The sad part about questions is they poke you uncomfortably in the head until answered.
I think the worst questions are always the "what ifs". Lately, my biggest what if is the choice I made last April when I broke off with my fiance, Ryan and started kind of seeing my current boyfriend, Sterling. Well I guess more so that I don't regret breaking up with Ryan because I think it helped both of us to have that time apart to live without the responsibility of a committed relationship. We just had too many issues that couldn't be solved by butting heads any longer. And being that he is a Capricorn and I'm an Aries, that is not a pretty fight to watch! But I am also questioning my current relationship due to exterior problems. Sterling and I get on so well that it's no work for us to reside together after only having been together for a short while. The hard part is the fact that he has not yet had the chance to dissolve the marriage he separated from at approximately the same time I left Ryan, aswell as a business he wants to sell of and shut down. Then there is the issue of his son Sawyer and the question of what can be done in the best interest of the child, especially if he ends up finding a posting message in his lap. But all of this is causing questions for me. I am wondering if he was really ready to take on the responsibility of a relationship with everything else he has to deal with. I just don't think it's fair to ask him to be part of something where I need him to be there when he barely has enough hours in a day to get everything else done. So now I am stuck with wondering whether I should break off with Sterling, consider going back to Ryan, stay single, or stay where I am and make the best of it. Sadly, because of all the unknowns, the decision scares me. I don't know whether leaving Sterling is the right decision, but I don't know if I can be happy staying with everything as it is now. I don't know whether going back to Ryan would work out, but I don't know if maybe I'd be missing something that could make me truly happy if I don't get back together with him. And will I be able to find someone who would love me just the way I am if I leave them both behind. It's a tough choice.
And I hope I make the right one.
Wish me luck,
Lady S.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Saturday, December 25, 2010
25 DEC 10: Happy Festivous!
Merry fucking Christmas! ...And not in a bad way.
I find it wonderfully refreshing to live where I do in a semi-backwater country town where no matter who you are or what you look like, when you walk out of a store or are leaving after a meal, or even when talking to a stranger, during this season they will respond with, "Merry Christmas!" As a person who is neither religious nor opposed to people being involved heavily in their own religion, I am so tired of listening to the political correct bullshit that most store clerk nowadays are required to spew. Happy holidays or season's greetings are hardly my idea of specific to this time of year. Now that's not to say that I would even mind a friendly "Happy Hannukah" were I to be speaking with someone who was Jewish. I my opinion, if that is what you are celebrating, why not wish others good tidings in the manner in which you are celebrating. This does not mean that you are expecting to be reciprocated in a like manner, but that you are simply wishing someone else well during your time of happiness. Sharing of a good thing is no crime.
Now on to something else. I honestly am not a Christmas time person and have not truly enjoyed this time of the year since I was a child due to my parents and their attitudes because they were divorced. They handled it very badly when we as children (we being my brother and I) were not really old enough to be making choices as to whom we spent our holidays with. being older now I do whatever the hell I want and am happy about it. But I guess my good nature came out this year because I deemed to spend some time with my father's side of the family. Of course this meant that I had to be around my father. I have not spoken to my father in over two years because when your own father blames you for the fact that he does not care for his pet and essentially makes it out to sound like you are cruel to little animals, you lose respect for the person that brought you into the world. Well because I had decided not to be around my father, that also meant that I was not around my aunt, cousin, and grandparents. And that's not fair to them. So I not only spent Christmas Eve dinner at my aunt's in their company (my father remarried) but I was also patient as a saint while I went to dinner at their new house for Christmas Day aswell. I don't know how I did it but I survived, and I did it fabulously in a sexy little black flapper-girl-style dress with black velvet heels that made me the tallest person in the house.
I must admit though, for the few thoughtful gifts I received from my family, the best one I got was not even supposed to be given to me for Christmas. My cousin Katie at 18 used to ride dressage for a few years but a year or two ago she delepoed degenerating disks which means she is restricted from riding for the rest of her life. Well I guess my aunt Jill (my father's sister) had bought her two pairs of very expensive full-seat breeches and being that she can't ride anymore, she offered them to me so they would be of use to someone. Of course they were my size aswell so I have just been tickled pink about the gift since I got them yesterday. And as simple as it was to offer Katie's unused breeches for my use, it saved me from having to buy them for next season, but being that Jill only buys the best, of course they are from a brand that are 100$ each. So in essence, I made out like a bandit!
I think the only negative thoughts I've been having during the holidays, other than straining to have patience for family, is that I have had to seriously start considering to sell my mare. Sadie is such a sweet girl and she has bonded to me so well in the two years she's been mine, but since I don't compete on her and she is still in training, I just don't give her the amount of time she deserves. With having to work with Forest most of the time to keep him up to snuff so I can do more english competitions next year, that means that if I go to the stable and can only ride one of them, I'll only ride Forest. Atleast it's not like I can't afford her, but when she's not getting the attention a horse her age and breed needs she tends to act up, and I won't let her get away with bad behaviour. But eventually when all I'm doing is reprimanding her for how she acts, she'll sour to being handled, and that's no good. So I will put her up for sale, and I'll even be taking her to a sale in the spring, but if she doesn't get enough money, she will be coming home until TBs go back into fashion and she does bring the right price. I just know it's going to be very hard after all the work I've put into her and how close we've gotten. Her being my first horse will also make it heart-wrenching.
