Wednesday, October 1, 2008
For Sale $1500.00 OBO
Foothills Cappuccino aka CC4 yr old triple registered mare.
FQHA, NFQHA, AQHA
A/A, e/e
14.2hh
Has just been started under saddle.
email for more info. lapetix2000@yahoo.com
Serious inquiries only please.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Geeze
It's been quite a bit since I've posted anything anywhere!
Since I got promoted, I don't have any time to do much of anything. My days start earlier then I'd like and end much later then I'd like. At night, when I finally get a chance to sit down for a bit, my legs hurt so badly the crampisomehow I have to get used to this. I don't know how. My feet, OMG, they hurt so horribly that they have woken me up at night. The problem is, my legs and feet Should be used to it already. I've been doing this for almost a full year. Now I can sit down once in awhile, but it's not easy when the employees don't want to do thier job.
One of my major pet peeves is a couple of my guys, are giving me a hard time. I've had to write each one of them up for something or other, mostly for not opening the store on time. I HATE writing anyone up for anything. The act alone makes me angry. But as of yesterday, I was Supposed to have started my "vacation". Yeah right. I should have known that the smarter thing to do would have been to cancel the whole damn thing. But no, I'm stubborn. I need NEED sometime to back up and regroup. So yesterday, the person assigned to open the store, neglected to get the keys from me so the store could be opened on time. Which led to me having to go in and open the store. I ended up working for a few hours then I felt safe enough to cut out. Then todayl, the Security company calls me and says the store isn't open 15 minutes after it was supposed to have opened. Damn it! So again, I get dressed and have to go into the store. Thankfully the person who's supposed to have been there is there at this point, but, still late. So this means of course I have to write him up YET again. This of course pisses me off, pisses him off to no end, but what choice do I have? The Security company had already informed the District Office and Corporate that the store wasn't open, someone is responsible, and that someone is me, cause whatever my employees do, I have to answer for. What a predicament this puts me into. So now I know I'm going to be written up myself because this is his 3 write up for this very thing and I'm going to be having to pay the piper on this. This makes me angrier.
Why OH why do I allow myself to be put into situations like this? I have got to find a good missle ground. I admit, I'm having difficulty going from emmplyee to manager, it's not as easy as one would think. The amount of responsibilty doens't bother me at allk, it's the lack of respsect that I get from the employees. It's not all of them, but there are a couple who think of me still as thier equal. I try very hard to treat everyone the same and as equals. But they have a line that should not be crossed. One is of course not doing thier job(s), being sexually explicit, making a lot of luid comments and of course not showing up on time or at all for thier shift. They all know how to do thier job, but for some reason, they just do not want to do it.
I've been told I need to get the bitch factor and start to really hammer down. I guess I need to get that bitch factor in motion and keep it that way for a bit. Sigh......
Since I got promoted, I don't have any time to do much of anything. My days start earlier then I'd like and end much later then I'd like. At night, when I finally get a chance to sit down for a bit, my legs hurt so badly the crampisomehow I have to get used to this. I don't know how. My feet, OMG, they hurt so horribly that they have woken me up at night. The problem is, my legs and feet Should be used to it already. I've been doing this for almost a full year. Now I can sit down once in awhile, but it's not easy when the employees don't want to do thier job.
One of my major pet peeves is a couple of my guys, are giving me a hard time. I've had to write each one of them up for something or other, mostly for not opening the store on time. I HATE writing anyone up for anything. The act alone makes me angry. But as of yesterday, I was Supposed to have started my "vacation". Yeah right. I should have known that the smarter thing to do would have been to cancel the whole damn thing. But no, I'm stubborn. I need NEED sometime to back up and regroup. So yesterday, the person assigned to open the store, neglected to get the keys from me so the store could be opened on time. Which led to me having to go in and open the store. I ended up working for a few hours then I felt safe enough to cut out. Then todayl, the Security company calls me and says the store isn't open 15 minutes after it was supposed to have opened. Damn it! So again, I get dressed and have to go into the store. Thankfully the person who's supposed to have been there is there at this point, but, still late. So this means of course I have to write him up YET again. This of course pisses me off, pisses him off to no end, but what choice do I have? The Security company had already informed the District Office and Corporate that the store wasn't open, someone is responsible, and that someone is me, cause whatever my employees do, I have to answer for. What a predicament this puts me into. So now I know I'm going to be written up myself because this is his 3 write up for this very thing and I'm going to be having to pay the piper on this. This makes me angrier.
