Yesterday, we brought home the newest arrival of the family; meet Lexi, my new Border Collie Australian Shepherd mix. She’s about 11 months old, very smart, and a sweet, pretty girl. She has quite a bit of energy, but she calms down quite well once she sees that nothing is going on. She seemed to really enjoy the drive home, and hopped right up into and out of the truck when I asked her to. She’s a bit nervous around my cat Cinnamon now, and he isn’t too impressed about her either at the moment, but I know they’ll learn to love each other soon enough. I brought her out to meet Destiny and Molly this morning, and while she seemed to be a bit timid around them as well, they were quite interested in her and I think they’ll get along just fine. She’s very playful and is settling in great! :)
On Wednesday, Jacob and I brought Destiny and Molly home. Usually, we walk them over, but he was convinced he could ride Destiny, so we decided to try that. I wasn’t sure how Destiny would react to having a new rider outside of the property (considering how spooky she can be), but she did really well! Molly, of course, is always good.
He tried riding her bareback too. He admitted, at least, that riding her is kind of “squirrely,” which I laughed at. She’s very sensitive and it’s pretty obvious once you’re on her back!
So the horses are home now, probably for the next couple of weeks. It’s so good to have them home! I’m hoping to take Destiny out riding on some trails in the next couple of weeks while she’s home. :)
My family is where I gain my inspiration for blogging. We always seem to find a way to look on the bright side of every situation. I don’t know where I would be without them. They make my life what it is. :)
Last weekend, there was a cake auction in my village and my brother made a fancy “orange pop” cake for it. Unfortunately, on the drive over, the cake cracked in the middle and a piece fell off. My brother wrote on the auction sheet, “Broken but special,” which I think made a couple of other people bid on it. Poor cake – but it’s a nice story!
Here are a couple of other photos from the weekend!
Here are my Rules of Pizza Etiquette “to keep the integrity of the pizza,” as invented by Mal and me. I wrote this list originally as a note on my phone. When I tried to bring my phone back to iOS 9 (as opposed to 10), it deleted all of my notes, so I thought I lost this one until I found a screenshot I had saved about a year ago. When I finally found it, I decided it was finally time to share these rules with the world!
Rules of Pizza Etiquette and the Pizza Treaty of 2015
- You must eat your pizza right-side up at all times (that is, with the toppings facing up).
- You must eat your pizza starting from the tip.
- You must not tear, cut, or otherwise mangle your pizza (biting it doesn’t count because biting is what pizzas are made for).
- You must not dip your pizza in any substance of any kind.
- You must not fold your pizza or attempt to make it smaller in any way.
- You must NEVER EVER EVER joke about the pizza or make fun of it, or insult or degrade it in any way.
- You must never stop eating mid-slice. You must finish the whole slice before putting it down.
- You may not share a slice of pizza. You must eat the whole slice yourself. (The crust doesn’t count. If you want to give your crust to your friend, that is allowable as long as all other pizza rules are followed.) Exceptions may be made for extra-large pizza slices.
- You must enjoy EVERY bite of your pizza.
- You must never complain about the pizza.
- You must never discuss the pizza at any time other than while you are eating it. To keep the integrity of the pizza, you must not disclose any information pertaining to the pizza to anyone besides fellow pizza-eaters.
- You must not fling your pizza at anyone or pretend to fling your pizza at anyone.
- You must treat the pizza as an equal and hold it to the highest standard.
- When you burp while eating pizza, you must not say “excuse me” or any variation of those words, or you will offend the pizza, which breaks rule #6.
- You must never eat pizza without garlic fingers or garlic bread.
This list is, of course, just for fun, and a joke we made about the way my parents were eating their pizza (for example, eating it with a fork and knife and dipping it in sauce). Is there anything you would add to or remove from this list? How do you like to eat your pizza? Let me know in the comments! :)
I am definitely not a car person, as you can probably tell….. Mal and Jacob make fun of me for all the stupid things I’ve said all the time. xD (On the bright side, maybe I’ve learned something since then? But don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll end up saying more stupid stuff in the future.) Anyway, here are some of the funny things that have happened in the past year.
Last year, we were on our way down the road with a load of tires on a wagon, so we could put them on a car we were going to drive. My mom met us along the way, and we had to explain to her that we were not, in fact, taking the tires for a walk. “No, Mom, we’re just taking them for a walk! We thought they needed some air!” No pun intended. I changed one of the tires—it’s not quite as complicated as my grade 9 home etiquette course suggested—but while I was trying to tighten one of the nuts, my hand slipped and I faceplanted into the side of the car and then fell. Then I was playing with the wheel nuts. The boys were talking about the starter, and meanwhile I slid all the nuts onto my fingers and then hung my fingers upside down and proudly declared, “I’m hanging nuts from my fingers!”
While working on one of Jacob’s cars (the black one from last June/July), I was telling him about my friend Allison. I said, “She hit a pothole and the rim came off!” Mal looked at me and said, “…don’t you mean the hubcap?” Apparently, those are different. “I hope you didn’t tell anyone else that. ‘Yeah she was driving and then her whole rim just like came off and rolled across the road!'” Yeah, let’s hope I didn’t tell anyone else that. xD
Last summer, while we were eating ice cream in town, sitting on the back deck of the ice cream place, a fancy blue car pulled into the parking lot and here was our conversation:
Jacob: It’s a standard.
Me (to Mal): Only he would point that out. I would say that it’s blue, but he’ll explain what kind it is, the transmission, what kind of tires it has…
Jacob: …how much gas is left in the tank…
Me: Yeah, how much gas is left in the tank…
Jacob: And it’s a 2.2 litre.
Me: I don’t know what that means. My car takes a lot more than 2.2 litres of gas.
Jacob: It’s oil, not gas.
Jacob: Hey, how many spark plugs does your four wheeler have? Four?
Me: What’s a spark plug?
Jacob: You don’t know what a spark plug is?
Jacob: I can tell you where the crankshaft is.
Me: *laughing* Crankshaft…xD
Jacob: You can find something funny about everything.
Me: Yup! Yup I can! *laughing so hard I can barely breathe*
Car: *drives away*
Me: *listens* Maybe it is a standard…
After I had my winter tires put on my car, we were talking about getting rims for my car and they checked the size. It was 14. A couple of days later, this conversation happened, and all I could remember was ’14’ but I couldn’t remember exactly what it was for.
Jacob: What size are your tires?
Jacob: Okay, the rims are 14. What size are the tires? 215?
By the way, 175. xD He checked. xD
Well, it’s June, but it sure doesn’t feel like it! It’s been a fairly cold, rainy June so far in my part of the country. On the other hand, at least it isn’t wintery cold! I’m sharing a poem I wrote 3 years ago about a particularly icy winter we had, to try to make us grateful that it’s at least as warm as it is!
The Icy Barn Door
Hailstones pelt my face as I walk,
Endlessly across snow hard as a rock;
Angling my path to the top of the hill,
Pausing when wind blows so hard I stand still.
Barn lock is frozen, coated with ice,
Hammer’s over here, hit it twice;
Chipping ice away from the bolt and the edge,
Icicles so solid they’ve formed a wedge.
Barn door is finally open now,
Creaked jarringly wide with a cracking sound;
Wind blows door, almost pinning me inside,
Have to use all my strength to open it wide.
Pick up the hammer to de-ice the latch,
Pushing hard on the door when the wind tries to catch;
Finally get the barn door secured,
When the blizzard begins and whiteout obscures.