Beverly Freakin Lewis People....and Being REALLY Wet!

Weekend at the ROLEX Kentucky 4-Star Event -- Lets just say -- AMAZING! Even for you non-horsey people think INCREDIBLE! A future blog will give those details..but before I fill you in on the excitement of the ROLEX, let me fill you in on Thursday ... A day that began so incredibly exhausting. It was exhausting because of the mere few hours of sleep I managed to put in after driving to Cincinnati and back and the roommate feeling playful and jumping/tickling me, kinda like foreplay for friends. (Bitch wouldn't let me go to sleep....I'll get her back!)

So, few hours of sleep. Then -- Driving more at 6am (Maintaining sanity by way for Sour Neon Gummy Worms). Followed by -- WINSTAR FARMS and KEENELAND! Yay for big dollar farms and thoroughbred horses....

Winstar farms is new (only about 6 years old), but houses MILLIONS of dollars worth of thoroughbred horses. We got to meet the full-sister to Funny Cide, 2 years ago he won the Kentucky Derby and Preakness (simple terms -- BIG RACES! HUGE Money!) She had the most adorable baby! (Side note -- It doesn't matter what we are talking about, we can say cute to any equid baby ever born! They are born with hair, run, buck, jump, kick, whinny, and they will never vomit on you or scream all night long -- they are the ultimate cuteness and worth my time. Not to mention we do not have to ever talk about what parent they look more like, we say things like "look at that stride" and "those knees are huge!") Lets also mention that none of those babies sitting around on that farm didn't already have a multi-hundred thousand dollar pricetag on their head.


We also visited their stallion barn where the "daddies" were kept. I would love being one of those sperm donors .... For a few years of racing you get the cushy life of having a stall that is immaculate enough to eat off of, premium care, and all the sex you can handle (Twice Daily for up to 20 weeks -- that is 280 sexual excapades people, probably more than I will ever see in a year! You would have to have sex once a day--every day--minus 80 days! That a freakin lot of fun times ya all!) Lucky SOB's! Not to mention these particular man whores get paid anywhere from $25,000 to $300,000 a single POP! That's one pricey penis!


Following our date with the man whores, their bitches, and their bastard children we were off and rolling to Keeneland -- the race track and sales pavillion of the stars. I have not had the chance to visit Keeneland prior to our visit, I had only been to the historic Churchill Downs....which is awesome, but when you walk into the track at the big K, close enough to touch the horses, smell the sweat, and feel the new poly-track hit you in the face --- AWESOME! We came, we saw, we bet--LOST, and had an amazing time...that got better.

We got some really old security guard to be kind and let us sweet and innocent college kids into the sales pavillion for a simple tour. The Keeneland sales bring over 6 thousand head of thoroughbred horses to sale and brings MILLIONS of dollars of revenue. Everyone trying to purchase the next Derby, Breeder's Cup, or Champion racehorse for the future! We walked into the prestigious sales ring surrounded by dimmed mood lighting and a feel of wealth -- it took your breath away with its' beauty! And then there were the chairs -- each with a fancy label for an owner, trainer, or breeder name whom graced that particular seat, and in front of me there it was -- BEVERLY LEWIS, the famous owner of Silver Charm, my grey hero and Derby Pick years ago! A ROCKTAR in the horse racing world -- Truly! And I -- totally sat in the chair that Beverly Lewis sits in! Our asses were one -- in thought! AMAZING!


And then the tour went outside the feeling of wealth and into the barns that housed the multi-million dollar horses. And, the further I ventured away from the large and detailed Murray State Van on this tour, mother nature overturned a LARGE keg of water and pelted us from every angle! Now we were soaking wet, famished, smiling, drowned rats! Either way, it was freaking AMAZING!

That is so HOT!

Yep, you heard it...my new head of hair is now officially HOT! According to my rather attractive fellow resident (Pre-Med too ... thats college lingo meaning he is totally edible!)

I never thought I would do it, but I popped my highlighting cherry and am no longer a virgin! My beloved red hair is gone...vanished. The dark brown but "rich" brown color is back and now highlighted to all hotness in tones of copper and caramel. It just sounds yummy doesn't it!

My hairdresser, a truly amazing young woman whom I love to gossip with put the idea in my head, gave me a very "punkish" look, and topped it off with an amazing set of highlights. Not only do I like it, but I am totally digging all the compliments. I am a new woman and feeling pretty girlie at the moment. This transformation is almost scary!

Dear...

