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today is the day to be productive!

So here are a few pics that I have taken of the Tack Room Cleaning In Process. Okay, yeah, this is the feed room- sorry, but...
The water heater broke and therefore, flooded the tack room. So, we had to take every thing out. EVERYTHING.
This gave me the opportunity to clean the pit that it had become. Here is phase one...

What I found in the tack room has some kind of sad moments. I found Tacos feed bucket from oh-so-long ago (reduced feed as he was on stall rest- see entries in Feb) Daves SmartPak container and I also found, complete with milk drops in it, some of Reasons milk buckets. Now, this had nostalgia attached to it, but also a certain amount of YUCK factor. Really? I am that bad? Gross.

So, after attempting to solve the Privacy vs, want people to see things, here I am! Heading back outside, trying to get things clean enough before the vet gets here....shots, coggins and more today! Chaching!

here are some horse pics... pics of horses

Just so there is always a record...

I have taken the blog posts from COMH and made them here- dated them Feb 1,2 and 3 2008- which is about the time frame the posts took place during. I have tagged some of them- Taco, Wrainthur, Reason. ;-)

I am thinking about where I am today- where I was 2 years ago, and what will happen in 2 years. My God- the past 3 years have flown by. I just realized that Taco's injury (which defines time for me) happened 3 years ago. If I look back on the blogs, I bet that I can find posts from them. Or maybe on the COMH page? I'll look and post.

So- what is now... Off to PA school. I met Nick D today- what a great guy he is and will be a terrific class mate. I am meeting with Shannon and Anne on Thursday. So, I am happy about that, too.

And, 2 years from now I will be in Clinicals. And looking for a real job. And thinking about moving. And...and...and. So, that is that, really. 2 years ago I was somewhat blissfully unaware of things- and little did I know that the changes they were a comin' .

I am excited that I can carpool- and excited that I can still spend time with the horses. I can assume that this blog will then trend towards school, but hopefully will still have some of the horse stuff, too. Because now I know, no mistaking it, they remain as the most important thing other then family I have. So, with that, here are some pics of the boys that make me happy!

More later...

The eyes

There is nothing as amazing to me as the eyes of someone that is vented- where you know that the person is there- ready to enter back into life and take over their own breathing. There are some patients that just grab you with their eyes, pulling you closer and asking the hardest question of all-why?
Those patients are the ones that I take with me when I leave. I have never been a person that things about prayer as a way, often resorting to the COTHism of jingles. For these patients, the ones that stay in my vision, these are the ones that I think about during my days off.
I think that being able to be an active part in these patients lives will be one of the best parts of being a PA....

So it happened and now???

I have entered into the real world of being a PA- I have been accepted to WSU-and it's amazing. Of course, scared, nervous- am I up to it? I find myself spending hours scouring the iTunes store- looking for apps that can help- equipment for class and beyond? I know I want to get the most sensible- the best- so I have every advantage. What is this?

I have entered into a world that I have been in awe of- the knowledge that all is not as it seems sometimes. I know that I will also have to depend on my inner knowledge- that gut feeling that I know I have, and that is indeed what has lead me along this path. Yes, can I admit it? No, not likely. But there are those that have it, ones that know, and those are the ones that I admire.

Keeping the real nature of what I will be doing- I think it's a gift to help others in a way that they could not do. The advantage of training, I suppose. To be able to do it, not just as an emotional support, but as a real support, with tools and knowledge to back everything up? That is a real gift.