Sunday, September 7, 2025

Once Upon a Stall...

Once upon a time, in a land where the air smelled suspiciously like Eau de Horse Poop, my teenage niece landed her very first job. No, not babysitting, not folding sweaters at the mall, not making lattes with caramel drizzle. Nope—she went straight for the shovel. That girl is out there scooping poop at a horse ranch like it’s her personal destiny. And honestly? I respect the hustle.

But here’s the twist: this isn’t just a job. It’s a fairy tale. Because each horse—and one barn cat with an ego—has decided to teach her “life lessons.” And honey, let me tell you, these are the kind of lessons you don’t find on TikTok.


🐴 1. Fiery Rockstar the Overdramatic

Imagine a horse who thinks she's auditioning for Les MisΓ©rables. That’s Fiery Rockstar. Mane toss, heavy sigh, tragic eyes—she has it all. My niece scoops her stall, and she acts like she’s cleaning up her shattered dreams.  Lesson 1: When in doubt, be extra. People will either clap or feed you carrots





🐴 2. Stratosfear the Sweet but Sneaky

Oh, she’s cute. Stratosfear looks like a Disney princess sidekick. But behind those big brown eyes? A shirt-chewing menace. My niece turns around for two seconds, and poof—Stratosfear is snacking on her t-shirt. Lesson #2: Even angels have a little goblin energy. Guard your stuff.




🐴 3. SW Troubadour the Wise One

This horse is basically Gandalf in hooves. Slow, wise, and not about to rush for anybody, she stares off into the distance like she's pondering the stock market. With a proverbial raised eyebrow and cynical stare of disdain with a hint of apathy, much like that of Gen X to us Millennials, SW isn't for the games. Lesson 3: Take naps. Ignore drama. Hay is enough. (Honestly, I’m considering adopting this lifestyle.)



🐴 4. Princess Maybe Baby the Self-Appointed Queen

Yes, you read that correctly. Maybe Baby has never paid rent but acts like she owns the entire ranch. She struts. She judges. She gives side-eye so sharp it could slice through denim. Lesson 4: Confidence is 90% delusion and 10% good hair. (Or, in her case, a perfectly coiffed mane to match her invisible tiara.)


Unfortunately, no pictures are available of this drama queen. Why, you ask? Because this princess charges, and my niece wasn't paying!

🐴 5. Raven the Class Clown/Instigator

This one’s a menace, and she knows it. Raven thinks untying shoelaces and flipping wheelbarrows is peak comedy. My niece may disagree, but the rest of us are living for the chaos. Two weeks ago, she snuck out of the stable on ninja stealth mode while Mila was cleaning it, just to mosey over to the next stable to munch on some hay. Lesson 5: Never take yourself too seriously. Also, double-check the gate locks and your laces, kid.


True to form, no photos of Raven exist, mainly because when ninja stealth mode is activated, no one can find her.


🐱 6. Whiskers the Barn Cat

And then there’s Whiskers. Lord help us. He saw my niece once and decided she was his soulmate/assistant. He supervises poop duty, twirls around her ankles like a backup dancer, and stares at her like, Yes, peasant, you may pet me now. Lesson 6: Sometimes you don’t pick your fans—they pick you, and then move into your personal space permanently.







So here’s the moral of the fairy tale: Yes, life at the ranch stinks (literally), but it also sparkles with wisdom if you’re willing to scoop it up.

And me? I’m just over here, the proud TeTe, cheering her on from a safe, poop-free distance. 😏

Because listen—someday she’ll be running the world with the grit she learned from Old Joe, the sass she borrowed from Stratosfear, and the sneaky survival skills she picked up from Raven. But for now?

She’s out there scooping royal turds like a boss. ✨πŸ’©πŸ‘‘πŸ‘Œ

And that, my friends, is how you know she’s destined for greatness.


*~* The End *~*

Sunday, June 1, 2025

🌿 Rake It Till You Make It: My First Day in PaPa's Landscaping Empire 🌿

Let’s set the scene: a sunny Saturday morning, birds chirping, grass glistening with dew, and me—armed with a frappuccino, acrylic nails, and the full confidence of someone who has never operated a lawnmower—about to start my first day working with PaPa in his landscaping business.

He calls it “Whistle While You Work Landscaping.” I quickly learned that the only thing whistling was the wind past my ears as I desperately tried to outrun a rogue tiller. Don't ask; for the love of God, don't ask!! πŸ™ˆπŸ™‰πŸ™Š

PaPa, a.k.a. The Sodfather 😏, has been in the landscaping game since before mulch came in bags. He’s 67 years old, wears cargo shorts year-round, and refers to weed whackers like they’re medieval battle axes. When I asked what my first job was, he handed me a pair of gloves that looked like they’d survived a turf war and said, “We’re starting with edging.”