Dear Big, Bright, Bold, and Incredibly Hot Sunshine,

I realize that I am a pasty person -- OK REALLY PASTY! But please spare me a little when I am outside. I love being filled by your rays of Vitamin D and your warmth, but the redness you leave tingling on my skin is almost unbearable. Please just share the Vitamin D and NOT your UV. I would appreciate it!

Love Me, The pasty RED human being here on earth.

Left Foot, Right Foot....and there was lotion too....

I must admit, my poor footsies got some well needed attention last night.

A set of manly hands, a bottle of raspberry or some other sweetly concocted lotion, and a LOT of time. There is nothing better than an amazing foot massage.

Last night, we had a foot party! My feet, the roomies feet, and even the roomies boyfriends feet -- they all got attention in some form. It was amazing! I do not mind sharing the roomies boyfriend when he comes over in the mood for some feet -- and lotion too! On top of the mass massaging and lotion that was going on -- I PAINTED my toenails. Um, this is me here -- the one who has never had a manicure, pedicure, or any of that other girlie stuff and I was in the mood to PAINT my toenails. They are very cute by the way! I must be loosing my mind.

There is just something about me and feet... They found special attention when I was a teen and I have been into feet ever since. A fetish I guess....

Yesterday at work we were talking fetishes. By definition a fetish is...

1. An object that is believed to have magical or spiritual powers, especially such an object associated with animistic or shamanistic religious practices.
2. An object of unreasonably excessive attention or reverence: made a fetish of punctuality.
3. Something, such as a material object or a nonsexual part of the body, that arouses sexual desire and may become necessary for sexual gratification.
4. An abnormally obsessive preoccupation or attachment; a fixation.

I always used to think of myself as having a foot fetish, trust me -- feet are just truly amazing. However, I am pretty sure I would not disrupt my daily activities just to play with feet. I am much to dedicated to my work to do something like that. Not the mention the fact that sex with a foot does not even sound even remotely like fun. So I guess my fetish is a bit more like an infatuation.

Maybe if they were endangered nuts..

What rednecks and I converse about.....

Me: What happened to your truck?
G: I hit a tree
Me: Damn Trees!
G: Yeah, fucker came outa nowhere
Me: You've been working on that darn truck for a while now
G: Yeah, trees don't have insurance
Me: You sure you can't make the tree pay for it
G: Yeah, it might give me a few nuts of something but they aren't worth too much
Me: Hmm...thats for sure
G: Maybe if they were endangered nuts, then I could sell em' for a lot.
Me: LOL, endangered nuts - if we find any of those I want half the profit!

The random humor of men, hilarious!

Your on phone watch today.....

Awake, Work, Gym ... still a long day to go.

The roomie -- awake, napping, awake -- yay! Now I can converse again! No more silence and tip-toeing around. News of note - Sanjaya is finally gone! It is pretty bad when a bad singer makes the news of note -- Really!

The roomie finally awoke and we made dinner plans and mapped out our busy afternoons, while preparing for the shower I had a new job bestowed upon me -- Phone Duty. Not mine -- hers.

C: You are offically on phone duty
Me: Um, ok.
C: If this lady calls me, answer it and get me out of the shower.
Me: (Thinking...) That could be interesting.
C: It will be a 314 number, I mean it!

Apparently this mystery woman holds a internship of great importance and I am now the answering service. The answering service that will politely say hello, you have reached Ms. G's answering service can you please hold. The getting the roomie out of the shower all wet and disheveled could be interesting too -- Ms. G, your call you were awaiting is on the line. (I am not sure I can imagine the smile I could hold while conversing all wet and soaped up ... dripping ... to an apparent important person and sounding professional .. but, OK).

Actually as I write this, this may not be a special duty at all. It may even qualify for a "dirty job." Just another dirty job I, the roomie, get to partake in. I feel so blessed!

Bump and Grind...

This being single thing is playing out well...

Today the girls and I were talking about being young and in a "relationship", jealous men, and going through the whore stage in our lives.

There is much to be said about being young and finding the "right" guy too soon. There is so much a young woman misses out on. Being one of those women (newly released) and in a similar situation, I knew exactly what I missed out on. I missed out on being able to make out, snuggle up with, and sleep overs with random men -- a past time enjoyed by many-a-single women. I missed out on making a multitude of new friends and being fun versus "mommy" like and adult. I also missed out on dirty dancing, drunken parties, and other naughty acts....not to mention my very own whore stage. As one of those women hung on to by an insecure man, my life was very plain, boring, and bland.

This week at work, I relived the feeling of being close to a man by way of booty grinding. While it was not emotional in any way (we were working--hard--kinda...), it felt so good to really feel like a woman again. Needed, hot, and all woman with a plentiful rear end for grinding upon. (Thanks Mom!)

