Couponing

My dear friend Bethany stayed up late last Monday night to teach me the art of "couponing." I was lost at first, but after her patient lesson, I went out the next day and to my surprise, I saved big bucks on things our family will actually use. So here is a little post & pics of my Albertson's adventure. I got all this for $22.24!

So here it is ya'll....a new personal record, and about time too! I'm having a blast learning on this awesome horse. He's helping me ride not-so-English, and I'm learning to loosen up and just have fun with it! Way, way, way too much fun!!!

Poles

The first night I tried this, I about gave up. After a bit of practice, albeit speed, I time only-ed him and needless to say,
SHINER ROCKS!

And another thing

This video shows that even though she makes lot of mistakes, Macady keeps going, learning & smiling. There's still has a lot of room for growth :) but she is getting better. Hopefully by rodeo season, she'll pocket her turns and add a little speed. Until then, she's just having a blast with Shiner!
(And a little $$$ incentive doesn't hurt)

Past Blogs

So I was looking at my Myspace page and decided to post some of my past blogs on here, because it's late, and I can't sleep...as usual. Enjoy learning a little more about me, as if I wasn't weird enough already.

Nine and Twenties

Friday, October 10, 2008
5:40 a.m.

Current mood: not-so-peachy This is the last day of my twenties and I don't think it could have gone much worse. I thought I'd have more to say about it. Here's to tomorrow.

Ode to the Chicken People

Monday, September 15, 2008
8:35 p.m.

Current mood: content Category: Blogging I am a chicken person. Yes, there is a select group of people who own and love their chickens. and I don't mean with a side of fries... I mean we love our chickens! They are our pets. They have names, personalities, likes/dislikes and favorite foods. Our chickens follow us around our backyards/farms/stables like little dogs, they come when called, they talk to us. After losing all my "Ladies" so horribly in July last year, I grieved, yes, grieved people......for my loss. I was the last person who should have found them the way I did, I knew as I walked towards the coop in the pitch black that they were lost to me and I have refused to walk back to the coop ever since. Yet I still start toward my backdoor, crumbs in hand to throw, before remembering they aren't there. I even ask my husband, albeit infrequently, if he heard Booster the Rooster crowing....so call me haunted. Even at the Fair last week, I bit back tears as I walked through the chicken pens with Macady. (I'd luckily avoided these every other day I was there.) So when my friend called me the other day to ask if I could re-home some hens, what else could I say? Scott cleaned out the coop, I filled the old watering unit, thinking of feed, water heaters, the scraps that will not go to waste again... My little coop is in full swing and soon I'll have fresh, brown, speckly, warm, beautiful eggs to gather, a crowing rooster and little ladies who cluck and talk in their own little way. I am a chicken lady, and a happy one at that.