Apathy=Self Preservation

Good frosty morning my friends! Wow what a difference a week makes!!!    Last week this time we were trying to find a way to keep cool without turning on the air conditioning. Today air conditioning is not necessary by any stretch of the imagination.

Yes I know it has been a while!  I made the mistake of letting life get in the way of what I really wanted to do.  So much has happened in the last months that I hardly know where to begin.

I will start with the furry support staff! Everyone is doing well and seem to appreciate these cold temps much more than I do.  I’m not sure if I have already introduced you all to the newest member of the herd, but we now have a rescued Weimaraner, named Merle. He is beautiful and much larger than I thought Weims to be.  He came to us underweight, very needy, and with a light and shadow obsessive, compulsive disorder. Not much is known about his previous life, but is obvious that he has suffered from neglect and some abandonment issues. I have seen improvement as he integrates into the pack here. His fit with the others is quite awkward, I’m guessing because of his size and exuberance. Having dealt mostly with herding breeds, I was not prepared for the need for constant companionship of a sporting breed. Thank goodness for the help and advice of friends who have the experience.  I have developed a bit of insight from them and the vet where Merle is concerned. We discovered that he is just at a year old, not approaching two as we were informed when he was brought here. So anyhow…we have a Weimaraner!

I went to Oregon in September for the opening of yet another Cracker Barrel.  This time it was in Medford, near the California border.  Let me just say, I love Oregon! It is a beautiful state. Little to no humidity and gorgeous landscapes make it one of my favorite places to visit! While there I had to opportunity to knock something off my bucket list that actually wasn’t on my list, but it was on my late husband, Jeff’s. I went to the highest point possible by vehicle to Mount Shasta.  It was the most peaceful, breathtaking place I have ever visited. The air was so clear and the lack of noise was incredibly relaxing. I didn’t want to leave! I kept thinking “on a clear day you can see forever.” And you could!!

mount shasta

I returned home from Oregon early upon news of my mom being in a coma. Her leukemia had morphed into lymphoma and it was bad.  As a result it was decided to administer an aggressive chemo regimen, which proved to be more than her system could take.  I have learned, without a doubt, that there is power in prayer.  At one point we were quite sure we would soon lose our mom, we all prayed for peace, we begged friends, family, and complete strangers to join in our prayers. I came home from Durham and within a few days received a message that she was awake.  Within a couple of weeks she was walking and talking, something none of us had thought possible just a few short weeks ago. This past week my mom came home! Yet another milestone no one expected to see at the beginning of October.  I want to thank everyone who supported us with prayers, calls, etc… Another moment of extreme joy has been reconnecting with the sister whom I have missed more than I was willing to admit. I will never forget one day when she was at my house…oh about 25 or 30 years ago, something struck us funny! To this day I cannot tell you what it was, but whatever it what was erupted into a giggling session that lasted a good ten minutes. When we finally were able to get our breath, my now ex-husband walked in the door and looked at us like we were mad! His perplexed look lead to an additional session that lasted another ten minutes. I have not laughed like that in a long time!

ROBIN

This past few months has been trying at best!  I am not going to go into detail on everything, except to say “UNCLE!”  I’m not going to admit that I am superstitious openly, but I did get rid of the $2 bill that was hanging in Justin’s room and the broken mirror that was behind the house. The loss of a friend who was basically an extended family member was extremely difficult to take.  My heart goes out to my “sissy” Teresa and Ray’s children and mom.  I want to also mention that my dear friend, Cindy became a first time grandmother! Little River was born with a slight defect that had to be repaired surgically shortly after his birth, but so far the little trooper is thriving! Congratulations to Cindy and her son’s family!! Yet another piece of good news, desperately needed, is in the photos at the top of this post, from DSC photography and Captain Dan’s Island Tours.  A medicine hat colt was born to the stallion, Wild Thing ,and the mare, Thetis on Assateague island, in Virginia. Medicine hats ponies are considered very good medicine in the Native American culture. These highly prized animals were thought to protect their riders and were sought after.  Often they were stolen by rival tribes that wanted to benefit from the powers the horses were thought to possess. This beautiful colt comes at a time when the herd is suffering from a swamp cancer that has claimed the lives of many and has affected several more. Maybe the birth of the little guy is a sign of better days for the herd.  Who knows? It won’t hurt to believe!

Did you ever feel so overwhelmed that you became calloused to everything around you? It feels almost like if you retreat into yourself things will slow down or somehow the effects will cause less damage.  You appear to be apathetic simply to protect yourself from the stress that would come from blowing a gasket. There is a fear that if you release the valve on your feelings or emotions that you will be deemed psycho, emotional, or even ridiculous. You are afraid to hurt someone else’s feelings so you sacrifice your own in order to prevent that from happening. This has been what’s happening in my world and in almost every aspect of it. Slowly, I have started to take back my life, my home, and my sanity. Though my plans for my future have been put on hold for a bit, I still intend to live out my dream!!

Well that is all for today. I promise not to be so remiss in my posting from here on out!  Love and scritches to your furry support staff! It’s the weekend, make sure you spend some time with them. You and they will be happier for it in the coming week.

Remember, I love you all most ardently! And remember even when it seems like things are crashing down around you and you can’t get a handle on things….

Play nice ya’ll….

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What’s in a Name?

Good morning all you humidified people! The descent into your weekend has begun. Please turn off all cell phones and put your tray tables in the upright position. Ok well you don’t need to cut off your phone until you finish reading this actually….you know priorities and all. Lol.

