the latest slub

Broken. Lame. Not Sound.

2010-09-02T05:10:00.001-05:00

Last week I went to the Specialist at The Andrews Institute here in Gulf Breeze. Before my appointment I had the MRI done. Boy was that weird. I could feel my toes tingling as it read my flesh.

But anyway, here is the diagnosis:

A schriveled up ACL and a torn Meniscus. The pointer is the anterior cruciate ligament.

My surgery is scheduled for the middle of September.

LISTEN PEOPLE- It looks like I can walk FINE but actually every time I take a step with my right leg it feels like the top of my knee is going to slip off the bottom half. If I get to eager with my walking I can over bend the knee and so goes lightning bolts down the right side of my body. I can't bend it all the way. I can't react quickly and I am high alert to that. I am going to the barn the same but I'm limited to what I can do. I'm getting rather pissed off. At everything.

I'm confident that I am in the right place as far as treatment goes. The Andrews Institute is infamous for Orthopedics and their doctors are the best. Heck, my doctor has eighty five signed posters and pictures of athletes in his office- including Charles Barkley! But really, He seems to be a very distinguished and knowledgeable Physician. I've read some of his essays online and I trust that he will get me back in the saddle as soon as possible and the operation will be a 100% success.

While I was researching facts about this injury online I came across a lot of interesting things. Like, it's quite a big deal. And when the ACL tears one major indication is that you hear a loud "pop" at time of injury. And that women athletes are more prone to this particular injury due to the angle of our hips. And that the recovery is very hard...and that you can get fat if you don't watch what you eat because it stops you from excercising everyday! I'm like a racehorse on stall rest with frustrations.

I'm broken. Lame. Not Sound.

My, what an amazing depth of feel you have.

2010-09-02T03:57:00.000-05:00

Contemporary Healthcare

2010-08-19T01:06:00.001-05:00

The X-s&G is the greatest invention to modern medicine since the sterilization, beneficial to the elevenhundredety people that can't afford Health Care.
It goes like this:
Took a fall, got a bit hurt and wondering if any bones are broken.
Drive 5-15 miles to the nearest drive up X-S&G.
Choose drive up or walk -in.
Slide Twenty Dollars into the slot exactly like a slot machine.
Place this big heavy coat on. Wait for green light.
Place body part up in "this area" and press "this button"

Wait 17 minutes.
"After you pack yourself an ice pack with our free ice, relax in our waiting room on the plush Microfiber sofa, read our endless issues of gossip magazines & wi-fi, and most of all enjoy a quick rest! You've just had an accident and we don't allow fluorescent lights!"

Watch as your film develops and slides through the slot.
Hold it up to the light.

Send a txt to your best friend.
"Naw, dood. It's not broken, I'm not going to the hospital."

2010-08-19T00:14:00.002-05:00

Today I heard that the doctor who helped me out with the little hatchet in the foot incident is praticing here at the Orthopaedic Hospital (The Andrews Institute).
I asked for him, I wonder why they didn't at least get the Bookout (HA! that's the Dr.'s name that I want!) to see if he was around. Two nurses and a Immobilizer Fitting Tech just looked at each other and no one knew him. The nurse wrote a doctors name for me to call on the paper, told me he was affliated with TAI. I called the number. On the third time I was told that this doctor is not with TAI, and here was the number to his office in the Breezers.
Wait.
what?

Did that just happen?

2010-08-19T00:00:00.002-05:00

The dipstick in my car is broken and I have to grab it with little pliers. I went to put it back into position and it dissappeared. Where the dipstick once was was a 2" round hole in the thingy on the motor. It didn't fall in. The whole plastic casing fell through the hole.

Hyperflexion Tension

2010-08-17T03:05:00.001-05:00

omy god!

I am growing very impatient with the situation. I am at a point where I refuse to accept that I will be off of my horse for an extended amount of time. I'll get restless. My center will be all wacked. I can't take The Mutch man for a walk right now and when he looks at me with those eyes I feel like such a boob.

I'm so thankful to my friends that are helping me out. I love them all!

I go to the Ortho in a few days. I hope that the Doctor is compassionate and understanding of how I will pass right out and fall on the floor if he mentions the S-word. I will heal my knee with my diet, massage therapy, meditation and a bone specialist. No screws or shots or scapals. The hospital referred me to an Orthopedic and I thought they said he was a part of The Andrews Institute but when I called I found out he's not. I would like one of the doctors from there. One of them fixed some big sports star's injury so I hear (lol).

And by the way, why do you have to go to a bone specialist to find out about ligaments and tendons? I don't know. To me its like going to an ear nose and throat doctor for dental problems. I don't know anything.

The only reason why I am coming from a place of minor terror is because IT HURTS!

The crutches are a bit too tall for me so I'm limping around...why not get new crutches? BECAUSE I'M NOT GOING TO NEED THEM TOMORROW thank you very much.

The Immobilizer. UGH. Feels worse in this. So I don't wear it.

I can't take any more of those pain pills, I took one today. When it was in full effect I could imagine how EASY it is to get hooked on pills. But when it wore off I know I got cranky and short tempered. I KNOW that is my body telling me to STOP.IMMEDIENTLY. I don't want to WANT one or two or ten everyday, so that's it. I put the rest away. Pain meds make me feel goOOOOoood...BUT, the time for me to move to the Advil is when I get cranky coming down off of one.

I managed to venture out to the barn and driving hurts. I have to sit way back and it just aches the whole way there. This is no more safe than driving my car with airbags hanging out, but I managed and I was really careful. Don't get me wrong, it was scary. But I want to go. I need to go. Today I took Mutch with me and the teenager took him on a nice run through the field, I was happy about that and so was he.

I've built this makeshift stool under my computer desk to rest my leg on so that I can keep working and its working out pretty well. I couldn't help but to do some research on knee injuries when I sat down tonight. I want to make sure that I am familiar with the knee and exactly how it works before I go in. I start reading about knee injuries and I have to start writing because either that or I PUKE.

My eyes travel from the left to right and with each vowel my stomach tuns into another knot. Third degree Strains...ligament stretching or tears....and this really made me nauseous "Twisting injuries to the knee put stress on the cartilage or meniscus and can pinch it between the tibial surface and the edges of the femoral condyle, causing tears."

I am literally squirming in my chair. OUUUCHH! The whole nightmare comes rushing back and I can't take the anxiety.

This sounds about correct...

Tear of the ACL (Anterior Cruciate Ligament) may feel or hear a pop in your knee, intense pain and immediate swelling. Knee may "buckle" or at least feel as if it might give way when you try to stand or put weight on it. In most cases, you'll have to stop all activity, either because the pain is too severe or because your knee isn't stable enough to support your weight.

I need a minute.

My knee just turned onto an ex-boyfriend. Can't trust it.

2010-08-14T02:34:00.002-05:00

Yes, I shall move the fan.

I saw the BO when I took Dusty back to his barn on the other side of the property and asked her some things about the fan, and if that STUFF actually works.

Me: Hey Yeenie! Is there some reason my horse would all the sudden me pressing his ass up against the boards of the stall like this (I press my butt up against the frame of the door)?

Yeenie: Ooh, have you wormed him yet?

She said, as she is drawing some milky white liquid into a needle so big it made me wince.

Good. Exactly what I was thinking.

Me: No, I have it but I want to worm him on saturday. Weird. I got him some more Guiness in the fridge. There is no sweat at all now, before at least there was a little trace. How has the STUFF worked for the others so far? Is it safe for me to mix the beer and the STUFF?

Yeenie: Good, they're sweating a bit. Sure, you can mix it, The Painter did fine with both. You worm him!

I asked her about the fan situation. If I could move it and if I can find a bigger one for cheap if I can put it out for a little while and I'll pay a lit extra board. She was ok with both and then told me that someone bought two big huge metal fans at a yard sale for Fifteen dollars.

I was tittin around as the girls were getting ready to leave and after long deliberation I decided to start taking the fan off the front of the stall. I took Dusty out into the round pen, its cooler outside anyway. And I need to put it on the inside of the stall for my imagined airflow. I drug my tack box to the spot I need to reach and stepped up onto it to cut the zips.

Yeenie: (as she's walking out to go home)...Goodnight Christine! See ya tomorrow! You be careful, don't you fall off that box!

Me: OK! goodnight!

I then began to cut the zip things and unplugged the fan. Went to grab some twine because I've engineered it to the greatest swiftness in all my creativity. The way this fan shall be situated the air will be like a hurricane of conditioned wind cooling my pony to a comfortable body temperature and he will again think that I am the greatest ever. MUAWWHHHh HA HA AAAAH.

My plan was to tie it into place and then tie it better once it was where I wanted it. I began to finagle it into place.

Sweat is dripping down my face so that I have to use my sweaty dirty shirt to wipe my eyes. My shirt has all the dirt from the front of the fan all over it. I tried to use my arm instead but I didn't want a face-full of cobwebs and dirt. Every time I got it into place, one corner would slip. I couldn't get the twine to tie and the fan not fall. I haven't checked on Dusty in the round pen. I'm sure he's fine but still you check, its just what you do.

Text from Leggs: dusty more calm tonight

My reply: Yes, thanks- I'm about to have a come apart trying to move this fan. I wonder if Fancy is here...

Text from Leggs: Poop

I put the fan down to go and see if Fancy was up in her barn doing her thing. She is always there as late as I am and beside just loving the hell out of her, she's always willing to lend a hand! (I hope)

I looked over yonder and I see the lights on, I'm so excited that she is there that I just ran the whole way.

Me: Hey FANCY! How are ya?!

Fancy: Hey! I'm good, just finishing up here. What's up?

Me: Well, I was wondering if you could help me out, I'm trying to move dusty's fan and I could really use an hand. You need any help with anything in exchange? (laughing)

Fancy: YES! Help me carry these bags of feed into the barn. Can you carry a bag of feed? Is it too heavy for you? (she's being a boob)

Me: Ha, ha very funny and yes! Let's do it!

Were now in my barn and we are both trying to get the fan to stay in my utopian place and it won't flipping go there. Then she sees that the whole problem is that it needs to be tied from the bottom. Seems as though my whole plan was a little upside down? Go figure.

Fancy: Twine, Twine you need another string.

Me: Ok, hold it. Got it?

Fancy: Yep!

This repeated three more times. Untill we have to tie the twine around this huge support beam and the twine refused to do what I wanted it to do. You know things like GO AROUND THE POLE AND DROP TO THE OTHER SIDE?

Me: wait! HOLD IT HOLD IT!

Fancy: WHAAAT!?

I needed more height or I'm really going to have a come apart. I could go look for a ladder but, one great thing about barn girls is that we're resourceful. I go towards the front of the barn and grab this big bucket. I put it on top of the tack box and climb on top of it. The tack box is sturdy and I've stood on a bucket thousands of times, so mixed up into a cocktail it was harmless.

Fancy: OHHhhh No. You better not fall off that thing.

Me: Oh, I'm not going to FALLLLLL, come on, I'm tuff! I have medical insurance! Here, hold it up a little and I'll tie it...

Fancy: ok, You got Aflack?! haaah! Oh that's right you sit at the computer all day don't you? Ok, now come check it and see if you like the angle. Turn it on. NO! don't turn it on!...

(She was standing right in front of it)

Me: haaah! OMGosh! I'm so excited! yaaay!

I go to step down to the ground and for some reason my brain calculated the distance to the ground to be the height of the tack box. NOT the tack box PLUS bucket.

Ever miscalculate stairs in the dark? SUCKS.

My foot did actually land on the ground, I rolled to the ground face on barn floor in not even caring about it style. Lying there mere fetal position saying to myself, it is NOT broken. Nothing is broken. maybe ripped, but not broken. I tried to wiggle my toes...

I had three thoughts in one-second:

holy shit. I'm a dumbass. I was on THE BUCKET!

Boots. Boots. Take the boots off immediently! NOONE is cutting my Made In Italy tall boots!

IT. HURTS. KNEE. I CAN'T TALK. I can't breathe. OMG WHAT WAS THAT POPPING SOUND?????????? MY KNEE!

I can't laugh during this awkward situation, and Fancy is on the inside of the stall, watching this happen.

Fancy: I TOoooOOOLD you not to fall! You're an old lady! You can't be doing those things anymore!

Me: (I am trying to get over the searing 3 minutess of my body letting go of all endorphins she is crackingme up!) UUUGGGGGGhhhhhhHHHH!!!!!!

Fancy: I TOLD YOUuuuu not to fall! what a dumbass, oh! YOU OK?! Are you laughing or crying?

Me: UGGGGGGGGHhhhhhhhhHHHHHHHHH.

I realized I was almost licking the floor of the barn and yes, I'm doing BOTH at the same time. Her comments might sound mean as I type it but believe me her delivery is priceless. You would be cracking up too.

She comes out from inside the stall to see me.

Fancy: What happend? what did you doOOOO? Did you say you had Aflack? you're OLD! You can't do thissss.Dumbass.

I'm laughing with a wince of pain look on my face. She cracks me up. I'm starting to "come to" and I tell her...

Me: I FUCKING forgot I was on the BUCKET TOOOOOO! I AM A DUMBASS!! I thought the distance was the tack box!

Fancy: Did you fall?

Me: PSHHHHT, NOOOoooooo. what would make you think that? Really though, my foot landed fine then...DID YOU HEAR THAT??!

Fancy: Hear what? No.

Me: SOMETHING POPPED or ripped, I dunno its ohhhh its bad. I gotta walk. I gotta get up and walk. Can you help me with my boot please so it doesn't have to be cut off?

Fancy: HAAAAH, you crack me up. Sure. can you get into the stall and see if you like the angle?

I look at my sock.

Fancy: go ahead, your stall is clean.

I wonder if I can even walk.

Me: Dood! I don't know if I can walk! I'm SO SORRY! I swear I'm just an asssss! I'm so sorry. It's great. It's perfect really. It's up there and its pointing down onto him, its the best in the world! I'm really NOT about to micromanage this project at this point. THANK YOU so much. Can you go get my horse please?

She laughs and heads out to get Dusty and I am limping along the walls of the barn trying to take a step on my bum leg. Just one step, that's all I want but every time I put any weight on it for a mere second it feels like my knee is not aligned. Indeed the weirdest feeling I have ever experienced. It actually feels like my leg would just split into two parts. I can't take a step because my knee just turned onto an ex-boyfriend. Can't trust it.

Me: Fancy, don't you tell a soul that I just fell off of a bucket! I'm telling them that you made me ride that crazy Arabian again and he bucked me off!

Fancy: He doesn't buck.

Me: Well then OMG I was thinking as he ran off across the property with me!

I can't say that I wasn't pooping my pants. But I'm determined and imagined myself as a sports star with the crowd anticipating me up, walking off the field.

After a few minutes I was able to put weight on it enough to slub around like a slub should slub. I said goodnight to the D and muddled my way to the car. It's my right leg, but I could drive and I even went to the convenient store to get some ice. I figured it's not so bad, heck- I'll just be limping around for a short while. I got home and went directly to my bed, my leg up on a pillow with ice and fell quick asleep.

For about 15 minutes.

At 4 am I tried to get up to go to the bathroom and reconsidered my thoughts about limping around for a short while. I tried to assume the slubbing position and holy balls! Felt like I just grabbed the nearest lightning bolt. Hopping on one leg didn't work either because I'm pretty sure I know what it feels like to be hit by shrapnel now.

I kept getting up, I couldn't sleep. I waited till the early morning and decided it was definitely time to go to the hospital. I needed some pain pills. Call it a day.

Did I mention that I'm sitting here with a bum leg?

