So....Lets start with last week when my Wallet got stolen. Don't know how or where, but it did. I cancelled my debit card and hoped to heaven it would show up somewhere stupid...like the refrigerator...no such luck. Some guy saw it fly out of a car window on the highway and I had a professors card in it so he called her...she called me and I recovered the wallet on Thursday. It was stripped of the cash I was going to take to the school to pay off my account, and my card but my ID was still in there...lucky me.
Then, Saturday I had a horse show. A stupid local county show that I was taking Sissy to for Halter, and Dreamer for one english pleasure class. I started practicing halter stuff with Sissy on Monday, so my expectations were dirt low, but she is so smart and ready to please that she took right to it...even squaring fairly well! So My mom and I loaded the horses and set out. And the fun began. Dreamer in his telltale way immediately started misbehaving in the trailer. Only this time, instead of pounding and kicking, he was trying to fall down and scramble around. We got to Orofino and Dreamer had scraped the skin off of his knee, was dripping wet, the floor under him was pooled with sweat (not even exaggerating a little) and was lame. Awesome. Sissy was dry and calm, bless her heart! So I had to scratch dreamer and add sis to his class and I proceded to walk him out. The announcer kept saying "okay, now we are going to take a ten minute break..." and it would never happen. Then she said "okay now we are really taking a ten minute break...wait never mind calling halter mares." SHIT. So I had to run with my sweet girl in tow to the arena, go in, she was a saint and performed perfectly...really, I couldn't believe how good she was! Then she got second...okay out of two but she placed. The Mare that placed first was black and white and a little on the thin side...like right between needs groceries and perfect weight. Well the judge walked up to the girl who handled her and said that the mare was too fat....EXCUSE ME?????????? I was so pissed! MY mare is fat, yes, but that mare could use some grain!!!! What kind of horrible person says that???????? Like if that mare were any thinner I would say she was absolutely skinny! When a horse is "too fat" you cannot see ribs of any sort and this mare was a BCS 3!!!!! Grrrrr. I put my horses in the trailer and we bounced back up the hill. But I decided then and there that I am not taking Dreamer to any more of those shows. It isn't worth it! There is nothing more he can learn from that sort of thing, whereas I have Rocky and Sissy who would both benefit from the experience. Nope, never again. Unless we are going to an event or something that will mean anything in the end, Dreamer stays home. I hate to put him through that when I know, at the end of the day, he hates walk, trot, canter around the ring five minutes each way, halt, back up, repeat.
Now for Sunday: I started the day by sleeping in until 8:30 (yes, I AM a rebel) and then reading until 9:30. Then I went to my mom's house and we spent 3 hours picking blueberries and I made blueberry muffins...let me tell you how much I kick ass at making fresh blueberry muffins!!!!! Then I went home to take a nap, but I got a little OCD on my house. I vacuumed, dusted, cleaned and put away! It sparkles! Then I made dinner and read for a few more hours and tried to go to bed. I had to read here too because I couldn't sleep. Then the kitten curled up on my stomach and started purring and I zonked out...only to wake fifteen minutes later when said kitten got bored of being sweet and dumped my water all over me! Cold calculating brat!!!
SO, I got cleaned up, went to bed and zonked out again. Then 30 minutes later, Peter show up finally and said "you have to drive your truck tomorrow I hit a deer with the car." Whatever I thought....wait....WHAT?????????????? I went out to the shop and thankfully he hit the deer with the left front marker and it flipped up and destroyed the drivers side of the windshield...therefore the windshield in it's entirety as it is difficult and, consequently, illegal to drive with a shattered windshield. But Peter was not hurt, the car still runs well, and we had not put the new radiator in yet....phew. But, I was so keyed up that it took me another two hours to get to sleep, and then, the next thing I knew it was 5:00 and I had to get up so I could drive two hours to work...blech.
This coming weekend and the following week I am staying in Moscow to Babysit for Megan and Scott, and the weekend after that I have company. But I solemnly swear right now that I am going to do NOTHING the weekend after that! SO far being a grownup has been a real bitch! Peter and I can't seem to catch a break! And now, I am earning 26 a year with a BS in Ag management...BS is right!!!!!!!!!! I'm already considering going back to school...which will have to wait until I can earn the money that was stolen back so that I can get my transcripts... woe is me!
