July 4th weekend..

Wednesday Morning..  I got up and decided I was going to go to work early to do some stupid paperwork...  I load up the pups and get ready to get in the truck and I see a trailer in the middle of the driveway...
I'm thinking.. what the hell is this...
so I go back in the house and tell my cowboy about it.. he comes out.. and confirms it was not our trailer.... so then he says call the ranch hand fella.. so I did.. and he said that his truck was gone.. and I was like WHAT? Call the sheriff... well.. he comes over to us.. and we are all standing there and I'm like you need to report your truck stolen.. here's the number.. and he starts stalling.. i'm like.. well.... you did own that truck right? and he says he had taken out a title loan to go to the beach... (insert me rolling my eye and saying freaking really?) you don't go to the beach if you ain't got the money...
well... come to find out they repossessed his truck.. and while they were doing that.. they tore up my 16' gate to the horse pasture...
boy were we pissed..


Well then we went down to Georgia to see what they were up to and to compete with those people..
I really forgot how much the people in that area just suck.
First off. In the email that we got, it said "no saving rv spots and no assigned ones"
So, they were expecting 150+ people, so that meant, get down there as soon as humanly possible to secure yourself a spot..
Therefore; Thursday morning, my cowboy headed off to Georgia, and I was driving down after I got off of work.
he got there and got a spot, and a friend of ours took the spot across from us.
I get down there and there seems to be no problems so far...
until Friday.  It was our anniversary of getting together and we decided to drive up to Helen and have lunch and spend the day doing what we wanted to do.. we got there and had a Great lunch at my favorite german place up there..

I have a lot of great memories of Helen.  I've been there numerous times with my grandparents and my mom and dad.. and it's always been a great time.. there isn't much to do there except eat a drink.  and I went to go see my favorite Norwegian import store.. and it was different.. not the same as it used to be.  so I'm thinking Helen is going downhill a bit.. but, that was Clint's first time there and he enjoyed it...  well we got back to the arena shortly after lunch.. and found out that there was all kinds of drama going on... We were parked in a spot that some fat lady usually takes.. and Jim was parked in a spot that some so called horse trainer usually gets...  and they were both having a bitch fest about people taking their spots... Jim moved his trailer.. I would have told them to shove it.. but. that's just me..  now in our defense.. these people suck, nasty attitudes and poor sportsmanship like conduct while at competitions...
so, the so called horse trainer/lesson guru had the audacity to say that he was going to keep all of us up all night.... well we all took that as a challenge... after all it was our anniversary and we can get rowdy if you need us to..
Georgia is just eat up with the dumb-ass..
so, after most of that calmed down... I went and worked out the horses... we had Ragnar, Nutter butter and Tattoo with us....  and then we made some steaks on the grill and decided to drink enough idiot oil to annoy everyone that was in ear shot of us....
we had a crowd... I can't tell you all the shenanigans but, I can say.... One of them was at 3:am blowing the horn on the freight liner until the air pressure gave out... haha and there were fireworks and hootin' and hollerin' until the wee hours in the morning....
I got up around 7.. and was in the bathroom getting dressed when someone was violently knocking on the trailer door... I was not the one that answered the door, but Clint was told she was making sure we were up, since the noise didn't stop until after 3am....
well, he closed the door and I came out and asked him what/who that was.. and he explained it to me...
we went out side of the trailer and screamed as loud as we could.. and proceeded with the day...
we had a picnic bbq type thing that night and after that was over, we sat there and were as loud as we could be until about 1:30-2am.... and then we started having some more great shenanigan ideas.. and we pulled those off.. then scattered for our trailers...  I really wish I could tell y'all what had happened... but, it was great.. and funny.. I don't care who you are.. hahahah
I then got the idea, since I didn't get a wake up call that morning to go ask where mine was.. and apparently the fat woman didn't know who I was and I completely took her by surprise... which was a slap in the face... she started fidgeting and didn't know what to say.. and I explained that bless her cotton picking heart she was confused and next time she should come over and have a drink..
what a bunch of people...
Rollo helping himself to the potato salad


Zeus stealing hotdogs and hamburgers
Ragnar

Ragnar and I were doing good until the last stage...
then he developed a gate issue...
it stumped me, and everyone...

So when I got him back home, we called the dentist.. and He came out and said his teeth were horrible..
then I saddle fit him for a saddle... and found out  mine was making him sore.. so after 9 different saddles... I'm back to my first western saddle... a cutting saddle.. hahaha

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