For those of you who are lucky to be with your loved ones for Christmas, give a prayer for those who aren't, can't, and for those who are off in far lands doing their duty. We're pulling for ya, we're all in this together.
Love to all,
Lady S.
I find it wonderfully refreshing to live where I do in a semi-backwater country town where no matter who you are or what you look like, when you walk out of a store or are leaving after a meal, or even when talking to a stranger, during this season they will respond with, "Merry Christmas!" As a person who is neither religious nor opposed to people being involved heavily in their own religion, I am so tired of listening to the political correct bullshit that most store clerk nowadays are required to spew. Happy holidays or season's greetings are hardly my idea of specific to this time of year. Now that's not to say that I would even mind a friendly "Happy Hannukah" were I to be speaking with someone who was Jewish. I my opinion, if that is what you are celebrating, why not wish others good tidings in the manner in which you are celebrating. This does not mean that you are expecting to be reciprocated in a like manner, but that you are simply wishing someone else well during your time of happiness. Sharing of a good thing is no crime.
Now on to something else. I honestly am not a Christmas time person and have not truly enjoyed this time of the year since I was a child due to my parents and their attitudes because they were divorced. They handled it very badly when we as children (we being my brother and I) were not really old enough to be making choices as to whom we spent our holidays with. being older now I do whatever the hell I want and am happy about it. But I guess my good nature came out this year because I deemed to spend some time with my father's side of the family. Of course this meant that I had to be around my father. I have not spoken to my father in over two years because when your own father blames you for the fact that he does not care for his pet and essentially makes it out to sound like you are cruel to little animals, you lose respect for the person that brought you into the world. Well because I had decided not to be around my father, that also meant that I was not around my aunt, cousin, and grandparents. And that's not fair to them. So I not only spent Christmas Eve dinner at my aunt's in their company (my father remarried) but I was also patient as a saint while I went to dinner at their new house for Christmas Day aswell. I don't know how I did it but I survived, and I did it fabulously in a sexy little black flapper-girl-style dress with black velvet heels that made me the tallest person in the house.
I must admit though, for the few thoughtful gifts I received from my family, the best one I got was not even supposed to be given to me for Christmas. My cousin Katie at 18 used to ride dressage for a few years but a year or two ago she delepoed degenerating disks which means she is restricted from riding for the rest of her life. Well I guess my aunt Jill (my father's sister) had bought her two pairs of very expensive full-seat breeches and being that she can't ride anymore, she offered them to me so they would be of use to someone. Of course they were my size aswell so I have just been tickled pink about the gift since I got them yesterday. And as simple as it was to offer Katie's unused breeches for my use, it saved me from having to buy them for next season, but being that Jill only buys the best, of course they are from a brand that are 100$ each. So in essence, I made out like a bandit!
I think the only negative thoughts I've been having during the holidays, other than straining to have patience for family, is that I have had to seriously start considering to sell my mare. Sadie is such a sweet girl and she has bonded to me so well in the two years she's been mine, but since I don't compete on her and she is still in training, I just don't give her the amount of time she deserves. With having to work with Forest most of the time to keep him up to snuff so I can do more english competitions next year, that means that if I go to the stable and can only ride one of them, I'll only ride Forest. Atleast it's not like I can't afford her, but when she's not getting the attention a horse her age and breed needs she tends to act up, and I won't let her get away with bad behaviour. But eventually when all I'm doing is reprimanding her for how she acts, she'll sour to being handled, and that's no good. So I will put her up for sale, and I'll even be taking her to a sale in the spring, but if she doesn't get enough money, she will be coming home until TBs go back into fashion and she does bring the right price. I just know it's going to be very hard after all the work I've put into her and how close we've gotten. Her being my first horse will also make it heart-wrenching.
For those of you who are lucky to be with your loved ones for Christmas, give a prayer for those who aren't, can't, and for those who are off in far lands doing their duty. We're pulling for ya, we're all in this together.
Love to all,
Lady S.
Monday, December 13, 2010
13 DEC 10: And they're outta there!
Finally... semester is finished!
It always feels so good to complete something. I'm glad that it didn't take all that long because I just did not have the patience, not that I didn't make sure to take the time. Of course only taking a quarter of the time to do it in says a lot about the only patience I had for this exam! But now that it is complete, all I have to do is sit back and relax into the Christmas time atmosphere. And I'm not necessarily looking forward to it. I have decided to play nice with my father and go to his house for dinner on the big day. Atleast I can drive away in my own truck if I don't want to stay. Though it would be easier if my stepmother wasn't such a brain dead bimbo and would just give me a damn time to show up. I have the address so I can find their new house they had to get for their three sports cars. I just don't know if I can find the peace of mind to let everything go and attempt to play nice without having to get up and leave halfway through dinner. I will put on a smile but I will not partake in any agravating conversation they bring up... as per usual. Something to know about my father's side of the family is that they are highly political. Too bad none of them are in agreement about which government. My aunt and uncle work for the government as civil servants (she's an overpaid, glorified secretary and he's a tree counter) and they are on the side of the Liberals. My grandfather and my father are highly Conservative so long as it serves their purposes. My stepmother doesn't know enough about things to have an educated opinion and my grandmother wishes they would all shut up. My brother tends to go for the chaos theory or he's simply paranoid about anything government and I haven't been able to see my cousin Katie in a long time so I'm not sure of her opinions. Of course, I'm military, therefore I have no opinion legally, though honestly I would prefer to not talk about it at all and maybe have discussions about things that are more appealing.
