I usually have my dad on block through msn messenger, and I don't answer the phone when he calls. But I figure since it's Christmas I'll unblock him and try and play nice, for the sake of everyone else like my sister. SO he starts rambling on about his dog.... yes his DOG. A man who lives in a bedroom sized motel room aquires a puppy, not just a lapdog lil lounge around thing but a fucking Border Collie puppy.

What in fucking gods name is going on in that man's mind? He can't walk, he has a scooter now, and he goes and gets the type of dog that requires CONSTANT excercise and a lot of maintenance.

He doesn't even have dog food, he went down to the motel kitchen and got it some rib bones. He can't even afford to feed himself, or the dog! WHAT THE FUCK? He had three dogs at his old place, GEE look what happened to them!!!

He's gone through two cats and a bird since living there. He wants a quick fix, he wants to 'feel better'. Yes even at the expense of a poor, defenseless puppy that he'll end up discarding down the road because he'll become annoyed with it. OR he'll have to move somewhere that doesnt allow dogs.

It's pet owners like that that fill up the animal shelters, dogs and cats who are perfectly healthy and mentally fit get killed on an ongoing basis because of selfish people making stupid decisions.

For fuck sakes it's reasons like THIS that deter me from not wanting anything to do with him. There are a LOT of reasons, but I don't wanna overload the blog system.

I'm uber stressed out lately, dunno why exactly. Christmas is always hard for me but this year it's almost torture. The next person who says "Happy Holidays" or "You ready for Christmas" to me today is gonna get a festive black eye.

I'll feel festive on my own terms, not cause some over commercialized holiday tells me to.

What the fuck is up with these dreams I'm having lately?

The other night I dreamed I was riding Blue on a super narrow mountainside trail, the bank beside us was super duper steep and a long way down. No trees or bush to possibly break a fall or stop it, and the ground was all like beach sand. I got scared of the height and decided to dismount and try and get Blue to make a super tight turn, he lost his footing and was slowly sliding off the bank towards the 80 foot drop. Later on in my dream I was down on the road looking for the cops to help me, they didnt care about him, they were only looking at my lil bumps and scratches... Then later on in the dream Mr. Puss calls me to tell me the cops found Blue and they had to put him down.

Talk about waking up with your heart up in your throat.


Then last night I dream some fucked up thing about being in Mexico, it was a collage of mazes and robots with steel darts shooting at everyone and drug lords and the cops. Part of it was me running in a nudist area and a couple of bad guys stole my purse and were scaring me. Then I was by a small river with some of our weanlings and my friends lame draft x. They were all in the stream fighting the current and hopping over eachother and losing their grip. And in another portion of the dream there was a bunch of tourists doing some sort of mini bronc ride at a dude ranch. The horses kept falling over and running while laying on their sides cause they couldnt get up, and the riders would just stay on and kick them while they were down. Their freinds would all cheer and hollar. I yelled at them about the horse being hurt and they all looked at my like I was retarded.

FUCK, i hate those dreams.!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm thinking about making someone very close to me smile this christmas. Our riding club is doing a secret santa and I picked her name. I knew immediately what I wanted to do for her. She just lost her horse and most close friend a few monthes back. I want this pic printed into an 8 x 10 and mounted on a matted frame. I want them to remove the halter off of his face, if possible, and print the following poem on the picture itself. Either across the sky, or in a column on the left side, curving around his face. She was the very first boarder we had, even before we were ever a boarding facility. My sister found this horse for her. Anyone who's known him would know the type of loss she's feeling. She lived and breathed him, and he her. It wasn't something of the norm in the horse folk world. He wasn't just an animal, not to anyone and especially not to her.

She lost him to cancer, he was only around 14 or so.

Here's the pic I wanna use...

I can't take credit for the photography, that was all her.


This is the poem I wanna use, I can't read it without getting misty eyed. I posted it a while ago when I just found it.

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glint on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.

When you wake in the morning hush,
I am the swift, uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the soft starlight at night.

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there, I do not sleep.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there, I did not die.
Mary Frye


You think I should give this to her in private? Away from the party, cause I think she'll cry and she's not the type to be comfortable with that.

So considering I dropped Spa Lady like a sack of rotten potatoes, I decided to join a MUCH quieter less soccer mom posh gym. Right in the town I work in there is a small rec centre. It's got all I need and it's always dead in there. It fuckin ROCKS!!! I should have gone there in the first place a year ago when I moved here. It's literally around the corner from my job, and doesn't have the friggin gym attitude ambiance. I'm happy, I worked out my frustrations on the treadmill today and felt the immediate release. Like opening a freshly popped bag of popcorn lol.

Sis is pregnant. She hasn't even been with this guy for a year, but they do live together. She is notorious for not taking care of herself, her debts, her responsiblities, her jobs, her horses etc. I know she's doing this for the wrong reasons, and I'm scared shes making the mistake of her life.

I just heard this today and am gonna need some time to let it sink in.

*gets another beer*

I got a few inquiries about how the "new kid at school" has been doing. So officially his name is Blue, yes he knows it now and comes to it when called. Okay I admit to calling him "Blue Balls", I can't get myself out of it no matter how hard I try.

I rode him on the road the first time today, with my coach and her free lease (who is totally quiet). She gave me lots of tips and tidbits of info on his behavior that not only helped for this ride, but for more in the future. It was the kinda ride I needed today, stress-free and totally relaxing/fun. Not only is schooling your critter of utmost importance if you wanna excel, but so is FUN time. Blue is amazing and I'll NEVER regret buying him, no matter how bad the timing is.