2010-08-12T02:59:00.001-05:00

Dusty has not been sweating. It's really dangerous when horses stop sweating because the obvious. They can't cool themselves. He was sold to me with the disclaimer that "this horse doesn't sweat" After getting him I read everything I could about Anhidrosis in horses. I learned so much from the most reliable sources that I could find on the internet. The only thing that I really would prefer to do about it is the Acupuncture. From what I've read, it is consistent for positive results.

HElloOOOoo. I love in Pensacola. Horse Acupuncture?

UHhhh.

I gave him some vitamins and some minerals and he just started to sweat again. I know weird right? but heck I really didn't BELIEVE that he just DIDN'T sweat, I just thought that there was something inside him that needed to be jump started, and I believed that it was because he needed minerals- I have no idea what made me think that but, placebo works.

There was not much of a problem last summer but this summer is a completely different story. It is BALLS HOT down here and with the heat index at 112 degrees walk outside and you are immediately covered in sweat. I like it. NO, no I LOVE it. I love this weather. It is one reason why I love living in Florida. But its hard for the ponies! I am lucky to have Dusty in a big pasture with trees. I know that he stands under the trees all day but it's 110 Degrees in the shade, literally. The BO is really totally awesome running around and hosing horses off as they come in for dinner, but I consider that it is my responsibility to take care of the situation, and Dusty is not the only one. There are 9 horses at my barn not sweating. Yes, you're right- all Thoroughbreds. One from Ohio is all like "WTF?!"

It started (stopped) the weekend that I rode in the clinic with Joann Rasmussen. She took me out three times to spray him down. He was huffing at a walk. I have been really careful riding him and not making him actually work but for 5 minutes. However, after that day I gave him four days off partly because he broke out in what I thought was hives, but really was a skin bacteria, yes! Dusty got the dreaded back clap that has now turned into a massive body covering case of rain rot. Hello Bleach baths! Bleaching saddle pads! Bleaching brushes! Bleaching sponges!

His back left leg swelled up like a football, not lame so I just hand walked him for two days then I figured at least to get on and walk him around.

I went and got some Guiness Beer. Some poultice. Some B12 + Selenium. Some wormer. Some Gatorade powder (he LOVES it), had a coupon for Sand Clear, and lastly some Liniment. What does all that have to do with me getting the OneAC (a product to help Anhidrosis in horses) that I went to the tack store for?

Nothing.

I decided that I would try the Guniness first. It might've been because a mile down the road I realized that I left without it, but I just couldn't see forgoing a glass of Guiness for a bunch of powder chemicalstuffs. I haven't heard the best about the OneAc, and it says in the directions not to ride your horse and it takes two weeks for it to kick in.

He likes the Guiness just fine, I put some feed in it though. He didn't even KNOW what a carrot was when I got him and now he will pretty much eat whatever I give him. Especially cotton candy. And Freeze Pops.

I've been looking for a big huge fan for his stall on craigslist. The box fan I have would be overpowered by me blowing on him. But the BO asks us to get the box fans because the electric bill goes so high in the summer, I'm happy to oblige but right now I will give her however much extra money she requests if I can find a big ass fan. (lol) I started thinking about if I can make the box fan more effective. Its placed on his stall directly in front of the feed trough.

I tried hanging a bag of ice in front of the fan. Old school air conditioning. Kinda worked. Got lots of laughs. Ice melted in 14 minutes.

I thought about taking the fan apart and finding the little button that will make the fan go faster, you know, like in a clear lighter- how you can take the back off and turn the little sprocket onto TORCH? yah, I don't think that's one of my best but I'm creative!

Then I thought that I would MOVE the fan. I shall move it so it is in the corner on top of the stall, blowing down onto him...

bad days they are never bad, but the "learning" days

2010-07-14T03:39:00.000-05:00

A bit off today in our lesson. Me because I kept loosing my stirrups which means that I wasn't using my aids, namely; my seat worth a shit. And that's probably the reason that he decided to pull a few fast ones on me and duck out of the arena as we tracked pass A.

The third time he did it...well, next thing you know I just hauled off and whapped him on the ass with my hand (I don't have to carry a whip THANK GOD.) SO hard it made a loud clap, and BOY! was he ever so surprised, I mean he only did it TWICE BEFORE. He threw his head up in opposition and immediate cantergettingfasterrrrrrr. My hand is now tingling numb and when I looked down, I had a mess of reins. Ok, I wish my fingers to work again. Right now would be great.

OH MY GOD what have I we started. I KNOW what comes next. LOCK DOWN. I turn his head and I SIT. STRAIGHT. UP. Stopping back, strong abs, hands at withers, STRONG, auhgh!!! STRONG! All I can think is "OMGOMGTWOMORE SECONDS TWOMORESECONDS..." I know that he will give in.
Often I think that my riding will get better as my timing gets more experienced, hence this is a great experience because as soon as I feel the slightest muscle in his body relax I"M OUT OF THERE.

I want to try and explain it in terms that non horse people could really get a good mental picture of some of the experiences we have with our horses. Many people try and do the same, I know. But they are not me and they might not compare putting the lock down on a horse about to something very very STUPID, with uhm- let's say your body is in some kind of coffin with metal studs inside. You tense up every muscle in your body in some last ditch effort to dissapate into thin air because someone just strapped you to the nose of a missile and the coffin handle is stuck so you have to hold back the blasting rocket boosters because you know they will stop a n y s e c o n d?

yah, it's kinda like that.

Doesn't matter though. The good days, the bad days they are never bad, but the "learning" days.

Venice, Louisiana, Boat Captain/ by Catherine Craig

2010-06-25T16:42:00.000-05:00

MICROBES! MICROBES! MICROBES!!!!!

2010-06-25T13:32:00.000-05:00

As if its not bad enough already, those asshats go and spill a bunch of toxic CHEMICALS in the water to thin it out! I stood there and watched the water roll in, it BUBBLES! Tons and TONS of little bubbles popping in a very weird and eerie way.

Hey OBAMA why don't you look into MICROBES, ya jerk!
here, let me make it real easy for you:
Bioremediation
Bioremediation
THE EPA endorses BIOREMEDIATION, but I guess that BP hasn't gotten control of them the same way they have taken control of this whole situation, becuase HERE is the real story here on the Gulf Coast:
A friend of mine posted these things she has heard first hand....

"Today, a fisherman told me that his two best friends that have shrimp boats, contracted with BP for dead marine life disposal. They use their boats to pull in the floating carcasses. They load them onto barges that take them down to Mexico to be burned. It's for "public health reasons that they dont want them washing up on shore. REALLY?

I asked why they dont take pictures and he said they have families to worry about. What kind of scare tactics is BP using against these people!?!

A boat captain said he saw crews being instructed to burn oil areas where large sea turtles were trapped by the booms. They burned them up with the oil to keep from having to stop the burn for a rescue that could take hours. (Call me a bleeding heart but that's savage.)"

BP Oil Spill DISASTER

2010-06-25T12:44:00.000-05:00

I have some things to say about this whole thing, but I don't have time right now.

Here are some pics from Pensacola Beach taken the day the oil hit our beach. WE ALL need to do our part to stop relying on these Oil Corporations. Corporate America is corrupt and GREEDY.

OH! and Did you know that High-fructose corn syrup is ONLY LEGAL in the US????????

BEFORE

AFTER

Do your part!
STOP
supporting
BP!
This is NOT a Natural Disaster, This is a HUMAN DISASTER!

Don't be a PUSSY PANTS like THAT well known "mommy blogger"!

DO NOT CANCEL your trip to the Gulf Coast! We need your support to stay alive, and to get our beautiful beaches back!

it is still beautiful here and there are pleanty of other things to do. The oil has not seeped into the hotel pools, the hotels, the theaters, or the restaurants just to name a few!

I am so going to cosplay Kate at the next Con

2010-05-24T04:12:00.001-05:00

YES! I am a HUGE fan of the show LOST and after watching the final I went into the message boards to see what everyone was saying. Btw, I loved it.

In the message boards over at USA Today "layfieldster" says: "More proof that the Sideways was some sort of purgatory is when Kate told Jack "I have missed you." In saying this, we are told that Kate went on to live the rest of her life and never see Jack again since he died as soon as they left the island. "

This hit me especially hard and I started sobbing.
If this could be true...
People often say that I remind them of Kate and or they associate me with Evangeline Lilly. That's not really what I think is freaky. What is freaky is the parallel that if thus were true, I have a chance to say the same exact thing that Kate told Jack to my own Jack.
He must be living on the island. He's one of the others not ready to remember and move on. He's in the flash sideways waiting for me. he's hanging out with Ben or Hurley.

...and then I was thinking about Matthew Fox. He used to be on a show that I watched and loved called "Party of Five" The one distinct thing I remember about that show is the episode that the family got together to have an intervention for the middle brother, Bailey who had a problem with alcohol. I was sitting on my mod sofa with bright fushia flowers all over it in my old mansion apartment on the North side of Youngstown watching that episode and it hit me. All of the sudden I realized (like the Losties memories in the flash sideways.)
I was unaware up until that point that "my Jack" was an alcoholic.
I had seen the things Bailey (very well played by Scott Wolf) was doing and the reasons the intervention was planned. He treated me exactly like that. I sat on my couch alone and cried for hours.

degrees-of-seperation-of-slub and I resemble Evangeline Lilly and Kate. The same actor starred in both television shows that touched one area of my life greatly. I can only hope one day that I will be able to find him, look at him with the same emotional compassion and understanding as Kate did Jack, and say "I have missed you." and walk into the light. Together. I wish I could touch on how emotional this is for me.

My Jack

Furthermore with the final show and the message boards, thank you Jalen_Lost for posting this in the abc forum
"It is NOT about any particular religion but near the end, at the church, you can see the symbols of the main religions - the moon & star of Islam, the yin-yang symbol of Taoism, the wagon-wheel looking symbol of Buddhism, the jewish star, the symbol of Om, the holiest of Hindu mantras, and of course, the Christian cross.
It doesn't matter what religion you believe in, in the end -- we all get to the same place..."

There are a lot of opinions on the message boards and also a bunch of whining. I think that Christian Shepherd standing in front of the window representing all religions was a major point of the ending. Thanks Jalen for stating my exact thoughts so well. What a poignant ending to a kick ass show.

Don't look up

2010-05-23T02:29:00.000-05:00

So I'm at a friend of a friend's house and I have to go to the bathroom. I've had a few beers and I have to go increasingly more and more as the seconds go by. It was getting to the point where I was just plain uncomfortable.
"May I use your bathroom?" I asked.
"Sure! Don't mind the mess, we're remodeling it right now." she said.

I walked in and noticed that the remodeling was actually pretty cool, kinda shabby chic. I sat down on the tolit and after looking at the cool stripped wooden floor I looked up at the wall on the other side of the room.

cockroaches. everywhere.

I changed my knickers soon as I got home.

One of the five. You pick.

2010-05-23T02:08:00.000-05:00

There are a few names for this post. I thought of them while I was walking mutchie.
1. I think my horse thinks I need a hobby because I bug him too much.
2. In the words of CB ("The Teenager"): "Slubini, sometimes to be a good horse person it means having to leave your horse alone."
3. "Hello, everyone. My name is Slub. I'm a dumbass."
4. "R E S P E C T, my horse has NONE for me...sockittome, sockittome...."
5. "hey asswipe, stop wearing flip flops to the barn."

It really wasn't his fault. I mean really. Although he should not be biting me at ALL, I was warned. I KNEW it was going to happen and instead of ending the whole thing with him tolerating me petting him on the neck, I pushed.

What I did to Dusty today was not unlike if you had gone to the gym and worked out muscles you don't even know exist. Say, you were pretty much miserable in pain but dealing with people making you do things such as MOVE. Then you are done doing things and you get to sit on the couch and here I come poking and petting and just basically bothering you to high hell.
Then you tell me a FEW times that you're going to give me a black eye if I don't stop.
I don't stop.
You EVEN tolerate me poking a few more times...until, Until! My finger ends up in your crushing jaws!!

I shit you not people. He bit me again. And I knew it was going to happen.
Please don't tell anyone. Its getting embarrassing.

See, It was rainy and none of the horses had gone out all day. The rain cleared up when I arrived and I decided this was the perfect time to get the ball and horse out and head to his pasture. The other time I tried this at this barn there were horses in the pastures and they began to run, because if you have seen the video(s) of my horse playing with the ball you see he really steps up to the plate. He's Prix St. Georges of the Jolly Ball. So my efforts that day were cut short.

No horses out, dusty and I in his pasture (after lunging) I'm kicking the ball to him and he is doing airs above the ground playing with it. As usual he runs to the gate and watches me kicking and playing with it like a soccer ball. He waits. Then I kick it closer to where he is. And then I wait. Soon as I turn around he goes to the ball and leaps over it, picks it up throws it, stomps on it and it is TRUELY HILARIOUS when it rolls between his front legs to his back end, he gets so mad! Finally, he'll throw a buck and grab it, shake it back and forth in his mouth and start RUNNING. He runs two laps and he changes leads so swift you don't even see it happen. I'm standing in the middle of the large pasture watching him fly like the wind, My heart bursts with adoration of this animal. Nearing the trees he stretches out like a slinky in order to make it under the lower branches it's so incredible to watch. I will do that with him someday (on purpose).
I hold out my hand, palm up (I've taught him to come to me this way)
He turns around, and is now running straight. towards, me.
Uhmmmmm. I held my arms up and he turned.
So, I caved on the little game of chicken with a thousand pound animal.
I held out my hand once more and he circled in to me. About 20 feet in front of me he went to a trot, so I stood looking down.
He stopped about five paces in front of me. I pet him. "omg! this is so cool!" I'm thinking. Whoa! He's breathing really heavy. First thing I do is collect the ball, game off. He needs to walk to cool down. I started walking toward the fence to grab his halter and I realized that he was already following me. We circled the whole pasture. We did some figure 8's and some circles. Stopping, backing, he was RIGHT there every time, no leash and not in my space. He gets a shower and we go graze on the other side of the property. He on grass and I on the berries that cover the lush yard.

I thought he would maybe be sore.
Yesterday he looked fine and I rode him he felt really good, nice trot. A good ride. Oh, and he was nice.
But not today. I was going to ride but it was raining so I packed my breeches into a bag and slipped on a skirt and flip flops. Headed out to pick up the teenager and killer b. One goes to Baseball practice and one goes to barn with me.

There are a few dressage saddles for sale going around so Leggs came over to check the fit on Dusty. She went into his stall and he was NOT NICE. "OMG, he's SORE DOOD! He's that crabby?! he has to be sore!" I said- I guess in an effort to save him from her punching his crooked blaze off.
Then I connected it. He needs two days. The second day he needs something for his pain. I'm not into bute so I was thinking perhaps some BL Solution the day of workout/craziness. I guess it would make a difference to days after...(hmmm)
Leggs can't give lessons in the rain so she leaves the teenager there with me and heads into town.

So then I pretty much did what I said above all that other stuff and I got it. He bit the crap out of my finger. Right hand pointie. right on the knuckle.
I looked saw no blood, but it hurt!
I grabbed the halter off the door and tried to smack him with the end of the lead. it didn't reach.
I had FLIP FLOPS ON. I'm stupid, but that's a death sentence. I'm not going in there.
I threw the whole thing at him and he slipped and fell in his stall because its humid out and even though there's enough sawdust, it happened. He looked really surprised and jumped right up. Scurried into the corner. I screamed at him. "BUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHAAAGGGHHHH!!!!" ...I was the only one around. I look down and there is blood everywhere. I can bend it. I can feel the tip of it.
Where's the ice? I'm good. It's all good. fine. fine. yah I'm fine (except for the sight of blood like that makes me faint-able.)
ok, time to go.
I head over to the other side of the property where the teenager is grooming her ponies.
"hey, cb, you ready to go?"
"yah, I'm ready. What happened?"
"ohhhh. nothing. ummm yah know, just one of those things...uhm. yah. I should've left him alone. It was my fault. totally." I said to her
"He BIT you AGAIN?!"
"Don't tell anyone!" I say.

