I Hate Packing

As most everyone knows the USU head football was fired and since yesterday was the last game of the season we are now on the move. So today I decided that I would get the basement bedroom that we use as an office packed up. Even though the next school Jeff gets hired at pays for someone to come pack up our whole house I thought I would get a jump on clearing out some stuff before the realtor started showing the house. Let me just say I think that I do more damage packing then good. Even though I packed up a ton of boxes the room definatly looks worse then when I started. I guess I cant complain to much, while I was downstairs drinking a beer and packing, Jeff was upstairs working on the never ending job of painting. Anyways I am posting pics of what the room looked like when I quit for the day. It looks like hurricane Amanda hit but owe well.

Gidgets Newest Battle Wound

Sometimes I think that god loves to play tricks on me when it comes to my horses and the injuries they inflict on themselves. After everything we went through with Tiny and her "west nile" incident I would have thought I was good on injuries for awhile but I am realizing that its just not the case. Saturday morning I woke up with a million things to do before the football game. I needed to feed, pick up Mckenna, go get beer, etc etc etc. Well I got up and out of the house an hour before I had to pick up Mckenna so I figured screw it I would run out to the horses and then just drive back into to pick her up since I had plenty of time. Well as my make my way down the barn checking on all of the horses I get to Gidget and Waylons pen and she is standing right up against the corner which is out of character for her. I walk up to the gate to see whats up and thats when I see it. Her leg is covered in blood and I can see multiple open wounds. I literally say outloud "you got to be F****** kidding me right now." I know that I dont have the supplies at the barn to deal with this so I throw in her feed and run across the street to IFA. I get back and she is eating which makes me sigh in relief but once I get a good look at her leg it is nasty. I pull her out of her pen to better look at the cuts and I am releived to see that none are deep enough to need stitches but had I caught it earlier I probably would have had one of them stiched up. I get her cleaned with betadine which stings like heck so of course she starts kicking out at me and all bandaged up but by this time my clothes for the game are covered in sand and blood. I start to walk around to try and see what she caught herself on and thats when I see the fence. From the looks of it she must have kicked at Tiny through the fence and when she did her legs went through to rows of stock fencing. The fence was torn apart so I can imagine what it much have been like. Well at least it seems like she will be fine in a few weeks but I am hoping she learned a lesson about kicking the stock fencing....but I doubt it.

The Newest Addition to the Copp Family.

So last Friday I had to head to Preston to do a few things. On my way out of town I had to swing by my vets in Smithfield. To get to my vets I turn on the street that runs behind the Smithfield Livestock Auction. Whenever I drive by there I always take a peak and see what they have in the holding pens. Well on this particular day I spotted a very familiar horse. As I drove by I made contact with Pretty Boy, a paint horse that used to be owned by a guy that keeps his horses at the same place I do. I knew that John had sold Pretty Boy to this piece of crap guy Wayne in town who runs a very very lackluster rodeo. John made him the deal that he would not use him as a bucking horse but I knew that he had. So I immediatly call Wayne who of course doesnt answer so I call John and tell him what I saw. He tells me that Wayne told him he is going to just ride him at the auction to get him used to cows but I know that this is BS so I call the auction who in turn tells me who bought Pretty Boy. By now I am in Preston and tell my friend what is going on. He tells me that the guy who bought Pretty Boy is the killer buyer. I freak out call the guy and ask him if he will sell me the horse. He says yes and for $200 I now own my sixth horse. My mom goes with me to the auction to pick him up. We arent sure what to expect but after the guy gets him caught I say his name and hand him a treat. He puts his head on me as to say thank you for saving me. He was supposed to have been taken to slaughter two days before I found him but they forgot to stop and get him. Another example of everything happening for a reason. We get him loaded and head to the barn to look him over and see how bad of shape he is. As soon as we unloaded him he perked up when he realized where he was. This poor horses leg was so infected from two untreated wounds that it is swollen to twice his size, his mane is one giant knot, and he had bites and cuts all over his body. We got him all cleaned up and presentable and you could just tell he was happy. We have had him almost a week now and he is just amazing. Not only is he absolutly beautiful, he is the sweetest, kindest horse we own. We have just about gotten the infection cleared up and his twice daily "physical thearpy walks" have reduced the swelling to where his leg almost looks normal. I know there is a long road ahead to get him rideable after the unexcusable abuse he has suffered but in the end it will be worth it. And if I ever see Wayne again I just might cut his nuts off :).

