That would be so easy to breastfeed in.

So very. One wrong turn and she may even have breastfed the audience by mistake.

Can anyone tell me where I can get a simple black baby-tee (long or short sleeved) with a bat logo on it? And not one of the Bangkok/Filipino dodgy-looking ones on eBay. I'm suddenly possessed with the urge to get most of the JLA logos on baby tees.

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I've been riding English since getting back to it.

I grew up more Westen (for lessons) and bareback (what I ended up riding most of the time recreationally) but English seemed logical if I ever want to get back to the bareback.

Tried a hunt saddle last week which was waaaay better for the way I apparently ride. Felt a little like I was getting pitched forward today. It's this weird combination of total muscle memory and occasionally having no clue what I am doing. Posting thoughtfully combines the two.

Did I mention the ow?

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Can anyone tell me where I can get a simple black baby-tee (long or short sleeved) with a bat logo on it? And not one of the Bangkok/Filipino dodgy-looking ones on eBay. I'm suddenly possessed with the urge to get most of the JLA logos on baby tees.

If you find out, let me know. I spent the first half of last year looking for one, to no avail. Like repro Green Lantern rings in chick sizes, it seems like something they just didn't think there'd be a market for.

Cass, are you doing mostly dressage?

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Plei, I am interested in pleasure riding right now. Well, it's more pain riding tonight but in theory pleasure...

Nearly all of the horses at Tapestry are retired event horses though. Including my boss' new horse who is now making pretty, and hopefully valuable, babies. There was lineage talk. I smiled, nodded and was hopelessly lost but it sounded impressive.

Must sleep. After I figure out what the cats are staring at since this usually requires squishing.

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Cass, you know, I rode for years (dressage/hunt seat), had subscriptions to riding magazines for years, and I'm *still* clueless as to what exactly English Pleasure means. Western Pleasure, it seemed, meant show scandals and absurdly low heads on the horses, but English? Clueless, I am.

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YIKES, CINDY! And I thought I freaked out over O splashing in the toilet. This story made me break out into a cold sweat.

Cashmere, I should have told you more of these stories...before. Last night, when we talked about it again, he said, "But my head is very hard. The bag is very soft." I refrained from making a crack about his oh-so-hard head, and again explained this wasn't that it would give him a boo boo, but that the bag could seal off his mouth and nose, and make him stop breathing, which would make him die. Ugh.

Yikes, Cindy! What a heart-stopper!

I think it actually might have, -t.

Cindy, I am a firm believer in scaring the shit out of your kids and making them cry if it stops them from doing life threatening stupid shit. Fear of God is all fine and dandy, but Fear of Dad is a better security measure.

Heh. Since Daddy was at work, Fear of Mommy (and danger! and death! by suffocation! and possibly choking!) was instilled. That's the only time I purposefully holler at my kids--when they're doing something death-defying.

Five or ten years ago, my father told my mother and me he could remember his mother saying something like, "See that paint? Don't eat the paint. Don't eat the paint, because if you eat the paint, you'll die. You'll die, and they'll dig a hole in the ground. They'll dig the hole and put you in the hole, and cover it up with dirt, and we won't see you ever again."

Now, I remember his mother well, and she was a kind, good humored person, much like my Dad. She enjoyed her four sons, and didn't have a mean bone in her body. Dad's father was much the same. The sternest things my Dad ever said to me were, "What's the matter with you, Cindy? You know better than that," and "What's all that noise?" That was the breadth and depth of Dad's disciplinary action.

I can only imagine a little boy who looked very much like Christopher, (and who had an identical twin, and an older brother, and a younger brother) picking constantly at paint in a window sill, or on the side of the house, or something like that, to drive his mother to fear monger like that.

I think she would have been proud of me, yesterday!

Cindy, I think you should bear in mind should Hec ever come to visit that he is a firm believer in scaring the shit out of your kids. You might like to put down some newspaper.

Hee! Oh, dear, billytea. We stopped our subscriptions. Maybe I should just get diapers?

I have new Oz pictures! They were taken with the sidekick, so they're not of the best quality, but you can tell he's grown a lot.

Want sweater off! It's summer in Texas!

Hee. Probably exactly what he was thinking. Oz really did get big. My word, he grew quickly. Even with the picture quality, you can see he's got those eyes that make your heart melt, Heather.

Oh god, Cindy! How absolutely terrifying. I hope you are feeling calmer now. I think I might just have a panic-y attack for you though.

Thanks, Cass. After it was over, I hyperventilated, when I was alone, upstairs. I started to again, when I was talking to my mother on the phone. Once I understood his explanation, I felt a little better, though.

I've been reading your discussion with Plei about riding. I only rode a handful of times, few enough times that although I'm familiar with some of the terms you're using, I couldn't explain the differences. That's something I've always regretted not doing. I will have to talk to Scott about trying to find a place to take the kids, to give it a whirl. I think they would love it, and that it would be good for them, too.

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Cutiehead Oz made me remember this picture I took last night: [link]

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Timelies.

Cindy, that's so scary! I don't even know....

Jealous of Cass for having access to horses, even though there is pain involved.

My root canal didn't really hurt, although the crown was tender for a few days. Well, not the crown technically, but if I worried it with my tongue. I asked the dentist about it and he gave me a weird look and said, "Well, don't play with it then."

Anyway, yeah, the whole procedure took three office visits over 4 days, and there were no movie goggles or music or anything, but it's pretty far down my list of Things That Hurt.

I found the World's Ugliest Dress today. It's a sack dress, with those little bubbly elasticized cap sleeves. The fabric is neon green with purple Slazenger leopards all over it. They inset yellow and pink lace at the neckline. They crudely cut out three leopard silhouettes (about 3" long each) from black felt, tacked them to crocheted whitish doilies, and stuck them randomly on the chest area. € 246.00.

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Between lead paint and plastic bags, it's a miracle any of us are here!

I wonder if the fuggers will get on this one.

You could email it to them... Oh, speaking of fug, have you all seen the picture of Fergie looking like she peed in her pants? (And the story is that she did.)

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