Once Upon a Time (my pledge to start recording memories so I can prove to my kids that I was cool...or not)

Once upon a time...it was just me and Charles.  And Janga, Cricket, Dinah, Twinkie, Mo, Seamus, Norman, Donkey, Harry, Rocket and Lando.  Our fur children.  That's right...we had lots of four-legged fur kids.  Dogs, horses, cats and...donkeys.

And how I miss my donkeys.

The adventures we had when we first moved to Texas are something else.  In fact, people often tell me I needed to write a book about our experiences (I take this with a grain of salt since most of these people are relatives).  But it's true that we've had some amazing adventures (misadventures?).  And it's also true that we had a whole lotta animals (animals = all kinds of drama).

How many of you have had your poker guests have to leave because they were volunteer firefighters who received a call to impound a horse from a drunk guy riding down the road? How many of you have come home to a herd of buffalo in your front pasture?  How many of you have received an email saying you have unclaimed money from the State of Texas and it turned out to be LEGIT because you never cashed the check for $10 you won in a donkey show at the State Fair??  

These stories need to be told.  For my children and for every person even thinking about selling a little condo in Southern California and buying 15 acres of land in rural Texas on the same road as all of their husband's family (who's that dumb, right?!).  And also, for me - so I don't forget these things.  Already, the memory of pulling into my driveway after a long day at work (in Dallas, in an office) to find wild buffalo destroying my fences and terrorizing my horses as two strangers tried to load them into a trail is starting to fade.  

I DON'T WANT TO FORGET THAT KIND OF STUFF.  

So, the next time I'm waxing nostalgic over the "good" old days, I'm going to take it a step farther (further?) and actually record said memory in my blog so I can one day show my kids and say, "SEE???  This really happened to your good ol' Mom and Dad.  We were invaded by buffalos / won $10 in a donkey show / called 911 on three separate occasions because there were loose cows in the street at night and we almost hit them / etc."  

I know the image is blurry, but I'm totally not lying about the donkey show.  

Oh, yeah.  I got more where that came from.