Before I get started, I just have to say bah-humbug. It's my blog and I need to vent.
I am not able to participate in Christmas this year, at least not the way I wanted my first married Christmas to be, with a tree and decorations and baking and cooking and coziness by the fire. My brother is still squatting in my house, and his shit in the garage has blocked the access to the attic. What was supposed to be a short stay when he found himself without a home in April has turned into me spending all the money I have just to get him in a place to be able to share a house somewhere else. So no presents for basically anyone this year. No firepit in the backyard. No Christmas trip with my man. My candles for the windows are in the attic, as are the ribbons and bows used to make my wreath every year. It's the first year since 1993 I haven't had my little tree on my desk, because I can't get to it. No show in January because I spent my show money putting him in a position that he would not be arrested for not having a valid drivers license once he's out of my house. Adding insult to injury, the renter at my other house bailed on me in October, not paying rent and leaving a hell of a mess, and I'm having to spend all my spare time cleaning, painting and getting rid of all her crap. And no, I will not rent it to my brother. If he can't be bothered to pay me anything for crashing at my house for 8 months, I cannot trust him to actually pay me rent, and I need the money. I would sell the house, but there is no real market for an 888 square foot patio home. And while I'm thinking about it, can anyone explain why everything in the world is due in December? Property taxes, insurance, USEA fees, condo dues, car registrations, etc? Ok, rant over. Yes, I feel moderately better.
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I have no content, since I haven't ridden in, oh, 3 weeks or something, other than a hack after working the start on cross country at the trials last weekend. But I have some pictures.
Like this one, which shows what happens when the black tornado known as Rory gets a hold of your boots.
And of course the offending puppy. Can't be angry, he's too cute. And now they have more character.
Flowers from my now husband received for my birthday. So cheery!
The strange color change that showed up on Violet's shoulders (equal on both sides) when she was first clipped. We think maybe the dressage saddle is the culprit? Changed that up and now they seem to be fading.
The best way to do evening chores..
A shot of Violet's home. She's so very lucky! That's her waaay out there in the blue and red sheet.
Heading to the farm to do chores tomorrow, since Marcy had her (please god) LAST surgery on her clavicle. I'll hopefully get in a lesson between helping in the barn and lunging a bunch of ponies. It's going to be cold (38?) here, but only like for a day and a half.