Why OH why do I allow myself to be put into situations like this? I have got to find a good missle ground. I admit, I'm having difficulty going from emmplyee to manager, it's not as easy as one would think. The amount of responsibilty doens't bother me at allk, it's the lack of respsect that I get from the employees. It's not all of them, but there are a couple who think of me still as thier equal. I try very hard to treat everyone the same and as equals. But they have a line that should not be crossed. One is of course not doing thier job(s), being sexually explicit, making a lot of luid comments and of course not showing up on time or at all for thier shift. They all know how to do thier job, but for some reason, they just do not want to do it.
I've been told I need to get the bitch factor and start to really hammer down. I guess I need to get that bitch factor in motion and keep it that way for a bit. Sigh......
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Fireworks and Horses Do NOT mix
On the 4th, there was the "typical" local celebrations, food, fun and fireworks. Each nyear at night, I make sure I'm home. So that If and when the horses freak out and bust through the fence, I can catch them and settle them down. This 4th was no exception. I was home. Fireworks were let off, the horses didn't freak to badly, a little running around and such, but not much fan fair all in all. Or so I thought.
Early on the 5th, Sabrina came running into the house and said she thought one of the horses was hurt really badly. It looked like she had a broken leg is what she said. She saw another horse kicking the tar out of her and Tink fall.
The only thing we could come up with is at some point someone had lit off a firework close enough to really scare the youngun's and they freaked out.
I contacted a vet and designed a treatment plan specifically for her, that would work IF she had had a soft tissue injury/ puncture wound / infection. I had hoped that treating her with meds and a LOT of hosing would help the swelling go down and prayed that it was a soft tissue injury.
Today, I knew from the first moment I set my eyes on her that it wasn't a puncture wound that eluded me or a soft tissue injury. The swelling had grown significantly. Originating from her stifle the swelling went all the way down to her hock. I called the vet for Xrays. The first vet came out and did regular xrays. Then hussled back to the clinic to develop them. To no avail. She came back with Dr. John and the digital radiograph.
The new pics were taken, and lo and behold there were breaks. The stifle was on the opposite side of where it was supposed to be. The growth plate was fractured, the tibia was fractured. It was bad. The injuries were so bad, that she could not be saved. No matter how much I would have wanted, no matter how much money it would have cost, it would have all been in vain.
Rest in Peace my sweet little gal. I will always remember you and you will always hold a special place in my heart. I'll see you at the Rainbow Bridge some day.
Early on the 5th, Sabrina came running into the house and said she thought one of the horses was hurt really badly. It looked like she had a broken leg is what she said. She saw another horse kicking the tar out of her and Tink fall.
The only thing we could come up with is at some point someone had lit off a firework close enough to really scare the youngun's and they freaked out.
I contacted a vet and designed a treatment plan specifically for her, that would work IF she had had a soft tissue injury/ puncture wound / infection. I had hoped that treating her with meds and a LOT of hosing would help the swelling go down and prayed that it was a soft tissue injury.
Today, I knew from the first moment I set my eyes on her that it wasn't a puncture wound that eluded me or a soft tissue injury. The swelling had grown significantly. Originating from her stifle the swelling went all the way down to her hock. I called the vet for Xrays. The first vet came out and did regular xrays. Then hussled back to the clinic to develop them. To no avail. She came back with Dr. John and the digital radiograph.
The new pics were taken, and lo and behold there were breaks. The stifle was on the opposite side of where it was supposed to be. The growth plate was fractured, the tibia was fractured. It was bad. The injuries were so bad, that she could not be saved. No matter how much I would have wanted, no matter how much money it would have cost, it would have all been in vain.
Rest in Peace my sweet little gal. I will always remember you and you will always hold a special place in my heart. I'll see you at the Rainbow Bridge some day.
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