Seriously, I thought that "growing up" and finally graduating College would give me these awesome treats that everyone calls weekends. But I can tell you that I put the "Weak" in weekend!
By the time we get to friday, Peter and I are so worn out that we go home, and sleep. Then we sleep until 8:00 or 9:00 on saturday, and sort of drag ass around all day being semi-productive. Then we turn in early and sleep until 8:00 or 9:00 again Sunday.
By Sunday, we have completely given up any hope that we are going to enjoy anything but naps on our time off. We have breakfast for lunch, putter around for a bit (typically leaving a bigger mess behind than our limited productivity would warrant) and then fall asleep. Usually we sleep to Junkyard Wars on TV, but yesterday it was the River Monsters maraton, so my dreams were punctuated by bizzarre fish encounters and trips.
Here is a list of how productive we were this weekend. I need to do this so I don't feel like such a loser (sadly Peter wins the productivity award...yay).
SATURDAY
1) Picked up boxes so that we can pack and be ready to move (and coincidentally made some new friends...woot)
2) cleaned the kitchen, sanitized jars for jam, made mirengue cookies
3) (Pete) cleaned up outside, and went to the dump
4) made dinner
SUNDAY
1) baked chocolate chip cookies...made a general mess in the kitchen
2) Used my Cricut and the Winter Woodlands Cartridge to re-vamp my easter tree
3) (Pete) Did taxes
4) Picked up straw for Sissy, and dropped it off at mom and dad's
5) Got some hay for our horses (though instead of unloading it, we parked it in the garage)
6) (Pete) helped mom catch the goat and brush his coat and clip his hooves
Well, I suppose that I don't feel any better about our productivity. Though Pete still wins. I was pretty much a lazy ass all weekend, and I would feel like crap about it, but I don't have the energy!
Monday, April 11, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
Garden, Day 1 (pictures to follow)
Usually, as I am finding is not uncommon, I decide one day that I am going to be responsible with my home and money and everything. I will look like the people in BHG sitting on my pristine furniture and smiling to myself because I know I am financially secure and everything is done. I make spreadsheets (just ask anyone who knows me, I use spreadsheets obsessively like they will solve all of my problems) and I budget money. This usually leads to depression and self-loathing because I can actually see how bad I am at managing my own finances.
But I press on and feel the need to self punish in small ways such as "you have to carry the groceries in one piece at a time because you are a terrible person" and "you are going to run an extra 30 minutes in the snow because you deserve pain and punishment."
Sick? Me?
Anyways these responsibility kicks usually involve me wanting to be more self sufficient, and the spring time compulsion is to grow a garden. After all, one of my favorite things to do is eat, and I LOVE canning and preserving food in the fall. It makes the Nester inside of me oh so happy to see gleaming jars of home canned goods lining my shelves. So I plant some seeds, and I water them--but not too much--and they start to grow. And I get so happy. I did it! I grew plants. And then the plants revolt. They grow taller and taller, but they never lose their cotyledons...or grow any new foliage.
So, I transplant them to pots and then they promptly die. And I feel depressed and spend the next few weeks getting the laundry out of the dryer one sock at a time, and scrubbing floors with my fingernails. But this year is different. It WILL be different... It has to be!
So, I am going to do it; I started my garden last night. All of my motivation to keep running and eating healthy and keep my house cleaned has made me want to take on one more challenge. I hope this isn't the challenge that breaks this camel's back, but we will have to wait and see. I bought a small "greenhouse" last night at wal~mart and two new seed packets to add to my collection. I also bought 4 Roma Tomato plants and 4 Early Girl Tomato plants (I am sharing with my mom) and a Lavendar plant. The little seed starting flat (ahem, "greenhouse") I got has six rows with six of those little dirt pucks that ploof when soaked in water.
When we got home last night, I soaked the flat in Water, and went about my chores while the magic happened. When the creatures were all fed, eggs collected and my three other "miracle" plants were watered the pucks were ready. I planted two rows of Ruby Red Sweet Corn (so pretty, I really hope these work) one row of pickling cucumbers (I will split these with mom) 4 Green beans, 4 rainbow bell peppers, 4 zucchini and 6 Strawberry popcorn plants. I put these in the large bay window in the rumpus room, and I am going to make these plants grow. I have spent all winter reading tutorials, books and articles on gardening, sowing seeds and the like.
