I have been online all weekend trying to find a boyfriend/husband for the girls. Can I just say this is going to be difficult. So many handsome fellas...so little money. There was one guy that was $50,000 he was pretty but not that pretty. That would be like the movie Pretty Woman. My girls aren't rich and neither is their owner. These are some of my picks. This first one Polo Fields Brix would make beautiful baby's with Rita, but they are both a few years away from the responsibility's of parent hood lol. And then there is Pro's Caliber who is awesome and quite experienced with the ladies. I really like Suri Peaks Zakar but he is going to put a dent into the pocketbook. It is so confusing when you don't know what your looking for. Hubby is going to take me to the National Western Stock show in Denver this weekend. I am going to be sitting on the judges laps asking a million questions like a curious 4 year old. Yeah... I would probably be escorted out by security.
I found a vet from a few towns over that was willing to make a house call on a Saturday. We were trying to do a pregers test on En Vogue. En Vogue is a bitch...a really mean one. There was four of us sitting/laying/pushing on her and we just barely got enough blood for the test. If she was pregnant she probably aborted. I really don't think she is pregnant but I am hoping!
Buddha tried to commit suicide yesterday...the dumb little shit ran into the alpaca pen like he knew what he was doing?? Honda Ronda reared up on her back feet and came down inches away from him. I had 37 heart attacks before I could catch him...he thought we were all playing with him. grrrr. I have to teach him to "come" bewwwwwaaahahaha.
I got another card from the crazy mother. She basically said that I can't change the past so I should grow up and act like an adult. I really would like to right something back but I will be the grown up in this sick little situation. The funny thing is on the back of the envelope it said "Good Letter", hubby and I both started laughing. There is no such thing as a good letter from her. I must be getting a handle on the situation...it bothered me for about 3 seconds and then I read the rest of my mail, while muttering something about being a crazy bitch.
Did you notice my wallpaper? I did it all by myself...yay me. It doesn't really match the rest of the blog...but I got it on there so I will now become Sybil the second.