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Monday, July 23, 2007

Mon, 23 Jul 2007 23:23:45 GMT

While the world reads Harry Potter, I just finished/am reading/will soon read:

The Storm Thief by Chris Wooding

Dreamhunter by Elizabeth Knox

East by Edith Pattou

I always have to be contrary. ^^

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Tue, 10 Jul 2007 01:26:00 GMT

It's so weird to think that I've been here in VA for a year now. I'm still enjoying the job, but I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I can't help it, I'm wired that way.

Mikey is doing well, celebrated his 20th birthday in March, and Ol' Creaky is still giving it his all.

I have a new horse named Joey, who's wonderful, as well. And what's cute is that he and Mikey are pretty good friends. I caught them scratching each other's backs the other day, but couldn't get my camera out fast enough.

My house is most assuredly haunted. By what, I don't know, but I'm sure there's at least one ghost cat hanging around, because I've woken up with it jumping on my pillow, and another time it woke me up jumping on the bed, kneaded the comforter a bit, then curled up behind my knees. And I will be the first to tell you that I don't allow any of the cats to come into my house.

We're just getting started with horse camp. Three weeks. Shoot me.

My current computer, Firth, has decided that it wants to revolt and has all but quit working for me. I can't even type very well on it, because the space bar is broken and I'm constantly having to go back and insert spaces where they're supposed to be.

I want a MacBook Pro. Anyone want to help donate to my cause? No? Oh well, thought I'd ask. /joking

I hope everyone is doing well. I just don't take time to do stuff like this anymore, because it just eats into time I could be reading, or better yet, sleeping. Mmmm, sleep.....

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Sun, 18 Mar 2007 02:16:12 GMT

*takes a deep breath*

HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY

HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY

HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY

HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY

HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY

HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY

HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY JOY!

Dum deedle dee dee dee, bum bum.

Yep, random. I'm tired.

Monday, February 26, 2007

Mon, 26 Feb 2007 23:06:50 GMT

You know, it's one thing to know and admit that jumping scares me, and that at heart I'm a coward, it's another to have someone else pretty much say the same thing to my face. Granted, her exact words were "you're such a wimp", but it still hurt. So now I'm not in the best of moods and have pretty much hit the "depression" zone.

It sucks knowing how good of a rider I once was, compared to how shitty and scared I am now. Jumping frightens the crap out of me, and I have to spend a while talking myself onto the back of a horse I've never ridden. I like to think I'm a little better about it than I was when I first started, but I nearly cried with relief when I didn't have to get on Elvis to show him to someone who was interested in leasing him. I had a very good reason, though. He tried to flip over backwards on me twice the last time I rode him.

Still, the jumping thing really bothers the shit out me. Especially when people who can't understand what it's like to have your body go out of control and not be able to do anything about it. Panic attacks are scary, and no amount of "thinking happy thoughts" is going to help me get over it. I'm beginning to think that I never will get over it, period.

I'm scared I've made a mistake, and that everyone else knows it but me.

Xanga's changed a lot since I last visited. Entries have ratings now? Interesting. The horse is doing well, though he's ready to go back to work. I hope all of you are doing well, too.

Sunday, December 24, 2006

Sun, 24 Dec 2006 23:50:53 GMT

Look, I'm alive and still extremely happy and content.

Merry Christmas, everyone, and may your New Year bring you what you want.

This is new . . . .

Mon, 02 Oct 2006 21:53:53 GMT

Hey! Contrary to rumors running around, I'm not dead. Thankfully. Here's a quick run down of everything that's been going on.

I'm loving my new job, even if I do still go through severe bouts of self doubt and generaly freaking outness.

I'm loving the house. I'd love it more if I could just get those last two boxes unpacked so that I can go hog wild with the cleaning.

I finally have Satellite TV, which means I can keep up with Cold Case and other stuff.

I FINALLY have DSL in my house after having to figure out how to get a line to said house, and THEN I had to completely wipe my hard drive and reformat it in order to get my computer to recognize the Ethernet cable. I can only pray that my documents and stuff successfully copied to the CD's I burned them on.

Forced internet inactivity has made me realize how much time I actually spent blogging and the like, so I've determined that, for the most part, I'm going to stop. I'll keep up with close friends and such, but don't expect lengthy updates or regular posts (like anyone does in the first place).

I'm slowly learning how to cook. Anyone have any good, easy recipies for slow cookers?