Plus, randomly, I have an amaryllis and a Palm that I bought a year ago that somehow love me and the abuse I tend to give them. Both need badly to be replanted in bigger pots (if you have been paying attention you understand why I am holding back on that)and they get watered sporadically at best. And still they grow, taller and bushier, and flowery...er every day. This may be giving me false hopes, but it is all I have to go on at the moment.
I wrote on the outside of the flat which rows are what, and I intend on using my favorite bug (that is my Cricut) to make little labels for each plant...maybe if they feel special they will want to grow and give me foods.
But I press on and feel the need to self punish in small ways such as "you have to carry the groceries in one piece at a time because you are a terrible person" and "you are going to run an extra 30 minutes in the snow because you deserve pain and punishment."
Sick? Me?
Anyways these responsibility kicks usually involve me wanting to be more self sufficient, and the spring time compulsion is to grow a garden. After all, one of my favorite things to do is eat, and I LOVE canning and preserving food in the fall. It makes the Nester inside of me oh so happy to see gleaming jars of home canned goods lining my shelves. So I plant some seeds, and I water them--but not too much--and they start to grow. And I get so happy. I did it! I grew plants. And then the plants revolt. They grow taller and taller, but they never lose their cotyledons...or grow any new foliage.
So, I transplant them to pots and then they promptly die. And I feel depressed and spend the next few weeks getting the laundry out of the dryer one sock at a time, and scrubbing floors with my fingernails. But this year is different. It WILL be different... It has to be!
So, I am going to do it; I started my garden last night. All of my motivation to keep running and eating healthy and keep my house cleaned has made me want to take on one more challenge. I hope this isn't the challenge that breaks this camel's back, but we will have to wait and see. I bought a small "greenhouse" last night at wal~mart and two new seed packets to add to my collection. I also bought 4 Roma Tomato plants and 4 Early Girl Tomato plants (I am sharing with my mom) and a Lavendar plant. The little seed starting flat (ahem, "greenhouse") I got has six rows with six of those little dirt pucks that ploof when soaked in water.
When we got home last night, I soaked the flat in Water, and went about my chores while the magic happened. When the creatures were all fed, eggs collected and my three other "miracle" plants were watered the pucks were ready. I planted two rows of Ruby Red Sweet Corn (so pretty, I really hope these work) one row of pickling cucumbers (I will split these with mom) 4 Green beans, 4 rainbow bell peppers, 4 zucchini and 6 Strawberry popcorn plants. I put these in the large bay window in the rumpus room, and I am going to make these plants grow. I have spent all winter reading tutorials, books and articles on gardening, sowing seeds and the like.
Plus, randomly, I have an amaryllis and a Palm that I bought a year ago that somehow love me and the abuse I tend to give them. Both need badly to be replanted in bigger pots (if you have been paying attention you understand why I am holding back on that)and they get watered sporadically at best. And still they grow, taller and bushier, and flowery...er every day. This may be giving me false hopes, but it is all I have to go on at the moment.
I wrote on the outside of the flat which rows are what, and I intend on using my favorite bug (that is my Cricut) to make little labels for each plant...maybe if they feel special they will want to grow and give me foods.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Yay! I'm a runner...sort of
I have really taken the "get in shape" thing seriously. In February, I joined the 24-hour Fitness, and I end up getting to go one (at the VERY minimum) to 3 times a week. Since Peter started working at the Dealership, I get off of work an hour before he does, so it makes sense that I should use that time productively right? I thought so.
Many days, I intend to go to the gym, but I end up finding something else that just needs to be done, right now, and I run out of time. So I decided to add running to my regimine. Now, this decision is not as random as it sounds. I tried the C25K program last year, and did one workout and promptly decided that I was just too uncoordinated to run and watch my timer at the same time. Believe me folks, it wasn't pretty. My decision to try again can be credited solely to my Best Friend. She and I were Skyping and started talking about getting in shape, and she mentioned that she is training for a marathon. This took me aback a little as Alicia is as or slightly less coordinated than I.
Me: "....really?"
Alicia: "yeah, I run a little each day, I actually found a program to help me get in shape so I can train for my marathon."