We were looking at it in the light. Its just a small wound but its bleeding a lot! and AND AHHHHND I look and see that it looks like it has a tiny splinter sticking straight out of it.
Weird. There was no wood involved in the whole thing.
"CB! CB! what is this little thing sticking out of it?"
She looks closer and gives into her stomach. As did I when I realized that that little thing is not a splinter of any kind! I think its part of my vein! or nerve! or artery!

Its our little secret for a whole three minutes. "CB, can you please call your mum for me?" I sunk my hand into a bag of ice from the connivence store on the corner.
I let leggs know that I might need to go to the hospital.
"My heart's not hanging out, but I think my vein is. Dontworryaboutwhathappened. Can you look at it when we get there?"
I'm driving down the highway and I got all sweaty. REALLY sweaty.
ooh I know what this means. I open all the windows, "sorry, Cb I need some air."
I could feel my whole body break out into a sweat all at one time. Profusely. I've got to be turning ghostly as we are driving over the bay bridge. I took some deep breaths and in a few minutes I felt a bit better.

Made it to Leggs hobbitty house and her boyhusfriend checked it out, He's in the medical field so he's got some little magnifying gadget out to look at it as I convulsed all over the floor. They both pretty much confirmed I didn't need emergency because whatever it is WILL DRY UP AND FALL OFF.

I'm sitting there at the kitchen table trying to get my stomach back, stop thinking about my vein hanging out of my finger, how bad it hurts and how dumb I was today.

Leggs says "should I make some foods?" and just like that I felt better. She said food. Even with a bum finger and a crushed ego best friends know just exactly how to make it all RITE. I enjoyed LOST on an awesome TV and Legg's Chicken Stuffed with Cream Cheese Wrapped in Bacon, kick ass my favorite rice, and a yummy yummy salad.

I almost forgot about my finger until....(to be continued)

on the shelf

2010-05-23T01:33:00.000-05:00

If all of my past lives lived in little jars on a shelf, they would live in these little jars.

NUMBER9NUMBer9NuMBER9...

2010-05-23T01:30:00.000-05:00

I know it's been a long time. I'm sorry that I have let down all 9 of my followers. I'm glad I have 9. I'm Surprised that I have 9. I mean really- Nine followers in what owhhh, SEVEN YEARS of writing a bunch of nothingness and a horse? So, thank you nine followers for being interested enough in this little thing I have going on to step up. I'm not even being sarcastic. I think its really cool.

See, I understand. This blog has no point. As if that isn't bad enough, It does not have contests in which you receive prizes like iPads, Nikon Cameras or Espresso Machines. I read these big time fancy blogs that have been around since I first started and now they are going on the national Morning Show to be interviewed live on television, they're getting to go to Amsterdam, they're meeting OPRAH. They pretty much all resemble each other. Abiet wonky, they're happy intelligent people enjoying their lives and families. And getting paid to tell about it. Because, unlike me, they have a POINT.

So I guess that I can do something to change that. That's if I decide that I want to be interviewed by the CBS morning show. That's really EARLY.
I guess the whole "mommy" blog thing has been done, and I don't have any kids so clearly, that won't work out. And so has the whole "child-free by choice" thing. I could probably slip into there but I'm not sure I can whole heartedly take the pledge. I've been to "glamourous and single" choice also. Although I am both of those things, I spend way more time in my Ariat's than my Jessica Simpson's. I couldn't help but to feel a bit in over my head announcing in my latest post that I wore my Citizen jeans to ride in and not only do they fit better, they now have poo all over them.
So what do I represent?

What is the POINT?

2010-05-10T13:18:00.001-05:00

really? REALLY??

2010-04-08T01:34:00.000-05:00

Leave it to the good ol'craigslist...

Want out of marriage - Need hot woman to seduce husband - m4w - 29 (FL or AL)
Date: 2010-04-07, 2:44PM EDT

Looking for a sexy woman who wouldn't mind seducing my husband to try to get him to cheat. He is pretty attractive and this is very real! I can voice verify and tell you the story ...

* Location: FL or AL
* it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or other commercial interests

WHO does that?

Ariat, love ya but you just can't stay together.

2010-03-31T03:45:00.000-05:00

Time for new boots.

I think that it is safe to make the assumption that seeing the wear and tear on the equipment that we use for our hobbies, or our sports lets us feel a certain amount of pride. The hours of life I gained and the things I have learned while being with my horse in these boots is well, memorable. I mean, they are still kiiiinda good..."They have soles! They're black!"

Really though that's a bunch of bullshit. I don't know why I am holding on to these boots any longer. These boots have no support. These boots have come apart at the seams. I'm not really sure what the THING is that I'm getting from these boots that makes me want to have them in my life.

I have had them for about a year and a half.
"SNAP!" the lace snaps apart. Again.
Uggh. I tie it in another knot and have to shuffle a bit.
Time for new boots.

Thank you MarkRobertson!

2010-03-30T04:19:00.001-05:00

I have been meaning to post this.
My dear friend Krissy welcomes home her husband and C130 pilot, MarkRobertson with huge smiles!
He's ALWAYS "Markrobertson".
Welcome home from Afghanistan MarkRobertson, and thank you!!

no more of this, young man.

2010-03-29T04:27:00.003-05:00

This is Dusty when I first got him around May 4, 2007.

And here is Dusty around September of last year.

Two things accurred to me as I was going through my Flickr photos.
1. Dusty looks really great!
2. And Interesting that I didn't know at the time, but when I got him he JUST turned four (Thinking he was four and a half was scary enough.)
April 2,2003 is his birthday. He's going to be Seven soon. Still a youngster but more responsible for his actions I guess, hah.
That means in this is seventh of many many many years to come there will be no more bites to the leggie...

...Bites to the elbows...

...or bites to the shoulders!!

The Hobbitty: Bathroom Situa.

2010-03-29T03:54:00.000-05:00

My apartment or, as we all know it- "The Hobbitty". Short for "the Hobbitty Hole". That is a term of endearment. I took this pic the first time I saw the place.

The bathroom sink in the Hobbitty is not in the bathroom. It is in between the kitchen and the little catch-all room. With good accessibility to the fire extinguisher.
That big box to the right of the sink is the rest of the bathroom. Yes, right there in that box no bigger than a porta-potty is a tolit AND a shower.

I don't live in NYC. This kind of stuff only happens in New York City right?
Nope. A cool little neighborhood called East Hill in Pensacola. The bayou is blocks away, very quaint and friendly place with parks. There are half a million dollar houses only blocks away, closer to the bayou but the charming part about East Hill are the duplexes, cottages-out-back and above-the-garage spreads. All of which have a bit of character. Instead of a secret trap door from the living room to the bedroom I got a bathroom sink in a really. Odd. Place.

And still, after 3ish years that's the most positive thing I have to say about the bathroom sink being in the the hallway.
But it makes for great jokes.
"This hotel room is not so great. The shower has low water pressure."
"Didn't you see the SINK in the bathroom?? This place is awesome!"

innocently interneting...

2010-03-26T18:06:00.000-05:00

Open up Google. Search for "men's pima tee" and get "image" results.

"oh my. hmm, I guess I'llllll choooose THAT ONE!"

click. > click.

"WHATTTT?!"
Immediently take a pic of my screen and text it to leggs. "DOOD! I'm sure we need to do business with these people LMAO!"

It said "ENLARGE".
click.

HAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH! OMG!
Well done marketing team of that company! Well. Done.

paper bag

2010-03-26T17:13:00.001-05:00

I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope
Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine,
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope
I said, 'Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified
Come on put a little love here in my void,' he said
'It's all in your head,' and I said, 'So's everything'
But he didn't get it I thought he was a man
But he was just a little boy
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

-Fiona Apple

Accoutrements

2010-03-23T05:05:00.000-05:00

I'm kind of a geek. My geekery doesn't go really far. I know that my computer is a Mac Pro Quad-Core 2.8GHz, and I know what that means. I know a little about Tengwar and Hobbits and even a teeny-bit about Steam Punks. My friends might disagree and say I'm a total geek. But they have never been to a "Con".

MegaCon Orlando

MegaCon Orlando

"Cons" were something that I had no idea about until I got the chance to go with the workies. The big workie is a huge fan of comics Illustrated Novels, hey that's cool and anyway, there are a lot of artists and stars there showcasing and promoting their work. I have to say, Orlando's Con had more enthusiastic cosplayers (people that dress up as their favorite video game/ comic) than the "Sturgis" of these events last year in San Diego, the ComicCon. ComicCon was a bit more serious, energy wise. Orlando was FUN! and there was a huge variety of self expression.

So, for the 2 out of 2.5 people that read this blog I will tell you the way it goes at a con. This would be a great time to contrast and compare to a Phish show, but I'm not really into it right now.
- kids parade around in costume. You want to impress them? ask them for a photo.
- adults walk around in costumes. You have no idea wtf it is. You say "hey! who are you COSPLAYING?" (that word makes them at least think you know something about this stuff) and they will gladly tell you which character they are, from idea conception to present day.
- walk around look at things to purchase. Such as...

-a GIANT! knife that weighs fifty pounds.

Kitty Cat collars with big bells, and studs!

Kitty Cat collars with bells, studs and a LEASH! (Cathy loves it when I make her demonstrate for me)

So we walk, and we look at things that we have no idea what the use is for, which is quite interesting because the stuff is FUN! and its annoying not to be able to say "Yes, I shall need a pair of kitty cat ears to complete my Puffinslayer costume from the Avenging Feral Felines series, yes, yes, the 1996 verion! Your favorite also?!" Instead of "OK SO what's with the EARS!?!" to the salesperson.

My Puffin$layer costume is COMPLETE!

- Now it's time to go out and get some fresh air. Make your way out of the "floor" area and into the hallway headed for the nearest exit and you will see something rather interesting going on. Groups of kids posing for a group action shots, and people throwing candy. Yes, you are to throw candy at the cosplayers if they "perform" for you. They really like "smarties" (HAHA)
- Outside now, have a seat on the bench and watch the people from the Race car convention walking by the cosplayers from the comic convention.
- Talk about when, where to go eat, and how that time is getting close. Not yet, but close.
- Decide that there is just way to much fun waiting and head back onto the floor. Pass the vintage Eastern weaponry and the whole Star Wars fleet made from recycled computer motherboards without stopping, I dare you.
- Be careful not to trip over the 15th group of 25 kids in a circle playing some random game you have no idea what it is, with its trinkets and accoutrements.
- Try on more ears.
- Head to "Artist's Row" where you can say to yourself elevenhundredety times "I REALLY can't draw" as you walk by the very talented inkers, and colorers, and sculpters, and geekers (ha!) you'll see all elevenhundredety of their sketchbooks sitting on the table beside them as they work...
...The only thing that makes this bearable is my totally tainted sense of humor in which I imagine myself dressed up like "The Inker" and spray ink all over the tables of art way better than mine, stand up on the table, laugh like a villan and say "Who's the villan now?! huh? huh?" while looking in the mirror fixing my hair. I would jump down loudly and run out with my cape flowing in my path, but then others would be throwing smarties at me and I would loose traction on them, slip and slide across the floor and bust my caped ass in front of the cool kids. And then for the FIRST time in my life I would be able to say "Dissappearing Ink!! it's probably faded by now AND I would have gotten away with it if it weren't for those meddling kids!"

sorry.

- Get your profile sketched by ONLY the most famous Playboy Cartoon Artist EVER on the front page of his book while he cracks you up with his friendly-ness and keeps telling you to "look at that window" as he sketches.

Mr. Doug Sneyd and I. Can you see the sketch? I LOVE IT!

DS " Christine, would you like bunny ears?"
ME: "YES! PLEASE! ABSOLUTELY! and BOOBS to go with them?!"
It was really nice to meet him and his wife. Very lovely people.

Big Workie is always running around like crazy at these things and if you want to see some good stuff, better try and follow him. He gets pictures signed by the actors to his daughters. This might sound cheesy, but Big Workie comes up with some pretty cool blurbs for them to write on that photo. For the Terminator girl, Kristanna Loken he had her write "To K,E: Don't let your dad terminate your boyfriends!" Cute.
He mentioned a Panel discussion. I swear he said "total nerd booooringness" but no! he said Billy D. Williams!

Colt 45...Works every time! (oh, and he was also in star wars)

-As geek burnout begins to set in stand in the hall and just ask people "comic book or video game?" as they walk by. Hope that you don't get spit all over when the giant cross comes up to you to tell you about that character, and wish so badly you can get in velvet ropes enclosing the REAL Flintstones car for a picture. There is just no way. Its being protected by the Ghostbusters!

Well, that's about all that's left to do for us. I think the others get together after the show and play card games & video games and stuff, but we went to see Alice in Wonderland at 3D IMAX (!) at at theatre where you can have a beer!

-On the way home stop at Adam's Rib in Gainesville, deal with all the orange and blue and get some of THIS!

Adam's Rib in Gainesville Fl. RIGHT ON. OMG the Greens!

2010-03-23T02:51:00.000-05:00

I dunno, I was just driving then all the sudden....

Unfollow (I'm willing to miss the three times next month you actually get off your ass and exercise)

2010-03-23T02:45:00.000-05:00

I just spent the last two hours up in a whole bunch of purses over on the FB. Great reference for fashion. After I looked at a few pages of pictures of people I don't even know I got bored. But I learned some things.

Yah, yah I see SR is rolling 465 hot chicks deep. Figures. Even though the bartenders give him rides home often (because he doesn't drive like that), the most handsome $ingle bachelor can always be found...have you ever seen the episode of South Park when Bebe gets boobs and all the boys turn into wild chimps? Exactly like that. Only the chimp-ie boys are very eligible bachelorettes.

Oh no! I see, (up in your purse) that one of my "friends" is no longer my friend! Hmmm. We were almost best friends in grade school! At least that's what I figured when you were one of four people that actually invited me to your slumber parties. Thank you for that. Thanks for tolerating me when I was the weird chubby one. I don't mind that you de-friended me. That little unicorn figurine you got me for my twelfth birthday that holds my memories of you will remain in my hope chest forever and ever. Unless you would like me to return it?

OMG! really? your friends with that girl that is married to that man that owns that place? That poor innocent girl that had no idea that her beloved spent a lot of time in the parking lot with that slutty blond. Everyone else did. I saw the pictures, the family has grown. I hope he's a changed man. Really I do. She was way to kind to end up with a cheating bastard. They can change I'm sure! I'm almost positive that my ex doesn't cheat on his new wifey (in their bed) like he did to me. How do I know he just got married? I was up in that purse too. He looks happy.

SHUT UP! I found you from this friend over here. It's the son of the woman that is the "main" woman in the life of a man with many many women. A man that told me countless times that he loved me. He's good at what he does. He could have given Tiger some pointers. He made me crazy. Crazy like, I FOUND all nine of the women, where they lived, what their phone numbers were, what car they drove and even that you and your mom are the only ones he takes around his family. I know, I know, I said crazy and I meant it. It was a rough time for me, I was pretty depressed and it gave me something to do until he showed back up at my house that evening, because it was me he was spending the night with all week. I just puked a little in my mouth reading what I just wrote. WHO DOES THAT? Your purse is quite interesting to say the least.