Cross your fingers that there are no deaths in the family courtesy of government training.
Prayin' for ya,
Lady S.
It always feels so good to complete something. I'm glad that it didn't take all that long because I just did not have the patience, not that I didn't make sure to take the time. Of course only taking a quarter of the time to do it in says a lot about the only patience I had for this exam! But now that it is complete, all I have to do is sit back and relax into the Christmas time atmosphere. And I'm not necessarily looking forward to it. I have decided to play nice with my father and go to his house for dinner on the big day. Atleast I can drive away in my own truck if I don't want to stay. Though it would be easier if my stepmother wasn't such a brain dead bimbo and would just give me a damn time to show up. I have the address so I can find their new house they had to get for their three sports cars. I just don't know if I can find the peace of mind to let everything go and attempt to play nice without having to get up and leave halfway through dinner. I will put on a smile but I will not partake in any agravating conversation they bring up... as per usual. Something to know about my father's side of the family is that they are highly political. Too bad none of them are in agreement about which government. My aunt and uncle work for the government as civil servants (she's an overpaid, glorified secretary and he's a tree counter) and they are on the side of the Liberals. My grandfather and my father are highly Conservative so long as it serves their purposes. My stepmother doesn't know enough about things to have an educated opinion and my grandmother wishes they would all shut up. My brother tends to go for the chaos theory or he's simply paranoid about anything government and I haven't been able to see my cousin Katie in a long time so I'm not sure of her opinions. Of course, I'm military, therefore I have no opinion legally, though honestly I would prefer to not talk about it at all and maybe have discussions about things that are more appealing.
Cross your fingers that there are no deaths in the family courtesy of government training.
Prayin' for ya,
Lady S.
Saturday, December 11, 2010
11 DEC 10: Karma is Still in Arrears
Well I guess no matter how hard I try I will still get cut off at the knees... for the most part.
So the last few days have given me more and more hurdles to conquer. I got a notice in the mail stating that I owe the government approximately 700$ in order to come up to snuff on my taxes from last year. This is mostly due to the fact that the part time job I had in 2009 did not give me a T4 to bring in to do my taxes. Yay... So I am stuck giving the government money that would have gone top better things but I guess atleast I got told now and not later, seeing as the government, in their "infinite" wisdom, has decided to already charge me interest on the repayment though I was only given notice of this money owing yesterday. God love the government I work for!
So on top of this mishap, I had planned on giving my ex (yes this does sound as wierd as it's going to sound further along) his gift early. Tonight we were supposed be going to Toronto to the Leafs vs Habs game... and his work had him rushing back to home base to for briefings at the same time the puck was supposed to drop. He atleast came to pick up some stuff he had to get from me but what I did not like was that he didn't tell me that he couldn't go until he got here. So I was scrambling to figure out what to do with tickets I had paid 200$ for. Luckily I had found one of my buddies from work to buy the tickets, but when I took the money to the bank so that I could pay bills online, I was flustered enough to be retarded in typing into the machine 100$. Thank god banks are thorough and they check up on things like that immediately.
My plans are shot for the most part. I was looking forward to saving up for working towards getting my Coaching Level 1 for english riding and to possibly be able to afford a new saddle that will last me through the majority of my riding years. It sounds like a fashion show, but unfortunately quality lasts as much as it costs. I guess I will have to put off my own pursuits in order to be able to afford my responsibilities, but when I've already been doing this for 4 years, it wears on your patience. I just hope my tour comes through and maybe will alleviate my responisbilities that much more. Especially since I have yet to find out how much I will be responsible for giving to the bank for my first husband's car that he decided to drop on my doorstep. These are all wonderful food for thought as I go into my psychology exam on Monday. But as per usual I will continue with my strong back bone and take the force of the brunt. Kinda the way my face did on Wednesday!
For those of you who read this, hope to hell you don't have my luck!
Ciao,
Lady S.
So the last few days have given me more and more hurdles to conquer. I got a notice in the mail stating that I owe the government approximately 700$ in order to come up to snuff on my taxes from last year. This is mostly due to the fact that the part time job I had in 2009 did not give me a T4 to bring in to do my taxes. Yay... So I am stuck giving the government money that would have gone top better things but I guess atleast I got told now and not later, seeing as the government, in their "infinite" wisdom, has decided to already charge me interest on the repayment though I was only given notice of this money owing yesterday. God love the government I work for!
So on top of this mishap, I had planned on giving my ex (yes this does sound as wierd as it's going to sound further along) his gift early. Tonight we were supposed be going to Toronto to the Leafs vs Habs game... and his work had him rushing back to home base to for briefings at the same time the puck was supposed to drop. He atleast came to pick up some stuff he had to get from me but what I did not like was that he didn't tell me that he couldn't go until he got here. So I was scrambling to figure out what to do with tickets I had paid 200$ for. Luckily I had found one of my buddies from work to buy the tickets, but when I took the money to the bank so that I could pay bills online, I was flustered enough to be retarded in typing into the machine 100$. Thank god banks are thorough and they check up on things like that immediately.
