Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!

Last night I slept on the couch because my dog brought in ticks on her fur; they got in my sheets, my bed, my blankets, and all over me. I have big red bumps on me now. Anyways, I slept on our couch next to our huge windows, and it started raining in sheets at about 1:00am. So that woke me up but I was very happy because it meant our 'drought' was over. We haven't had near enough snow this year and so everything was dry and brittle. After it rained for a while (I don't know exactly how long it rained because I fell asleep) the temperature dropped and the glorious rain turned to cold, wet snow. I woke up to four inches of very heavy, very wet snow. Jinx, the big idiot of a horse that he sometimes is, refused to go in his stall; when I went out to feed him at 8:30am he had been rained on, and then the rain froze to a sheet of ice, and then he was snowed on. So he was shaking like a leaf! I had to catch him, brush off the water, dry him, put his blanket on, and then put his feed in his trough. I went back out about an hour later and he was still shaking but not near as bad. He was much warmer. I caught a cold.

Tired and sick,
DysLexy

Jinx

Today I rode Jinx on the road, even though it was windy, and he did very well. He was pretty barn sour; he kept doing a pivot on his hind legs and racing towards home. I turned him in a few circles, and then he did alright. He's really very good at pivoting, but he won't do it on command. I keep saying to myself, 'One of these days you'll get him to do it for you!' but I wonder if I ever will. He is so stubborn; yesterday I had to chase him for an hour, and I still didn't catch him! He was really just a jerk. But today he did much better, and I was proud of him. I took him all the way to our church's parking lot. He wasn't too happy about that, but like I said, my big Jinx man did okay.

DysLexy

Sadness

Have you ever experienced horrible, aching, shooting sadness? It's like someone ripped a chunk of my heart out.

Starflower's "kittens" were born today. Or, little blobs that were supposed to be kittens were born today. Not one that we can find was alive. It ate my heart, all day long. I cried, I yelled, I just sat. It hurts. It really, truly, physically hurts. I wonder if cats feel sadness, or if they just don't really feel emotion in general.

I can find nothing else to say; tears are burning my eyes and my vision is blurry. Goodnight.

Heartbroken,
DysLexy

Me and my friend...

Me and my friend Grace hung out today, all afternoon. We talked, we worked with Jinx a little, we found out that Spike is a she, and she is going to have kittens very soon! And Grace was there through all of it. She made me realize just how lucky I am to have a friend like her. They are rare, and hard to keep. God must really think well of me to send me Grace for a best friend! We played her Scrabble Flash game, we made duct-tape flowers... we did so many things, I don't really even remember them all. She was here for hours, and all the stuff we could have done wasn't done! She listens too, so well. I hope that I am a worthy friend.
I think we may re-name Spike Starflower, because then we'll have Starflower and Moonflower, the sisters! Wouldn't that be cool? But she is about ready to explode! Her tummy just about drags on the ground; we tried to put her in a little rabbit hutch, but she escaped. Which was my fault... LOL
Jinx was a real pain today. Grace brought three of her cones over with her and I practiced the barrel pattern, but he took the turns too wide and he got all jittery... so I didn't work him very long. But after a while he settled down a little. He was kind of sweaty, and then he rubbed on me, so I got all stinky LOL!
 Well, it's bedtime so I have to go!

DysLexy

Plans

"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future."        -Jeremiah 29:11, NIV

Notice the period at the end of the sentence. He does have plans for us; for all of us. It doesn't matter if we're gay, or if we're Catholics, or even Atheists. He has plans for all of us. Whether we follow them or not, well, that's our choice.

I live in a rather complicated family. I have five birth siblings and three in-law siblings. All of which are my Aunt-sters (Aunt sisters) and my Unc-ers. (Uncle brothers) I was born from my birth mother when she was just 17, and my birth father, whom I have never met and never care to meet, left when she was only 5 months pregnant. I was born, and Birth Mom had no idea how to take care of me. So my biological grandparents legally adopted me. They are my parents now. I see Birth Mom at least once a week, usually more. She had my little sister, who has not seen her birth father in five of her eight years. Birth Mom is now married and expecting a boy! She is happy, I am happy, Sister is happy, Husband is happy. Everyone around is happy! And God did that. It was all part of his divine plan for my life. And then, he gave me Jinx! Whom, by the way, is my amazing but idiotically stubborn 14.2 Paso Fino QH cross.

I prayed for so long to get a horse. And, last year, I actually did. He is wonderful. Most of the time... He rears, he bites, he makes me chase him for hours when I want to catch him... but I love him. What have I gotten myself into?

Anyways! Back to plans. God has a divine plan for me. He knows more about me that I know about myself. He sent His son, His son, to die for me! Dirty, horse smelling, ratty old me! Because I am a sinner. And the only way for me to ever be with Him, was for His son to die a horrible death, hanging on a cross, nailed to it by His hands and feet. I am forever asking myself why. And I probably won't ever know, at least not until I'm in heaven with the Lord. But His plan is exceptional. Better thought out than any other plan in the universe. He knows exactly what I should do, when I should do it, and He tells me.

Forever listening,
DysLexy