If anyone reading this post thinks for one second that I have way too much time on my hands and that I must be a very very sad individual- it's probably true however, I don't friend people that I didn't even speak to back then. At least I have that going for me.

I guarantee you that at least half of your friend list is in my group. Really. I believe the FB exists for one main reason. Well, two. Ladies fashion and going in purses. I'm just not afraid to admit it. I'll write a thesis on it. It is what it is. For the most part my intentions are to see that people in all my many lives are happy and successful, but then the boredom sets in, and mouse clicks start happening...

Can someone PLEASE post the news that I guess I'm waiting to hear? And it's not when/what you eat, how often you work out, and how much money you spent today. Can someone maybe happen to find a dinosaur? PLEASE. Someone have SOME news worth reporting. SOMEBODY PLEASE discover the secret to the acient Mayas or SOMETHING! I mean, really. out of alll those people, no one wins the lottery??

I guess its human nature to want to voyeur on other people's lives. And from this post you can gather that I am no different. With that said I am going to seriously TRY and curb my addiction to the FB.
I hear that they will start charging for use pretty soon.

Into the light of the dark black night.

2009-11-23T01:17:00.003-06:00

I whistled as I noticed that he was getting a little to much ahead of me. He didn't care at all. He usually perks up to attention when I whistle, but not tonight. There he goes. I could barely see him now, It has been rainy all day and the heat has turned the air into another one of those nights. As I quicken my step and start to jog I realize that our deal about him being on the 1ft lead for only emergencies? He may have just broken it.

"MUTCH!" I yell whispered, the kind where your throat gets scratchy.
Even in his aging years he heard me I know he did, because he turned around for one quick second to see me at a faster-than-walks pace, scampered a bit faster and then started running. I know that the first rule of dog club is not to run to catch a dog, but my dog never just straight out runs away from me on our walks. He's always respected our deal. My ball cap bounced off my head as I started to jog passing the tall live oaks along the Boulevard. The spanish moss really is extraordinary on these misty nights. The moon light is suggestive enough to coerce me into looking at the frondescence in 2-dimentional values for more than thirty-seconds. The air doesn't seem as chilly now. My blood rate is definitely up for the first time this week. That's a good start to a new week of "heart rate up for at least 30 minutes, three days a week" rule. I feel proud that mostly I exceed that.

Moments later I caught up to him and didn't scold him for running away from me. He slowed his pace and stayed right next to me the rest of the block and I serenaded him with the familiar "BAhrahRAHROOOOOO" that makes Jeffrey the Long Dog howl. His tail was wagging eagerly. I understand his happiness to get out, it is Sunday and I've been pretty much working all day.

Four blocks later I have to stop. I've never been fond of running just to run. I think it reminds me of doing squat-thrusts in grade school PE. Those were the worst. I remember basketball practice and then laugh to myself thinking of how I tried out for every sport and never made the team. I couldn't hit a hoop with a ball if a stork came and dropped it in there for me. But not now. Now, people stand and stare when I'm on the Super Shot game. Can't help it when the machine is screaming "NICE SHOT!" "WHATTA SHOT!" and "TWOOOO POINTS"! Much in the same way as your momma at the mail man, on check day.That reminds me. I was never good at cut down fights either.

I slowed my pace to a fast walk and couldn't believe that I just ran five blocks without being chased.
"hey, get up here on the grass" I said because Mutch veered out onto the road. He obliged, and led the way back to our house. My mind jumped to one of my most favorite songs that I sing too myself. "Blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly. All your life. You were only waiting for this moment to arise..."

Halloween 2009

2009-11-18T01:22:00.003-06:00

Joanne Clair and Johnnie

Crystal, DS and Joe

Billy, Joe, Me and Crystal

DS and I know a guy that knows a guy...

Halloween 2009...Good times!

We went to the Rocky Horror at the Pensacola Little Theatre. SOOO FUN!

Happy Birthday Scorpio!

self service 24 hr. car wash: the new hooker hangout?

2009-11-18T00:57:00.003-06:00

So as I walk out of the circle K and approach my car to get in I see that some bird has taken vengeance on the Jettie. Some bird shit all over the front of my car like it had just eaten some McRib sandwiches. FOUR McRib sandwiches to be exact. Hm. Washing my car is one thing on my to do list, so I shall go. Now.

I thought of the closest self service car wash. One is over there, where I probably shouldn't be doing the whole "girl washing car" thing in front of the whole neighborhood. A neighborhood that I shouldn't be in after dark. But ah! there is another, the other way; about six blocks. I knew I would have the whole place to myself because 9:00 is like the middle of the night here. I pulled in and parked in the second to last bay.

For the thirty-first time I look down into the dark circular space intended for a cup and wish those tokens into quarters. (Lesson learned: never put $20 into token machine if most of the games SUCK.) that didn't work so I grabbed my little pursie purse and collected my $2.25 worth of quarters considering the damage done if I try to stick a token in the slot.

I have two dollar bills I can get change for if I run out of time so I pick up the sprayer and switch the dial to "rinse". I brought Mutch with me. He was so hilarious when I sprayed the window! His reaction was pretty much the same as a humans would be. Each time he made a funny face. I could totatlly do this for all of my allotted four minutes and twelve seconds, but I've been trying to not let the A.D.D control me. I began to work my way around the rest of my car. I take personal note that a little Tan truck has been sitting a few spots down at the vacuums and think that at least one other person washes their car THIS late at night.

I turned the switch to "foam brush"...geeze! that thing was squirting out pink bubbles! like right away! all over the floor! I turned to scrub the hood and noticed somebody duck around the corner. Whatever, they must be looking for change. I COVERED my car with what looked like a pepto-bismal and dish soap practical joke and I hear "Ehhhhssssuuuuze me MAmm. whhhold you hhHap ep ennn to have change furh a tin?"

I turn to look at whom is addressing me with a wildly foaming staff of metal spewing pink foam everywhere. I see...Gene Simmons meets Willie Nelson fondling some money and having energy of DRUNKenness. "No I don't. Sorry." I said. (Did THAT guy get out of THAT car??)
"oh, ok, sorry to bother you. By the way, you look REALLY NIIiiiiIICCCe in them jeans."

ohhh kaaaay uhhm. Look around and add all weapons within reach into mental inventory. Takes .002 seconds. I reckon I'm HOLDING a weapon. I'll foam him to death! It must have been written all over my face because he says "well sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. please forgive me, but you are (as he leans far back) woooowhhhe!"

Mutch is in the car. He hates drunk people. He shall be weapon number two. "Sir, you should go and wash your car." I said. In my way. More apologizing, and he's gone.

Ugh. That little exchange just cost me the rest of my time. I have to walk around the front (where he went) to the change machine. So there he is, standing up against the trash bin trying to write or something. WTF?
The stupid machine won't take my dollars (computer says NOOOooo) and here he comes. He gives to me in detail how the change machine will only take a dollar every few minutes. It's WEIRD like that.

I tried again, both slots. He's still talking and apologizing. And getting REALLY in my space. "SO, does it do this all the time?" I asked. He seemed to know so dam much about the thing, I was beginning to think he was the night attendant. "PSshhhht. HELL, I don't know. What? do I LOOK like the change machine attendant?"
SERIOUSLY? I had to stop to access the situation.

Walking back to my car that is covered in PINK FOAM I can hear him yelling out places I shall go to get change. The circle K a block down the street is open. I'd rather ignore him because I'm passed that. I'm now on DRIVING my car to the convenience store COVERED IN PINK FOAM.
And that's just what I did.

NOBODY even laughed. Can you believe that? Not even the skater boys walking into the store. And trust me you COULDN't miss it. Truthfully, it really upped the comedic value of the whole situation.
I returned to the car wash and that ford truck was gone. And so was "crazytown". I liked that.
Everyday is an adventure. (I would have kicked that guy's ass.)

Mood: totally bitchin.

2009-10-01T02:23:00.005-05:00

I listened to Dave Navarro's show tonight. And I also joined the live message boards. It was so totally like hanging out with my friends- every topic took a giant nosedive into the land of ridiculous inappropriateness. I learned there's a video of a lady having massive slukkies in a hot tub, saw some interesting pics of DN that even I could never find on the internet, learned that Dave thinks his therapist wants to pork him and got to hear Sandra Bernhard's new song. All while working.

$miler'$ Antiques

2009-09-23T03:54:00.002-05:00

On the way home from Orlando Bosley usually cuts the drive a bit by stopping at some random place to browse or eat. Hilarity usually insues.
I spilled a gigantic coffee (on the save) all over the counter at Dunkin Donuts. She insisted that they had NO towels. Bosley and I are grabbing napkins out of the dispenser like mad...until I pop the whole thing open and grab handfulls of paper napkins to clean up the tidal wave of iced coffee. She stood there and watched. Bosley was apologetic I was about to write an email to DD telling them to get some ding dang rags. We both thought we were being punkd'. We stopped at this place to eat once just ordered like, 20 tiny yukky burgers and the power went out. They gave us 15 half cooked tiny yukky burgers and wouldn't let us leave. Bosley grabs Moby's latest cd and makes us listen to it in the van. No, no that's not hilarious at all.

so on our way home this time we're given the option to stop at this "really cool" antique store.
"Hell yah!" I said as Cath follows it up with "owwhhallriggght."

As we pulled in I was a little apprehensive I have to admit. I've seen set ups like this before...I didn't make it five steps into the door and I was fixed upon a vintage ring. It was the prettiest square cut gemstone set in this fabulous art deco style. I knew that I didn't have any money to spend on that kind of thing so I didn't even check how much it cost. I tore myself away and took a look around.

uhmmm okaaaayyy.

I started down the first aisle looking at prices of things that caught my eye.
Yah, it's one of "those" places. Tourist attraction vintage market. Booths rented out by "dealers" that aren't anywhere around. Prices so stinking high I'm not sure if anyone with a space was doing much $miling. They certainly weren't doing much money counting. Or booth re-stocking.

I take this as a personal challenge. I'm determined to find that one little thing that is priced (really) low and has style. It's the Scorpio/Virgo/Artist in me. I can't help it.
And that is just what I did. More like that's what I thought I did, until I flipped my find around to see the ridiculous price affixed to the side. DAM. I wanted it so badly and I was convinced the price was under $10! I had to alert Cathy!
I took my find over to her as she was looking at a full color,life size stand-up cutout of Peppermint Patty. Cut out of plywood.
I showed her my find and the price tag.
She showed me her find and the price tag on it.
We looked at each other. Crookedly. "That thing is cut out of PLYWOOD not Granite right?" I said.
She had me take a pic of her with it.

I continued on my way with my find in tow and spotted this:

I HAVE to have this. At least in my imagination."How much?" I asked to woman that was following me around. She had to go call the vendor. I don't know why I made her do that. Maybe it was unconsciously to get her off my tail because I wasn't ever going to pay $375 for a stuffed rattle snake with a bunk rattler.

then I see this:

ItwouldbesoperfectinDS'shouse! But it wont. It will be perfect there. On that pegboard wall. Until the end of time with a price tag like that. I swear that I could go hunt my own for less. Who ELSE would want this??

I was so fired up for no real reason and so I took my find to the counter.
"I'll pay eight bucks for this."
"She won't take eight dollars for that." the lady immediately said.
I set my find on the counter and politely said "Then I don't want it." and went outside to get my phone. I was kinda upset.

Cathy was sitting on the bench and told me that she just saw a lady walk outside and say to the man she was with "It's a bunch of overpriced JUNK!"
So, not just MY experince? I'm just sayin.

DAMDAMDAM!my find was so awesome! But I wouldn't even pay that much if I had some fun money to get rid of! I was pissed and beginning not to like this place. I sure wasn't $miling as I walked back in to find Bosley. I turned the corner and was faced with a wall of these:

EEeeeeeeeeeeeKKKkkkkk!!!

okay. I'm officially delivering the inevitable to Bosley. We're ready to go. I'm not sure if I will be able to sleep for months now after seeing that.

I found him knee deep in pristine Vintage Christmas records, and excited about it so I told him of my find let down and HEY! LOOK AT THIS RATTLESNAKE!! I really couldn't spoil his moment all too much. He gave himself ten more minutes. I agreed. Went back outside to talked with Cathy for a few minutes and realized that I didn't get a picture of my great find.

I went into the store again.
As I walked in, the woman was wrapping up my find and handing it to Bosley along with all 50 of his Christmas records.
I took it away from her, looked at Bosley, gave it back to her and said "No. no. Return this please." He was laughing at me as the woman and I played a little round of push and push back with the package.
"Bosley, that's way too much for that! REALLY! THANK YOU! But PLEASE RETURN IT. return it?"
So he bought it for me. He told me thanks for being a part of the team.
I had a little bit of a hard time accepting it. I mean really, it wasn't a ton of money but still. "HOLY SHIT!THANK YOU BOSLEY! THANK YOU THANK YOU!"
So the third time I walked out of there I was indeed, $miling.

what is this very fantastic find?...

COOL HUH?!

hehe! it's GIANT! I LOVE IT!

Highlights of my latest trip to Epcot

2009-09-23T03:30:00.002-05:00

1. 11 hours of meetings (let's just get that out of the way.)

2. Seeing this and thinking about it rolling away AGAIN. Want to make my experience magical? let that thing roll around the park a'la "The Prisoner!"

3. Cathy being coy about the fancy spaceship Robert rented for us.

4. The Tequila Bar in Mexico. Could only get better with some of that other stuff you can readily get in Mexico.

5. Soarin'. Five times in a row. My feet off the ground. Soarin'. And the Tequila Bar. And Cathy ordering a pitcher of Sangria at dinner.

I'm so lucky to work with the people that I do. It's always a great time as well as productive. I love the career experiences and getting to hang out with my coworkers. The time I spend laughing with them is invaluable to me.

Slub Stuff...

2009-09-22T02:33:00.012-05:00

COOL STUFF HERE

Meringue Rings

Little USB STICKS. howcoolisthat?!

Bottlecap Tripop

Typography Soap

Crossing swords since 1994.

2009-09-15T01:56:00.004-05:00

Canfield Fair. So glad the Dutchess and Jim like the vegetables too!

2009-09-15T01:52:00.001-05:00

Dusty is fancy. Dusty makes me fancy.

I can't love you with your eyes wide shut.

2009-08-08T16:09:00.012-05:00

I keep trying to place myself in a hypothetical situation whereas:

I very recently met someone that I connect with in magical ways. I look very forward to spending time with this person. When we are together the rest of the world comes to a whoa. My feelings are returned with a grown up sense of understanding and appreciation. And caring. We are confidant and excited for our future of growing together. My house is a home with this person.
But.
There is something taking my emotional state to ragged. I am ready to finalize the divorce. But this person, the one that I fell in love with not all that long ago is looking for redemption. Very last minute ditch efforts to convince me to reconsider. Remember that our love is stronger than this? Begging and pleading for another chance to give me all of the things that they had promised me on that day.

My conscience simply cannot allow me to be numb to this. I have deep emotional strings of loyalty and here is this person that I fell in love with at their utmost vulnerable state. While I listen to him turn the pages of the chapters numb feelings feed my brain the sadness I have for being the enigma of his brokenness. It makes me introspect with the knowledge that I have on the other side that in which I never felt they could give me in the first place. A slight escape from the confrontation.
As I tell him that I don't love him anymore my heart breaks with a certain sadness.

In an effort to understand your energy my guileless thoughts have no trouble jumping into that persona. I gather memories from one of my own past lives. Sure, it wasn't a marriage. But it was. I'm not one to believe that it takes a piece of paper. My thoughts are returned with compassion while knowing that we have all been there. We have all fallen out of love and we have all begged for forgiveness at some point in our lives. In some cases human nature leads to aggressiveness if we learn there are doors opening on the other side.