The Furry Support staff is outside enjoying the early morning temps. Yesterday was so miserable and humid they didn’t stay out long when they did go out. Very unusual behavior for Jeb, who loves to be outside. Hopefully this heat and humidity will break soon! I truly hate feeling clammy or sticky!!

Remember in January and February when everyone was tired of the cold weather, even up to March? And remember everyone daring anyone to complain about the summer heat? Well I’m gonna go there…I would take three months of winter over just one week of this humidity. There I said it…and meant it. I hate feeling like I am melting. Much more of this and I will be a puddle in the floor…

I have been struggling with a few things here recently and I have begun to pray about it. And praying works, it might not be the answer you expect or want, but it does work. I know that God has placed some pretty amazing people in my life, a couple I consider guardian angels of sorts. I hope that some day I can be a blessing to all of them as they have blessed me.

I was scrolling through some pet photos the other day and couldn’t help but giggle at some of the names that were attached to these poor animals! Mr. Bubble Britches? Really? Shorty McPuggle?? Crystal Blue Love??? Seriously??? Omg it was hilarious! I’m sure or well hoping that these names are shortened so that it makes life easier for the dog and owner. My late husband Jeff bought Jeb for me in 2007. That afternoon we were going over names. I wanted something short and simple, because a dog recognizes not his name, but certain sounds that his name makes. So if there is a prominent “E” at the end of his or her name,for instance Sassy, hears the “SassSeeeee” Bailey hears “baiLeeeee” Beagle puppy hears “jethRo, those changes in sounds is what is heard. They key in on mostly the vowel sounds. Well Jeff decided he was naming Jeb and that all there was to it. Jeff was a huge Civil war buff, so He was going through all the names of Confederate generals that he could attach to this Corgi puppy. Finally he says “I’ve got it! General James Ewell Brown Stuart!!!” I sitting there with a blank stare thinking “wut?” After a brief argument I finally got him to agree to Jeb Stuart, which eventually was shortened to simply Jeb. Thank the Lord! He would have been halfway to Raleigh by the time I got out “GENERAL JAMES EWELL BROWN STUART!!!” In his early puppy years, Jeb also picked up the nickname Rabbit, because of his large Corgi ears. We used to worry about the owls when he was a puppy, but today it would take some kind of prehistoric pterodactyl owl to pick him up. Lol! He answers to Rabbit just as quickly as he does Jeb. Bailey was named by my daughter’s ex fiance and I’m almost ashamed to say he was named after a brand of cigarettes. I call him Meatball. Sassy’s real name is Sacajawea, but the name Sassy so well defines her that no other  nickname is necessary, except to maybe shorten it to Sass. Minxy’s name came from a literary character, but I also call her Wiggles because when she gets excited she turns into one big wiggle!

Minxy

Sassy

Pet names are often used to describe what perception we have of when the puppy is an adult, such as Brutus, Kong, or Thor for the larger breeds like Mastiffs or Rottweilers, or Fluffy, Tiny, or Princess for Poodles, Chihuahuas, or Yorkies. Some names are straight and to the point others a little more complex. Most show dogs have a registered name and then they have a kennel name. My first show dog was Wyndridge Matters of Elegance, but her name was Mattie. My second was Bent-Win’s Soul Provider, we called him Bolt. What can I say, I got him the weekend after I attended a Michael Bolton concert and had met him backstage. All show dogs have the name of the breeder’s kennel attached to their names. Sometimes there are even two. A friend of mine often collaborated with another breeder, so those dogs always had Bayshore/Propwash in their names.

Jeb

When naming your new puppy or even kitten, you can give it all the names you want. Just keep in mind that, even though it doesn’t care what you name it, don’t handicap it by giving it a name it can’t even begin to comprehend. Mr. Wiggle Britches McNally??? Really???

Please send in your dog’s name in the comments, especially if it is unique! And we would love to hear why that name was chosen.

Well that is all for today folks! Try to stay cool in this oppressive heat! It’s Friday so you know traffic will be a beast!

Love and scritches to the furry ones before you leave the house.

How about let’s keep that road rage under control people.

Play nice y’all….

Puppy Love…or not?

Good morning people! Welcome to Wednesday! It’s gonna be yet another hot one so be prepared!

The Furry Support staff appears to be quite grumpy this morning! Everyone is voicing opinions on something I’m not privvy to at the moment. The only one not letting his voice be heard is my grandpuppy. He’s just chillin’ in Justin’s room wondering what all the fuss is about. I will so miss that dog when he joins Justin in Ohio. Oh, i will miss Justin too, but that dog is the last of my Aussie line and his resemblance to his grandad JasperJax in looks and most of all personality is uncanny. The first photo is Jasper, the other is Bailey.

I want to wish a very Happy Birthday to my road bestie, Suzan! I miss being on the road with her so much! One of the only people I know that I could spend five weeks in a hotel room with and not want to kill! Lolol! Love you much my lady!

I want to share with you all a photo taken by my go-to photographer and friend Deb Noll. This is the mare Misty Mills, that surprised everyone by producing a filly a few weeks after it was thought she had rejected her colt. Turns out the colt wasn’t hers at all. So, this beautiful filly now has a forever home as does the mystery colt. The filly is part of the Feather Fund group directed by another friend Lois Szymanski, which helps young people to purchase a pony at auction. Can’t wait to see this little girl grow!

