Thursday, June 26, 2008

NYC PHOTOS

Especially for family and friends who were at the wedding -

All of the wedding and NYC pictures are online at this site:

http://picasaweb.google.com/Kristenhassen/NYCJune2008

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

NYC 08

We're home! Got back from Marc's mom's wedding in Manhattan this afternoon. Thanks Shawnna and Brian SO much for watching the terror puppy and gracie. We had a great time - I have been with Marc to NYC twice in the winter but it is so much more beautiful in the summer. We walked and shopped and ate and walked and walked and it was terribly romantic and I am glad I don't live there because I would be very poor. The worst part of the trip was the Museum of Natural History, a place that I always kind of hate, but they had a special history of the horse exhibit that was boring. The gift shop for the exhibit was larger than the exhibit itself and stuffed animals really don't do it for me. I mean taxidermy stuffed. and skeletons lots and lots of skeletons. The best part was outside and free - big painted horses that you weren't allowed to ride on. What fun is that?

Spyder is much better and has a clean prognosis and should be able to do anything I want to do. He hates me right now because he has been left in a stall for two weeks for recovery, but we will soon be hacking again! Back to work tomorrow. Oh, and we are moving. Back to Clintonville, I think, because we can't find anywhere decent around here and aren't rich enough to rent in Dublin. Plus, landlords in Dublin do not like Great Danes!

Updates coming soon.

Le Pain - still my favorite NYC food.







Marc, me, Esther, Bill, Dora (Marc's grandma) and Marc's new step-sister, Angela.



gross

NYC pictures

Me and the boy at the wedding.



The bride and groom mid-ceremony.



My someday neice, Montana.



A little-person Michael Jackson impersonator in the train station.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

Should be on Oprah...or at least Jerry Springer

Most people don't know this, but I have two biological half-sisters that don't know I even exist. My bio father has never been a part of my life and he never told his daughters about me.

So I have decided that it is finally time to find the girls - one of them is a snowboard instructor so apparently balance runs in my genes. They are, I believe, 21 and 23 years old and live in the east (New Hampshire/Vermont/Pennsylvania).

I was hoping for a televised meeting with tears and cake, but it seems that this will eventually be much less dramatic and will involve e-mails and possibly but hopefully not a bio father who is not too happy with me.

But I kept thinking, if it were me, I would want to know. I have thought about finding them for years but now they are grown-up so I think it is time.

Their names are Beth and Kim Quill. Crossing my fingers and doing internet research. I have learned that it is frightening how much someone can find out about you for $59.95. $19.95 mostly gets you previous addresses and I need phone numbers or e-mail.

Wish me luck!

If you are trying to sell a horse...

Don't advertise with a picture like this. Yes, true, the horse exhibits a lot of spirit and a healthy mouth, but the angle of the shot isn't quite right....

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

A day of badness

Not going to go into all the details, BUT...

horse had surgery and is fine. Once again, if you don't have health insurance for you equine...GET IT NOW! Trust me, it is saving my tail for this surgery. The good news, he will be just fine in a couple of weeks. Fine. and fat.

found a baby starling and brought it in the house and then read nutritional requirements online for said starling and promptly put it back outside. every thirty minutes for 12 hours a day?! The recipe includes tums, eggs, dog food, cat food, avian vitamins, applesauce, etc etc etc

House is disgusting. Orange water, stinky drains, blue and teal carpet. Gross. We have to move ASAP! Anyone know of rentals near Dublin, Marysville, Hiliard, AnywhereButHere. I moved here, as some of you remember, to be close to area barns, but now I travel to so many barns that it doesn't really matter.

Gas is expensive. I want a truck and trailer. But I will only drive it up and down the driveway as to save on gas.

We are going to Hocking Hills the first weekend in July, so get ready group! We are going to have such a blast and I am cooking. Three years at Camp Willson taught me a lot about campfire cooking on a YMCA budget. Grown-ups only for this trip, please. We have a trailer spot in someone's trailer open, so Rebecca, you better clear your schedule!

Car is disgusting. Marc told me it smells like I live in it and don't take a shower. It is very embarrassing when your boyfriend says that.

As to my online schedule: Yes, I still work. But I work so much that I haven't been able to keep up with doing the schedule. Will return to responsible computer logging time soon.

I train miniature horses now too! my resume and list of training talents continue to grow every day. Mules, gaited horses, minis, driving, western, endurance - it is incredible how interconnected all of the disciplines are. Bob says that all horses should be trained well in basic skills, regardless of their future discipline. It is so neat to see a mule, a mini, and a trakehner learning the same things! I love my job, I really do.

As readers know, I very rarely post about my personal life (except in the case of funerals and vacations), but I just felt like venting a bit tonight.

Really. We are seriously trying to move. Any advice/phone numbers/addresses/shanties/garages/boxes would be appreciated. Sorry Mr. Landlord....but the squirrels are now climbing through the poorly insulated walls into the bathroom.

blech.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

So cute it deserves its own post

Summer is so great

A new training project - someone please give this horse a name! She is registered TWH but only has a show name, not a barn name...suggestions?





Chubs goes in for OCD surgery at Woodland Run tomorrow...Thank God for horse health insurance! If you don't have it, get it!



Too hot to play.



The boy and his horse.