New Years Resolutions: Late I know

I know, I know late to the game. It wouldn't be from me if it wasn't late. Maybe I should that to my resolutions.

#1 I am going to try to be on time more. Seriously, don't laugh. I am going to try to schedule things and stick      to the time I schedule.

#2 Lose weight. I type that with sweet tea in one hand, so I might fail before I begin.

#3 Blog more. Again don't laugh. I really want to do better at this.

#4 Ride more. Work has really inhibited my riding and I miss my horses.

#5 Make more time for friends and relationships. We don't have forever here so we need to enjoy the loved      ones we have while we are here. I allow myself to get to busy.

#6 Spend more Sundays doing nothing with my husband.

#7 Actually landscape this place!

#8 Build up our savings.

#9 Build my It Works! team! 2014 is my year. I am determined!

#10 Have a baby... maybe?

#11 Mend broken bridges and get closure about some things. (Dreading this one)

#12 Drink more water. Sweet tea runs through my veins y'all.

#13 Wear something other than yoga pants to work. It is so hard when you own the place and really have no        one to impress. I am going to dress cute for myself though!

#14 Read a book a month. I miss reading. Maybe a book club will help :)

Now let's see if I can stick to any of these.

Brantley goes to Hearts and Flowers

As stressful as the holidays can be, the little traditions make it worth while. Every year we go to a little primitive decor store called Hearts and Flowers. We pick up Christmas decor and we each get an ornament.

We used to pack a picnic and go on a girls trip with our neighbors for a girl trip. They moved away and we decided to make it a family trip and the boys got to go. Sorry, Anne but you ditched! Come back!!

This year was baby Brantley's first trip. We decided to take a girl's day. I drove to mama's house and fed Brantley his bottle while everyone got ready. Then we were off!

We shopped and snacked on holiday cookies. We chatted with the owner's and shared that Brantley is the fifth generation to take part in the Hearts and Flowers tradition. They were thrilled! We picked out candles (my favorite is Cornbread and Honey) decor and ornanments and said our goodbyes promising to be back with all of the guys soon. We stopped on the bridge for a quick picture and then by the sign. Tradition!

On the way home we hit a few antique stores. I was a total nephew hog but hey, Anna gets to see him every day.We stopped at a little cafe on the way home and I didn't want the day to end. I cant wait to introduce him to more traditions, There is something so special about sharing them with the little ones.

Bye bye Bear

This one is going to be hard.

This is my therapy so here goes...

Yesterday, my dog of 17 years crossed the rainbow bridge.

No pictures... I cant bring myself to dig them out right now.

Bear-Bear,
It's been a whirlwind life and you have been there for 17 years. Wow. We brought you home 2 weeks before Christmas. You weighed 8 ounces. Being a black long haired chihuahua,  you looked like a tiny bear cub. We called you our baby bear.

That first night you were missing your mommy and litter mates so I slept in the living room floor with you wrapped up in a quilt. If we hummed Silent Night it soothed you. I perfected that song over the next few weeks until you were used to us.

After the timid phase was over, your feisty side showed. Your nickname was killer, because of your vicious growl. You were 5 pounds of crazy.  You went camping with us, to the farm and even a horse show or two. We dressed you up and snuggled you like a baby.

You refused to be house trained and favored Sara's belongings.  You guys were never friends. You outlived 3 other rescue dogs. You preferred exploring outdoors even though you were tiny.  You were never a yappy chihuahua and you were very brave.

As you grew older my respect for you grew. I watched you lose your vision and most of your hearing. I prayed for you to go peacefully and you did, after your morning outing and during your nap. I love you little man. Go rest with Link. I will see you later. Be ready for snuggles and my awful singing voice.

Love you,
Sissy mal

I bought the truck and I am still married!

So two days ago we were arguing because my dear husband couldn't help me make a decision about the truck. Today, I went to the credit union and signed the papers and bought it! I decided our regular bank could take a hike. This girl knows what she needs.