So, today I want to touch on a subject that might tick a few people off, but it’s something that literally drives me nuts! The act of humans transferring human like qualities and emotions to animals is simply inaccurate, and I believe arrogant on the part of humans. Animals are so much smarter than we are. Humans have lost their ability to use all their senses together. Our sense of smell and hearing is nothing compared to what it was in the early days of man. So now we rely on other animals, particularly dogs to do those things for us. The domesticated animal I believe was man’s saving grace. But back then these animals were not pets! They were working animals! They were not coddled, petted, or even fed most of the time. They got the scraps. This continued into the early 20th century and even a little longer. Horses were generally used for farming or as mounts for the military. Pets were considered a luxury of the well-to-do. Dogs were used for hunting, herding, and protection, while cats generally lived in the barn to keep the mice out of the grain storage. Again, only the very wealthy could afford to keep animals as pets. When taxation reared its ugly head, all animals on a farm, that had a tail, were taxed. This began the idea of tail docking of dogs as the norm. Yes it also was a safety issue for dogs herding large animals, but the tax was the main reason. In those days, everything that lived on the farm had a purpose. An extra horse used for merely riding would have been considered a hay burner. The point is the relationship between man and these animals that were domesticated was born out of necessity not loneliness or love.

Does Jeb love me? Hmmmmm, the pet lover in me would like to think so. But really, it’s probably more akin to a pack leader kind of thing. Do I love him….yes I do! And he misses me when I am gone for the first few hours and then goes on with his life. When I come home he is happy to see me, he tells me everything that happened while I was gone, then brings me all of his babies and settles on my feet. Does he know he is my heart? He probably has more of an idea that in the hierarchy here, he is number 2, which is evident in How the other dogs here give him a wide berth. He rules with an iron fist! The relationship between my son and Bailey is different. That is pure devotion! That dog worships that boy.

Do animals mourn? Yes they do! Domestic animals appear to feel it more deeply though and for longer period. For example, when my first Corgi, Peedee died, Jeb sat it the back yard for a week waiting for him to return. In the wild, however, animals don’t have the luxury of extended mourning periods. Elephants have been known to mourn a lost member of the herd, but they move on quickly. Last month, with the loss of Butterfly Kisses, the heart wrenching story of Riptide trying to get her up, had everyone misty eyed. Is he still mourning her, probably not. He has a job to do, he doesn’t have the luxury of mourning her, even though she was his lead mare. He has foals and mares to protect. He has mares to breed to ensure his line continues. He is a stallion, he is wild, and he doesn’t have time to mourn. The job of lead mare will fall to the next mare in his band, probably Starry Night, and life will go on.. Hate to say it, but the beautiful Butterfly Kisses is probably already forgotten. But I have seen several comments about how he misses her so much and he is in mourning. Ummmm no….as much as many would like to believe it’s so…its not. We as humans can and will mourn her loss, just as we did with Surfer Dude, Courtneys Boy, and the many that have passed through the years. These animals don’t dwell on things as we tend to do. It is not in their genetic make up.

One thing I have discovered is that my dogs do have a sense of fairness. If I give one a treat, I should be ready to give them all one. If I love on one, yes it is expected I will love on them all.

Another thing, I wanna touch on is house training your dog. So many times i have seen people reprimand a puppy by smacking it or rubbing its nose in its own urine. The problem is, that puppy has no idea that it came from him. You can’t beat it out of him…(heaven forbid you tried that with a human baby). The best thing is diligence about letting him out regularly and I’m sorry but immediately after he eats or drinks is not the time. Also, putting down paper or puppy pads isn’t the answer either. All you are doing with that is teaching him to pee on paper, then you get upset when he leaves a deposit on your newspaper left on the floor. I remember when Bailey was around a year old. He had come to live with me around the fall of that year. He was house broken but the first thing he did when I put up the Christmas tree was lift his leg on it. Thankfully it wasn’t decorated yet and I hadn’t put down my beautiful candle wicked tree skirt yet. But I couldn’t get angry with him because I saw it from his point of view.”Granny put a tree in the house!It must be for me! I must mark it!” I had brought him his own personal bathroom into the house….how convenient for him! Your dog doesn’t have the same consideration for material things that you have, and most definitely your cat doesn’t! He doesn’t care if you buy him an expensive collar, he gets excited because he feels your excitement. He doesnt care that you just spent a small fortune getting him groomed and all pretty….if he encounters something that smells bad, he is gonna roll in it. He has no concept of value, or appearance, or keeping up with the Jones. He is a dog, he is gonna do dog things.

This brings me to my last story, this one is about Jeb and the Fox poo. A few years back my bestie and I took a road trip to Mathews, Virginia. Jeb was along for the ride. It was January and it was cold as heck! There was ice and snow on the ground and the air was bitter. As we were about to leave we decided we should let Jeb run a bit and take care of business in the field adjacent to where we were visiting. So he is out there, running around like a little kid having a blast, when all of a sudden he dives to the ground and starts rolling. Curious as to what has caused this reaction, Susan and I walk to where he is and discover this fascinating scent he has found is fox poo! Now, I don’t know if you know this, but foxes have a musk gland that excrete musk whenever he poops. Somehow it is extremely attractive to other foxes and well I guess Jeb too! Susan and i didn’t find it so attractive once we got him in the car and to return home. Both of us had tears in our eyes. Once the heat from the car hit that odor it permeated throughout the car. I’m quite sure there was a green funk cloud! We rode home on this cold January day with the windows down just to keep from puking. Jeb didn’t care, he was happy in his stench! It took close to two weeks to get that smell out of his coat! And again, Jeb had no clue how offensive he was, all he knew is that he got to run around and roll in something delightful, in his opinion. Lol!

