Cleaning Out

I still feel like I'm trying to catch up from my holidays and busy photo season in that I'm still working on things that I've neglected for ages. Today I put in my new back up battery for my computer system and it prompted me to clean off my desk and a bunch of things that I've been stuffing into the little desk organizers. I found a bunch of random things that I need to scrapbook or something like unto it. But since I haven't scapped in years, I thought at least I could preserve them on this blog.

One of the things I found was an old calendar page from July 2006 that I'd saved. One was something I'd written down on the 5th, it said: Brynn said to me (while I was making peanut butter bars) "When you get done, can I lick the stirrups?"

Pretty cute, and I guess having a horse trainer for a mom had rubbed off on her already. Also on that calendar page, was an innocuous little note saying, "Nick came". Nick was a horse, a very special horse, who came to me on the 23rd of July 2006 and left on the 24th of July 2009. He was a horse that Marty's cousin got in lieu of a bad debt and sent to me because he couldn't handle him. This horse turned out to be my perfect partner and my dream horse and I was devastated - and still am - that his owner showed up with no warning and took him away. (And then took him home and found he didn't want him and later sold him to someone else, when he knew how badly I wanted him.) My photographer friend Molly took a photo of the two of us on a trail ride at work and emailed it to me a few months ago. I used to ride Nicky all over town with no bridle on at all - a previously uncontrollable horse. In this photo, we're just riding in his halter.

Such a pretty boy. Man, I loved that horse.

I also found a poem that Jaxon wrote for me on Mother's Day last year. I scanned it to have a digital copy because it's so great:




 Here's a translation since it's a little hard to read:

A MOM Poem.... a Moem :) :) by Jaxon

roses are red
violets are blue
all moms are special
especially uou

you help a lot
you work wonders
but how many moms
are horse trainers/photographers

Mom, you are cool
Mom, you are da-bomb
I have one last thing to say
.... I love you Mom

Jaxon

P.S.  you're a great mom, you're always there for us.You're working all day (and half the night) yet you still have time to be a mom. Love you.

Isn't that nice, he's a pretty amazing kid.

I also found a quote that I had hurriedly jotted down while listening to General Conference - I think it was by Elder Holland, but I'm not positive. Still, it was worth recording.

"Apparently, the Gospel is to comfort the afflicted and afflict the comfortable."

All of these things and many more have been stashed in slots on my desk for quite some time. It always feels good to muck things out.