My plans are shot for the most part. I was looking forward to saving up for working towards getting my Coaching Level 1 for english riding and to possibly be able to afford a new saddle that will last me through the majority of my riding years. It sounds like a fashion show, but unfortunately quality lasts as much as it costs. I guess I will have to put off my own pursuits in order to be able to afford my responsibilities, but when I've already been doing this for 4 years, it wears on your patience. I just hope my tour comes through and maybe will alleviate my responisbilities that much more. Especially since I have yet to find out how much I will be responsible for giving to the bank for my first husband's car that he decided to drop on my doorstep. These are all wonderful food for thought as I go into my psychology exam on Monday. But as per usual I will continue with my strong back bone and take the force of the brunt. Kinda the way my face did on Wednesday!
For those of you who read this, hope to hell you don't have my luck!
Ciao,
Lady S.
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
08 DEC 10: Rule of... twos?
If anyone is a glutton for punishment, it's me.
I have been having quite the streak of bad luck lately. The first instance was with my gelding, Forest. Only someone as stupid as I am would want to ride english to practice jumps, then turn around and try to do barrels. Now most people would be under the assumption that this was on two different occasions. Oh no. No no no. Lady S., being the psycho that she is, has used doing a few barrel runs as Forest's reward for behaving himself over jumps that he is not always used to. Well unfortunately he has the tendency to get a little excited, so yesterday, as I do everytime, I made him trot a keyhole pattern for the first run. The unfortunate part is that on the second run when I let him canter, on his run home he became a little bucky and of course my fat ass came crashing to the sand, I bruised said fat ass, and was left on my back with one foot still in the stirrup. I'm thankful he is not the type of horse to start running, or continue running home as most extremely well trained barrel horses tend to do. The poor boy though! He was looking at me like he didn't understand what was going on. Of course, in my typical fashion, I dusted myself off and hopped back on and made him run it again at a slower canter. Of course, my boy behaved and did what mommy said... thank goodness!
Oh but it doesn't stop there. I came into work today with the expectation that we would put the number four fuel tank on tail number 327 on vent today in order to carry out a confined space leak snag inside the tank. Now due to the stress put on certain parts of the wing, it can make it extra difficult to remove access panels on the top of the wing. We have a large apparatus called a wing steady that is essentially a support that goes under the wing and is cranked upwards to take the stress off the wing. Well in order to get this thing tall enough to fit under the wing, we have to adjust the upper slip tube. The top portion though is sepparate. It's a 50 lb banana shape piece of wood and metal with rubber tube padding so as not to damage the paint or the skin on the wing. Well in adjusting this slip tube, instead of it going up, the tube came down, releasing the bottom of the "banana" that slips inside the tube and allowed it to topple down to the ground. Well yours truly looked up just as it was coming down... and the padded portion caught me straight against the right side of my face. Shockingly I am not broken. But my lips did split in three places, I have a cut on the inside of my left nostral that bled, and my nose, above my right eyebrow, and my right eye are bruised. The impact also transferred into my shoulders causing a lot of muscle tension, and of course my head is killing me. Yeah, I am totally a glutton for punishment. And this is of course the second time my work has had to take me to the base hospital since I was posted in. If I keep going like this, I'll be transported there atleast once a year!
Now I think that I should be watching over my shoulder tomorrow as it's usually the rule of threes, not twos, but maybe I'll get lucky for once. I'm owed a fair sized cheque from karma by this point.
TTFN,
Lady S.
I have been having quite the streak of bad luck lately. The first instance was with my gelding, Forest. Only someone as stupid as I am would want to ride english to practice jumps, then turn around and try to do barrels. Now most people would be under the assumption that this was on two different occasions. Oh no. No no no. Lady S., being the psycho that she is, has used doing a few barrel runs as Forest's reward for behaving himself over jumps that he is not always used to. Well unfortunately he has the tendency to get a little excited, so yesterday, as I do everytime, I made him trot a keyhole pattern for the first run. The unfortunate part is that on the second run when I let him canter, on his run home he became a little bucky and of course my fat ass came crashing to the sand, I bruised said fat ass, and was left on my back with one foot still in the stirrup. I'm thankful he is not the type of horse to start running, or continue running home as most extremely well trained barrel horses tend to do. The poor boy though! He was looking at me like he didn't understand what was going on. Of course, in my typical fashion, I dusted myself off and hopped back on and made him run it again at a slower canter. Of course, my boy behaved and did what mommy said... thank goodness!
Oh but it doesn't stop there. I came into work today with the expectation that we would put the number four fuel tank on tail number 327 on vent today in order to carry out a confined space leak snag inside the tank. Now due to the stress put on certain parts of the wing, it can make it extra difficult to remove access panels on the top of the wing. We have a large apparatus called a wing steady that is essentially a support that goes under the wing and is cranked upwards to take the stress off the wing. Well in order to get this thing tall enough to fit under the wing, we have to adjust the upper slip tube. The top portion though is sepparate. It's a 50 lb banana shape piece of wood and metal with rubber tube padding so as not to damage the paint or the skin on the wing. Well in adjusting this slip tube, instead of it going up, the tube came down, releasing the bottom of the "banana" that slips inside the tube and allowed it to topple down to the ground. Well yours truly looked up just as it was coming down... and the padded portion caught me straight against the right side of my face. Shockingly I am not broken. But my lips did split in three places, I have a cut on the inside of my left nostral that bled, and my nose, above my right eyebrow, and my right eye are bruised. The impact also transferred into my shoulders causing a lot of muscle tension, and of course my head is killing me. Yeah, I am totally a glutton for punishment. And this is of course the second time my work has had to take me to the base hospital since I was posted in. If I keep going like this, I'll be transported there atleast once a year!