Well, I think i have said enough… This was an extended post, no doubt.

Everyone have a great rest of your day! Extra scritches to your furry loves!

I love you all most ardently!

Play nice y’all…

Love of Chincoteague/Love Chairs

Good morning people! Yep it’s Tuesday! I am so sorry….It looks as though it is going to be another hot one today. Please be careful in this extreme heat. If you have to be outside in it, take breaks, stay hydrated, and don’t push yourself too hard. Please also keep your pets in mind. Make sure they have plenty of shade and water if they have to be outdoors.

The Furry Support staff has been fed and are now partaking in the ritual after breakfast nap. I can hear Beagle puppy (I call him Rut Roh) snoring like a human. My plan is to let them all out once it is light enough so they can at least have some time outside today. My grandpuppy Bailey’s world is about to change. His daddy Justin, is heading to Ohio soon to learn the art of a farrier. I am so excited for him! Since he is flying and I am not about to put a 9 year old dog on a plane that has never been on one, it has been decided that once my car is fixed, I will drive him to Ohio myself. I have another option as well, but that will be if I can’t get him there. So, I guess my world is gonna change a thing it as well. I will have an empty nest for the first time since shortly after Jeff passed away almost six years ago. That’s when my decisions will be made. Anyhow, stay tuned, same Corgi time, same Corgi channel…lol

Hope this photo of Jeb enjoying a doggie bowl at Mr. Whippy’s might help you stay cool!

Today I am off work, so it is the day I will begin the task of cleaning my art area, in the hopes it will spark that creativity bug. It will be a monumental task, so if you don’t hear from me tomorrow, send in the troops!

I’m going to use today’s post for a bit of advertisement. Many of you know ow about my Love Chair design that includes Chincoteague ponies in each of the four chairs. The design has really been a hit and I must take a moment to thank Sue Johnson at Blue Crab Treasures on Chincoteague island for believing in me. She and I are both surprised and pleased with the reception of this. The design is available at this time in t-shirts, long sleeve and short, in a variety of colors, kids sizes are also available. Tanks tops are available in two colors! There are zippered and pullover hoodies, along with pullover sweatshirts. Sue has prints, post cards, koozies, bibs, and onesies as well. New items are being ordered with the design too! Can’t wait to see those. There will be hats with the Ridtide/heart chair embroidered on them. So, we have a lot going on.

Above is just a small sampling of what is available. Call Sue at Blue Crab Treasures in Chincoteague, Virginia, for sizes and color availability. Special requests may be preordered with the next shipment, so give her a call! The the number is (757)336-5507 or visit the Blue Crab Treasures Facebook page.

I would lastly like to mention a contest we are holding at the moment. If you get your shirts and you are on the island, take a minute to have your picture taken on the Love Chairs right across the street from Sue’s shop at Robert Reed Park. Post the photo on the Blue Crab Treasures Facebook page. Judges will choose the top four photos from those submitted. Those top four will be given the opportunity to pick which ponies appear in the chairs next year. And I personally will throw in a t-shirt for the four winning submissions. So let the games begin….the judging will start after fall roundup in October!

That is all for today folks! I am so excited about the events that are happening now. This has been a whirlwind and surreal experience for me. Thanks to all of those who have stood by me and had faith in me when I didn’t trust myself. My bestie, Susan Jones has been my rock and biggest supporter. My Cracker Barrel road bestie, Suzan Sheldon, has listened to my rantings many an early morning when we were stuck in a hotel room for weeks at a time. And again, Sue Johnson, who has stuck by me since that first December day when I walked into her shop.My daughter, Kayla Nassef who used to joke about all my paintings being in the garden tube in my bathroom. My dear friend, Deb Ober, who has been my sounding board, my pony conformation advisor, and sister from another mister. Lastly, there is one person that I need to thank especially, my mom, Emma Lupton, for a phone conversation while I was in Alabama, encouraging me to follow my heart and not wait for things to come to me. That evidently was my turning point…

You all have a wonderful day! Please stay cool and hydrated…are you listening Deb Ober?

Lots of fresh water and scratches for the furry loves. Be aware of their feet and be sure those paw pads aren’t being burned on concrete or asphalt. If they seem to be overheated, a damp tepid cloth to the belly will help cool them down…no ice!

My favorite quote from Pony Penning….”you’re famous!” My response… “well at least I didn’t have to wait until I was dead first!”

I love you all most ardently!

And even when this heat has your nerves frayed to the max….

Play nice y’all….

Stuck…

Good morning all you little worker bees! Hate to break it to you like this and so early, but it’s Monday again! As I am writing this that song by Juice Newton, “Break it to Me Gently,” is rolling through my head. I hope you all enjoyed your weekends and are now ready to face the work force with smiling, happy faces! I’m not! Last night my inner night owl and my inner early bird had a monumental struggle. Both won, I lost, resulting in maybe two and a half hours of sleep. Today’s shift that Cracker Barrel should be fun! I can hardly wait….zzz!

