I realize lately I’ve been a very negative person. I’ve given up on things because it’s just too much bother. It’s easier to bitch and complain, rather than try to do something about it. Part of it seems to be winter’s effect on me, especially this year, as it has been a long, extremely cold winter. Or maybe I’m just noticing it more because I’m spending most of my day outside. Whatever it is, I don’t like being who I have been lately. The sun was out today, despite the dusting of snow we got last night, and I decided to take a cue from the weather, and go for a ride. Out to the barn, saddle up the old boy, and just enjoy the fact that I have a horse to ride. He might not be mine, but for most purposes, he is mine to ride when I please. He doesn’t hack out, he’s is a bit of a goof, but he is so lovely and I like him a lot. And I think he actually likes me as well. I’ve decided to wait until fall at least, or maybe next year, to buy a horse, so North will have to be my baby for a while more. Which is good, for both of us. He needs somebody, of the human persuasion, to care, excercise, brush, and provide carrots, as I need someone of the equine persuasion, to care for, to ride, to brush, and to feed carrots to. It’s a symbiotic relationship, and it works.
What else is new?
March 20, 2009 at 8:23 PM (notes and thoughts)
Tons and tons of stuff. I’ve had so much to say, and my fingers were unable to type the words. They could not translate from my brain, who was apparently speaking gibberish. Make any sense to you? Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t meant to be sensical.
A lot has happened to me lately. Some I can post about, some is better left unsaid. And some is just not suitable for sharing on the intraweb.
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First, let me say I don’t dislike cops. I don’t like them, but I don’t dislike them. Second, I am a woman. I am a ‘feminist’. I believe in equality. Women can do anything men can do. Almost. I’ve peed standing up, behind a tree. Maybe not completely successfully, and couldn’t just whip it out and pee, actually had to remove clothes to do it, and it was a silliness thing, probably involving beer and a conversation about equality and peeing standing up and proving that indeed women can, etc……okay, just silly. But I digress…
Women should not be cops. With the power to give out speeding tickets. And the inability to sympathize, or at least knock down your ticket a bit the way the guys do. Seriously, women are bitches and given the power will take the trip!
Nuff said.
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Second, women are bitches. Oh, wait,….did I say that already? What is it with being just plain mean??? Is it necessary for human survival or something? Honest to dog, I’m getting tired of nasty people. Who undermine, who are nice to your face and knife in your back, and it’s not even directed at me! Yet!!! Is it the pack instinct when one person starts bitching, the others join in?? Reason I love animals so much, they don’t hate you and bitch about you even when they want to eat you. At least they are honest about wanting to kill you.
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I am done for today. I wanted to write about other blogs (and other stuff), especially this one, which I just found and love, (she is an old friend), but it ain’t gonna happen. Battelstar G is on tonight, season and show finale. Gotta watch it. And I’m getting tired. I want to go curl up in my comfy chair in front of the idiot box and chill out.
Fridays…Better than Mondays??
March 6, 2009 at 9:48 PM (1)
Who knows. You reach a certain age, and Friday night loses its luster. It used to be my favorite night of the week. It meant going out, dancing, listening to music, having fun with the girls and flirtalicious with cute guys, and later, when you were hooked up, being with your guy, knowing you were going home with the guy you came with, and all with the knowledge that you would get to sleep in the next day. Till bloody noon if you so chose! So if you drank a little too much, danced a little too hard, and laughed a little too loud, it was all okay. Precious sleep would help you nurse the hangover, coffee and a cigarette in the am would do the trick, and so what if you made an ass out of yourself, (I will not go there!!!). Somehow, what seemed like an excellent way to spend the night at 22, seems awfully silly at 37. Especially seeing as the last time I danced was in my kitchen with Bob (it’s a radio station-see my post about 80’s music), I just have no clue how to dance anymore!
Whatever, dude!