Me: "wait, are you doing Couch Potato to 5K?"
Alicia: "Yeah, that's the one!"
our conversation continued thusly, and I found out that Sis (Alicia) had found the ultimate tool for C25K: Podrunner Intervals! Podrunner Intervals are these magical little musical mixes that you can download from itunes (free: they are podcasts) or from the podrunner site. They are timed perfectly with a sort of techno/beat type music that tells you when to run and walk in accordance to the C25K plan. No more watching watches, tripping and looking stupid. Okay, well, I can't help the last one, but you get the idea. So, I promptly went to itunes and downloaded the "first day to 5k" series to get started. Week one was a breese. Apparently working out at the gym has gotten me into enough shape to start running (jogging, let's be realistic) and I was able to saunter down the path running and walking at appropriate intervals.
By the second workout, I began to notice other people doing the same thing. Running a little, then breaking down to a walk and looking at their ipod or other music player just like me. We exchange knowing smiles and begin running again when the chime sings it's little tune. Week two was a little harder. Running for 90 seconds is hard on my lungs, and my joints are starting to hurt because I previously would avoid high impact exercise at all cost. Of course, this doesn't serve to make me want to quit, as I imagined it would but actually fuels my desire to succeed.
I sort of slogged through week two, and am now in week three. However yesterday, as I trudged out to valliantly jog in the pouring rain/sleet I decided to repeat week two just to make sure I am progressing naturally and not punishing myself too much. My joints are still a little sore, but I think that means that they and my bones are getting stronger. I can definitely tell that my muscles are getting stronger and I can't wait to see how this whole escapade turns out. So far, if I don't repeat too many other weeks, I should be able to run 5k (all at once) by the end of May. I am still going to the gym on "non run days" and this week I am doing both every day to ensure that I progress. My hopes are to use my running skills to benefit my riding skills. I will have stronger legs, better muscle control, and I will be able to ride and tie with the best of them!
Many days, I intend to go to the gym, but I end up finding something else that just needs to be done, right now, and I run out of time. So I decided to add running to my regimine. Now, this decision is not as random as it sounds. I tried the C25K program last year, and did one workout and promptly decided that I was just too uncoordinated to run and watch my timer at the same time. Believe me folks, it wasn't pretty. My decision to try again can be credited solely to my Best Friend. She and I were Skyping and started talking about getting in shape, and she mentioned that she is training for a marathon. This took me aback a little as Alicia is as or slightly less coordinated than I.
Me: "....really?"
Alicia: "yeah, I run a little each day, I actually found a program to help me get in shape so I can train for my marathon."
Me: "wait, are you doing Couch Potato to 5K?"
Alicia: "Yeah, that's the one!"
our conversation continued thusly, and I found out that Sis (Alicia) had found the ultimate tool for C25K: Podrunner Intervals! Podrunner Intervals are these magical little musical mixes that you can download from itunes (free: they are podcasts) or from the podrunner site. They are timed perfectly with a sort of techno/beat type music that tells you when to run and walk in accordance to the C25K plan. No more watching watches, tripping and looking stupid. Okay, well, I can't help the last one, but you get the idea. So, I promptly went to itunes and downloaded the "first day to 5k" series to get started. Week one was a breese. Apparently working out at the gym has gotten me into enough shape to start running (jogging, let's be realistic) and I was able to saunter down the path running and walking at appropriate intervals.
By the second workout, I began to notice other people doing the same thing. Running a little, then breaking down to a walk and looking at their ipod or other music player just like me. We exchange knowing smiles and begin running again when the chime sings it's little tune. Week two was a little harder. Running for 90 seconds is hard on my lungs, and my joints are starting to hurt because I previously would avoid high impact exercise at all cost. Of course, this doesn't serve to make me want to quit, as I imagined it would but actually fuels my desire to succeed.
I sort of slogged through week two, and am now in week three. However yesterday, as I trudged out to valliantly jog in the pouring rain/sleet I decided to repeat week two just to make sure I am progressing naturally and not punishing myself too much. My joints are still a little sore, but I think that means that they and my bones are getting stronger. I can definitely tell that my muscles are getting stronger and I can't wait to see how this whole escapade turns out. So far, if I don't repeat too many other weeks, I should be able to run 5k (all at once) by the end of May. I am still going to the gym on "non run days" and this week I am doing both every day to ensure that I progress. My hopes are to use my running skills to benefit my riding skills. I will have stronger legs, better muscle control, and I will be able to ride and tie with the best of them!