Now I think that I should be watching over my shoulder tomorrow as it's usually the rule of threes, not twos, but maybe I'll get lucky for once. I'm owed a fair sized cheque from karma by this point.
TTFN,
Lady S.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
05 DEC 10: No Energy Here
Do you ever have one of those weekends where no matter how little you do you're still exhausted and just want to go to bed? That pretty much explains my entire weekend....
My friday started off alright, saying goodbye to Sterling, my boyfriend for all intensive purposes, and hoped to complete the philosophy assignment I spoke of in my last entry. Of course, amidst completing that paper, I also had promised to participate in the Stirling Santa Clause Parade on my friend Curtis' float for his company and my stable. Well that of course had me working til the last minute on my paper. And by the last minute I mean right up until midnight. Of course, once finished I was no where near interested in going to bed yet because I needed to bring down my level of anxiety over what I had just had to complete. So I got to sleep around an unreasonable hour an awoke to a day full of work. First thing I had to wake up and go to the bar I have a part time job at and clean and open until 6pm. During my shift I got an offer to work that night aswell from 10 til 1am, so being the opportunist I am I took the shift and had a long day of generic bar theatrics. Once home I of course crawled into bed with the hope that the next day I would find the energy to do all the things I had to do. Of course, as you can tell from the title I did not. A small amount of cleaning was all that occupied me today other than feeding myself. I couldn't even rouse my interest in the way of going to the stable. The thought of the fact that I haven't gone to see my animals since Thursday and that they would probably be of the inclination to act up, especially Sadie who hasn't been ridden in two weeks. And just the thought of that had me drained like water down the sink. I couldn't bring myself to do more than throw my laundry in and could barely take an interest in doing the dishes, which is surprisingly a chore I like to do. I just have this feeling that the world doesn't have enough hours in the day and that the expectations people put on themselves is far beyond what any one person can accomplish daily without taking that one day a week to just deflate from all our normal pressures. Or I might have a slight amount of A.D.D. in the fact that I can't concentrate on anything in my life unless I'm in process of 5 things at once.
Otherwise, so long as things go somewhat smoothly, I can deal with the occasional bumps. Stable tomorrow! Back to the horsies!
Ta ta y'all,
Lady S.
My friday started off alright, saying goodbye to Sterling, my boyfriend for all intensive purposes, and hoped to complete the philosophy assignment I spoke of in my last entry. Of course, amidst completing that paper, I also had promised to participate in the Stirling Santa Clause Parade on my friend Curtis' float for his company and my stable. Well that of course had me working til the last minute on my paper. And by the last minute I mean right up until midnight. Of course, once finished I was no where near interested in going to bed yet because I needed to bring down my level of anxiety over what I had just had to complete. So I got to sleep around an unreasonable hour an awoke to a day full of work. First thing I had to wake up and go to the bar I have a part time job at and clean and open until 6pm. During my shift I got an offer to work that night aswell from 10 til 1am, so being the opportunist I am I took the shift and had a long day of generic bar theatrics. Once home I of course crawled into bed with the hope that the next day I would find the energy to do all the things I had to do. Of course, as you can tell from the title I did not. A small amount of cleaning was all that occupied me today other than feeding myself. I couldn't even rouse my interest in the way of going to the stable. The thought of the fact that I haven't gone to see my animals since Thursday and that they would probably be of the inclination to act up, especially Sadie who hasn't been ridden in two weeks. And just the thought of that had me drained like water down the sink. I couldn't bring myself to do more than throw my laundry in and could barely take an interest in doing the dishes, which is surprisingly a chore I like to do. I just have this feeling that the world doesn't have enough hours in the day and that the expectations people put on themselves is far beyond what any one person can accomplish daily without taking that one day a week to just deflate from all our normal pressures. Or I might have a slight amount of A.D.D. in the fact that I can't concentrate on anything in my life unless I'm in process of 5 things at once.
Otherwise, so long as things go somewhat smoothly, I can deal with the occasional bumps. Stable tomorrow! Back to the horsies!
Ta ta y'all,
Lady S.
Friday, December 3, 2010
03 DEC 10: Yet another assignment!
Finally another assignment done, concluding the end of another semester for atleast one of my courses.
Being in the military offers me many advantages, one specifically being able to complete an extended education. I, being the genius that I am (no mensa for you!) decided that I would take on getting myself a degree in order to facilitate my grand plan to steal myself a pilot's lisence from our fabulous military! Of course I have decided on my major already, unlike some poeple who decline to figure out what the hell they want until their second year in. In my case I have chosen a degree in psychology with a minor in philosophy. As of right now I have completed one semester, which only includes two courses per semester, and am carrying on into two courses that continue over the course of two semesters. So I just completed my philosophy assignment, which is the third assignment that completes the first of two semesters in which I will take Intro to Phil. And I must say... OMG! I think my brain is about to explode! Of course this assignment was completely based upon the theory of knowledge, meaning that at each and every turn you are continually questioning whether what you know of your life is truly what you know or whether anything even exists! It's not a concept I personally am incapable of understanding, but this subject matter was almost as bad as the previous subject which was based upon the world's various arguments for the existence of God. I personally am what could be considered a pantheist, which is a person who believes in the existence of various gods and goddesses that have touch in the world still. But I digress, what I am saying is that I might seriously be reconsidering my ridiculous minor! Oh lord, yes. Though I do love philosophy and the endless possiblilites it does provide for explaining the existence of everything and hypothesizing your own life. So now that I have completed this third assignment I am not required to hand over another one until the beginning of February in the next year. Thank the gods (lol). But I do have yet to complete my final exam for Intro to Psych, on Dec. 10, but that won't be so bad because it is less of a perceived viewpoint and more based on memorization and understanding of basic concepts. For those of you thinking about going into psychology, realize now that you will be required to have an understanding of the brain and how it processes and the various senses our bodies are capable of and how it sends the sensory information to our brains to be perceived. There's a lot of science in psychology, and not quite as many crazy people. And I was truly looking forward to the crazy people. It is my forte.
