First Post of the Week

I am officially a walking zombie. I've gotten very little sleep this week due to cows, horses, husbands, dogs, and Kris Allens. Let me explain...

Last time I posted was Saturday night. We left Paris and headed back to Talihina for the jackpot Sunday. We arrived around 2 a.m. and sleeping in a horse trailer with three snoring men and a dog on a couch bed was horrible. Needless to say I got very little rest. Sunday I sat in the rain all day in a rain suit under an umbrella. It rained so hard that I had to pull the umbrella down as close to my chair as I could to keep from getting wet. It was a really huge umbrella and all that was exposed were my shins. I was just an umbrella with legs. I probably looked ridiculous to everyone in the arena but I stayed dry!

They still steer wrestled in the rain and as luck would have it, Sean was up to ride right as the bottom dropped out of the clouds. Sean's foot slipped out of the stirrup because it was so wet and he hit himself in the ribs with the steers horn. This kind of thing happens all the time, Sean has scrapes and scars all down his right side due to steer horns, but for some reason the steer hit Sean just in the right spot and separated some ribs. Sean went ahead and threw his steer and then the next two, but by that time he was doped up on pain killers so he really didn't know the difference. He finished 6th out of 60 in the average so not too bad. We almost broke even.

One of the girls I was sitting with at the jackpot said to me, "Oh well he's gonna milk that for awhile, You're gonna have to cater to him until it's healed." Well let me just tell you Sean is the Exact opposite of this, which can be even worse! He is rarely ever in pain so when he says he's hurting, then he's hurting. He will not take medicine unless it's forced down his throat, and he will not stop and rest. I really feel like as his wife I should take care of him, but he won't let me and I just end up feeling bad and getting frustrated and he stays in pain.



Thank goodness he decided not to go to the jackpot on Monday, so we drove home Sunday night and arrived at home around 2 am. Monday morning I got up early and drove to Nashville to get Birdie her monthly puppy shots from my uncle the Vet. Erin and Kinley were in town so I got to visit and eat dinner with them.

Mom and I took the Chocolate Children down to our pasture pond to swim for a little while. Our pond was once very small and it is fed by a natural spring. There is a small concrete well that is probably 100 years old that the spring runs out of. There used to be an old house place there and every spring you can see the outline of the house and walk way because the jonquils that they planted around the house still grow in a pattern. When we bought the land we had to tear down the house because the roof had fallen in and the floors were rotted out.

About 10 years ago dad bulldozed down the levy and flooded the ravine behind the pond making it a couple acres big and about 30 feet deep! It's a beautiful pond with tons of fish and very clean, very clear water due to the natural spring that keeps it fed. When fishing from the bank you can actually watch the fish follow and swallow your bait! Anyway I tell you all that to tell you about the strange alien like creatures that mom and I discovered. At first we thought they were frog eggs, then fish eggs, then as we walked along the bank we realized there were thousands of these jelly like balls of all sizes resting on the bottom of the pond and they probably weren't eggs of any kind. Dad pulled up and pulled one out of the water to examine it. It was firm but still jelly like. The inside was clear as ice and tore apart very easily. After looking it up on the Internet we discovered they were called Bryozoans. They are colonies of tiny colonial animals called zoids and appear as gelatinous globs up to the size of a football. They filter water for their food and live on Algae and other microscopic organisms. They are a sign of a healthy pond environment. They are harmless and Crappie and Bream feed on them. So we have thousands of these in our pond and we've never had them before. It must have something do to with all the rain.

So Monday night I didn't get back home from Mom and Dad's until midnight because I stayed to watch Kris Allen on Larry King Live. Tuesday night I traveled to Ft. Smith because Sean and his brother Jason were in a Rodeo there. We didn't go to bed Tuesday night until around 3 then woke up at 8 to run the second steer. Sean didn't do to hot because he was in pain and on his second steer he hit is ribs again and hurt himself even worse. He's officially on Jenna's injured list and cannot rodeo until he is healed.

Last night I didn't go to bed until after Jimmy Fallon because Kris Allen was on. Kris was amazing!! I also had to wake up around 5 am to clean up a dog accident. I awoke from a deep sleep to hear Banjo crying and pawing at the door but I was so out of it I didn't realize what was happening. A few minutes later I smelled what was happening. I felt so bad for him. He really tried to hold it too. So I awoke from my sleep and cleaned the floor and went back to sleep for an hour and am now a walking zombie.

I can't hold my eyes open to type anymore. I'm going to turn my big chair around and pretend to look out the window and sleep. Not really but I wish! Gonna go get some caffeine!