Her Side Funnies

Twister in his glory years. (Photo by CAT Photography)

“It’s just criminal not to go riding up here more often,” I said to my friend Sarah. “Oh Be Joyful” was the name of the horse riding trail, and the Aspen trees were spectacular. The air smelled like fresh rain, and the blue sky seemed endless. It was even more special because I was taking my 26-year-old retired show horse, Twister, on the ride.

We set off, Sarah on Prince, and me aboard Twister, a palomino Quarter Horse. It is mountainous country and I made sure to give Twister plenty of rest breaks. We got about two miles out and were coming down this steep hill when suddenly Twister crashed to the ground, rolling his eyes back and acting, for all intents and purposes as if he were dead. (more…)

Mothers should NEVER be allowed to goof off with their jobs. (Photo courtesy of www.freeclipart.com)

Pancakes…with funny faces of mustard, and a sauerkraut mustache above the smile. Ben was unamused. “Can I have syrup?” he asked, poking at it with his fork.

I’m still hearing a lot about my “What’s for dinner” report card. You see, I’m all about fairness. What’s good enough for my kids is good enough for me. This concept took an unexpected turn when Ben was in seventh grade and was happily driving his teachers bananas by not turning in assignments when due, handing in part of an assignment, and basically goofing off in class. The teachers were beside themselves. “What can we do?” they asked. That’s when the following conversation/action plan took place. (more…)

I wondered what in the world could stink so bad and why in the world the post office would allow such packages to go through the mail. There, lurking in my dark mailbox was a small carton with no return address. (more…)

The whole ordeal started with the intention of saving a baby calf. *Photo courtesy of www.freeclipart.com

“You’re going to want some of these yourself!” the neighbor told my dad.

“Nah, I don’t think so. I don’t think my fences would hold them,” he replied. They were talking about the new buffalo trio the neighbor had just purchased. A pregnant cow with calf, and a bull. The neighbor, from Aspen, thought they would be a terrific investment, and couldn’t wait to get started. Dad, a little skeptical decided to let them settle in for a couple of weeks, then he took us to see the new woolly beasts. (more…)