So with all this ridiculous education going in the background, this takes me away from my loveable animals, which is truly unfortunate as my poor little mare, being the idiot that she is, was limping all last week. It truly was sad to see, but I call her an idiot because she literally did it to herself. After however many months of behaving herself on cross ties, she randomly decided to pull herself off of them, breaking the halter, which is honestly the fifth one she has broken since I have owned her, and slide backwards, and I guess in that process she smashed her ankle on her other front foot and began to limp severely. I happy atleast that it has been cold outside, which kept the swelling down, but this means that she has had two weeks off to do nothing, and i am hoping that her little episode is embedded in her head and that she will discontinue her selfdistructive path and simply behave the way I know she can, because honestly she is generally well behaved. She just has an attention span problem. Which, I guess, is part of the reason I love her so much. Of course, I cannot complain about my gelding at this point. He has been behaving himself so well that all I can say is now that I have him completely paid off, he is worth every penny I have spent on him up until this point.
I must say though there is onne thing I am super happy about lately. Trevor, a friend of mine from high school, and I have come back into contact and it's pretty cool. We parted ways at the end of HS on not so friendly terms, and I don't think I was too disappointed at the time. But now that I have moved on in my life and gone on to do things that I am proud of and start a career away from my home town and the life I once had, I can better appreciate the type of relationship he and I once had. He is a quite intelligent person, with a whit and charm that would appeal to many a swooning girl. Thank god I can no longer be considered a girl. But seriously, we had had many insanely diverse conversations and had connected on so many strangely angled plateaus that it always made for interesting direction. And he's willing to hop on my horses. So I can't complain. That's pretty awesome. I must say I am truly excited for him to visit and hang out for atleast a little while because it should make for an interesting reunion. And I will admit to a little bit of pridefulness where I would like to show off a smidge. Just sayin...
And if I'm lucky my xmas tree will stay standing no matter how high up my CowBelle attempts to climb it in order to eat the ornaments. *sigh*
Cheers,
Lady S.
Being in the military offers me many advantages, one specifically being able to complete an extended education. I, being the genius that I am (no mensa for you!) decided that I would take on getting myself a degree in order to facilitate my grand plan to steal myself a pilot's lisence from our fabulous military! Of course I have decided on my major already, unlike some poeple who decline to figure out what the hell they want until their second year in. In my case I have chosen a degree in psychology with a minor in philosophy. As of right now I have completed one semester, which only includes two courses per semester, and am carrying on into two courses that continue over the course of two semesters. So I just completed my philosophy assignment, which is the third assignment that completes the first of two semesters in which I will take Intro to Phil. And I must say... OMG! I think my brain is about to explode! Of course this assignment was completely based upon the theory of knowledge, meaning that at each and every turn you are continually questioning whether what you know of your life is truly what you know or whether anything even exists! It's not a concept I personally am incapable of understanding, but this subject matter was almost as bad as the previous subject which was based upon the world's various arguments for the existence of God. I personally am what could be considered a pantheist, which is a person who believes in the existence of various gods and goddesses that have touch in the world still. But I digress, what I am saying is that I might seriously be reconsidering my ridiculous minor! Oh lord, yes. Though I do love philosophy and the endless possiblilites it does provide for explaining the existence of everything and hypothesizing your own life. So now that I have completed this third assignment I am not required to hand over another one until the beginning of February in the next year. Thank the gods (lol). But I do have yet to complete my final exam for Intro to Psych, on Dec. 10, but that won't be so bad because it is less of a perceived viewpoint and more based on memorization and understanding of basic concepts. For those of you thinking about going into psychology, realize now that you will be required to have an understanding of the brain and how it processes and the various senses our bodies are capable of and how it sends the sensory information to our brains to be perceived. There's a lot of science in psychology, and not quite as many crazy people. And I was truly looking forward to the crazy people. It is my forte.
So with all this ridiculous education going in the background, this takes me away from my loveable animals, which is truly unfortunate as my poor little mare, being the idiot that she is, was limping all last week. It truly was sad to see, but I call her an idiot because she literally did it to herself. After however many months of behaving herself on cross ties, she randomly decided to pull herself off of them, breaking the halter, which is honestly the fifth one she has broken since I have owned her, and slide backwards, and I guess in that process she smashed her ankle on her other front foot and began to limp severely. I happy atleast that it has been cold outside, which kept the swelling down, but this means that she has had two weeks off to do nothing, and i am hoping that her little episode is embedded in her head and that she will discontinue her selfdistructive path and simply behave the way I know she can, because honestly she is generally well behaved. She just has an attention span problem. Which, I guess, is part of the reason I love her so much. Of course, I cannot complain about my gelding at this point. He has been behaving himself so well that all I can say is now that I have him completely paid off, he is worth every penny I have spent on him up until this point.