Your words are so sweetly reassuring. The only threat I sense comes from my own yearning to ease you. I can see through the looking glass and I respect that this may not be my place right now.
I don't know that I want it to be my place.
But still, your humanity makes me want to reach inside of you and hold with tender hands as I hear the maze of your voice. I am being careful to manage the state of your being because I respect you. I care about you.
I can't help but to want to give you any such space you need at this time. I suspect that you need this time to be in your cave. So please take it if you need it. Take it now before my own compassion dwindles into intolerance. I can't love you with your eyes wide shut.
The adoration that I feel for you has grown as I witness your empathy. The way in which you have handled yourself at such a weird time is as much of the extreme gentleman as it is sexy. Thank you for giving me the confidence of knowing you stand steadfast that I am indeed your desire.
It is all I need
to do what I do.

What phishs around comes around

2009-07-16T23:28:00.003-05:00

Phish at Alpine Valley 6/21/09
Originally uploaded by phishfromtheroad

Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions.
Pick Your Artist: Phish.

Are you a boy or a girl?
sample in a jar

Describe yourself:
Golgi Apparatus

How do you feel:
your hands and feet are mangoes But your gonna be a genius anyway.

Describe where you currently live:
Rift

If you could go anywhere, where would you go:
Wading in the velvet sea

Your favorite form of transportation:
Lawn Boy

Your best friend is:
Wilson...WIIIIIILLLLLLLLSSSSSSOOOOOON

What's the weather like:
Split open and melt

Favorite time of day:
farmhouse

If your life was a tv show, what would it be called:
Reba

What is life to you:
bathtub jin

Your relationships:
When you're there, I sleep lengthwise
And when you're gone
I sleep diagonal in my bed

Your fear:
chalk dust torture

What is the best advice you have to give:
punch you in the eye

If you could change your name, you would change it to:
Suzy Greenberg. Marco Esquandolaz.

My soul's present condition:
Bouncing Around the Room

My motto:
you enjoy myself

and then I fell out of my chair.

2009-06-15T02:57:00.001-05:00

"This influence can introduce much pleasantness into your life through good times, agreeable relationships, sexual attraction and friendship. The problems that you will confront during this time are: overindulgence, lack of self-discipline, and unwillingness to work. This influence does not fit you for demanding work or trying situations, for you are likely to be lazy and unwilling to rouse yourself. If you don't have to accomplish anything, there is nothing wrong with this mood. In fact it is a good time to take it easy. But be careful not to overindulge in food or drink; today's good feelings may be tomorrow's headache! Your creative energies are stimulated, but you may lack the creative self-discipline that can turn a random outpouring of feelings into an artistic medium and disciplined art."

astro.com. GO. Know the EXACT minute you were born please.

stumbled upon me, as I did upon it

2009-06-12T04:11:00.005-05:00

I know marketing well. I, myself market. I hold pride sometimes in my outstanding knowledge of the game. Its very hard to sell me with your broad impersonalized target techniques. It is an easy walk by and I fundamentally pay no attention to any corporations generalizations.

Not long ago a good deal approach me in the most creative of ways. In a social networking setting, I looked at the advertisements. I was monetary lured when I realized that over the years of the product's up and down market values and repeated loss of investors, the genuine value of said product had not changed in many years. Not in face value at least.

I'm not really sure how I can go and make a statement like that because I haven't even set my eyes on the actual investment. But what I can tell you is that the direct marketing tactics that are being displayed by the franchise after they grew witness to my inquiries are mucho outstanding. So outstanding in fact, that I am allllmost willing to purchase sight unseen.

This franchise is only working with the very best of copywriters, brainiacs and satirical humorists. Also he has looked into re-viving attention grabbing sales techniques that have been long since forgotten. The personal approach. That's what will make me pull. Thank you!

I'm inquisitive mostly. Doubtful hardly. I will watch silently by, for moments unlearned. I will take every emotional selling point in consideration. In my own time. I will notice the jealously I feel when others talk of the franchise before I get to view let alone commit to anything. Your adaptable proficiency will and should make me this way.

Usually if the investment seems too good to be true- what is it? I'm not going to go on and focus on what "might" happen or what "could" happen because well, my gut tells me not to think that way in this case. Perhaps it was just that the failed investors weren't meant to be part of that universal deal in the first place?

But. I mean, the nest is all I've got. How will I know exactly when to sign on the line? Without questions? Without fears of losing everything that I've built without assisted incentives of emotional and physical profits? I've made investments before. None up to now have been successful. Most just ran their course of years. A few I pulled out of immediently. A few I lingered a little longer than my money was worth. But either way I'm sick of it. I want to make an investment in something real, that will be appreciating every living breathing day.

I'm wondering if such has just stumbled upon me, as I did upon it.

an afternoon exchange

2009-06-04T02:33:00.002-05:00

With one of my best friends. On ze Facebook.

Leggs: " ...is blah blah tunnel n light n stuff!"

me "your right sister! I'm crackin up"

L "What came first the light or the tunnel?"

m "the accident inside."

L "Lol. Anywho back to that tunnel...."

m "no use. you wont get to that point. too much romantics variables involved. that's a GOOD thing."

m "and you know your kind of "romantics" of course."

L "U make me lose my s***"

m "now you have me laughing really hard. you choose to edit your words on FACEBOOK?! ilu."

L "I have students..... And I'm mature!!"

m "we need to call it a day right here. I just hit a STOP SIGN. wheew."

L "Never dood. I don't have a stop sogn remember?"

m "good thing I got a few here and there. randomly."

L "Oh yeah! Your the best! Lmfao...."

m "your students know what that means."

L "No way dood"

Its all about the volley with a good friend. Happy.

a few tracks later

2009-05-24T02:39:00.002-05:00

Ben Harper is singing about how it wouldn't have worked out anyway. And that for now its just another lonely day. So then a few tracks later he's telling everyone he's gonna burn one down. I got it.

Reloaded.

2009-05-02T01:56:00.003-05:00

I finally went to the grocery store. This is a very good thing. So good in fact that I had to post it.

2009-04-29T11:24:00.000-05:00

I'm NOT one of those people...

2009-04-25T00:04:00.002-05:00

that BRAKES on a highway "on" ramp.

It's like a dam runway people. GET. OFF. THE. BRAKES. (!)

delicious hair.

2009-04-03T22:59:00.002-05:00

From Episode 11 "Whatever Happens, Happens."

I like Kate.
I love Evangeline Lilly's hair in this episode.

aghhh! what's in the BOx?

2009-04-02T16:01:00.001-05:00

So, I go out to get my mail today and there is a package at my front door. I wondered for a second if I really ordered that bridle I was looking at online the other night. Walked over, picked it up.
Hm. It's from Amazon. Hmmmm. It's actually addressed to "16", and I am "18".
First gut instinct says: "oh, I'll just take it up to 16 and drop it off."
I shook the box.
HHHHmmMMMM...
Amazon
sells
EVERYTHING.
HMMMmm.
Owh Hell.
I open the cardboard shoe size box.

Inside I see a Nikon Cool pix camera and a small book titled "If the Buddah Dated: A handbook for finding Love on a spiritual Path"

I am DYYYYYYYYING for a little point and shoot camera. I look for them on ebay all the time.
Nikon is my camera of choice.
and if you know me well, the book is quite appropriate. LOL.

I'm standing there staring at the highly desired items in this box- FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!

I am an honest person, and whenever these kinds of "tests" are presented to me I will choose good karma and be honest. It's a scorpio thing. It usually gets me in trouble, or in debt, or nothing at all except the knowledge that I am living my life to my standards of being a nice human.

But. I will stir over it. For a moment.

the story of the story of the story of bad mouse karma

2009-03-11T16:54:00.005-05:00

I couldn't believe that the sign said " ALL THE TAFFY YOU CAN FIT IN THIS BAG FOR $1.50"
The sweet smells that are piped into the crowd get me everytime.
So heck, I went in the largest candy store on Main Steet.
Stuffed that little bag so full I would have enough taffy until at least September!

Later, while standing in line for Soarin' I plopped the seventeenth piece of taffy into my mouth.
It was kinda crunchy (?)
I don't know I just thought that maybe it was the little dried crunchy ends of the taffy...
...and then it all hit me.
The tootsie roll pop incident in high school!The dive into the pool! The walking into the door!
MY tongue felt my front teeth.
Yup.
I just crunched the bonding of my tooth.
I spit the whole glob of taffy out into the paper wrapper.

Teah was on the phone with her boyfriend and looked at me wondering what the hell I was doing.
I'm rapidly pointing at my mouth, she's got a puzzled look on her face and says "what???"
more rapid pointing.
"WHAAAAAAAAt???" she says again.
How could she not notice? It feels like half my tooth is gone!!! I'm not taking "WHAT" for a reaction.
"doode, MY TOOTH. LOOK AT MY TOOTH!!!!!!"
"owh. it's not that bad." and she continues talking to her boyfriend.

I was crushed. I was going to South Beach the NEXT DAY.
I'm not a very vain person, but for god's sake I'm basically average in every physical and cleavage-ical way and my smile- I need that!

I thought about it later.
I just wondered if it was the mouse's way of dishing me some bad karma back because I kinda dropped the f-bomb in the middle of the light parade (you know, the one with all the CHILDREN watching?) with enthusiasm to say the least. My friend instantly scolded me which was very bona fide because I mean, you know-
in the crowd of 10,000 children you could have heard a pin drop.

DO you know that they block off ALL of main street a good 45 mins before the parade even starts? Nope, can't even run-like-the-wind across.
And obviously, can't cuss about it either.

I'm running in and out of houses.

2009-03-09T14:44:00.005-05:00

I have really crazy dreams. This happens often and I will usually wake up with my heart beating real fast and I'm sweaty.

I'm always running. Physically RUNNING somewhere. Usually I am running to get away from someone. Or I'm running to get help from someone. Or running to find the men that my grandfather told me to go see if I ever had a *problem* that hang out in the back rooms of italian restaurants...so they can help me hide a BODY.

Last night I was running from a vicious pit bull on a leash. He was coming after me and the man holding him back said "owhhhh, he's jus playin."
-buLLLLLLshit!

The other constant is a house. There is always a house involved. I'm running in and out of houses.

It was a house that a group of people and I stayed in-and JUST left. I should have written it down, because I remembered vividly when I awoke. I had to go back to get something. When I arrived there were a whole bunch of really really weird people there. Like gypsies, fraternity boys and the family from texas chainsaw massacre.
yah.

ok, well maybe not fraternity boys, but you get my drift.

The house was on a hill in the woods. As I made my way to the door I walked up into the foyer and this man with this crazed dog appeared. At first I ignored him because I just needed to get my stuff. Then I realized that he was taunting him to attack me. As I ran down the steps pleading for him not to let the dog loose I tripped. The dog nipped me. I looked up and saw a door so I scurried through it. It was a plain wood paneling room, very small. I realized that there was another door so I swung it open anticipating freedom of the outdoors.- So that I can RUN some more.

As I pushed the second door open it stopped abruptly. It hit something. A person I thought. I said "I'm sorry who ever is in there." and turned to go back OUT the door I came in.

there was no way to tell if there was even a door there now.
I was trapped in this room and no idea what or WHO was in the other little room next to me....

I woke up.

I'm looking in my "Freud's Interpretation of Dreams". Volkelt believed that dreams took place not only on a mental level but a physical level also. "The human body as a whole is pictured as a house by dream-imagination and the separate organs of the body by portions of a house. In dreams with a dental stimulus, an entrance hall with vaulted roof corresponds to the oral cavity..."

I am getting a FIFTH wisdom tooth right now.
yah. I'm 36.
The bonding came off my front tooth, an ordeal which is causing me much anxiety.

I guess I didn't stick around long enough because it also says that the actual organ will openly reveal itself at the end of the dream - I would be pulling my tooth out in my dream.
But the other writers thought that this was a bunch of bull.
HOLY crap...
female area and genitals are regarded as "the bottom" = where I was trying to go.
Steps, ladders, staircases are represented as sexual act= walked up steps and tripped back down.
"smooth" walls of which the dreamer climbs, the facades of houses correspond to erect human bodies= the walls of the tiny room were SMOOTH. PLAIN. PANELING.

(AHHHHHHHAA! it's getting really weird! this is all on the same page in the book!)

"wood" seems from its linguistic connections to stand in general for female "material"=SMOOTH. PLAIN. PANELING. WOOD.

I gotta think about this.

My horse telling me to bug off with his Jolly Ball

2009-03-06T02:28:00.002-06:00

2009-03-06T02:23:00.000-06:00

My pone-pone is georgeous.

2009-02-24T10:59:00.004-06:00

Leggs handed me this blanket and said "here, see if this fits dusty."
"OMG! it looks like an old school blanket! so cool. It looks like Abercrombie and Fitch's version of a horse blanket!"
I picked it up and flipped it over...see the letters on it??

Deductive reasoning with horses.

2009-02-17T20:30:00.002-06:00

Get horse out of stall and put him in the crossties.
Grab curry and start circling on shoulder.
dancie-dancie "NO".
Put less than favored curry back in box.
Take out Soft brush.
(no curry=no hard brush)
start brushing shoulder.
dancie-dancie "NO".
face.
dancie-dancie "NO".
butt.
dancie-dancie "NO".
Horse in good mood.
?
legs.

see ankle swollen like big fupa.
place hand on ankle.
horse stands still.
Lowers head.
Licking chewing.

that's pretty much the system of talking to a horse.
Isn't it wonderful?!

"Thoroughbreds. I know. Right?"

2009-02-17T19:58:00.002-06:00

Here is Dusty (16.0h) standing next to Belda's Holstein-prehistoric-beast, Fidelio. Dusty is in the pasture with Fidelio's friend, Kaileif and he really wants to join them. I'm not sure Dusty is in shape enough to run from that thing but it's looking like later rather than sooner. Even though I'm sure they will get along together, over the gate they were playing lets bite necks and faces as I watched Dusty kick the gate. When I went out to get him I noticed some blood on his front fetlock. Felt it. Tasted his blood. HAAAAAAA just kidding. NO biggie, a little scratch. I dressed it. Hosed it. Gave it a kiss.
Well, TODAY his left front fetlock was so swollen that I could barely see a fetlock at all. (this is when I take a deep long breath alllll the way from my diaphram) and say..."Thoroughbreds. I know. Right?"

I have a cannon of an arm that can fire a dandy brush at his head faster than madge to kaballah school.

2009-02-17T18:18:00.006-06:00

Dusty has been ultra sounded and cleared for walk, trot.
whew.
whew.
yaH.
FUCK YAH!!
I kinda knew he was ready. He was pretty much telling me, with his out-of-nowhere outbursts of temper. His really lovely shark bite when I'm least expecting it is nice, his rearing out-of-nowhere while being led is pretty great too. No worry, I have a cannon of an arm that can fire a dandy brush at his head faster than you can get madge to kaballah school. But really. He was feeling like cantering around the pasture. He didn't want to canter at all when he was hurt and in a decent size pasture. He's feeling good, doing flying changes so smooth it made me pee my pants a little.

Don't worry, I didn't let this happen for long. I was running out to the pasture to be the party pooper. He's in a smaller pasture when I'm not there.

I've ridden him a just few times since the vet saw him over three weeks ago. As I placed the saddle pad on his back for the first time after five and a half months he stepped aside and turned his head. He wanted to see it. That's it.