I thought “edging” was something people paid extra for at salons. Turns out it’s just making the lawn look like it got a fresh haircut. My idea of precision is currently shading the darkened areas around facial features in art—not shaping turf with the intensity of a man sculpting the Sistine chapel of lawns.

Here are some highlights from Day One on Team PaPa:

1. The Shovel Incident
I mistook a spade for a decorative piece. Apparently, when I held it like a microphone and pretended to sing a song from Magic 107.9, PaPa likely reconsidered bringing me along. 🀦🏿‍♀️🀷🏿‍♀️

2. Mulch Madness
Mulch smells like the forest’s armpit. I would likely spill an entire wheelbarrow of it trying to take a selfie or walk without tripping over ghost holes like my Uncle Cai Cai (the shade😏.) PaPa didn’t say a word—just sighed the long, slow sigh of a man who’s seen too much.😹

3. The Hydration Debate
PaPa drinks coffee from a thermos that looks like it fought in Vietnam. I brought Sparkling Ice and Gatorade. We stared at each other like two species discovering each other for the first time. “That’s not hydration,” he said. “That’s a frog’s snatchety tongue fluid.” Excuse me, huh? 🀦🏿‍♀️😹🀣

4. Lawnmower Lessons
He told me to always “mow in straight lines.” I think I might end up creating a crop circle. Someone on the next block is going to come running, asking if aliens landed. PaPa will likely joke, “Yep, and they brought their teenager.” 🀦🏿‍♀️ It be your own family, guys...

Despite the chaos, something amazing happened.

I got sunburned in weird places. I broke a nail. I now know the difference between fescue and Bermuda grass (honestly, not sure this will ever come up at Starbucks) because TeTe called and warned me about the time PaPa almost killed her while working with him in his landscaping business. But I also saw PaPa in his element—hands in the dirt, smiling at the sight of a well-trimmed hedge like it was a newborn baby.

He told me stories about how he started this business with a $10 mower and a dream; about customers he’s had for decades; about the time he mowed a yard with a giant gash cut in his shin and a toothache because “a man’s gotta mow.”

And me? I sweated, I learned, I laughed, and yes, I cried a little when a spider crawled up my shoe. But I got a hug at the end of the day and a promise of more Starbucks and gift cards which, for a 17-year-old, is the ultimate payment.

Would I do it again? Ask me after I scrub this mulch out of my sneakers.

But for now, I’ll say this: working with PaPa in the landscaping biz wasn’t what I expected. It was better. Dirtier, sweatier, more spider-filled—but better.

Next weekend, I’ll be back. Hopefully with bug spray and more sunblock too. 

Sunday, May 11, 2025

Mila Turns 17 (πŸŽ‰ but 😱)






Well, you guys, it happened. Mila turned 17 years young. Sigh. 

Alright, here we go...

For Mila's 17th birthday this year, she decided she wanted to go horseback riding which I thought was super dope. After researching, we chose Cedar Ridge Equestrian Center. If you've never been horseback riding and have always wanted to try it, you cannot find a better facility. Their staff members are are friendly, knowledgeable, helpful, and accommodating. From the smiles during the lessons to the begging and pleading from the children to return the next day, I can safely say this was a slam dunk! 


Cousin Levi excitedly feeding one of the horses. He did such a great job riding today! 


Levi was patiently awaiting his turn to ride the pony after Nia. Little sister Nia was up first.


~°~Le Birthdae Girl~°~


Aaaaaaand they're off! Mila's friends had never ridden horses beforehand.


Nia was super excited, yet super nervous. But once big sis MiMi showed her the ropes...


... she was ready to take on any challenge! 😀πŸ’ͺ🏿


Even Ryan enjoyed himself as a first timer!


Cousin Levi waves to his proud dad Uncle Cai Cai as he rides past on his own like a big kid! πŸ₯Ή


::Quick Side Bar for these Cutie Pies!! 🐴 🐎::


 

:: So stinkin' cute, aren't they????::



The birthday girl, always clowning like her PaPa 🀣πŸ€ͺ


Little sis Fiona was a natural, and she looked like she's been riding for years! 


The dynamic duo. Side note: I just realized they are wearing matching shoes.πŸ₯Ή I'm not crying; you're crying. 


Friend Calynn was also a first time rider and had a blast too!


By the end, friend Hazel was a pro!


These two 🫢🏿🩢.

Everyone thoroughly enjoyed themselves, and most importantly the birthday girl. And now she wants a horse🀦🏿‍♀️. I promise, no good deed goes unpunished.🀷🏿‍♀️🀦🏿‍♀️πŸ€ͺ

Happy 17th Birthday, sweet babygirl. We love you 🫢🏿🫢🏿🫢🏿🫢🏿 much!🩢