January 2008
61 posts
*Harley slows to a halt in the middle of the arena*
Christina: HELP.
Heather: Give him a kick. He's falling asleep.
Christina: HE RAN OUT OF QUARTERS!
December 2007
33 posts
After a day of 20 minutes on the longe W-T-C, he was not lame. He had five days off to get the feel of things, and I convinced someone to groom the arenas so that I could work him out on Friday. He’s throwing out from the shoulder very well. Not a hint of tenderness unless we hit a rough spot in the arena, but I could easily attribute that to the iffy footing. I rode him for a solid hour...
A good friend of mine got me this for Christmas. Titled “Clues From Killers: Serial Murder and Crime Scene Messages”. Fuck. Yes.
NO SERIOUSLY. WHY DO PEOPLE DO THINGS?!
According to Dressage Daily, the USET is going to ride in the 2008 Rose Parade. I smell epic disaster.
Verizon is the worst company that’s ever existed. You would think that on their fucking website somewhere there would be a list of phone numbers you could call for, maybe, I don’t know, programming your newly activated phone, or bitching at an actual person, but no. It’s set up to avoid talking to customers entirely, but diverting you from FAQ sheet to FAQ sheet to FAQ sheet,...
Why do men have to talk?
What happens when you encounter a puddle in these? On the other hand, I would very efficiently wear the hell out of these.
Equi-update for the week of 12/17:
Anyone that says Cassie (14 y.o. 14h b/w overo pony mare) does not have a jog trot is a vapid pile of inexperience. I’m a dressage rider and I managed to jump into western tack on this little thing and jog around like she needed to be in a pleasure show ring. Mac (10 y.o. 16.1h QH “gelding” — more on that later) managed to mangle himself somehow in the fence. Right hind...
Myspacing, with Nick:
Heather: Cheer up. You still have both of your arms, as you have not been ripped to pieces by two Bengal tigers.
Nick: Well that's true. However, the only reason I REALLY need my arms is to play video games, and I've already taught myself how to hold a controller with my feet, assuming that at some point in my life I will be wrongfully assaulted by one or more tigers/alligators/wildabeasts.
Heather: Obviously you have thought a lot farther ahead than I have. Perhaps I should start training on a console immediately. Bioshock played with my feet, will not only prepare me to have my arms ripped off, but ultimately prepare me for life after the next nuclear war.
Why do people do things?!
I got a $50 Macy’s giftcard. HALP HOW DO I SPEND IT?
Some people (read: men) need to figure out when is...
I, as a female, do not have some divine duty to stand here, worship your goddamned penis, inflate your ego, and tell you how much I’m dying to see you again. Really, I just don’t care that much. Having fun when we hang out is inconsequential to whether or not I’ll make time in my hellish schedule to put up with you again for the reward of a few orgasms. This all translates into:...
Watch*edit - because I’m too lazy to figure out why the embed doesn’t work for wmv’s, you can view the video here.* From the FEI Young Riders Championship. This is Lotje Schoots on Reine B (a lovely mare by Rubenstein I). Winning score was 69.82. I expected to be able to find quite a lot of things to pick on, though really it was quite an emphatic and enjoyable thing to watch. The...
What do you do, when you suppose that a friend of yours is sort of sideways-asking for help, but the situation is far too delicate and tentative to approach outright? On one hand, the outright directness might be entirely a relief for something they’re afraid to talk about. On the other, you could put yourself in the position of conservative dickhead and cause irreversible damage to a...
I broke my losing streak. Ehh. Okay, now what?
I am temporarily abandoning my hermitship and leaving the house today. I’m driving my fabulously terrifying little wonderful stick shift fuck of a truck into downtown Los Angeles, through the Hollywood hills, various parts of Eagle Rock, Pasadena, Glendale, and Burbank. Perhaps this is not a good time to remember that I don’t have all that much experience with hill starts, parking is...
South Korean scientists clone cats that glow in... →
South Korean scientists have cloned cats by manipulating a fluorescent protein gene, a procedure which could help develop treatments for human genetic diseases, officials said Wednesday. In a side-effect, the cloned cats glow in the dark when exposed to ultraviolet beams.
Happy Birthday, Heather.
Let’s talk about this year’s Equine Affaire. (Someone please buy my ticket, I really do have to go because I can attend 8 clinics a day for $12) Charlotte Bredahl-Baker, dressage (who was hot shit about 10 years ago, reeling in the goods from a 1992 bronze, though we haven’t heard astounding things from her since) Monty Roberts (haven’t we had enough of the fru-fru...
It must be the flu, not the food poisoning (although eating at Denny’s is a terrible idea to begin with, and throwing up Denny’s is even more abhorrent) because food poisoning doesn’t leave you completely unable to function even after the puking has stopped. Someone please bring me some popsicles and a massage. Thanks in advance.
If you are incapable of caring for your disabled child, that’s completely fine. Ask for help. Leaving them unattended in a bathtub so that they slip down into the water and drown is inexcusable. Just because your child can’t talk, run around, and scream for your attention does not give you license to ignore them. The funeral is today.
I declare an epic victory both ways around. Also, being told you’re loved by someone you have nothing but total admiration and respect for is a genuine treat. All I need to do is stop thinking.