Monday, January 24, 2011
Exercise is a good thing...
...or so they tell me. But let me tell YOU, I do not feel good today after exercising. Why is beauty so painful?
I suppose I shouldn't bitch because my exercise was really fun at the time. Please, let me explain:)
I have been concerned about my mare. She is due to foal in less than 2 months now, and she is so obese that I am starting to think she might founder. Her feet are great, she seems fine, but I am a worrywart when it comes to my babies. Not to mention I don't want my baby to lose her baby, so you see my situation. Sissy's crest is starting to get alarmingly apparent even though I have limited her calories. Of course, my crest is up as well, so I decided we needed exercise.
Now, I am commuting between Weippe and Moscow STILL so I am in the car for 4 hours every day. I leave at oh-dark-thirty and I get home about 12 hours later in the PM version of oh-dark-thirty. So, I haven't had much time to ride. Even weekends have been devoted mostly to cleaning up after and caring for two people (including myself) and multitudes of fur children (including my mare). So, I decided to ride anyways. Twenty minutes around the pasture at a walk and trot will do us both good without putting undue stress on the mare. Plus there are plenty of safety floods all around from the neighbors so I don't have to worry about it being dark, and Sissy is rotund enough to make bareback quite comfortable...especially important since saddles don't fit right anymore.
Last night was our first session. She was actually wonderful, seeming to understand the point of the exercise and eager to get it over with. I thoroughly enjoyed myself at the time and, when she trotted, I posted (keep in mind we are bareback here and I am out of shape). I felt so good about that because I could post for quite a while considering the shape I'm in and she could trot for a few minutes at a time without getting winded or sweating. I put her away completely exhilarated and ready to attack any menial task that came my way; riding does a lot for my motivation to exist, you see.
I finished house chores, and went to bed to start my crazy week. This morning I woke up, not feeling exceptionally horrible for the time of day, so I tried to spring out of bed. BIG mistake. It turns out that I am so sore that a corn cob shuffle is all I can manage as far as moving is concerned. And I have committed to this not only for my sake, but for hers as well, so I have to repeat the performance tonight. Other than the fact that I get to ride, I am dreading it for the way I am going to feel tomorrow.
I suppose I shouldn't bitch because my exercise was really fun at the time. Please, let me explain:)
I have been concerned about my mare. She is due to foal in less than 2 months now, and she is so obese that I am starting to think she might founder. Her feet are great, she seems fine, but I am a worrywart when it comes to my babies. Not to mention I don't want my baby to lose her baby, so you see my situation. Sissy's crest is starting to get alarmingly apparent even though I have limited her calories. Of course, my crest is up as well, so I decided we needed exercise.
Now, I am commuting between Weippe and Moscow STILL so I am in the car for 4 hours every day. I leave at oh-dark-thirty and I get home about 12 hours later in the PM version of oh-dark-thirty. So, I haven't had much time to ride. Even weekends have been devoted mostly to cleaning up after and caring for two people (including myself) and multitudes of fur children (including my mare). So, I decided to ride anyways. Twenty minutes around the pasture at a walk and trot will do us both good without putting undue stress on the mare. Plus there are plenty of safety floods all around from the neighbors so I don't have to worry about it being dark, and Sissy is rotund enough to make bareback quite comfortable...especially important since saddles don't fit right anymore.
Last night was our first session. She was actually wonderful, seeming to understand the point of the exercise and eager to get it over with. I thoroughly enjoyed myself at the time and, when she trotted, I posted (keep in mind we are bareback here and I am out of shape). I felt so good about that because I could post for quite a while considering the shape I'm in and she could trot for a few minutes at a time without getting winded or sweating. I put her away completely exhilarated and ready to attack any menial task that came my way; riding does a lot for my motivation to exist, you see.
I finished house chores, and went to bed to start my crazy week. This morning I woke up, not feeling exceptionally horrible for the time of day, so I tried to spring out of bed. BIG mistake. It turns out that I am so sore that a corn cob shuffle is all I can manage as far as moving is concerned. And I have committed to this not only for my sake, but for hers as well, so I have to repeat the performance tonight. Other than the fact that I get to ride, I am dreading it for the way I am going to feel tomorrow.
