Cool weather! Cool weather! I am positively euphoric. Now all I need is a nice warm body to snuggle up with . . . but I digress. This is the weirdest class. We have the simplest assignments ever, and I've got 100% on everything I've taken and turned in so far. Next week our assignment is a 'Time Management Project' and all she wants is a one week schedule of what we do all week. She said copying the calendar/planner we have for daily use and giving it to her would be fine. I'm not gonna complain! I seriously hope this weather sticks around for a while though. My skin is drying out, my lips are starting to crack, but I am SO happy. It's really hard to get me in a bad mood when it's like this. Although, on the note of wanting a warm body to cuddle with . . . yeah, that's the dumb thing about the cold. It turns me into a sappy, hopeless romantic. Of course, me being pretty much a recluse doesn't help much, but I've yet to find my new 'niche' in the community. Not working, I don't really see people like I used to, and I don't belong to any local churches. They're all so . . . wishy washy? I guess that would be the right term. And I'm tired of most of them hyping up their bands and musicians and selling all kinds of CD's and concert tickets, as well as dressing like thugs and drug dealers for Sunday service, all behind the guise of 'Awesome worship!' There is nothing awesome about a bunch of teenagers playing in a band and leading the congregation in a chorus of 'Thank you God, you are so awesome' for 20x. I guess it's all a matter of opinion, but I had to get on that soapbox for a bit. We've been going to the church I was in from the time I was 15-20 and it's alright, even though ALL of my female friends are married with kids and some even divorced and raising the fruits of a one night stand. And the guys? The ones that aren't married are scattered everywhere, so I don't see any of them anymore either. Oh well. Time will tell, I suppose.
I promised new Echo pics last post, so here we go! Being a September baby, his coat is really weird. His face is trying to shed out it's baby coat, but since it's coming up on winter, the rest of him is as fuzzy as ever. I love to touch and kiss his little nosey though, it's unlawfully soft. It was a rainy day when I took these last week, so excuse how sloppy he is.

Yeah, that second one is a total Dr. House impression, LOL! See how dark his coat is underneath though? Cool!

"I'm so ticked off that I'm
molting!"
^ That would be why they are called the 'baby fuglies' at this stage. We still love him though. And look what I found in Sweet Tart's old baby book (Yep, you read that right! We have a lock of her hair in it and everything). Though you might enjoy seeing this - It's Spunky! AKA Sweet Tart's Daddy-O and Gramps to Sawyer and Echo. He was such a good horse. Not sure what he's up to these days, we sold him to a certified John Lyons trainer in '00 and last I heard, his son had started him barrel racing. Handsome bugger, no?

*hugs everyone* Hope you're all having a good week!
Oh, and the last 30 seconds of Flash Forward last week? Freaking EPIC. He seems like such a self-important asshole and I'm loving it XD