Tania Kettle

Ok, so I'm baby shopping at the moment.

And as I'm writing this, I haven't found my baby daddy.  I thought I had but apparently Mares can't have a baby to her brother.  Or half brother, uncle, cousin or whatever but anyway, bl**dy stallion is too close to have babies to.  Which is sad because he has an a** to die for.

Seriously.  

To.  Die.  For.

So, I'm back to the drawing board, and have just given in and understood that every man and his dog is going to have an opinion.

Which is cool.  

Information is power.

And ultimately, I'll know.  I know with all of my horses, and this won't be any different.  One minute I'm fine and the next, Boom, baby.

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Excellent night at Cambridge tonight.  Didn't rain, however, we did get a tyre blow on our float (with 3 horses inside) 8 minutes away from the track.  It got fixed by a friend coming to sort it, and while we were waiting we were lucky one of the other trucks stopped and put our horses in with theirs.  Nice one.  Harness guys are super nice.  

For the first time EVER though I saw a mean horse.  Never seen one before.  He'd hurt a girl a month ago and broken her ankle and I watched him try and hurt his driver tonight by consistently double barrelling (kicking out hard with both legs trying to hurt the human).  

I've never seen a horse do this before.

On a completely different note, Spirit are throwing me some real curve balls at the moment though, with some serious WTF? moments but to be fair, there's also been a huge amount of laughter.

Take what you can and make the best of it, eh?

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Having the best amount of fun baby shopping, although I think I'm driving everyone else a little bit nuts.  Mostly because I'm a little random with actual facts.  So conversations don't have the normal basis like they should have.  I get colours confused, misjudge heights, forget horses name and generally expect everyone to be on my frequency of colours of emotions, how a horse tastes and whether the smell is "ours".  

I'm loving it.

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Mares and I are doing ok.  I changed her food round and no, it did not work.  Her personality changed way too much and not in a good way.  Think PMS and PMT, with a healthy dose of, Don't f*k me off... 

I changed her food back to what we were on, then played round with the doseage of what I knew worked and I have the happiest, snuggliest, mooshie-eyed mare in the world.  

Go us!

But all jokes aside, it's been an odd week.  The Energy's been really quick, I've had offers which I didn't see coming but are exactly what I want, but I also went down a couple of dead ends, so had to do a U turn a couple of times.  I've had to think quickly this week, say Yes in the moment and say No and walk just as quick.  Spirit haven't given me time to think things through and get myself all messy with, What if's.  However, I like living like this. I always make my best decisions this way.

Spirit have also thrown me a couple of curveballs but it's always the way when my life is tidy, organised and I'm super happy.  Spirit are like, Excuse me, haven't you forgotten something?  I'm hoping this is just a re-glimpse of my mispent youth of bourbon, cigarettes and cowboy boots but you know, maybe, maybe not.  Maybe I just am, and always have been, a rock and roll girl.  But anyway, I'm just shelving everything because well, I'm a Cancer girl and I can.

But I didn't expect this. 

Works out there's a lot of things I hadn't expected recently.

So, that's been our week: Take what you need, leave the rest.

Caps, me, Spirit, Az, Ralph, Chew, Suzie Q, Buzz-the-Bl**dy-Bull, Fenny and Flash

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* Picture taking is doing my head in.  I almost got the photo I wanted today then realized I'd cut Chews ears off.

** Suzie Q is kind of cool.  We're on the right path but we need to get over the line.

*** So, Mares is on strike, wanting her sugar rich food and I have absolutely, 100% put my delicate size 9, gumboot down, and refused to give it to her.

She's sulking.

I'm humpy.

Well, she's all delicious and sunlight, until she's hyped up on sugar, and then she turns into a she-devil on steriods.

I'm not having that anymore.  It's embarrasing that I can't lead her up to the stables, I'm a far better horsewoman than this.  So, sugars off the menu.

Permanently.

**** So, I got my brave on and led Mares up to the stables today.  I have to admit that Mr B was only a step or two away from me at all times, so I couldn't get into too much trouble, and I also understand that one step does not make a marathon, but it's better than Mares and I had yesterday.

Go us!

***** So, I've taken to smacking Buzz round the head with a pillow every time he gets up to no good.  Which is often.  But don't panic, it's one of my pillows that I actually sleep my head on at night, so it's all soft and fluffy.  

Our relationship is improving.