Monday, August 9, 2010
Crazy (as in "I've gone")
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!
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!
Monday, June 14, 2010
Why Me?
Here I am...alone in the Lewiston Airport. I am supposed to be on a plane to Salt Lake City right now...where I catch another to Atlanta, then another still to Jackson where my trip is to end. I have to work at the National Appaloosa Show as I am employed by the registry.
All of my colleagues (well the ones that were leaving today) are on that plane to SLC. Maybe I should back up a few hours.....
.......
I woke up at 4:00 AM litterally standing by the bed;I knew I was late. The cats were hissing and peter was running around trying to find the car keys...then remembered he: popriety demands pants too. I grabbed a bra, jammed my toothbrush around in my mouth and streaked out the door pausing long enough to grab my carryon baggage and make sure pater had my checked baggage in the truck.
Then we started hauling ASS!!!! We made it down the grade in 7 minutes...normally a 30 minute trip...I'm not sure how we survived. I started praying that God would keep us safe...and every time I said "Amen," we passed a cop who would kindly turn his lights on to remind us that the speed limit was 55....not 85. No one pulled us over though.
At 4:45 we were stuck at a construction light, and driving 100 mph or not we are 30 minutes away from the airport...but that's okay, I can print my boarding pass and jump on the plane. Then my phone rings.
"Hi where are you?" My boss snipped....shit.
"I'm on my way, I'm sorry to worry you..." To which c=she said: "well you have to check in by 5:00."
Shit.
I hung up the phone with the knowledge that we were not going to make it. What the hell??? The last day I worked I was told that the Admin Lady was going to check us all in and we would just have to print boarding passes. I guess that didn't happen, but it wouldn't have mattered because I got to the airport just in time to see the plane full of people I work with blinking off into the distance.
I'm in big trouble. My boss sounded pissed enough on the phone...she is going to flog me!
So, I speak with the boy at the counter and I have to change my flight. The next plane leaves here at noon...10 minutes after my connection in SLC leaves for Atlanta. Anyways, the kid was really nice, and only charged me $50 to change my entire itinerary. No, instead of arriving at Jackson at 5:45, I get there at 9:55...and then I got in the truck and cried!
Peter and I went to Shari's where we gagged down soggy bacon, powdered egg substitute and toxic coffee. Then he dropped me off at the airport where I now sit...listening to the best of the 60s 70s and 80s and the clock tick-tocking its way to twelve...slowly.
I am going to be gone for a month, and my trip is already messed up. This had better be worth all of the trouble...for me, my employer and my friends and family who have to pick up the slack while I'm gone!
All of my colleagues (well the ones that were leaving today) are on that plane to SLC. Maybe I should back up a few hours.....
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I woke up at 4:00 AM litterally standing by the bed;I knew I was late. The cats were hissing and peter was running around trying to find the car keys...then remembered he: popriety demands pants too. I grabbed a bra, jammed my toothbrush around in my mouth and streaked out the door pausing long enough to grab my carryon baggage and make sure pater had my checked baggage in the truck.
Then we started hauling ASS!!!! We made it down the grade in 7 minutes...normally a 30 minute trip...I'm not sure how we survived. I started praying that God would keep us safe...and every time I said "Amen," we passed a cop who would kindly turn his lights on to remind us that the speed limit was 55....not 85. No one pulled us over though.
At 4:45 we were stuck at a construction light, and driving 100 mph or not we are 30 minutes away from the airport...but that's okay, I can print my boarding pass and jump on the plane. Then my phone rings.
"Hi where are you?" My boss snipped....shit.
"I'm on my way, I'm sorry to worry you..." To which c=she said: "well you have to check in by 5:00."
Shit.
I hung up the phone with the knowledge that we were not going to make it. What the hell??? The last day I worked I was told that the Admin Lady was going to check us all in and we would just have to print boarding passes. I guess that didn't happen, but it wouldn't have mattered because I got to the airport just in time to see the plane full of people I work with blinking off into the distance.
I'm in big trouble. My boss sounded pissed enough on the phone...she is going to flog me!
