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Sciatica ≤ “Creativica”

I am very heavily sedated. I am on 3 wonderful medications including a prescription Tylenol, hydrocodone, and prednisone. I have been diagnosed with a sever case of sciatica… in layman’s terms that means my vertebrae is pinching my sciatic nerve which then causes severe shooting pains from the small of my back to the heel of my foot. It’s pretty awful.

But I have found a new friend in hydracodone. When I’m not completely unconscious, I find myself incredibly chatty about the most random of subjects or playing on Photoshop. I mostly Photoshop due to the fact that my husband is at work and I’m laid up in bed.

So here are my narcotic creations:

I was hoping this one would look like 3 pieces of canvas layered. Not sure I got my desired effect, but close enough.3inone 







And Lastly, my favorite:watercolor


The Great Porcupine Debacle

I wanted to share this story with you all because well, now that I look back on it (from 10 –15 minutes ago) it’s really funny.
Background story: My dogs have been getting out… anywhere from 2-3 times a day. My biggest dog weighs 80lbs and knows exactly how big he’s gotten. He enjoys throwing his weight around and often if you’re bending over to pet him, he enjoys going right through your legs hitting your bum with his head while sitting down at the same time and literally throwing you forward. I’m telling you, he knows what he’s doing!

Anyway, he loves to bat things with his front paws and will angle himself to the bottom of our OLD wooden fence and push and push until he breaks the boards… Two boards and he fits through.  Anyway, to make a long story short, all 3 wandered out one night and 2.5 hours of searching  (9-11:30pm) in the dark I found them 20 feet from my house coming out of the cotton field. Upon a morning light investigation, while headed to the vets to get the big dog er, “tutored,”  I found my male basset (actually the fastest of the 3, if you can believe that) had 3 or 4 very small (about 2 inches) porcupine quills in his chest. I pulled them out VERY easily and set them on the console of the truck for further investigation when not operating a motor vehicle. Once they were examined I threw them out. Or so I thought. Tonight the boogers were attempting to break out again after dark. I ran to my truck to grab my flashlight so I could see the hole and determine if I would fix it tonight. As I was scrambling around in my truck I managed to find one of those “thrown out” porcupine quills with the tip of my finger.
Don’t laugh! It looks tiny but it was ferocious! For 2 hours I wrestled with it, I cried, I begged the hubby to come home and pull it out for me, I cried some more. I yanked, and soaked it and pulled and dug at it but the sucker would NOT budge. The hubby read online to cut it because quills actually have a vacuum on them. I used wire cutters to cut it down to about a 1/4 of an inch. Then he told me I should soak it in vinegar to soften and “shrivel” the quill.  This is a laughable statement. There was NO shriveling to speak of! After realizing I had not other choice… I grabbed a rubber band and (in what is probably not the recommended removal method) wrapped the tip of my finger tight enough to lose circulation and feeling. Then I soaked it for 10 seconds in vinegar and pulled. I’m happy to report that I’m now quill free. Though the vinegar was then able to get in my wound and that stung like the dickens!
That friends, is the closest I’ve ever been to a porcupine. :)



It has only just occurred to me recently (as in the last 10 minutes) how I’ve become a much more visual person. About 8-10 years ago I would have classified myself as a poet. I was good with words and could write a (good) 6 or 8 page paper in a day. I was a connoisseur of vocabulary. I suppose this is something like a foreign language in that, if you don’t continue the practice, you lose the ability. My dear blog reader(s) I have lost this ability. I’ve found over the last 3 or 4 years that this blog has been in existence that the amount of pictures in my posts have increased and the amount of words have decreased exponentially. This astounds me (I’m trying to reach with my vocabulary here, can you tell?). I should try harder to document my life, not because it’s interesting to the general public by any means, but because I hope one day my great grandchildren will find what we did in our past time as interesting as I find what my grand parents and great grandparents did in their pastimes…

Ok enough gibber-gabber. On to the pictures! For the last 5 years I have been dreaming about making it to the World Equestrian Games in Lexington, KY. They are like the Olympics but for horse sports. Held every 4 years in a different location but never once have they been held in America, until this year. This was the first time for America to host and I was bound and determined to make it. Well, by golly I did! I drove 7 hours from Lubbock to San Antonio. 3 hours from San Antonio to Houston. From Houston I rode with my friend 14 hours to Nashville, TN and from Nashville another 4 hours to Lexington, KY. We camped for 4 nights and endured 3 days of grueling heat and freezing cold nights. It was a blast.

To the pretty horses!

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Don’t Laugh… I had lens envy. IMG_2311

pip, pip, cheerio.