Work for a friend ↠ Become a Babysitter

So I have a job *smiles and waves*. Ok, actually I have 4 jobs *bows*....I work at a horse farm. 

It has been a blast and I am generally alone when I work so lots of time to think *will there be fishing in heaven?* *or hunting* *why did God create mares* *starts to cry* Yes, I am a country girl...no way out anymore. :) I mean, my job involves scooping poop. Ain't done in heels, I'll tell you that. So a couple weeks ago I was filling in for my friend and it turned out to be a craaazzzzyyyy day. Sit back and get ready to read my struggles. They are real folks.

My boss was down at the barn already...*gulps and keeps walking* She is great, nothing against her. Just pressure you know? A owner of one of the horses was in the tack room. We introduced and all that jazz and then I realized we were wearing the same sweatshirt......*gasps* *keeps a straight face*
"Oh hey, we have the same sweatshirt!" *smiles and ignores the fact about how creepy it was* *shivers*

So my boss said to me, "I know that you are supposed to be working *quickly starts mucking stalls* but would you mind babysitting our cat (Tigger) for us?" *blinks* 

"Sure. What do you want me to do?" (my resume is going to be sooooo weird....babysits cats, climbs on combines, mows fields with windrower, packs a killer punch and can look 12 while being 18, *sighs*)

"Oh just call this number if you hear a cat fight. Sheba has tried to kill Tigger 2x now." 

"okkkkaaayyyy......*unexperienced cat breaker upper against experienced killer cat* *GREAT* I'll keep my ears peeled." 

Went back to mucking stalls. Everything was fine until I heard a cat meow. Awww, Tigger is meowing.....wait a minute. I should go and check on him.

I ran outside and there streaking towards little gray Tigger was Sheba. All black mass floating over the ground towards him. "SHEBA!!!!! STTOOOOPPPP!!!! NOOOOO!!" I ran over to the black and gray mess and quickly contemplated what to do. *looked at my hands* *nope* So I jumped up and down and yelled at Sheba. It worked!!! I grabbed Tigger and he let out the loudest, longest and deepest growl. Gah! So cute! I ran back into the barn and used the phone in the tack room. *whaaattttt?....it has a cord??? wonders never cease*  They came down, brought Queen Sheba back to the house and lets just say I was highly praised. *grins smugly* 

 Anyways, I finally finished everything in the barn and it was time to bring the horses in. Always exciting....*little sarcasm little excitement*  ok, confession....I almost got stomped on by a mare (don't ask how) and then got bitten by her when I tried to move her. #ihatemares They are really really really extremely messy. no joke. So, I brought one mare into the barn. She successfully slammed me into the door and knocking the wind out of me...and I didn't give her an apple. *sticks out tongue and runs* And everything went well despite the fact that the pony didn't fit into the halter. I could feel his disgust...*sighs* 

So I was down to the last horse to bring in......drumroll please.....bbbbrrrrrrr. Her name is Tacit. Beautiful horse, messy stall. She wasn't coming when I called her *grrrrr* I stormed out into her pasture. "TACIT!!!! COME ON!!!! (I have a short temper) Picked her head up and kept eating....dragged myself over to her and tugged her to the gate. *yay* She starts to freak out! *I super hate you right now* *cries* She bolts down the path and back out to her field. Running around and neighing. Mood swing? Eventually she came back and let me put the halter on her. 

This job has been fun...*smiles* but I still can't get up the manure hill to dump the wheelbarrow....*covers eyes and moans* It will be more exciting in the winter. This was all to say...this wouldn't have happened to me if I had filled in. But I did. And I am filling in again this upcoming week again!! 

                                              
                                       would you have filled in??





   

Back from the Dead // Testing 1,2,3

Hello....*testing* Is this working? Yes! I see words being splashed across the screen...*wait..that's me?* 

Victory!! :) Haha! You can't get rid of me that fast! *ducks a hook and trips*

Oh, I should clarify. Me is Christina. And I am very random. Just thought I should warn you *gets distracted by my brother opening something loud and crunchy... oh, just crystal light*

  I was knocked off my feet literally *coughing, brushes off and sheepishly grins* by life and school. I am proud to say that I, yes I, *glares at the doubtful glances* finished high school!!! *bows and then remembers I still have math* Oh well. It was a totally crazy time. I mean I had an open house, an actual graduation ceremony and lots of other stuff. So crazy *still reeling around feeling clueless with life*

I am not going to college this school year. *gasp* Yeah, I know! Shocking. No, I just needed to wait and let God point me in the direction I need to go. *sitting waiting patiently...sorta* 

I have so many ideas of what I want to do but not sure of where to go yet. So while I am sitting around at home doing nothing *coughs..just as busy as when I was in high school* 

I have decided to blog again. Yay!! I want to bore you with my simple, country girl life. *trying to think of what to write about next and failing* Well, ideas don't come immediately but I know they will flood me in my bed. *sigh* 

But anyways, life is good. *sitting here smiling* I am truly blessed. I will be back with thrilling adventures! Until then, keep up the good work and enjoy your school *sits back while eating grapes and reading Ben Hur*-- great movie btw go and see it!!!

Even Though School's Started, I'm Still Alive!!!

 Hey y'all! Just thought I'd update you on my 2014-15 school year! I'm sorry if all you get is my school, but hey, admit it. Challenge III is interesting!! :)

Here are two of the poems that I wrote this past week. For the first one, all I was required to do was go through the dictionary and find words that sounded neat. It didn't matter what they meant.  Then I had to assemble them into a poem that didn't need to make sense.  Fun! :)

The Hullabaloo of Junket

Disparity sighs and sashimi swims. 
Quarrys of bees swarm while shoals lightly shimmer.
Puckish people selling blurbs, yammering all the while.
Senile boats rest on small pit-a-pats. 
Mizzen smoke over fires.
The sun chases the rubellas.
Heigh-ho, as the junket is off to go garbling.

This next poem is based off of a childhood memory.

--GRACE--

It was 2003, 
It was my sister and me. 
Getting ready for church, 
Not wanting to be late.

Doing the usual routine,
Brush your hair and brush your teeth.
"Don't forget your Bible"
We sparkled and shone.

She was heading out the door,
I was begging her to wait.
Shoving my feet into shiny, black shoes,
While racing to the car.

To my left stood our neighbor's house,
Quiet. Still. Waiting.
Their truck sitting patiently in their drive
Told me they hadn't left for church.

Two hours later
My sister and I were chattering about the play.
We were finally in the cast
And choosing who we'd invite.

When speed bumps told me
We were almost home. 
I saw a sight that made me hush...

A big, black pickup, 
Wishing he'd been driven today.
At that moment I'd made up my mind, 
And I was going to follow through.

A few short days later,
I found my feet running next door.
My little hand reached up.

3 rapid knocks and the door creaked open.
Silence fell. 
"Mr. and Mrs. Ihlenburg,
will you come to church to see my play?"

All it took was a question
And the Holy Ghost to change 2 hearts.
They became family to us,
And we called them from then on
"Uncle" Andy and "Aunt" Rhonda.

Soon after his change of heart,
Uncle Andy met his Savior.
We were crestfallen at his departure,
But exulted in his new life.

God makes glory through little things. 

I hope you enjoyed those!! I (hopefully) will be posting more often.
~Christina J.