'm gonna lug it around no matter how big it is.
Monday, August 08, 2011
I should have posted last night because I now I have two big thoughts and it would have been better to post one at a time.
My first one is about how I got an epiphany. A pastor I pray for went to Las Vegas. There are so many wonderful places to go for a vacation that I cannot understand him choosing Vegas to celebrate his birthday. It has a nickname: Sin City. I'm sure, surely, he partook of only wholesome activities while there with his wife, but as the shepherd of a flock why not simply avoid even the appearance of evil. There are 50 states to visit. So many wonderful destinations. To make a long story short, I realized I was becoming judgmental. So I'm convicted not to go to Las Vegas, but not everyone is. Apparently, he is one who is not.
Then the Lord brought to the forefront of my mind the fact that I went to play bingo last week and had a fun time. Dang. And what is it Jesus said? "How is it you see the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye, but not the plank in your own?" Haha! So, number one, I decided not to go back to play bingo. I shared my decision about it with a few persons who shall remain unnamed. One said, good decision. The other two thought I was a dork. Those words may not express their opinions justly, but it's how I felt. One person said I'm too conservative and the other simply thought it unnecessary to quit bingo. I could give a pile of reasons why I'm not going, but my best one is...if Jesus makes his return and I'm at the American Legion building playing bingo will I feel good about that? Not too verily, say I.
I want my whole life to be an offering to God, not just Sunday mornings when my bum is warming the church pew and I'm singing and taking notes. We don't really have pews, we have chairs, but anyhoo.
I have to go to bed now. Mayela Skyped me. We're going Bible shopping tomorrow! I'm gonna take a look at the new Archaeological Study Bible while we're at the Christian bookstore.
My first one is about how I got an epiphany. A pastor I pray for went to Las Vegas. There are so many wonderful places to go for a vacation that I cannot understand him choosing Vegas to celebrate his birthday. It has a nickname: Sin City. I'm sure, surely, he partook of only wholesome activities while there with his wife, but as the shepherd of a flock why not simply avoid even the appearance of evil. There are 50 states to visit. So many wonderful destinations. To make a long story short, I realized I was becoming judgmental. So I'm convicted not to go to Las Vegas, but not everyone is. Apparently, he is one who is not.
Then the Lord brought to the forefront of my mind the fact that I went to play bingo last week and had a fun time. Dang. And what is it Jesus said? "How is it you see the speck of sawdust in your brother's eye, but not the plank in your own?" Haha! So, number one, I decided not to go back to play bingo. I shared my decision about it with a few persons who shall remain unnamed. One said, good decision. The other two thought I was a dork. Those words may not express their opinions justly, but it's how I felt. One person said I'm too conservative and the other simply thought it unnecessary to quit bingo. I could give a pile of reasons why I'm not going, but my best one is...if Jesus makes his return and I'm at the American Legion building playing bingo will I feel good about that? Not too verily, say I.
I want my whole life to be an offering to God, not just Sunday mornings when my bum is warming the church pew and I'm singing and taking notes. We don't really have pews, we have chairs, but anyhoo.
I have to go to bed now. Mayela Skyped me. We're going Bible shopping tomorrow! I'm gonna take a look at the new Archaeological Study Bible while we're at the Christian bookstore.
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