I must say though there is onne thing I am super happy about lately. Trevor, a friend of mine from high school, and I have come back into contact and it's pretty cool. We parted ways at the end of HS on not so friendly terms, and I don't think I was too disappointed at the time. But now that I have moved on in my life and gone on to do things that I am proud of and start a career away from my home town and the life I once had, I can better appreciate the type of relationship he and I once had. He is a quite intelligent person, with a whit and charm that would appeal to many a swooning girl. Thank god I can no longer be considered a girl. But seriously, we had had many insanely diverse conversations and had connected on so many strangely angled plateaus that it always made for interesting direction. And he's willing to hop on my horses. So I can't complain. That's pretty awesome. I must say I am truly excited for him to visit and hang out for atleast a little while because it should make for an interesting reunion. And I will admit to a little bit of pridefulness where I would like to show off a smidge. Just sayin...
And if I'm lucky my xmas tree will stay standing no matter how high up my CowBelle attempts to climb it in order to eat the ornaments. *sigh*
Cheers,
Lady S.
Thursday, December 2, 2010
02 DEC 10:Ode to the Blog
I never saw the merit in a blog. I mostly figured these things were useful only for self-righteous idiots who didn't have the intelligence to be capable of face-to-face interaction with those of us who exist in the real world, but I guess even those of us who monopolize our time with real world endeavours must at some point bow down to the relevance of the internet and utilize all it has to offer. Not that this is common practice for someone like me who is literally up to her ears hectic mayhem on a regular basis. but since this will continue on for now, I guess a small background session would be appropriate.
I wish my life's story were interesting and fanastical but it's not. I grew up in a city in Ontario, Canada and have lived in the province most of my life. I was definitely not a normal kid, but I don't think I was anything special either. I passed high school by the skin of my ass and due to a determination to not be labellled a useless fuck before I hit 20 (yes, I do swear a lot so for those of you who are offended, please discontinue reading.) Once graduated from the hell hole I was forced to survive for 4 intermineable years, I joined the Canadian Air Force and started my life as an enlisted member. Of course, the large part of this blog is not to blither on about my job as an aircraft mechanic (that's right boys, I turn a wrench with the best of them) but to talk more about my life involved with horses and the rest of my fanatical pursuits. The entire reason I am capable of even owning such an animal is completely due to my fabulous job, and when I say fabulous I'm not kidding! Most people aren't into the restrictive conformity the military offers but I find that it gives me purpose and focus in my life. So really, my job deserves significantly more than ann honourary mention and will probably receive much attention in the future.
On to the main goal... horses. I have been in the saddle on and off ever since I was 4 yrs old. My love for these massive four-legged creatures was fostered primarily by my mother whose family had at one time, though not in my life-time, bred palamino Quarter Horses. Palamino is the colouring, a golden coat with a white mane and tail, and QH is the breed. I myself own a Thoroughbred and an Appaloosa. My TB is a black mare, and when I say black, she does fade during the summer if I let her out during the day but in the winter when her true colour shows she is jet black from head to toe with not one marking on her. She was foaled Feb. 20, 2006 and she was my first horse. My Appy is a beautiful chestnut gelding with only a white arrowhead onn his forehead and a white smudge on his nose, and because he is technically half QH, he has no blanket to speak of. He was foaled March 15, 2000 and has become my competition animal seeing as my mare is not old enough nor trained enough to be capable of what I like to compete in.
Now for my experience, though the only official lessons I can speak of are two weeks of pony camp while I was 12 and a handful of lessons I have taken to prep myself for competition, given by my stable manager Stacey, I am actually far more knowledgeable than most people expect. There are holes in my education, but I only ever have to be told something once, especially about a subject matter I enjoy, and it's stuck in my brain forever. That being said, last summer was my first foray into the world of horse competition. I will admit that next summer it will take all my force of will not to kill someone if I coninue into english competition, seeing as I rather enjoy doing hunter and jumper, and I do equitation and pleasure to round it out. But my one calling I will not give up because it's just too much fun is barrel racing. Yes, i just said barrel racing. Quite the conundrum for those people who might have the prim and proper image of a classic english rider in their heads. Sadly, it's the only way to keep my horse's head occupied aswell. Forest, my appy, is a peculiar horse, especially for a gelding. His bloodlines, for those of you reading who know a bit about QHs, include Impressive. And he's only 4th generation away. So he's a little wonky in the head (and yes he did come up negative.) But he also has a very short attention span. So to diffuse his frustration, we run around barrels. Admittedly he has trained in Western Pleasure and Reining, so he really is a western horse, but he seems to have the oddest philosophy when it comes to jumps; if he's not going over it, he's going through it! An excellent attitude for jumper and even for hunter when he slows down! So that's my gelding in a nutshell.