He wants to see everything. If I try to pick his feet before showing him that I have the hoof pick in my hand he will not pickup his feet. He'll just keep tickling the back of my neck with his nose if I try. I know this sounds like a bad habit to some, but he's still a young horse. I let him and encourage him to show his youthful personality (as long as he's not being snarky). Maybe he's a very visual horse as I am a very visual person. He's smart like me because knows the power of the tickle...
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It was ultra fab to be on his back again as we walk around. He is absolutely (even after all his time off) the best moving horse I have ever worked with. Granted, I have never got to have a full lesson on a school master, and a lot of my feeling is because he is the youngest horse I've ever worked with but really, you would like riding him. I sure do.

very not necessary

2009-01-21T17:05:00.003-06:00

There was a bomb threat placed to the Pentagon today. It came from a coin phone in Destin. Destin is about 40 minutes east of here...Did you know that in 1978 they recaptured Ted Bundy here in Pensacola?

oh, and also? As I was driving in my neighborhood yesterday I glanced over to see a house that I always walk my dog by..."ow, well would you look at that?" A house in the neighborhood has thought it useful in hanging two flags out on the historical day. I was just not too sure the one with the big red one with the X through it was necessary. Yah, I'm pretty sure it was VERY not necessary.

2009-01-17T02:17:00.002-06:00

National television coverage is not what finally makes this one successful. That happened the first time he picked up the bass. For this one it is definitely all of his hard work combined with a natural talent to vomit. That means really rock out.

His first time on National television with a band that he deserves to be in, with his best friend on the drums. Conan Obrien show with Susan T. Pretty exciting!

Five Elements

2009-01-10T01:23:00.002-06:00

This wonderful holistic horsecare site is where you can learn about the five elements and which one your horse is. I was very excited to see that Dusty fits the description of the FIRE HORSE perfectly. Which one is your horse?

2009-01-05T21:42:00.002-06:00

I just saw a commercial for the ASPCA. They have the wonderful Sarah McLachlan as a sponsor and one of her saddest-day-of-your-life songs playing in the background as they show photos of the saddest most helpless looking puppies and kitties. I couldn't make myself stop looking as tears came streaming down my face.

Good thing I don't have a farm. I would adopt animals from the pound with reckless abandon. The best I can do at this point is donate and take the pledge to be aware of animal cruelty. Why don't you?

Please give your puppy or kitty or pony a big kiss. Get on the floor and roll around with your dog. If they could speak with words they would thank you for all the love and care you give to them. I speak of the love I have for my horse often, but I love my rescued/stray dog just as "Mutch".

And to all the people I know with a menagerie of critters "Thank you, you're awesome."

FaaaHHHREEEZinggg.

2008-12-23T01:41:00.001-06:00

It's gonna be like that, huh?

Mutch and his BFF

2008-12-20T01:46:00.003-06:00

This dog keeps coming to my door at random times barking and whining incessantly until I let Mutch out. I think he has taken my dog as his best friend. It's really a cute thing and it cracks me up when I hear his whining coming from outside. He stopped by this afternoon for some playtime. He has a collar on one out of every three times he comes over.

Young dogs LOVE Mutch. It's really an odd thing because my dog is grouchy and crabby when others want to play. He will chase them off until he gets so fed up and only then will he start running around and playing. At the dog park he just wants to hang out with the girl of his choice and be chill and he gets pestered by all the lab puppies. Very entertaining.

2008-12-20T01:36:00.002-06:00

Here are a few shots around the new barn.

Part of Belda's menagerie of dogs is Ali the Afghan. He's sneaky. As soon as you turn to walk off he sneaks up and gooses you.

the back of the barn.

Faluke heading out to play. He's a 25 year old TB, a sweet sweet guy.

I have Dusty in the small turnout. I love the wooden fences.

The riding arena.

2008-12-20T01:08:00.002-06:00

Look at Dusty, he was yawning. His eyes are bright again. He is defiantly happier here. I'm thinking that the herbs and chiropratic worked out for him also. I took these photos today.

a simular photo from about this time last year.

Diner- Pensacola Fl. (a review) in my opinion

2008-12-19T17:03:00.009-06:00

**This post is edited. Any factual place or experience existing here in Pensacola Florida that would happen to be a diner is strictly coincidence. Any and all statement here are a mere replay of the food fantasies and delusions that I am haunted by in my sleep.**

My only credentials to be able to execute a review on a restaurant are that I pretty much have spent a good majority of my life working in a restaurant, or behind a bar. I KNOW how this is supposed to work. I am certain that I could walk into a restaurant and have confidence being in charge. It's a passive aggressive dance with hungry customers and the staff just wants to know they're doing a good job.

In my opinion the first thing needed to make a restaurant work: servers that know how to wait on a table.

Name: Vesille Diner

Location: Cervantes St. by the interstate and across from that tire place that has a "10" in it.

Years in making: about 12

The recently opened diner is located in that building on Cervantes St. that all Pensacolians have been staring at for the last seven years. I noticed it was open when I was driving around at 9:30pm looking for someone to still be serving food in the land of "all ye good christians go to bed by 9:30pm". The sign said "open 24 hours" so I went in.

I entered alone so I sat at the bar to fill my aching stomach. The set up is very similar to the WH (that's Waffle House). Open grill where you can see all the boogers the cook is rubbing on your meatloaf, and if anyone wears plastic gloves to handle the food. I cannot handle the server having their hands all over my food. Piling lettuce in a bowl for my salad with bare hands? YUK. Fingers all over the rim of my glass? YUK.

As soon as the servers got it straight who was supposed to wait on me I was handed a paper menu with three pages of food on it. One was breakfast. I didn't want that. I'm HUNGRY. I took a look around the room. The place is clean. The aesthetics are very nice. Atmosphere is quaint and not so much Mel's Diner as it resembles Starbucks. Things were unsystematic to say the least. The friendly server came over to me and asked me what I would like to drink. I asked for a Coke. She informed me that it was Pepsi. I didn't want that. When in doubt about a beverage past the Manson-Nixon line? - Sweet Tea.

She came back with my drink promptly and asked if I would like to order.

"what's good here? I've never been here before."

She smiled as she griped her pen getting ready to write on the small tablet "Uhm, well? I don't know. It's my first day here. I just started working here a few hours ago. I had the shrimps it was really yummy."

OOOOOWWWWH SHIT.

I'm HUnnnNnnnGRY. Here she stands without anyone even following her to help. Help would insure me of the fact that I will get food soon, and correctly. And she tells me that she had the shrimps?? whAt? when you were filling out your application?? "owh well." I thought to myself. "maybe she's so good that she doesn't need any help."

I just can't bare to order shrimps that were frozen from any restaurant around here. I ended up getting the meatloaf which I was perfectly in the mood for. I ordered a side salad also. My drink had been sitting there empty and I watched the waitress scurry around waiting on the other tables. It looked as if NOBODY had any idea what the hell was going on. Food was coming up in the "window" and it sat there for at least five to seven minutes while the correct server was located to deliver the order. Second thing to make a restaurant work: Food getting to the customers before it is cold.

A few large tables came in and the cooks got nervous. I still hadn't got my drink refilled and it looked like my food was getting ready to come off the grill. Dang. I wanted that salad. I watched my waitress walk away after she took my order. She did not go retrieve my salad. She disappeared into the back. I didn't want that.

The cook slid my plate into the "window" which was on the counter about a foot away from me and I slid it over closer. The meatloaf was so hot that I couldn't even touch it. I poked at the mashed potatoes and took a small bite. Cold.

My stomach begins to grumble at me.

When my server came out from the back the cook noticed that I never got my salad and pulled the server over to let her know as I watched. She headed over to her purse, took out some germ killing gel and squirted it into her hands.

"owh. my. god. she is not." I thought. She is. Over to the salad cooler she went, pulled out the giant bag of lettuce and stuck her hand right inside. "wha.wahhhhhhhhh." I whined to myself. I could just imagine my long awaited salad tasting like germ killer. Let me let you in on a little secret. IT'S A MARKETING PLOY PEOPLE. She put the salad in front of me without any salad dressing.

I just sat there and ate the food. Whatever up to this point, but at least I have food. As I sat there texting my friend on what a CF this place is I then noticed a server making something that looked rather interesting. It was something with ice cream and toppings, and YUM. I caught her eye and said "that looked really good! would you please make me one?". I need to learn when to keep my mouth shut. The result was so incredible that I had to sketch it out right at that moment.

Factual representation. wahh.wahhhhh.

I looked at my receipt and it said "toppings..........$.89" huh? I asked about it. I got charged eighty nine cents for the chocolate that the girl put on my brownie! I think my face was stuck in one of those "if you don't stop it will freeze like that" poses.

I glanced over to see where she took the xanadu of all ice cream sundaes. A table of four cute boys.

End of story.

I've been there twice and it pretty much went like this both times. So if you go, you most likely will want to like it but leave agitated and wondering what the hell just happened and on the verge of grabbing the manager's tag and having dialogue.

2008-12-17T00:57:00.002-06:00

Idora Park's "Wild Cat"
A friend of mine posted this pic on his blog and wrote an excellent entry about the infamous Wild Cat at Idora Park.

Idora park was a little amusement park in my city that started off as a dance hall in the big band era. It was a main stop on the tour of some of the biggest in Jazz back then. My grandmother used to tell me about going dancing there and later my mom told me of "soc hops" that took place in the amazing grand ballroom. Every horse on the carousel was hand painted.

The park changed a lot over the the years, sadly for the worst. The end came too soon when this ride caught fire in 1984 (? I think). It was a day that all locals remember where they were. I was watching billowing smoke from just a mile away out of the window of my third grade class. A few years of shabby operation and it finally went to auction. All the vintage items were sold. I have always wished I had gotten some signage.

I remember the annual party called the "Spring Thing", it must have been a reall groovy time because I was never allowed to go. It was "for adults".

I can just imagine what it must have been like being 18-20 years old in the early seventies and living in my hometown with Idora Park open and thriving. It was a really happenin' place, maAan. There were a lot of long-hairs hanging out...

Dusty does airs.

2008-12-15T21:05:00.003-06:00

Dusty has been feeling so much better lately. He has gotten his spunk back. I'm sure that a lot of it is due to the sweet feed he is on now. He's not getting enough to make him insane (and plus, he's out of work) but just enough to make him a little more lively. He's like he was when I first got him.

His injury is healing more rapidly. He is so happy to be with and around other horses. Although he is alone now when he's turned out from what I've seen over the fence he will fit into the herd well. He's no tough guy, but he likes to play.

I picked up a bright orange ball at the store and took it to him the next day. I showed it to him and he came over to check it out. Then he decided that he hated it and turned around, walked outside and stood with his butt to me. So I started bouncing it in the aisle and the other horses got interested. He appeared at his stall door jealous and then decided he liked the ball. I threw it into his paddock.

As I was cleaning his stall I sent him outside and a minute later I heard knocking sounds coming from outside. I went to look...
My horse was kicking this ball. He was tossing his head around and shuttling the ball around with his nose. When he got it in the air he was so proud of himself that he would jump straight UP off the ground with all four feet. When it rolled under his belly he would rear and trot off a few steps...

I was worried about his injury, but he was wrapped and I just couldn't stop this. I stood there and watched my horse play with this ball like I'd NEVER seen a horse play with a ball ever before. I got rather teary. It it such a relief to see DustyMan have a personality again. He knickers at me often. He is happy here. phew. So am I.

He's smart about himself, but he is inquisitive and playful.

2008-12-12T05:03:00.005-06:00

Ring, ring...ring, ring...
"Hello, um? is this Belda?" (I substituted the name)
"Yes, this is Belda." a polite French woman said on the other end of the phone.
"Hello, My name is Christine and I was referred to you by Blankity Blank and Blankity Blank. I hear that you take very fabulous care of your horses and I am looking to move my pony to a barn like that." I said.

"Ohhh..I dunno about zat. I don't want any boarders. I dont even like the ones I have now, I wish they would all leave..." Her lovely aged voice sounded irritated. She continued..."have you gone to check with SheeeeeARhd (some other French sounding sound)? he is out on Blankitson road."
I chuckled because I KNOW what this is...

"Yes, mam. I know of SheeeeeARhd and I have worked for him. I have ridden with him. I respect him. I have heard such great things about you and your horses that I'm sorry you have no room. I would really like to meet you." I retorted.

She actually chuckled and said "well, let me see...maybe we can work somezing out. My boarders only pay $*** because they help me out around the barn. I am old and I have things that I can not do all the work anymore. I call them my slaves (lol), my LOVING slaves..."

I was sitting at the end of her long driveway. I was planning on showing up unexpected but there was a gate. She let me in and showed me around. We had a very nice conversation and she told me that she does something that nobody else around does with their horses.

Belda gives them a warm mash and warm lemonade at night for dinner. They get the BEST 12% feed- NOT PELLETTS, some beet pulp, some alfalfa all mixed together with warm water. Then it is covered to "cook" while the lemonade is served in their buckets. She says that it relaxes them. I'm down.

I made plans to come back the next day and get the stall she had appointed to me ready for Dusty.

Originally, she said there weren't any paddock stalls left so he would be in a box stall. When I got there I was very happy because she moved one of her horses so that Dusty can have a paddock. I thought that was very nice.

I asked my friend and farrier, Matt to help me out. I needed to get a truck and trailer. I knew that he maybe had a truck to use, and I like making fun of his fat dog so, I thought it would be fun. We got to the Belda's barn with a load of tack. The plan was to use her truck, go to BFE to get the trailer, come back to move him a mile.

"Where iz zis place your barn?" she asked.
"oh, it's just right down the road, maybe a mile." I said to her as Matt looked at me with wide eyes she spoke the words that I already thought of...
"Well, zen, you wrap his leg up and can you walk him? he can use his leg right? Matt? ziz horse iz ze good horse noh?"

Instantly Matt says "YEAH. We'll walk him."
I'm like, helloooooo it's me? the horses OWNER?- "yah! I guess we could walk him. Lets do it"
"You go. Before traffice gets too heavy. You be fine." She sent us off.

Gulp. Hello? my five year old baby Thoroughbred hasn't trotted a line in two months and were gonna walk him? A mile? down the road? I needed a Xanex badly. Matt began making fun of me, so I cracked on his fat ass dog and it took my mind off of what was about to happen.

We started off down the road of the old barn and I pretty much told Matt to bugger off- "I'll take him." I told him when he tried to grab the lead rope. We walked down towards the horses on the end of the street and Dusty got a little lookie- nothing big, just looking. I got a little bit nervous. Kinda. Sorta. I felt a little tinge of adrenalin and handed the lead rope over. "I just want to watch him walk. I need to see him move" I said, as Matt continued with him from the long driveway onto the side of the road.

It was effortless. Dusty was so well behaved I couldn't believe it. Fed Ex trucks, Busses, Little girls running up to him, kids on bikes, dogs barking and running...he didn't even care. His eyes were wide but never any snorting or excited-ness. He loves new things. He's smart about himself, but he is inquisitive and playful.

Something else good came out of the walk. The swelling on his leg had come down more than it was with anything that I was doing to it. More proof that horses NEED to be moving around.

I just can't be having so much pre-saturn in my post-saturn plan.

2008-12-12T03:25:00.009-06:00

One of my main concerns right now while my horse is not getting any exercise per say, is to make sure that his head is happy. I am very careful to monitor his attitude because I think if he is in a good positive and playful mood that he is bound to heal quicker. It's got to work just like a person, right?

