Bleck

Tired, grumpy, tired a bit more, worn down, amazingly not sick (yet), getting pale again from being inside all the damn time.

Let's see if my sister has any cool pics on her laptop, shall we?




Okay, good portfolio shots.

Anyhow, yeah. Mike's sister, Melissa, is visiting. She's awesome and very laid back and sweet, but it's always a bit stressful to have house guests. Plus, Organic Chem is at its peak, my sister is visiting from Tasmania (hence her laptop being here), and I just want to go outside and do something active but my brain is too weary to properly coordinate my limbs!

From My Phone:

The one I love.

The place I always want to be come Summer.

The thing I miss most from May through October.

"Lolrado" Weather= rain pouring down from clear blue skies.

Kitty Heaven, Fruit Hats

Soooo Happy!!! Chin Rubs Rock!!

Isn't he just the cutest little wrinkly rat creature ever???

And, same dress different day... The awesome "wig" I found the day I had my head shaved.

My Day, In Photos (okay, and words)

I woke up and checked my e-mail while Mike was still sleeping. Mr. Mewton sat on my lap and watched Neighbor Kitty out our sliding glass door.


When Mike woke up, Mr. Mewton decided to give his lap a try. Mike re-heated some Mexican food from last night and we watched Angel.

Mr.Mewton was very playful; here he is gnawing on my thumb while I attempted to eat.

The babies are doing better! Apparently the bay is now named Second Chance and the white-faced one is Apache Spirit. They're excited that Elysa's carrying over some fresh hay.

I pulled out Kahlua and we worked for a while under saddle, then cooled off in hand. Here I said "stay" and she froze with her front leg mid-stride and held it there until I told her to move again- good girl! The ground work is clearly going well!

A thunderstorm rolled in as we were riding, but the rain didn't start until the moment I latched her gate at the end. Good timing!

I fed Asia, the barn cat, in the being re-built feed room

This barn used to be a coach stop, and they defended themselves from Indian and bandit attacks by shooting out of these holes. The stone walls are a good foot thick, and are the only part of the barn that hasn't had to be replaced.

After a quick shower, Mike and I drove an hour North to my aunt and uncle's new farm. They moved in last week, so this was the welcome BBQ. Here my dad enjoys his beer on the porch.

The males all gathered in the "entertainment room" to discuss the new electronics.

My cousin Kiersten has her own apartment in the basement, complete with a fridge adapted to have an easy-access beer and chocolate milk door!

The skies cleared up as we headed home, giving us this great view of Boulder.

Further South, we drive past Eldorado Canyon, through Boulder's green belt.

Mr. Mewton crawled out from under his down comforter as we walked in...

...and the day ends as it began, with the cat on my lap as I tried to work at the computer.

Thunder Storm Suckage

I'm grumpy, bored, and want to play with the ponies after a day off yesterday, but we're having some big-time lightning. Thunderstorms are pretty much the only weather that keeps me away from the barn; lightning strikes are too common here to not take seriously. Something about the altitude? Plus, it makes all the horses nuts and no one else is on the property this evening so it's not a great plan to go out alone and try to get some work done with horses with issues. Crap.

Mike's grumpy, the cat won't play, Mike's being grumpy in the office so I can't play violin, my plants don't need any more attention, calculus makes me want to cry, and I want to bitch about it all so that's why I blog to nobody. Fuck it all. Goddamn it.

Also, the awesome professor who is offering an interview for an internship wants to meet while I'm in lab, and is apparently only available to meet at times I am in lab. Guess that means THAT isn't going to pan out so well after all. Fuck.

Amigo, and Kahlua's Adoption

Yesterday, I had the immense pleasure of working with Amigo, our one and only "child-safe" rescue horse. I'd heard nice things about him, but frankly had not been all that convinced about his manners due to the ugly ugly faces he makes at mares and how pushy he can get during feeding. In spite of the fact that Kahlua won't walk by his pen if he's anywhere near the fence line, the barn manager suggested that we use him as the babysitter for her first trail ride.

Kahlua's adoption is almost finalized, and her new mother, Cassandra, has been meeting with me every day for the past week. The barn manager recommended that I evaluate her riding (part of adoption policy for rideable horses) and after that first session, Cassandra decided that she wanted a few "lessons" with me before finalizing the adoption. Normally, I would have said no way! I'm not a trainer and I don't pretend to know enough to be one! Still, Kahlua isn't a normal horse and I have been able to make some huge strides with her thanks to having trained a similar horse of my own before, and I feel good sharing what works and what doesn't with her new owner. Monday night we had a great break through with Cassandra getting Kahlua to bend both directions and pick up the correct lead on a circle, and I'm thrilled that they are getting along so well!

Anyhow, Cassandra would like to, eventually, take Kahlua on some trail rides. Kahlua gets very nervous outside the arena. So this is where Amigo comes in.

As Cassandra warmed up Kahlua in the arena, I pulled Amigo out of his pen and went to tack up. He was so excited to get out, and very vocal about it! We have a no-tie policy, so we don't have a hitching rail. Amigo is thus tied to the fence (NOT the gate) in the below picture because he actually does know how to stand tied! Hoorah!

He loved getting brushed off, picked up his feet easily and held them up with no weight in my hands. He got excited and knocked over a trash can that I thought was out of reach, but did not spook at all! He stood quietly while I put the saddle etc on, and lowered his head to take the bit. Somewhere in his past life someone took a lot of time with this horse!

Under saddle, he was a total winner! He stood at the mounting block and waited there until I cued him forward, and went into a nice Western frame before I'd even touched the reins! In a 4H or local open show, I'm confident that Amigo would win any pleasure class you put him in, with just about any intermediate rider! Cutest jog I've ever seen! On the trail (well, in the hayfield) he walked right next to Kahlua and stayed calm even as she started to get antsy. I "lost" a stirrup and shifted my weight funny a few times and he instantly shifted his own body to get me back in the correct position :-) Total babysitter, but also capable of more advanced work if you ask for it!

Everyone, we need to get this boy adopted! Details here on most of our adoptable horses (I must admit, it's a random selection... clearly the website needs to be updated more often!).

Mustangs as of Tuesday, Mr. Mewton

Kitty enjoying some cuddle time

One week after arriving, the babies check out the board president as she cleans out their hay trough. If they look skinnier, it's because their worm bellies have gone down and they're starting to lose some of that fuzz, not because they're losing weight! Looking at their legs and backs, you can see the beginnings of putting weight on. The little white-faced colt is standing more comfortably and even showed off a tiny maybe buck when one of the dogs walked by! He's getting brave, too- I was chatting, leaning against the fence, and he came and sniffed my arm a few times, even mouthing it once!

The bay colt is still too shy to let anyone touch him and is very aware of his space. Where the white-faced guy will lightly rub against into people in his pen, the bay has his eye on you at all times. His skin is in worse shape, too, as you can see here from where he's rubbed the hair off the side of his face. They both are in desperate need of a medicated shampoo bath, but the vet's orders are to wait to handle them at all until they're put a bit more weight on. As they shed, it's getting clearer just how skeletal and weak they really are!

Vet also re-evaluated ages: The White-faced colt is 3-4 months old, and the bay is 9-12 months old. That's more the ages we were expecting, and it feels like we've been given back those many months before they "should" be able to do basic things. Not that we're expecting them to know the things a domestic handled-from-birth foal might be able to do at their ages, but by the time they're 2 we can have them handled enough to do the basics.