Now my mare is another story all together. She is the sweetest, cuddliest, most trusting animal I ever had the opportunity to meet, but i swear on my life she is bi-polar or something! Sadie, my TB, is a horse I saved from the track at Woodbine, but her training was significantly more lacking than the original owner inferred. Of course, I had gotten her for free so really I couldn't have cared. but it does mean that I have put a lot of work into her, but at only four years old she is very calm not only for her age, but also for her breed. I could never give her up, but every animal has a price, sad as it is to say. Though I do have big plans for her. I'm hoping that she stands at pony height, and I'll train her to be a hunter pony and if I have the money down the road when she's 7, I'll breed her to my stable manager's stud, SS Windallore, a pure hanovarian, and have the baby registered as a sport horse and train it myself to compete hunter/jumper also. The beauty is that the stud is a black aswell, so the baby could turn out just stunning! But I also hope that Sadie will achieve the goals I have set for her. She's smart and she learns incredibly quickly for a TB.Even Stacey was shocked when she started to use my mare as a lesson horse for more advanced students who needed a challenge from the regular school horses.
I addition to my horses though, I do own a small menagerie at home. I have three cats; Marvin, Shadow, and CowBelle, and a small corn snake, Ollie. I find it totally necessary to have animals at home to keep me company, because even if they don't talk, they are the best kind of company!
TTFN,
Lady Sadie
I wish my life's story were interesting and fanastical but it's not. I grew up in a city in Ontario, Canada and have lived in the province most of my life. I was definitely not a normal kid, but I don't think I was anything special either. I passed high school by the skin of my ass and due to a determination to not be labellled a useless fuck before I hit 20 (yes, I do swear a lot so for those of you who are offended, please discontinue reading.) Once graduated from the hell hole I was forced to survive for 4 intermineable years, I joined the Canadian Air Force and started my life as an enlisted member. Of course, the large part of this blog is not to blither on about my job as an aircraft mechanic (that's right boys, I turn a wrench with the best of them) but to talk more about my life involved with horses and the rest of my fanatical pursuits. The entire reason I am capable of even owning such an animal is completely due to my fabulous job, and when I say fabulous I'm not kidding! Most people aren't into the restrictive conformity the military offers but I find that it gives me purpose and focus in my life. So really, my job deserves significantly more than ann honourary mention and will probably receive much attention in the future.
On to the main goal... horses. I have been in the saddle on and off ever since I was 4 yrs old. My love for these massive four-legged creatures was fostered primarily by my mother whose family had at one time, though not in my life-time, bred palamino Quarter Horses. Palamino is the colouring, a golden coat with a white mane and tail, and QH is the breed. I myself own a Thoroughbred and an Appaloosa. My TB is a black mare, and when I say black, she does fade during the summer if I let her out during the day but in the winter when her true colour shows she is jet black from head to toe with not one marking on her. She was foaled Feb. 20, 2006 and she was my first horse. My Appy is a beautiful chestnut gelding with only a white arrowhead onn his forehead and a white smudge on his nose, and because he is technically half QH, he has no blanket to speak of. He was foaled March 15, 2000 and has become my competition animal seeing as my mare is not old enough nor trained enough to be capable of what I like to compete in.
Now for my experience, though the only official lessons I can speak of are two weeks of pony camp while I was 12 and a handful of lessons I have taken to prep myself for competition, given by my stable manager Stacey, I am actually far more knowledgeable than most people expect. There are holes in my education, but I only ever have to be told something once, especially about a subject matter I enjoy, and it's stuck in my brain forever. That being said, last summer was my first foray into the world of horse competition. I will admit that next summer it will take all my force of will not to kill someone if I coninue into english competition, seeing as I rather enjoy doing hunter and jumper, and I do equitation and pleasure to round it out. But my one calling I will not give up because it's just too much fun is barrel racing. Yes, i just said barrel racing. Quite the conundrum for those people who might have the prim and proper image of a classic english rider in their heads. Sadly, it's the only way to keep my horse's head occupied aswell. Forest, my appy, is a peculiar horse, especially for a gelding. His bloodlines, for those of you reading who know a bit about QHs, include Impressive. And he's only 4th generation away. So he's a little wonky in the head (and yes he did come up negative.) But he also has a very short attention span. So to diffuse his frustration, we run around barrels. Admittedly he has trained in Western Pleasure and Reining, so he really is a western horse, but he seems to have the oddest philosophy when it comes to jumps; if he's not going over it, he's going through it! An excellent attitude for jumper and even for hunter when he slows down! So that's my gelding in a nutshell.
Now my mare is another story all together. She is the sweetest, cuddliest, most trusting animal I ever had the opportunity to meet, but i swear on my life she is bi-polar or something! Sadie, my TB, is a horse I saved from the track at Woodbine, but her training was significantly more lacking than the original owner inferred. Of course, I had gotten her for free so really I couldn't have cared. but it does mean that I have put a lot of work into her, but at only four years old she is very calm not only for her age, but also for her breed. I could never give her up, but every animal has a price, sad as it is to say. Though I do have big plans for her. I'm hoping that she stands at pony height, and I'll train her to be a hunter pony and if I have the money down the road when she's 7, I'll breed her to my stable manager's stud, SS Windallore, a pure hanovarian, and have the baby registered as a sport horse and train it myself to compete hunter/jumper also. The beauty is that the stud is a black aswell, so the baby could turn out just stunning! But I also hope that Sadie will achieve the goals I have set for her. She's smart and she learns incredibly quickly for a TB.Even Stacey was shocked when she started to use my mare as a lesson horse for more advanced students who needed a challenge from the regular school horses.
I addition to my horses though, I do own a small menagerie at home. I have three cats; Marvin, Shadow, and CowBelle, and a small corn snake, Ollie. I find it totally necessary to have animals at home to keep me company, because even if they don't talk, they are the best kind of company!
TTFN,
Lady Sadie
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