So, I speak with the boy at the counter and I have to change my flight. The next plane leaves here at noon...10 minutes after my connection in SLC leaves for Atlanta. Anyways, the kid was really nice, and only charged me $50 to change my entire itinerary. No, instead of arriving at Jackson at 5:45, I get there at 9:55...and then I got in the truck and cried!
Peter and I went to Shari's where we gagged down soggy bacon, powdered egg substitute and toxic coffee. Then he dropped me off at the airport where I now sit...listening to the best of the 60s 70s and 80s and the clock tick-tocking its way to twelve...slowly.
I am going to be gone for a month, and my trip is already messed up. This had better be worth all of the trouble...for me, my employer and my friends and family who have to pick up the slack while I'm gone!
Monday, February 22, 2010
Bluh
Why is it that the last semester is the hardest? I know that they always say the first step is the hardest, but I call BS on that! I am in my last semester of college and I feel like I am going crazy. Maybe the problem is that it is a last step and a first step in one fell knock-you-on-your-ass swoop. I have no idea what I'm doing or where we are going to live in May. Me and Peter, and 3 horses, a dog two cats a rabbit a gerbil and a boat load of stuff! We don't know about jobs, housing, or anything that spells S-E-C-U-R-I-T-Y. Not to mention that the classes I am taking are not only rediculous in scope, but also in content! STUPID I tell you! Ugh, you always hear abou tpeople having a coasting last semester...where is mine?
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On the other hand, I am having a very good horsey time. I got my mare back, and she is the best! She hasn't been touched in a year, and it's like I just rode her last week. It is gratifying to know that all of the work I did stuck!
Yesterday I rode Elly's baby Ony for the fifth time and he was such a good little boy. We keep challenging and pushing him and he always rises to the occasion. Of course, he has now decided he will only stand still if he can turn his head to my foot and get lovins....Im okay with that, but we will work on just standing still. He is your typical Arab, though. I mean, they are all different people, but they all learn at an alarming rate under the right touch and level of understanding. I think that all of the problems people have with Arabs arise because they teach them bad habbits without even knowing it. If you ensure that they get a good solid foundation of only learning good things...this is done by understanding bad behavior and knowing what leads up to it...they will be the best horse you have ever owned. The horse you put your children on because your quarter horse is having a bad hair day, and the horse you put your greeny husband on because the horse will teach him how to ride. I love arabs, and I can't wait to have more of my own.
This circles back to Sissy because I have all but convinced myself to breed her Arab. Yes she is a quarter horse, and yes these troubled times are bad for hobby breeding, but I think it would be perfect. I know from past ex[eriences that I can sell Quarabs to anyone...ranchers, show people, endurance riders....I sense a niche market and I am going to jump in. The only thing that is difficult is that I would want to keep that baby. Funny it is easier for me to sell a quarter baby than an arab baby...but who could blame me?
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On the other hand, I am having a very good horsey time. I got my mare back, and she is the best! She hasn't been touched in a year, and it's like I just rode her last week. It is gratifying to know that all of the work I did stuck!
Yesterday I rode Elly's baby Ony for the fifth time and he was such a good little boy. We keep challenging and pushing him and he always rises to the occasion. Of course, he has now decided he will only stand still if he can turn his head to my foot and get lovins....Im okay with that, but we will work on just standing still. He is your typical Arab, though. I mean, they are all different people, but they all learn at an alarming rate under the right touch and level of understanding. I think that all of the problems people have with Arabs arise because they teach them bad habbits without even knowing it. If you ensure that they get a good solid foundation of only learning good things...this is done by understanding bad behavior and knowing what leads up to it...they will be the best horse you have ever owned. The horse you put your children on because your quarter horse is having a bad hair day, and the horse you put your greeny husband on because the horse will teach him how to ride. I love arabs, and I can't wait to have more of my own.
This circles back to Sissy because I have all but convinced myself to breed her Arab. Yes she is a quarter horse, and yes these troubled times are bad for hobby breeding, but I think it would be perfect. I know from past ex[eriences that I can sell Quarabs to anyone...ranchers, show people, endurance riders....I sense a niche market and I am going to jump in. The only thing that is difficult is that I would want to keep that baby. Funny it is easier for me to sell a quarter baby than an arab baby...but who could blame me?
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