Vegas Vacation

So this past Saturday was USU's first game of the season down at UNLV. To support Jeff, me and some of my friends...and John made the trek to Vegas. We started the trip with many dreams in sight, but the only dream that came true on this trip was me getting the yard long margarita that I had been craving for oh so long. Vegas vacation somehow turned into Vegas hell. We started our vacation at 4:30am Friday morning in my driveway. Pumped up and ready to go we start making our way to SLC. I thought that I had allowed ourselves plenty of travel time to make our 6:45am flight but as we pulled into the parking lot at 6:10am I found out just how wrong I was. As Im parking Daniel and Meghan make a run for the bus. They tell the driver to wait one minute cause 3 more are running to make it. The bus driver tells Daniel oh well and as Jessie, John, and I are sprinting to the bus with suitcases in tow the driver drives off in front of us. We figure that another bus will be right behind it and 10 minutes later it shows up. By now Im starting to freak out. We make it to the terminal at 6:30am, get our bags checked and run to security where Daniel and Meghan were waiting for us. They let us jump right thru the line and we are thinking we are going to actually make it. It is now 6:40am and the race in on. We are in full sprint to the gate, which of course was Southwest so I was the farthest gate possible. Im in the best shape of everyone but I chose to bring my laptop and school books so I was pretty much running with 20lbs on my arm. We make it to the gate at 6:43am, the plane is still there, we breathe a sigh of relief, and then.....THEY WOULDNT LET US ON!!!!! They lady at the gate told us that they knew we were trying to make the flight and they could see us running on the monitors but that they wanted to get on the tarmack early so they decided to leave with out us. I was on fire. Luckily they let us get on the next flight 45 minutes later and we didnt have to pay extra. We finally arive in Vegas and go to look for our bags. Mine comes out, Jessies comes out, Johns comes out...missing both its wheels, but Meghans and Daniels never show up. Turns out theirs were on the flight we missed so they got there before we did. After this we go get on the bus to the rental car place where I go to pick up our car, but they wont let me because my credit card is in Jeffs name....great. Luckily the guy at Enterprise knows one of the coaches Jeff works with so he let me put it on a debit card. We are finally off and running to the hotel. Once we get there I try and check in but low and behold I couldnt use Jeff's credit card again. This time I get pissed and they agree to check me in and except Jeffs card. By now I am ready to go upstairs, get in my bathing suit, and go have a cocktail at the pool. We go up stairs to our room, open the door, and of course they gave us a room with one double bed...one double bed for 5 people. I go back down stairs and after some bitching out we finally get the right room and all is well. The rest of the day goes great. We eat, we drink, we gamble, and all is merry. Later that night we go to the strip for an awesome sushi dinner. 10pm rolls around and I have to run back to our hotel 15 minutes away to pick up Jeff. Jessie decides to go with me and of course we end up sort of lost in some seedy industrial end of town. Eventually we make it back on the freeway and to the hotel. The rest of the night goes fine and by 1am we all just wanted to go to bed. The next day we all head to the strip early to do some shopping before the game. We are at the forum shops at Caesers and Jessie and I decide to go in a lingerie store. Next thing we know John Meghan and Daniel were no where to be found. We walk around forever trying to call and find them with no luck. Finally we just decide to go to the bar because our giant margaritas are now empty and we are feeling a little parched. While we are there John calls demanding that we find him so he doesnt have to spend anymore time in Express with Daniel (John is the the anti-shopper where as Daniel is like a girly shopper). I leave the bar quickly and Jessie and I go find John. Well I left in such a hurry I forgot to grab my damn shopping bags. Of course I dont realize it till we are already back in the car. I call the bar and they say they will hold them for me. We all go to the game...an hour late because I forgot about the damn time change...USU loses....then its back to the strip. I send John and Jessie into the forum to go to the bar to get my bags which takes them 45 minutes. They have to bust through the doors and argue with the bus boys to get my stuff but they do it. Unfortunatly they lost me as I am driving around everywhere. Eventually I make my way down the strip to where I left Daniel and Meghan and we set out to track down John and Jessie. After I yelled at them and hung up on them multiple times they started walking the strip towards where I picked up Daniel. We finally fine them as John is dancind on the sidewalk being harassed by a cop....can this night get any better. John and Jessie run and jump in the car and we take off. We had huge plans for that night but after all of that we just decide to go to our hotel and go out there. Unfortunatly by the time we got back we were all to exhausted to do anything...except John and Jessie who went out drinking till 3am and were overly loud when they decided to come back. We have to get up at 7am to make our flight home and by some chance we actually did it. All in all it was a fun trip and a crappy trip all rolled into one. I was definatly ready to come home and was just glad to make it back in one piece.

I am a Blogger...Whohoo

So I have jumped on the blogger bandwagon...thanks Lindsay and Abbey. Either way I thought it might be fun to set up a blog to keep in touch with everyone being that most of mine and Jeffs family are strung all over the world. Considering how crazy and random our life is I figure why not share it with everyone. From fiestas to football we always have a good time. So sit back, relax, and enjoy.