This morning the larger contingent of the furry support staff is inside waiting for the Corgis to finish their business. I’m not sure whose bladder was screaming louder at 4 am, mine or Jeb’s. As I let them out, everyone came running, but the others immediately went back to bed when they realized only Jeb and Sassy were going out. I’m sitting here drinking my coffee and watching Minxy lay on her back on the couch, chasing something in her dreams. I don’t believe I have ever seen her sleep like that. Maybe after seven years she has finally relaxed. She has always been the one on guard, ever vigilant, waiting for the ball to drop, ready to defend her people. That devotion to duty has somehow stunted her ability to just be a dog, but lately she appears to be trying and its down right weird.

I was very humbled and honored by the number of birthday wishes I received from friends on Facebook yesterday. The day was really nothing special. I was here most of the day by myself. I chose to curl up and binge watch The Closer. I love Kyra Sedgewick’s character in the show, kind of reminds me of…well me sometimes. We did go out to dinner last night at my favorite Mexican restaurant, Mi Cabana’s, and I did have the celebratory mango margarita. Other than that is was a quite serene day.

I had considered posting my friend, author, Lois Szymanski’s most excellent response to the PETA letter to the Chincoteague Fire department, but I have chosen to hold off on that until later. I want to wait until the dust settles and see what is left before I revisit the topic again.

Currently, I am suffering from a bit of artist’s block. Unless you have actually experienced it, it’s hard to comprehend the struggle.I can truly sympathize with writers who are on a deadline. The struggle is real! For an artist or writer it can be physically painful, resulting in headaches, sleepless nights, and stretched nerves. Thank God I don’t usually have to deal with deadlines or I would be bald. There is no way to work through it, there is no way to push through it, and there is absolutely no way to force creativity. If its not there, its just not there. I have found a way to help myself though and it is quite comical. So while I was experiencing the block one day I decided to clean my table, organize things, put things in their place, and make it look pretty! My kids will tell you that is a rare occasion! But I have discovered that when it is clean, it sort of drives me a bit nuts, and the urge to mess it up again eventually prevails and the block subsides. I’m not sure how a writer or even a musician would translate that to their fields, but it certainly kick started the artist in me. Yea, I know I’m weird….it’s part of the whole artist persona lolol!!

I am currently working a Christmas card design with the Love Chairs! I can’t wait to see how it turns out. Shirts, goodies and other items are available at Blue Crab Treasures in Chincoteague VA.

Well folks, I have nothing else to say today….its time to feed the furry support staff anyway. The ones in the house are starting to move around a bit, and they will soon realize that breakfast is 30 minutes late. Love and scritches to the furry loves. Its time to get up and at’em people!

I know its only Monday so….

Play nice y’all…

Pony Penning Wrap Up

Wow! What a week it was! Highs, lows, very lows, and everything in between. No doubt the energy during Pony Penning is a natural high that keeps one going. And unless you actually are there, there is no way to describe it accurately.

First off let me apologize for my absence. I was so busy preparing for the events of last week that I really couldn’t wrap my head around posting for this blog. Lots of work went into the week, art wise, and I have to say I am thrilled with the results!

I only took one member of the furry support staff with me. Jeb is the easiest to travel with and Chincoteague is his happy place as well. Everyone else stayed here and from what I was told Sassy was none too happy about being left behind. She tends to be very vocal and I didn’t want her disturbing the other guests at the hotel. Anyhow, they all survived my absence, no matter what they might tell someone else. Fortunately, and surprisingly enough I didn’t come home to yet another four legged addition to our current pack of 6. I believe I would have blown a gasket, stolen Kayla’s key and returned to where I had just left. So, there is something there for which to be thankful!

Reworked Love of Chincoteague 3

Now the good news!!! My design, the Love Chairs with the ponies in them was a huge success. I cannot even tell you how over the moon I am with this! People were in Blue Crab Treasures buying several shirts at a time, plus prints, post cards, and koozies. Sue, nor I had no idea just how big this would be and we both are appreciative to those who have supported our efforts. It was a completely surreal week made more so by a woman in Sue’s shop who wanted her picture taken with me, she said “because you are famous!” I have to say that truly messed with my head. Another good note was the auctioning of my original sketch called “Treasures of Chincoteague.” It was sold at $450.00. I thought I was going to pass out from holding my breath! I was just so happy it sold for more than the price of the framing. I never dreamed it would sell so high! A huge thanks to the person that bought it. I know her and have dealt with her in the past and am so happy she got it, and honored that she would pay that much for it!

Not all of the week was business related. We were able to attend a couple of the Chincoteague Legacy group functions. I was able to make new friends while attending the pony parade. Colleen Murdock is a riot and I am so glad I finally had the chance to meet her. I am also glad to have met Andrew Kozak at the parade. He has commissioned me to do a project that is out of my normal scope, but I am excited to be doing it!

Monday night was the CLG Meet and Greet where I was able to reconnect with old friends and finally meet friends from Facebook. I explained to someone last week that among this amazing group of people, I tend to become a social butterfly, which I am not normally. The ease that I experience among these people is something I don’t generally feel. The CLG bonfire with the McClure sisters, Jody, Meme, Kelly, and Rita, is such a treat and free entertainment at best! I love these ladies to the moon and back, and apparently will be spending my December vacation with them at Grayson Highland state park. At least, that’s what Jody told me I am doing. Hahahaha!!! Love her!

Now I have a bit of a rant….it might tick some folks off, it might even cause them to unfriend me, but I have to comment on this.

