Saturday, July 30, 2011

What? Huh?

(The Choctaws have changed a policy and I now have to see a psychiatrist before I can have my Zoloft. I need to blog the whole trying to get an appointment episode, but it exhausts me!)Now on to the blogpost:

What does it mean if you go see a "shrink" and she spends the entire time telling you about her life, her divorce, her ex, her struggle as a single parent going back to school and then says its nice to meet you, I'll refill your Rx and call if you need anything????

Do I bill her by the hour?

Priorities

The other day I got up and drove 70 miles one way to pick up vitamin supplements for a horse. (I take Wal-Mart generic)

Chris says I have to add that it was for Masen's horse and NOT his.

Memories


My Dad turned 70 yrs old this spring. It is something that doesn't seem possible to me. In my mind, my parents are still in their 40's and I am still, well, young-ER. But the truth is, we are all moving on. So, when my husband suggested a hunting trip with Dillon and my Dad, I was excited. (OK, so part of the excitement was that it was only for the three of them! HA) I wanted Dillon to have wonderful memories of his PaPa. I wanted him to have something he could share with just the men. Turns out it was a fantastic trip. They loved every second of it. I am not sure who had the best time, all of them had stories they continue to tell anyone who will listen. They plan to do it again. (Special thanks to Texas Hunt Lodge)

Chris took this picture. It is one of my favorites. Dillon and PaPa sitting on a porch swing, in the shade, on a dock, fishing. Ideal.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Hauling Hay


Hog!


Chris, Dillon, and Dad went on a trip. This is what they did for fun.

Summertime

Why Homeland Security Is Looking For Us

While getting ready for our mini vacation in Texas:
Dillon: Mom are we going to look like terrorists again?
Me: What?
Dillon: That's what you said.
Me: Son I don't think I've ever said we look like terrorists.
Dillon: Uh huh. When we were in Florida and you had on that visor thing and that bag that hangs around your waist...
Masen: TOURISTS Dillon TOURISTS!

Where To Start...

Yes, I know I am behind...my sister has let me know! So, where to start...with the depression breakdown I had in early spring? Nah. How about with the getting-an-appointment-at-the-indian-clinic saga I go through every year? Predictable. Or a list of injuries my daughter has incurred, including two trips to the E.R. in Marshall, Texas? Again, predictable! HA. How about I just sum it up and say its been business as usual.