There were some things going on at the barn that I boarded him at. Even though the barn manager took very good care of the horses, Dusty was pretty much on his own. The people that had horses there as well as the BM had never seen anyone spend so much time with their horse. I had never seen someone not. The other horses on the property were pretty much yanked out of their pastures every two weeks to walk around with sacks of potatoes on their backs. And, HEY, that's fine. The horses were loved and cared for but the Dusty man is an athlete, not a pasture pet. If those horses could work they would have jobs. Dusty has a career (so-to-say).

The family that lived on the property really took me into their lives, and for that I am thankful. For the anger management issues and family related problems going on there I am not. I thought that I was about to get hit by a 50 year old man because I put Dusty in his night pasture during the day. It happened once before when I asked for the fan to be put up in D's stall because it was getting hot. I got attitude because the fan would use TOO MUCH ELECTRICITY.

It got to the point where I was afraid to ask him to clean out the water trough in the pasture because lilly pads were growing in it. If I did it, then I would get yelled at. He took it as "you won't do your job, so I have to just do it myself." Instead of what I was really trying to do- help out. He wouldn't let me get my horse out of the pasture when he was there. It was HIS JOB. I was a caretaker of 32 horses, it's a hard job and a little help was always appreciated. I couldn't add sawdust. I couldn't give hay. I couldn't clean his water-er. It was like I wasn't even PAYing for these things. If you know me, you will know that I love barn chores. I'm certified.

It was the "pasture incident" day when he was totally irrational. I was calm, just listening to him having a meltdown (it reminded me of my father's worst day times TEN), with his mare attached to him via a lead line wrapped around her neck as he is screaming and shuffling the horse around yanking her neck all over the place. "I want you gone, Chris. I REALLY DO! I want you gone now! Go get the trailer! get that horse out of here!!!NO! MOVE HIM NOooooW!"

Although it ended as it did before, a total apology and words retracted, I couldn't have this behavior around my horse, or around ME. Not anymore...no matter how awesome his German Shorthaired Pointer was.

I feel that I should make it a point to say that these people took care of me. I asked for a bucket warmer and they installed a hot water tank on the wash rack. Whenever I asked for something they made sure to listen. I was appreciative for that and let it be known.
This was just a decision that I had to make. No hard feelings.

2008-12-11T05:24:00.000-06:00

Dusty getting Electromagnetic- therapy and chiro.

I would jump over the deck and run down to the street

2008-12-11T04:51:00.004-06:00

Lula in the cabin.

I went to Pigeon Forge, Tn. for a trade show to help out. The owner of the company got us a cabin IN the great smokey mountains to stay in while we were there. It was so incredible I can't even describe how needed the trip was for me. I'm very lucky to have been able to go.

There are miles and miles of laughs to get from an old style telephone hanging on the wall and Tequila. "So? for call waiting, do you turn this thing a few more times? for 911 do you just turn it furious-ly? (demonstration)"

The cabin was so in the woods it was like a tree house. I had never been to the Great Smokies before but I can tell you I would really love to return soon. There was a hot tub on the deck of the cabin and most nights I would be left alone sitting amongst the trees, under the moon enjoying each moment. Except for the one night where Lula and I finished off the bottle of Cuervo in the tub and she went in to pass out. I was all alone outside the cabin. Deep in the woods. Half naked. It was all the sudden the making of a bad horror movie and my imagination got so carried away I had my escape plan all mapped out. For when the killer came. He would creep in through the screen door and I would hide under the water...then I would jump over the deck and run down to the street where the killer's buddy would befriend me and tell me he's taking me to safety, only to end up at his camp...
I scared myself. No matter how hard I tried I could not get my thoughts back to that cute boy I talked to earlier. I finally got enough courage to get out of the tub and run into the house. Only one thing. I had to put the cover on the hot tub...

Peach Park! a park with scared pony sculptures that led to a BBQ stand! I LOVE the south!

"Cath, why did you spook the pony?"

Oh yah? lets see a WHOLE city!

Dusty man: laid up.

2008-12-11T04:11:00.003-06:00

Dusty has been off work of any kind for about three months now. I haven't been on his back or the back of many other horses for three months. It is frustrating.

Left, back. See where it bulbs out above the fetlock (ankle)?

He has a suspensory injury. This page tells it best. This is probably the reason he started kicking out and trying to bite my foot off back in April of this year. He was "stuck" then he went lame. He was seen by a vet in town and even though he was sour with the left hock flex test and X-rayed hock clear, she never even said anything about maybe a high suspensory. I would like to think that a vet fresh out of school would be familiar with this injury, or that maybe if she thought, for a few minutes about my horse and his symptoms that I could have gone home with "maybe high suspensory" and not "bute twice a day, time off." I'm getting really sick of the "BUTE. TIME OFF." If my horse is hurting then there is a REASON. That reason may be surfacing because my very willing and forward horse WON'T MOVE. I wish I had read the article I linked to back in April. He had most of the symptoms.

If you called your doctor and told him that all the sudden you couldn't walk and he told you to take an asprin and don't walk what would you say? It's just frustrating. Medical professionals could have diagnosed this before he got to this point. He was, as I thought, hurting in there somewhere.

I tried this DMSO stuff that did nothing. So then I got some poultice and it worked to take the swelling down. I am NOT giving him bute everyday. He has not had any reactions to it, but I've read about the studies. He was ultrasounded by a different vet that comes to my new barn and he said six months off. I've been keeping him in standing wrap mostly all the time. I've been using heat instead of cold (because no one ever told me to use heat through this whole thing). The swelling is finally going down. It's looking really good.

Dusty in his (now) ever present standing wrap

Nights like this.

2008-12-11T04:08:00.002-06:00

I love nights like this. The Southern air is warm but chilly and the rain has made it foggy and drizzly outside. The humidity and the fog makes it feel sexy all around. I call it a sexy night.

Don't say its bullshit.

2008-12-11T03:32:00.002-06:00

(The post about my childhood that I wrote had been sitting in the "drafts" folder for sometime...)
The day after I wrote that I did one of the routine things that I do on my computer daily. I checked my "astrology" widget on the dashboard of my mac.
Here's what I saw:

This really freaked me out because I happen to be in a pretty gray mood and I wrote this post with exactly what the astrology widget said in my thoughts.

I had to take a screen grab and put it up because I observe astrological theories and most of the time I feel that these little daily horoscopes are really to broad, much too general to compare to myself. They are merely for a chuckle, I suppose. BUT NOT THIS ONE. Whoever is writing the daily horoscopes for the mac widget is RIGHT. ON (for me). I would say eight out of ten times it really coincides with my day.

I'm wondering if any other mac users have this same experience?

2008-11-04T01:57:00.002-06:00

It was my birthday and we went to see Rocky Horror. I wore this. Since it's not exactly everyday that I am dressed like this I took some shots (there are a few more on my Flickr)
Happy Birthday all ya'll crazy Scorpios!

Helen was a firecracker.

2008-10-29T21:59:00.003-05:00

I miss my grandmother. I wish she was here so that I can tell her "Grandma! you were right! there is NOTHING to like about that music, this really IS the good stuff!" Enjoy a cup of tea with her, while listening to Louis Armstrong as we sit in her little garden of flowers.

NPR played a song tonight on the "Swing Chronicles" that I distinctly remember coming on the radio while driving in her car. I was about thirteen, and making a whole lot of fun out of her music.

little slub

2008-10-22T01:21:00.009-05:00

If anyone has noticed, I haven't been writing a lot lately. I'm escaping the jaws of bad grammar for pictures and other interesting tid-bits. There are a whole lot of things that I do not write about. A WHOLE LOT. Many times I feel that I should write more about my life- my career, my love life, my friends and the way I feel about my family. Then three hours passes..."what was I thinking?!". I like to read blogs of people who aren't afraid to put things out there. Reading through the thoughts of others helps me to remember that I am normal and not the first to feel completely defeated and lonely at times. I'm getting old. I'm single. I have no children. Although I am accomplished in my field I am working pretty much paycheck to paycheck and stretching it. And my credit? I'm going to instead think about my childhood.

My childhood life.
I was a lil badass in my middle class neighborhood filled with two story houses. I rode a pink/pink flowered banana seat Schwinn 3 speed everywhere. I had the NICEST bike. I polished the fenders and the spokes with chrome polish then went to play some kick ball in "the field". It was not odd for a group of kids to be running around Mill Creek Park (unattended) until sundown. I climbed trees and carved names in them with pieces of broken glass. I punched boys in the jaw when they made fun of me because my mom befriended the weirdo in the neighboorhood with matted hair. And I did this all with a dress on most of the time. I had a cockapoo named Bootsy. I LOVED Bootsy so much. Thinking of that dog brings tears to my eyes.

I established the neighborhood's "hide out", a special club that you could only get into by a series of tests. We lit evergreens on fire as incense and smoked cigaretts and played truth-or-dare. "The Warriors" was my neighborhood. At least that's how I remember it.

As we got older, our game of flashlight tag turned into "hide & go get it" whereas, you hid like in hide-and-go-seek, except you had to makeout with whomever you found. This didn't last too long and began to seem monotomus when the boys would keep blurting out EXACTLY where they would be hiding when it was the girls turn. The neighbor next door had a bunch of rabbitts (yes. Rabbits.), I begged and begged for one. I got one and soon ended up with three adorable tiny baby bunnies. Mom finally let us get a cat only to have my little brother, Frankie get cat-scratch fever. Maybe this was why he all of the sudden decided that his name would be spelled "Frankee"? Then I got another little brother, Steven. I had my mind set on that being a Stephanie.

I raised half of the money to purchase a beautiful Red Honda Spree Scooter by cutting grass throughout the neighborhood. I wheeled that green Lawn Boy with pull-start all over the place. I HATED IT. I had to jump in the air to get it started. When people paid me they would invite me in and I would look at all the misc things in their houses. I was selling magazines for school when the elderly woman across the street practically threw me out of her house because I couldn't remember her name and she spotted that I wrote "OLD LADY" on the entry form space reserved for her. My parents were friends with a rock star. He drank an awful lot of gin. He only lived a few streets away and I remember one day when he took Frankie and I back to his house to wake his girlfriend up (?). We climbed on the roof and went in through the window. She awoke startled to say the least and after grabbing the sheets like hundred dollar bills from heaven she said to me "honey, can you please pass me those panties over there?"

I was in public school until third grade. I remember the exact moment when I was sitting on the side of the principal's desk as she was threatening to spank me. I was this close to getting a spanking (which was nothing out of the norm at home) AT SCHOOL and I was scared shitless. I can't even tell you what it was that I did. I remember always getting into trouble that's it. Damn I spent a lot of time in the corner!

I thank the Principal of Sheridan School for shaping my problem with authority, however she cannot take all the credit because by third grade I was a chubby adolescent in a catholic school uniform. Pleats pressed so well you could ice skate on them. I didn't share a "best friend" charm with anyone. I thought I was close once in sixth grade, but Nikki got caught smoking cigarettes by her mom and blamed it on me. She's the one that I was passing the intercepted note to that read "suck my fucking twat you asshole bitch. Vagina." Not an immaculate interception by any means, that went home in an envelope. I just learned those funny words from my older cousins. I had asked my mom if she had kept this or not, it cracks me up now. Imagine Mrs. Brooks going home to her husband all like "So, You'll never guess what happened at catholic school today..."
The boys laughed at me mostly. The cheerleaders were all friends so I was on danceline with the rest of the girls that wanted to be cheerleaders but weren't cool enough. I really enjoyed the friends I had, but I was always a little more odd than the rest. Fitting in was troubling. If I had a detention (which was often) my parents made me walk home from school. It was far. In sixth grade, I got jumped for the first and last time on this 2 mile walk. I peed my pants and none of the passing cars stopped to help my friend or me.
To be continued....

2008-10-18T01:26:00.002-05:00

This is quite interesting to say the least.

good stuff

2008-09-30T11:24:00.002-05:00

I scan the internets now and then for a nice, solid, old school tack trunk and I found this: Tack Trunks Etc.

I scan no more. These are delightful.

Circle K three am.

2008-09-28T23:51:00.003-05:00

Overheard at the

Drunk Girl: "If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills, well the landslide brought it down."

what exactly does this mean? It's a really pretty song, but wtf does that mean? Was her reflection on the snow covered hills before the landslide? why was it on the snow covered hills? Are the snow covered hills a nice place to be? because if it is, my version would be "if you seEEEHhe my reflectIOn in the pot covered fields, the po-hhh-lieeece broOought it down."

me: LMFAO

Amend the PLAN, listen to your horse

2008-09-28T22:29:00.002-05:00

I had anticipated getting on Dusty today and get this big great awesome ride out of him since his teeth were just "flotated"

-NHPeople: this means they file down their back molars till the whole line of them are even across the tops. My vet did this with a power drill with a little round sander at the end, a speculum and one tiny dose of some kind of anesthesia. Old school they did this with a file and a twitch. This in general is supposed to solve a whole plethora of problems with how a horse is going. If they are not chewing right then the neck is all messed up, and so the back, and so the hind etc...I suppose, perhaps not in that order.

The vet was out on Friday and gave him all of his vaccines, aside from floating his teeth. I wasn't too sure about giving them all at one time, but she said it would be alright, or I could stretch it out (which means more trips in the trailer, or more $60 farm calls). I saw all of the syringes... Encephalitis, Tetanus, Influenzua, Rhino, West Nile, and Rabies. He was just standing there with his head almost on the ground practically drooling. She said about 20-25 mins. I waited almost an hour to fed him. Still dropping pellets, but not as much. I think the dropping of food is just that he's messy.

His temp has been just a tad over (99.5, today) what it is normally and I'm sure that's because of all of those shots. He feels "warm" (?) to me. I'm trying to keep him very low stress and whattaknow he goes and scratches his thigh on something. I thought about checking him to see if he was off because of it, but I didn't. I wasn't going to ride or anything anyway.

When I pulled into the driveway today he was out grazing on the lush yard grass and he raised his head and said "HEEEYYY!!" to me. He was in a totally lovable mood, went into his stall as soon as I entered the barn. He just wanted LOVE. Very pleasant mood. He has had pretty much three days off in a row, very relieved that the heat of summer is beginning to let up.

I groomed him and the tail was a bit more active today than usual. So were the flies that were biting his ankles.

He was lazy. Lazy while lunging, LAZY while riding. Forward motion was DRAGGING along. He started arguing with me when I asked for the trot again like months before. He was starting to get louder and I was all: "NO WAY. WE GO." I thought at first that IF it was his teeth that were the problem at first then this reaction is just in his brain. All I planned for today was a long stretch out. He has been enjoying this warmup and today he wasn't even thinking about stretching. not. for. a minute.

I engaged into a little bit of dialogue with him and he, like he always does agreed and stretched. A Little. Whenever I put my inside leg on him the least little bit he turned his head and yelled at me. (WHA???). Still, I persisted. He obliged (ears flipped back at me instead of forward and relaxed) and I stopped the work. I thought that I would give it to him and then see what he feels like doing. I let him walk me around the arena, as soon as I was on the buckle he headed straight for the poles on the ground (uh? I guess he just wants to have fun today?) I think it was a total of 20 minutes.

We went for a walk around the pond and up and down some little hills. He has really had a easy week for the most part and maybe his body hurts from all those shots, maybe that scratch he won't let me touch, maybe he just wasn't feeling like being ridden today, maybe he just wanted to hang out today? Whatever it may be he was NOT feeling like work, so I listened, I think he got it. He was just as lovable when I got off as he was before ride. My lesson today was: "Amend the PLAN, listen to your horse."

2008-09-23T00:11:00.002-05:00

Can all horses do this?

Not so Rusty Dusty; a workout.

2008-09-22T23:37:00.005-05:00

This is about a 45 min session. -

Warm up. Half seat. Get off his back and make him long and low.