Last week on the day of the auction, a tragedy occurred, when a beloved mare, Butterfly Kisses, slipped on some hay and hit the fence at the fairgrounds and she died almost instantly. The events leading up to this freak accident are still quite fuzzy to me. Some say she was being chased by her stallion Riptide, others say she was trying to get to her colt. So, in all honesty, I don’t know what happened. All I know that it was a sad moment in an otherwise, wonderful day, and my heart goes out to her buyback owner. This seems to have set off a firestorm of nastiness, allegations, pot stirring, and name calling that is down right childish and absolutely unnecessary. All it took was one person to unleash the beast!

I think we can all agree that when you have a large group of people there will be questions and some disagreement and petty squabbles, especially when that large group is predominantly women…lol. Yes I am one of them and not ashamed to admit it! And I am not saying that I have agreed with everything that has been done, nor am I saying that I am not happy with the group. I have enjoyed the camaraderie of the group in question. I love many of them and have close connections to many of them. So, this lashing that was made on a public business page on Facebook had me just a bit more than miffed! The accusations made were not based on fact. The woman had no clue about much of the crap she was spewing. Then to make it all more laughable, she expected an apology from the very group she had just ripped to shreds publicly. Are you freaking serious? What makes a person so unhappy that she feels the need to make others as miserable as she seems to be?

Rant over, it’s making my head hurt.

Folks, I must leave you now. Lots to do today! I love you all most ardently! I will be sharing a recipe for a nice and cool treat for your furry ones later.

Love and extra scritches for your furry loves. Remember they love you ,even if you can’t find any redeeming qualities in yourself. By the way, throw them an extra biscuit! And if you are in Chincoteague get those biscuits from Howl Naturale! Jeb loves them!!!

Take care of yourselves while you suffer through your Tuesday, aka Wednesday’s ugly step sister. Be aware of those around you and try to make a stranger smile today, it won’t cost a thing and you will get something out of it as well!

Play nice ya’ll…

Mystery…

Good Sunday morning all my peeps! It’s gonna be a gorgeous day, I hope you all are able to take advantage. In a perfect world I would be sitting on a beach, preferably Assateague Island Beach, but as you all know this world is not perfect. I woke up this morning feeling quite like I had been hit by a bus. Every joint and muscle on my left side is either sore or swollen or sore and swollen. But as I heard my dad tell someone, “I woke up on the green side of the grass!” That my friends is enough for me!

This morning the furry support staff is quite groggy, except the old one. Jeb loves to be outside and he is the only one I have to bribe, coerce, or trick to get inside at night. Minxy and Bailey have gone into to hiding to avoid being tortured by the puppy. And Sassy’s anti-social self is laying by her food bowl daring anyone to come near it. I changed their food to the Rachel Ray Nutrish with Turkey and Venison yesterday. I can already see a difference in how they like it. The only one that didn’t clean their bowl is Sassy, and I guess that’s so she will have something to protect.

My goal for today is to finish painting 15 scallop shells with ponies on them. I’m hoping I didn’t aim too high, but I will do my best.

Right now foaling season is winding down on Assateague Island in Virginia. So far 50+ foals have been born. The majority of the foals will be auctioned off at the Pony Penning auction at the end of July. There will be a few kept as buybacks, which are foals chosen to remain on the island.for the rest of their lives. As the new foals are born and chronicled mostly by DSC photographers Darcy and Steve Cole, those of us who can’t be there get to see them and choose our favorites. This year however, a mystery has occurred. Let me tell you the story as best I can. A bay mare named Bay Girl had a foal in the southern corrals on the refuge. It had been a tough winter and poor Bay Girl was thin and pitiful looking but she managed to give birth in her weakened condition. The foal was small and weak so mother and son were moved to a place where they could be monitored closely. A few days later the foal passed. Bay Girl was kept at the carnival grounds so that she could receive nourishment. About the same time it was reported that the mare Misty Mills had refused her foal and wouldn’t allow it to nurse, so it was picked up and brought to the same location as Bay Girl. The colt, a pretty little bay pinto thing,  was introduced to Bay Girl and she accepted it as her own. Two hearts healed!

Now here is where the mystery lies.It began with the coloring of the foal. Misty Mills, who has always been in the liver chestnut pinto stallion, Puzzle’s band could not produce a bay foal, if Puzzle indeed was the sire. There was always the possibility that another stallion sneaked in and left a depost, but not likely. Then, two weeks ago , my bestie, her sister, my daughter and I visited the island and went on one of Captain Dan’s Island Tours. We saw lots of ponies, but as we pulled up to one location out front and center was Misty Mills with a fresh, only a few hours old filly at her side. Captain Dan and I were both perplexed! So here we have a mare who had been wrongly accused of rejecting her foal a few weeks earlier with a brand new filly. Someone owes that girl an apology!

So, where did the colt with Bay Girl come from? No one will probably ever know. There will be speculations, I’m sure, but no one will ever be 100% sure. It really doesn’t matter anyway, he showed up just at the right time for Bay Girl. I think his name should be Riddle Me This? Isn’t it funny how Mother Nature works? Had the timing off these events been off by a few days, the outcome might have been very different and tragic. The Lord works in mysterious ways… This story sounds like a Lois Szymanski book in the making. The beautiful Bay Girl and Riddler photos were taken by Steffie Rau. The Misty Mills and filly photo is mine.

Well I’m outta here. Gotta get on those shells!

Y’all enjoy what’s left of your weekend, and don’t worry about Monday arriving in less than 24 hours. Bahahaha!