I've had a talk with the ghosts that live here (at least one person and a cat that I can tell) and since then we've gotten along pretty well. Up until then I was getting the weird noises, feelings like someone was brushing a hand down my side, and then the kitty jumping on my pillow (no lie. When you've had cats, you just KNOW what it feels like when one jumps on your pillow). Not to mention the light in the bathroom that kept spazzingly flash while I was taking a shower. That's when the ghosts and I had our "talk". The light hasn't flashed since.

I miss my family. I won't get to see them until the ending of this month, and prior to that I haven't been home in over two months. I never figured I'd be the type to get overly homesick, but damnit, two months plus is a long time to not see my family. At least they came to see me last month.

All in all, I"m probably happier than I have been in YEARS. It's so bad that I'm actually scared of it, because I no longer know how to recognize myself or know what to do with myself when I'm happy. I get all energetic and bouncy, it's disturbing.

Mikey's doing extremely well and is as happy as I am, if not more. He thinks he's died and gone to heaven. Now if only his allergies would behave themselves.

I hope everyone is well. I'm going to spot check journals, but for the most part, I'm probably going to be bowing out of the scene. May everyone continue to move forward, keep your chins up, and never regret. Life's too short for it.

*Edit* Dude, I have a lot to catch up on. O_o *is scanning the blogs*

Friday, June 23, 2006

Fri, 23 Jun 2006 02:06:38 GMT

Packing packing packing running around like a chicken with it's head cut off packing wigging out packing . . .

That's pretty much been my life for the past few days, and it's going to continue to be my live for a few more. Then it's going to be moving and crap while still wigging out in general and stuff.

Ugh, bills.

Sunday, June 11, 2006

Sun, 11 Jun 2006 02:47:33 GMT

I'm gonna KILL him!
My beloved horse, that is. You know, the one who was nearly crippled three weeks ago, could barely walk, talk of stall rest for the next few months being bandied about while he went stir crazy in said stall and we discussed tranquilizers to keep him quiet? Yeah, THAT one.

Yesterday, he tore down the temporary fencing that Catherine had set up for him next to the house so that he could have a small enclosure to munch grass on while still being safe. I was reading, minding my own business, when I see him casually walk by one of the doors of the barn on his way to who knows where. Since he wasn't being stupid (that time, yeah, there's more) I changed my location so I could be closer and continued reading my homework.

Then we get to today. I knew something was up when I went to the barn, because Mikey was acting pretty pleased with hmself and quite puffed up with whatever had gone on. Catherine found me, and informed me of what said idiot had done.

Catherine had rigged up another small enclosure closer to the ring and up on a small hill for Mikey that had more grass than where he had been yesterday. She told me that he walked up to the fence, looked at it, paced it a bit, then went to the other end of the paddock (mind you, this is a SMALL paddock, not much room to gather steam). He then cantered to the fence as pretty as you please, and jumped over it with no hesitation what so ever. Once he landed on the other side, he slowed down and began munching grass like nothing had happened. Catherine showed me where he went over the fence, and after careful measurement, we deduced that my beloved had just jumped over a four foot fence like it was nothing.

. . . . .

FOUR FUCKING FEET! He's SO damn lucky he didn't blow his ligament, and hopefully he hasn't sent himself back in the healing process. I hand jogged (trotted) him a little and he seemed all right, still a tad off, but so much better than last week. I'm going to check him again tomorrow, and hopefully he'll still be doing as well as he was today.

And now we have a horse that knows he can jump fences that high, though usually he respects the fence. So we can no longer keep him contained without totally barricading him in (or tying him to a post and clonking him over the head with a big stick), so we're just going to put him out with an older mare who won't run around, and hopefully he won't try to run. If he does, his ass is back in the stall.

FOUR FEET! *faints*

Thursday, June 08, 2006

Thu, 08 Jun 2006 01:41:04 GMT

Ugh, my sister thinks I've damaged my rotator cup (rotator cuff? something with the shoulder), so I'm going in for an MRI on Friday. Yay.

I've also gotten started on the 20 books I have to read for my other YA class. On the plus side? I was able to put in some books that I"ve already read. ^^

Friday, June 02, 2006

Fri, 02 Jun 2006 14:57:38 GMT

Mikey Update:

Thankfully, Mikey's little stunt the other day doesn't seem to have set him back very far on the recovery scale, and the vet gave him a shot that'll hopefully take the edge off his psychosis when it comes to being turned out. He's still looking at several months stall rest, but as long as we can keep him quiet, I can deal with that.

Scary things have been happening here. One of our patron's sons beat up his father with a baseball bat the other night.

I tell you, we have some real looneys who live here.