Some more pics, just cause I can't stop ogling him, even tho I can see him out two of my windows. Til it gets dark out lol.

hanging out in the barn


Blue to the right, Deisel my true love ponayyyy to the left.


Blue, on a mission


doing what he does best, bein perrrrty


him and the one horse I was the most worried about, Ranger the alpha male turned out to be best buds. Horse socialization is something that will always mystify me.


Ranger, O'Ryan, Blue and Diesel. All sharing a brain cell


god DAMN I LOVE this pic!!! I can't take credit, a good pic savvy friend of mine snapped this one.


for whomever follows my boring horsey blogs, Spidey is growing up... FAST!

I even seen feather sproutage on his pasterns. He's gonna grow up to be a leggy, muscular, jet black, fluffy footed boy. Quiet as hell to boot!


Our horses are the only thing that holds me onto this nasty place we're xxxxxx to call home.

Our trip was good. TOO much eating/drinking thats for sure. I pulled both my calves at Coco Bongo so I couldn't keep up my running regime. Our hotel was uber nice, very clean and stuff. The beach kinda sucked, it was on a lagoon NOT the open ocean. The beaches on the long side of the "7" hotel zone in cancun are WAYYY nicer. We visited a more posh expensive hotel for some sales pitch, hey we got free breakfast and 500 pesos for it. Since we don't have 30,000 floating around on our credit cards for vacation packages we'd feel obligated to use... we high tailed it outta there.

Next time we know better what kinda place we wanna go... #1 ADULTS ONLY. I really don't know what anyone gains in bringing babies on vacation, they have NO clue what's going on. Even kids... what do they benefit from a vacation? No more stress of hopscotch and Barbie Dolls? There are some adults only resorts to choose from for next time

Pics:

me having a green poop drink, yes they make your poop green.


a SUPER cute critter, I had my pic taken with him. I want one now.


Mr. Puss, the last day of drinking/chillaxin


the small, not exactly secluded beach


the ships I wanted to go on, too expensive tho. EVERYTHING involving tourists is expensive.


part of the hotel/pool


where Mr. Puss and I stole free drinks from after our sales pitch tour... hee hee. We just hid our wrist bands and tipped lots.


no THIS is cancun beach, Royal Caribe


Real Royal, friggin king sized beds by the pool. They had a beach but it washed out, they have to bring in more sand again. SPECTAULCAR hotel, but the people were wayy too snobby for my taste.


we went on a 'riding' excursion. It looks cooler than it was. The horses are not very well taken care of, the riders are all totally daft. You get a cluster fuck of horses and riders all in a jam, then the pissy horses start fighting eachother and the riders don't even know how to make them stop. You tell them you're a very experienced rider and they'll throw you on the laziest nag they have, cause no one else can get them to move. For the non horsey person it might be cool, even then a lot of the newbie riders didn't seem like they were having fun.

I should have known better, dude ranches are always terrible.

we got to 'swim' with the horses... aka: Have some dude donkey you out there and drag your horse around while some other dood takes a pic you end up buying for 10.00 lol. I've been on horses while they were swimming, and that's not it.

boobs, barback on the beach.. isn't there a drink called that? lol

part of the hotel, the pool is pretty big. It's in something of a throwing star shape



The coolest part of this trip was our 16 hour nap. The heat and drinks were getting to us so we decided to have a 'nap' after riding. We went down at 5 pm and got up at 9 am. lol.

Now back to reality dammit, its hard getting back into the swing of things. I'm SOOO looking forward to our next trip. A two weeker in B.C. with our camper. That used to be my home, now I vacation there LOL

I'm not gonna be here much these days, the novelty is wearing off and although I still like posting pics I'm getting bored with the forums and don't really have the time for it.

I hope everyone is doing good in their REAL lives and in their NN alter egos

Special hugs for Milfypoo, Apple, Amcut, TWL (okay... a lil more than a hug for her, I hear she's REAL horney these days hee hee), and bum slaps for anyone I forgotten.

Goin to Mexico in 14 hours, so I guess I should be packing or something rather. I'm really excited but equally scared to leave my pets all under the supervision of less than critters moms. We got a different person for each chore and I'm scared someone isn't gonna do as they promised... Scared that the horses will go without water for a day, Baby Sarah won't get her pill, Courtney will be locked in 'aunties' house all day, someone will forget to feed the dogs, and Vern's friend might forget to feed Rockybird and the barn birds (chickens). Oinkers (Courtney) hasn't been without her mom yet, she's very emotionally attached to me and I'm afraid she'll be scared and lonely in sis's house for a week.

Now I got myself all worked up and stressed out, I need a bottle of wine.

Mr. Puss USED to think 100.00 was too much for a bikini lol. It's all about the brazilian bum bum.

Now... about that drink....


BBL... You guys and chickas all play nice.

Milfy I leave you in charge of Sexual Discussion trolling and Bullshit detecting! I trust you'll excel without my delegation. hee hee... My lil rascillion (sp? lol)

My ten month wait for halloween has ended and I'm sad. I always go through this kinda lull when it's over and I hates it.

To get myself out of it I plan on carving some pumpkins and renting scary movies for wednesday night (we don't hand out candy, I guess kids are too lazy these days to walk farm roads lol).

I always wanted to dress up as a scarecrow dummy and scare the shit out of kids on my doorstep. Maybe I'll borrow a friend's suburb house for that one year lol.

Now I'm left with thoughts for next years costume, 14 more monthes to go