Make sure you spend time with the furry ones! Lots of scritches and an extra biscuit, just because it’s Sunday!

Play nice y’all…

Bay Girl and Riddler

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The completely exonerated Misty Mills and her newly born filly

Heatwave

Good morning all you lightly roasted folks!! Welcome to your Friday! Hope you all are managing to stay hydrated and cool. This current heatwave is no joke!! Even the wasps and flies have settled down a bit here during the day. Last night we had one heck of a storm. I guess it was around 1 am. I had fallen asleep in the living room while working on a project. Suddenly, I had a 50 pound Aussie and a 45 pound Aussie in my lap, while the Beagle puppy, who has no concept of fear was trying to figure out where to fit himself in the pile. No, he wasn’t scared, he thought it was a new game, I’m sure. Thankfully, the other two were in my room or I would be having to replace a chair today.

The majority of the furry support staff is moving kind of slow this morning, but grateful the thunder monster didn’t get them. The exception is the puppy, of course, who is running around like a lunatic, completely oblivious to anything.

Love Chairs,

The picture above is my new design featuring the Love Chairs at Robert Reed park on Chincoteague Island with a Chincoteague pony in each chair.  The ponies are Surfer Dude; his daughter, CLG Surfer’s Blue Moon; his son, Surfer Dude’s Riptide; and his daughter, Surfer Princess. Right now it is available in prints and t shirts and hopefully soon, there will be coffee mugs. Should the design go well, the plan is to have a contest to name the ponies that will be occupying the chairs next year. Shirts will be available at Blue Crab Treasures on Chincoteague Island. Or you can order them from the Blue Crab Treasure Chest on Facebook.

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This gem is one of my personal best and favorites, featuring Chinoteague pony stallion Ajax.  Love his white tail!!! It’s an 11×14 acrylic on framed canvas and is available for purchase at the CorgiNuts Sketches Facebook page.

Ok now that business is out of the way, let’s chat….

Today’s subject is “the hypocrisy of the elite.” I know, I picked a doozy today. Sure to start an argument somewhere, but I’m a rebel like that. LOL! generally I stay away from politics because I feel that how you vote is your business and all politicians have an agenda, I don’t care how sincere or humble they appear. One may start out with an objective geared towards helping his or her own community, city , or state, but they all end up going with the crowd. The ones that stick in my craw are the Hollywood and celebrity elite trying to tell us “commoners how to feel, think, or vote.” Nothing ticks me off more than to hear the like of Whoppi Goldberg, Michael Moore, or Robert DeNiro mouthing off about the President or the actions of Congress, or any other thing in the country that offends them.  First of all, the treason that has been allowed to occur since the President took office is absolutely unacceptable.  When you have images on t-shirts of the President’s brains being blown out, or someone makes threats towards his young son and wife, there is something seriously wrong. The latest threat against his son is absolutely vile, and all by someone who used celebrity to get the point across. If someone, not in the spotlight had done any of this, the FBI would be so far up his or her rear end and enema wouldn’t be able to fix it. Secondly, the grandstanding at awards shows and such has become ridiculous. Honestly, if you make great music, or are a great actor, I will listen or watch. But I don’t give a rat’s ass about your politics.  Here’s the thing, if it wasn’t for the public interest, these folks would be in the same boat the majority of American’s are in, living paycheck to paycheck, and making ends meet the best way they know how. But by some stroke of luck, whether born into it, or struggled up to it, these are the folks we have chosen as our “idols,” in many cases, kind of a sad lot.

So I leave you with this, if you don’t like our President that’s just fine and dandy. you are not expected to do so. But at the end of the day, he is still your President, no matter how many times you say he’s not, if you are citizen of these United States, yes indeed he is! You don’t have to agree with his policies, you don’t have to like his past shenanigans, you don’t have to like his son, his wife, or his dog even ( if he has one). But I do expect that you should respect the office and not commit treason without some kind of consequence.

Ok folks. rant over!! Whew! Had to rein myself in on that one. So, I hope you all enjoy your Friday and are able to slide into your weekends smoothly and without obstruction. Be aware of the heat and keep yourself cool as best you can.

How about extra scritches and maybe a long walk or ride for the furry ones. They have waited all week for you to be off!

Hey check out the other pages on this blog, including an introduction to the furry support staff, recipes, and my artwork page! Oh and I left ya’ll the recipe for my Not Your Mom’s Shepherds Pie. Check it out on my Recipes you want to try page.

I love you all most ardently! And I know it’s hard, especially when it’s hot and muggy, and someone is straight ticking you off, but please keep in mind….

Play nice ya’ll…

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My daughter Kayla on Assateague Island the morning after Christmas 2017

 

 

 

Merry Christmas my peeps!

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Happy Christmas Eve Eve!! Hope all your shopping is done and you are allowed to relax and enjoy the quiet time before the storm. The furry support staff is happily munching away on breakfast. Am I the only one who loves that sound?

Had a most awesome dinner at Wimpie’s last night with one of my most favorite people, JP! If he hadn’t had to be in Virginia last night we would probably still be sitting at Wimpie’s. Our lunches or dinners usually go like that, 30 minutes to eat, hours to talk. It was great to see him!

Working an evening shift at the Barrel today and then working until 2 tomorrow, after that I am off for a week! Yipeee!  I need this one! This retail season has been especially stressful, littered with stressful people.