 Guess who is singing my praises. That's right, the Mister. Apparently, he didn't want to make the call but is VERY happy with my choice. Win. I also may have had a melt down about not having any support. He agrees to help more. We shall see.

Any who, the truck has already performed a horse task and made a trip to the feed store for shavings and grain. I felt like a real horse person again. Bonus points the back is huge and the puppies love it!

How the hell am I married?

I haven't been to this space in forever. FOREVER. Here lately it's only when I need to let my mind GO!

Let me just warn you... I have nothing nice to say today. Just questions. How the hell am I married? Why is he so afraid of decisions? Why am I the grown up in this relationship?

Why all the questions?

Because I thought I would be an amazing wife and purchase the hubs a truck for Christmas. We share a vehicle and it is HELL. I hate waking up early to drive him to work when I don't have too and I hate borrowing my company vehicle to get hay and horse supplies. It is ridiculous. We need a second vehicle and we need a cheap one. We are just using it for horse supplies and our 6 mile trip to work which he only has to make like 3 or 4 times a week.

So I went on a quest and found the perfect truck. A 2006 Dodge 2500. It was clean and in good shape and would haul horses or hay or whatever.

Problem is the bank says it has to have under 90000 miles. That is impossible to find in the state of Georgia for under a decent price.  My answer was okay we find another bank or another truck. The hubs answer... Let's give up and continue sharing a vehicle and borrowing one for the horses. Every option I give him, he says whatever you want. He won't help me at all.

How did he commit to me if he can't commit to buying a truck? How the hell has he made it this far in life when he can't make a single decision? Why are men 12?

I think I am just putting the damn thing in my name and he can take the car.

Amicalola Falls

Hello lovelies,
We are on vacation this week and have decides to just explore our gorgeous state again. We went to the farm and clayton and Dillard Georgia but those posts come later. Right now, you guys get to here me whine.

We went to Amicalola falls. It's a gorgeous waterfall in north Georgia. I want to get in shape and I wanted a park where I could take the dogs. The park fit the criteria and I hadn't been there since I was like 5. If 5 year old Mallory can make it up the mountain and the 604 stairs to the top then surely 25 year old Mallory would have no issue right?

Wrong. First the dogs haven't really been in public around other dogs since we bought the mini horse farm. There is no reason to go to dog parks when they have acres to run on here. That is changing this week. They wanted to play with every dog they met.

We found a quiet wooded area away from everyone else and had a picnic. Riley was an angel. Duh, he is my dog.  Lacey barked at everybody that passed. Apparently she had claimed the woods as her own. Brat.
After our picnic we started our hike. Bad idea. About half way up, after being pulled up the mountain by a very excited pit/lab at a very fast rate, I started feeling nauseated. Don't run up a mountain with a very wild pup after eating.  I was pretty sure everyone on the trail was about to witness a very ugly post lunch moment.

We found a bench and I sat there for 20 minutes trying to calm the jerk down.  I was silently cursing 5 year old Mallory for making this trail look so easy. We started up the stairs again and Riley panicked a little because he could see through the stairs. It slowed him down a bit, but now I was ready to run. When we got to the top it was worth it. The views were breathtaking. 

 

I did learn I need to work out more. I also learned the dogs need to get out more and that kids have way more energy than I ever will.  Maybe next time when we go back I will be in better shape and can enjoy it more.

Count down to vacation ... 4 days!!!!

It is feeling like fall here in Georgia.  Gorgeous 70 degree weather, brisk air, leaves falling. It is my favorite time of the year.  This is the time of the year hubs decided he had fallen for me. 9 years ago next Wednesday! We were babies. I was a baby hoe, but whatevs.

This vacation is much needed.  We are visiting the family farm, which my parents put on the market. If you have read this blog for any amount of time you know its the house that built me. If your new, you can read about the magical place in the archives. My heart hurts. I pray no one wants it but just in case this is a good bye trip.

We had plans on also visiting some parks in the area but the goverment put a stop to that with their little shut down game. Whatever that means more time in the saddle for me. I will ride instead of staring at battle fields.

I might actually have time to blog! Who knows,