I begin to ask for a little bit more moving him more into my hands and more "up" on a big circle. I like to begin my sitting trot with no stirrups.

More trot.

Some outside bends to loosen him up just a little moOore...

Change rein. Circle. Getting better...

AHHhh and there it is.

A pretty trot. Some circles, some more outside bends, some change of bends, changes of ze rein, oh, and transitions.

Then he gets to stretch it all out :)

I cantered him this day also - that's quite not ready for photos.....he thinks he's racing again or something, he just wants to RUN. AND IT'S FUN!

This is yours.

2008-09-20T03:56:00.004-05:00

Sorry I really don't mean to "go here" on my blog but this...this is truly well written to say the least.

"... is when you can call yourself a "fuckin' redneck," like Bristol Palin's boyfriend does, and talk about how if anyone messes with you, you'll "kick their fuckin' ass," and talk about how you like to "shoot shit" for fun, and still be viewed as a responsible, all-American boy (and a great son-in-law to be) rather than a thug."

"...is being able to say that you support the words "under God" in the pledge of allegiance because "if it was good enough for the founding fathers, it's good enough for me," and not be immediately disqualified from holding office--since, after all, the pledge was written in the late 1800s and the "under God" part wasn't added until the 1950s--while believing that reading accused criminals and terrorists their rights (because, ya know, the Constitution, which you used to teach at a prestigious law school requires it), is a dangerous and silly idea only supported by mushy liberals."

"..is being able to claim your experience as a POW has anything at all to do with your fitness for president, while being black and experiencing racism is, as Sarah Palin has referred to it a "light" burden."

"... is being able to be a gun enthusiast and not make people immediately scared of you."

"...is when you can claim that being mayor of a town smaller than most medium-sized colleges"

"... is being able to make fun of community organizers and the work they do--like, among other things, fight for the right of women to vote, or for civil rights, or the 8-hour workday, or an end to child labor--"

This is Your Nation on White Privilege by Tim Wise

2008-09-19T01:37:00.005-05:00

Time for artsy fartsy!

Here's a set of Illustrations that I just drew. I think its rather cute.

And a watercolor I just finished:

yay! It feels good to do artwork that doesn't come with "COPY THIS" tagline.

2008-09-19T01:37:00.004-05:00

Here's Dusty after a workout!

2008-09-19T01:37:00.003-05:00

2008-09-04T11:22:00.001-05:00

I'm LOVING this site!

My Gustav

2008-09-03T01:53:00.005-05:00

My experience with Hurricane Gustav.
1. Mild freaking out with horse moving worries.
2. Mild freaking out with Pensacolans getting GAS in many containers.
3. Fun on the beach on Sunday, which was not closed.
4. The end of the Pensacola Beach Pier like a "REAL LIVE AQUARIUM" Sea Turtles, Dolphins, Manta Rays, Sting Rays, Sharks and fishermen catching tons of Fish.

about a movie

2008-09-02T19:48:00.006-05:00

I just watched this movie last night. Did you know the Director, Adrienne Shelly was MURDERED in 2006? She wrote, directed and acted in the movie. It's a really great little comedy, the characters are practically people that I have known. The movie kind of reminds me of "Secretary" another movie that I really enjoyed.

It's really tragic that a 17 year old Illegal alien and a talented blooming actress, director and writer had to cross paths ON MY BIRTHDAY.

Good Cause Virgin.

2008-09-02T00:16:00.003-05:00

I bought this shirt at the Virgin Megastore in Disney. I like the design, but the fact that five dollars would be donated to this organization Gabriel House, was interesting. I had no idea what this organization's philanthropy was but I have to admit it kind of swayed my purchase. I liked the marketing in it. They made it very simple for me to donate to a good cause, and the shirt wasn't even over $25.

Later that day when I took the shirt out of the bag I discovered that their history and mission were actually printed on the back of the shirt, inside, on the bottom. Genius.

Seperated at birth?

2008-09-02T00:02:00.002-05:00

SEPERATED AT BIRTH:

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okaaay. So I've got a huge mouth.

I was riding with happy tears.

2008-08-29T15:56:00.004-05:00

yup. What I've always known, and here... you can see it with your own eyes!

My dressage pony is at the end of the rainbow.

Dusty was a little off. He went to the vet. Instead of subjecting his organs to Bute twice a day all that time I decided to go with an external anti-inflamitory called Surpass. It was applied to his hock, hip and stifle once a day for two weeks. Dusty had a good month off of work and he came back with amazing rhythm and forwardness. I had no trouble getting back on him. I couldn't wait actually.

I've been taking it pretty easy on him the last week. We're getting more adventurous with the places we roam around the property and I am learning a lot about his mind as he navigates new areas. He keeps his head about him. He's not a spooky horse, but inquisitive. The one time he shuttered in place was because the mare spooked. I can literally feel him putting his trust in me as we walk. I feel that he is saying "I dunno about this, but as long as your cool, I'm cool. Actually I kinda like it.... I don't have to work? I can just relax and walk? Can we just go slowly so that I can see everything?"

I get emotional when I think of the bond we have now. The training and the riding is one thing, but its the bond that completes it. I feel like sobbing with happy tears when I get to the barn and he whinneys up to me. It's everything I can ever remember wanting. I love this horse. I LOVE the DustyMan.

Yesterday he acted like a total ass to me while he was lunging. Instead of it being a stretch session it was an airs above the groud session because when he trips or he doens't like where his foot landed he gets really pissed at the ground. It only takes him once though, the next time around he finds his footing and balance.

The newest trick I've seen him do is rear straight up, and then jump off his hind legs too (and I'm yelling "DOOOOOD! YOU JUST HAD A MONTH OFF!!! BAHHHH."). Pretty impressive. He's even inpressed with himself as he does these things and canters off throwing his head around. This just ends up being a big mess because he gets so distracted. I have to chase him around to get him back then he gets mad that I'm chasing him around. In just a short time he will relax and start to stretch. As long as I stay calm.

When I got on him he felt stiff. I did lots of figure eights, transitions and 20m circles. No canter yet though. He anticiapted I was going to ask for it once and got rushy and evading so I switched the plan, he had to think. Good for him. I swear he can read my mind. The amazing sensitivity of riding a horse.

I rode him in warm up for about 20 mins and then as I felt him get softer I started to ask for a little engagement. He didn't want to give it, but he wasn't kicking out or trying to bite my inside leg. I opened up the outside rein more, played with the inside rein with leg and he stretched into it. It took a few circles but he did well. I did some lateral work. He changed into a floaty cloud and I sat his very forward trot with no problem. At this moment I realized what had just taken place. I was riding with happy tears. It was SO MUCH fun!

I changed directions and he was good on the other side too. I immediently got off. He got lots of praise, a whole apple, five sugar cubes, and a warm shower.

I'm gettting ready to go to the barn now. I can't wait!

United Flight 158

2008-08-28T17:02:00.005-05:00

I was greatly effected by a post that a friend that I used to work with posted on her MySpace blog. So I stole it. She said:

"So as some of you may of heard already, my plane almost went done on the red eye home from California Friday night. 15 minutes into our flight the our engine blew up and the cabin filled with smoked. The lights barely stayed .. flickering and sirens screeched in my ears. It felt like the plane was skidding. For what seemed like forever but only was about 10 minutes, I honestly thought that was it- I was going to die in a plane crash. The woman next to me continually told me that I must take Jesus into my heart because if we crash we are going to die and the Lord is the only free ticket out....She began praying with others near her and singing gospel music to calm herself. A baby was screaming and the view of those near the wing was a ball of fire then a 20foot orange flame (so big that it was all they saw looking out their window) My mind was blank and all I could repeat was that I was scared. It's a feeling I had never experienced and still is giving me the chills.

Obviously we were able to land, cause I am still alive. The pilots turned around and coasted back in on one engine into San Francisco. United now has cause all 240 passengers a lot of anxiety and grief and have giving us the option of $100 or 20% off our next ticket. Which I imagine NONE of us will fly with them again! We weren't able to get a flight home until Sunday, so moooore money was spent on hotels and cab rides. But United doesn't care. From the moment I stepped in their line to check in on our way out there, they were understaffed and sloppy. It was one thing after another with their service, so this just topped it. I will NEVER fly with them again. If you search my flight you will find articles, mostly the same. They obviously make it sound like no big deal and didn't get a description from anyone that was on the flight. They sugar coated it and lied!" -machel44

Bless their hearts.

2008-08-26T01:05:00.008-05:00

I've been watching the Equestrian games at my leisure on the NBC website. It's really fabulous, I can't even stay in my chair watching Anky FLOATING around the arena! So, thanks for such awesomeness NBC.
My friend suggested that I watch this...

Modern Pentathlon (Excuse me, WHAT is this?)

I'm thinking this is where the trouble starts. I have trouble with my diagonal while posting. This chic has trouble with her two-point position. At least I HAVE a post. Bless her heart.

owh YES! look at this! Her body looks like she wants to slow down but what are her legs saying? Bless her heart. Is that a new "Natural Horsemanship" way to halt?

Lets get a better look at that.

Note to self: Don't confuse CREW practice with riding lessons.

The point in which the horse says "FUCKOFF." Proceeds to run right into the wall. Bless his heart.

Horses don't want to run into walls.

"I can do this. You can't. LatAhhh." clippitty-clop, clippitty-clop.

NEXT!...

OH GOD.

(roaring laughter)

"HEY!"

Did ya'all see that?!?!?!"

Congratulations to all Olympians! You're all sexy beasts. I know, I watched the opening ceremonies.

Baller

2008-08-22T03:18:00.004-05:00

Looking for photos of Baseball players for artwork and stumbled upon this:
Baseball players had a great sense of humor in 1911 - I guess?

We arrived at the clinic perfectly with me behind the wheel.

2008-08-09T12:17:00.003-05:00

Dusty did a fabulous job of getting to the vet, getting checked and back home. He was PERFECT. He thought for a second about getting on the trailer but I just kept thinking what Leggs told me "There is no problem here." and urged him on. I stood and never looked back at him, tugging on the lead and clicking. He hopped in within seconds. I put polos on him so I felt better about the step-down.

He got really wide eyed when he was in there and I was shaking. I didn't want to touch him too much because of it, but I was praising him. I never done this alone before, I couldn't even help but be a little nervous.

The last time I took him out of this trailer I let him turn around in it to get out he almost ran me over while doing it so I was a little concerned about getting him out. We arrived at the clinic perfectly with me behind the wheel. As I went to get him out I just kept thinking "we are DOING THIS this way. There is no problem here." He backed up to the step and thought about it. And thought about it. And thought about it. I was telling him "back" and clicking. He got to the edge and placed his foot to take a step and got wide eyed. I just kept talking to him. He questions, but I think he trusts me enough to do what I ask. Within minutes he stepped out having no idea where to put his feet, but he did it! I felt pretty proud. Good horse.

He was fabulous when he got out of the trailer. Not crazy nervous but more inquisitive. He wants to check everything out. I loved that when the air conditioning came on outside the building he didn't even flinch. Wants to meet the dog, see the other horses, never even flaring his nostrils. During the X-rays he stood completely still. It was like he kind of knew to stand still because as soon as they took the shot and were done he then turned his head to look at them. He was a total gentleman the whole time.

He got back on the trailer pretty quickly after his exam. Upon arriving back to the barn however, he really didn't want to get out. It was a good 15-20 minutes of me telling him that I'm not buying it because he already did it once today. Every step he took backwards I praised him, he kept looking back. After forever he was on the edge and soon as his foot was hovering in the air I urged him back. He did it. Finally. I guess he just has to learn where to put his feet to do this. Even though he is really nervous about certain things as long as I stay reinforcing and calm and give him time to process and learn he will do anything for me. I have to remember this in the saddle.

Caution: Precious cargo

2008-08-09T11:19:00.002-05:00

It really wasn't that hard. Leggs told me it would't be. And she was right. About trailering and also about what she said about Dusty's "off-ness". She's ALWAYS right.

I haven't been able to ride him for a few weeks now. It's a soundness issue. Tracking left (the racetrack way) he looks rather odd in the trot, and is not wanting to canter. I wish I could put a video up here. His stifle area looks "loose", not right. The vet did the usual flex tests and he did not like the hock/stifle flex at all. I was trotting him out and I could feel through the lead that he was not moving right. Not sure if this is the reason for the kicking out or not. He was responding negatively to all of the physical tests but the X-Rays showed nothing in either the stifle or the hock. The vet couldn't get a good X-ray of the stifle because the machine couldn't go through his muscle. (? that's what they told me). He's pretty sore all over. The vet didn't want to do chiropractic on him until she comes to check him in two weeks. She was feeling out his stress spots and he was RESPONDING.

I have noticed that he will repeatedly scratch the same spot on each of his sides, near his hips and then sometimes roll. He always shakes off after the roll. Even though I have been told "well, the bugs..." I just think that this means something. There are no bug bites near where he scratches. I could've sworn that one day he was trying to tell me that there was something going on there.

So he's getting another two weeks off with turnout. I am going to put some thing called Surpass on his leg ( I guess) with bute every other day. I really don't like to use Bute on him at all. I wonder if theres a homeopathic version of it. I can start to put supplements in his feed...when I find out what supplements he needs.

I can call a vet who specializes in lameness.

I got to ride one of my favorite school horses the other day and I haven't been on her in a while.

It went rather well, except for the part where it was so hot and humid I got really dizzy and weak and thought I was going to pass out.

I didn't need the draw reins on her this time and had way more control of the energy she has. She really feels like she's floating when she's collected, its so awesome. Her canter is the best canter I've ever ridden. She didn't try to smash my leg into the poles of the arena this time either. I could tell right away as soon as we entered the arena that she was starting a conversation with me about who the boss is of this ride. I like that I could feel that and I knew what to do at the right time. Yes, I have a problem riding with my hands like that.

all my friends that ride (that know him) say he's VERY lucky

2008-08-07T00:45:00.001-05:00

I was grooming Dusty the other day and as the curry passed his withers he turned around and looked at me like this.

So I curried a little harder...He started making faces I've never seen him make, SO FUNNY! Look at his top lip! He's loving it.

LOL. LOOK AT HIM!
If I think that on his neck is from sweating, is that sweat itch? Looks like rain rot (?). He was COVERED with this when I got him. Which is pretty much ONE YEAR ago right about now. YAY!

On a side note, remember when I said that I have to make him "put it away" around me? Well, its getting not so easy. I tap it with the brush while saying "put it away" (trying to voice train him)...He barely even cares. I practically have to whap it. Not surprising that my horse is so sexy because all my friends that ride (that know him) say he's VERY lucky *wink*wink.
Yes, I just bragged about the size of my horse's weenie.

hard to wait

2008-08-07T00:17:00.002-05:00

Tomorrow morning I have to take my horse to the vet. Alone. Well, Him and I.
I have never done this before and although I'm a bit nervous the way I learned to drive a stick-shift was when I HAD to drive the Audi to work while living in ATLANTA. SCARY ATLANTA. I had only driven this car once before in the parking lot.
I was teaching riding at the Girl Scout Camp, and I was GOING. I left the apartment complex so nervous my foot wouldn't stay on the clutch.

I got flipped off four times on the bypass, but I did it.

so I'm doing this. I got this. My dusty man is going to be very cooperative and happy because he is getting chiropractic! There has been good talk about the new Vet in town that is fresh out of school.

I'm wondering how other horse owners feel about calling the vet. How long do you wait? One, two, maybe four days before you call for non emergency things?

Do your vets get irritated when he comes to your barn for what he thinks as not a big deal? As horse owners, is it hard for you to play home equine veterinarian?