Why is it that folks feel it necessary to bully retail sales people? I mean seriously? That vintage ceramic Christmas tree you wanted, came out in freaking August! That was four months ago, did you honestly think they would still be around now, or did you think we were gonna save one especially for you cause we somehow miraculously knew you would be coming for it the week before Christmas? And honestly I don’t have the ability to shit one out. So, there is no need to get nasty with me or my manager, or even her boss, because none of us possess that talent! Oh and after you have asked myself or another 4 star skill trainer if we have a particular item and we have exhausted all avenues to make sure we don’t when we tell you we don’t, please don’t go to a Rising star and ask her to check for you. They are just figuring out where the cash registers and bathrooms are. If you send one into the back room to find something, it’s quite likely we won’t see her for a while because she will still be back in the stock room thirty minutes later still looking for the item we told you we absolutely do not have.

You tell me or another associate that we have an attitude, well quite frankly, no I didn’t have one until your special self came up. So, thank you for that!

And oh the joy of chip readers! Once I am finished ringing your purchases, the screen on the reader says and very clearly says “Enter Tip”. If you don’t want to enter a tip guess what you do? Press zero and OK! That’s all! Simple right?? Well apparently not that simple….if it asks you to enter your tip, why would you enter your total balance prior to tip? And then tell me I did something wrong? I have no control over what happens on that side of the cash stand, so that’s all on you Skippy.  Then we have the person who doesn’t read the screen at all and just stands there expecting the thing to take over and know what he or she wants. I’m sorry but I like my money and I want to know what’s going on with it. I’m not going to trust that a machine is going to know my wishes and respect my love for my money.  Could chip readers be a little more user friendly? Sure, but in this world of identity theft and folks liking your money at as much as you do it has to be somewhat difficult in order to protect the buyer. The lackadasical attitude towards your money ain’t gonna get ya nowhere but broke!

Two words…Pay Attention!

Oh wow! Sorry for this rant…it’s be a rough couple of weeks. In retail, the Joy of Christmas is when it’s finally over!

Anyhow, I hope you all have a most joyous and wonderful Christmas with your family and friends. Make sure you include the furry support staff, remember they have also stuck by you all year and loved you even when you didn’t like yourself much. Its hard to beat that kind of unconditional.

I love you all most ardently! Be careful on the roads, folks are crazy!

Merry Christmas to you all🎄

And please by all means even when you come across someone who isn’t carrying the spirit

Play nice y’all….

Welcome to My Contradictory Life

Welcome my homies, peeps, and any other hapless soul who may trip upon this blog.

I have been writing for My Contradictory Life for quite a while, but this is the first actual time it appears on something other than Facebook.

With this blog you will find all kinds of subject being approached, some may offend, some may be silly, and others might make you smile.  It is purely for entertainment, however if you smile or something provokes thought then that’s bonus!!

First I would like to introduce everyone to my furry support staff.  First is Jeb, a 10 year old Pembroke Welsh Corgi who is the ruler of this house. Second is my son’s 8 year old Australian Shepherd, Bailey, whom I call Meatball (will explain that in a future blog). Next we have the beautiful 5 year old Australian Shepherd, Minxy. She is my black beauty. Lastly, there is Sassy, a mouthy, but sweet soon to be 4 year old Pembroke Welsh Corgi. Whoever named Sassy pretty much pegged her from the start because though she is the smallest of the crew she is definitely the loudest!

Now, about me. I am Sharon. I am almost 55 years old, I was born the day Marilyn Monroe died so look that up and you will know when my next birthday will be.

I was born in Elmer NJ, raised in a small town in eastern North Carolina, Norfolk, and Portsmouth, Virginia. So I am a yankee born, southern transplant, but I am definitely a southern girl (and I use that term loosely).

I have been married twice, the first ending in divorce, the second left me a widow. I have two children, Kayla, 28 and Justin, 23.

I currently work for a major family style restaurant chain and I am an artist.

As an artist I have been a free lance cartoonist for a publishing company in Wheatridge CO, I have had work accepted into the Dog Museum in St. Louis, MO. and most recently I had a sketch that was purchased by the Chincoteague Natural History Assn. and turned into prints and note cards. My work can currently be viewed on my business Facebook page, CorgiNuts Sketches. I am a member of the Chincoteague Legacy Group which is a small group of people who pool their funds every July in order to purchase a pony that will be put back on the island to live out its life. I will probably explain more about that later.

I have many friends and acquaintances, but only a few truly close friends. My best friend, is Susan! We went to high school together and reconnected several years ago and have remained BFFs for quite a while.  She is an amateur photographer, who takes some amazing photos.  Some days I don’t know what I would do without her.

So, this is me, basically. I am like an onion, with so many different layers, so it may take a while to get to know me really well, but hopefully that will come in time.

More than anything I want this blog to be fun.  I will include recipes that I have tried, cleaning tips, health tips, pet tips, travel tips, and anything I feel should be passed along.  I hope that you all will pass this along and make it a part of your daily routine.

So again…..welcome to My Contradictory Life, the title I will explain in further detail in the next blog.

Today’s Featured Photo is a beautiful Black Swallowtail Butterfly. The photo was taken by Susan at the Chincoteague National Wildlife Refuge in Chincoteague, Virginia…..

That’s it for now. It’s a scorcher out there so keep in mind hydration and check on your furry support staff, makes sure they have plenty of fresh water available and shade. Extra scritches and an extra biscuit to them for their devotion and loyalty to you and please remember…..

Play nice ya’ll!!!!