Us girls, such variety (engaged, relationship, single...), got to talking about being young, expiriencing the world, and appeasing ourselves and the men we surrounded our life with. One is in a relationship with a jealous man, the other engaged and soon to married to the man of her dreams, and me -- newly single and happy! -- the engaged one and I were chatting about missing out on our whore stage. The other divulged tidbits into hers -- I now have a number count to catch up to her -- the summer should be fun! I am way behind!!

So, I am 24 and ready to for a do-over into my youth. I want to date -- ALOT. I want to laugh and giggle and partake in new activities. I want sex -- not just ok sex, I want AMAZING sex (maybe even without having to be serious...no strings...Perfect!)!

So today upon being bumped and grinded and remininced into the life I missed out on a new chance has arrived -- HERE I COME!

The Hair Down There...

To those of you who do not embrace Dr. Gregory House (actor Hugh Laurie) of the television show House, you have no idea what you are missing. The arrogant, self righteous, pompous ass of a man leaves no rock unturned on his creative medical mysteries show. This week, one question from the good doctor to a six year old girl at daycare has me laughing hysterically....

House: "Do You have hair on your special place?

Of course the show dealt with your girls and boys expiriencing premature puberty -- but still, I couldn't help but laugh. Of course the little girl took off running and screaming for the daycare advisor -- tables turned, if he asked me that at 24 years of age I would have stood -- frozen, contemplating a rude and snide remark to send right back at him.

Just telling you all --- Tune In! It is totally worth it!

And he graced the cover.....

The finer points of my screaming children, naughty ponies, and beer drinking weekend came in the form of publication. Well, not a finer moment, more like a brought tears to my eyes - feeling of great accomplishment moment.

No, I didn't model in a bikini (or parts of a bikini) for a Maxim Magazine photospread. (Although -- I think between the oils, heat, sand and photoshop that one day that could be a LOT of fun! -- Note to self, meet advanced photographer with photoshop)P.S. Can photoshop make you look tan?

My finer point this week was of course horsey related. My former pony, the $500 dollar replacement pony for my super pony graced the inside cover of the Pony of Americas breed brochure. My "diamond in the rough"--having a bad day--sit there in the middle of the arena and cry on the pony--trail riding bareback in the mountains--MY PONY graced the inside cover! And, while I was not the one riding him on the inside cover of the brochure (which is probably a good thing...), it was still him, looking HOT -- as he was, and with float and stretch--as he always had!

So that weekend, even if he is no longer my pony -- he has a special place in my heart and will remain my special "man" -- Forever!

Tragedy and Recollection....

University Students at Virginia Tech University morn the loss of fellow students.

Now reported by the Associate Press -- a death toll of 31 and 20 something more are wounded. The deadliest school shooting in history and a tragic loss.

From what we know at this point, a dormitory shooting at 7:15AM resulted in the loss of at least one, possibly 2 students. Hours later, a classroom in a science and engineering building was taken hostage and mass fatalities ensued.

Wrong Place -- Wrong Time -- Not Even! Your in school, exactly where your schedule says you are supposed to be. How can any of these events be the luck of the day -- these events had nothing to do with luck, karma, or just plain wrong place/wrong time, it was all hindsight.

We like to think that as long as we do everything by the book, nothing bad will ever happen to us. This seems so false to me and plays up to the live life to the fullest statement. Why settle for being unhappy when you deserve happiness? Why settle for half-way when you deserve the have the whole kit-kabob? Let me just fill you in -- I deserve everything I desire and I will work hard to get it! I do not need someone else to supply my happiness or fulfillment.

Next note: After this past weekend and the happenings of late, I have only solidified my belief that to bring a child into this madness would really be an injustice to the child.

Ultimately: The world is destroying itself -- Really, PEOPLE (MANKIND)is destroying the world -- even if it is only one body at a time, and while this is sad and so very not uplifting, I truly think there is a cold hard truth behind it.

A whole lotta....

The all expense paid "business" trip was definitely educational. Not only, did these kids get a chance to learn from my "professional" self, but I got an education in...well lots! Below is my list of what I got a whole lotta of....

Humble -- that is definitely the word for it. I got humbled when crazy parents are sure they know best. They know so well that they send out their young daughter on a two year old horse in a bosal -- non horsey people -- think riding horseback bridleless, or driving a car with the brakelines cut! That was about the equivalent of that expirience, not to mention this particular horse was ready to kill any who touched, squeezed, or clucked any section of her body and followed it up with a swift kick of her steel laden hoof. (Think -- BITCH...)

Improv -- Definitely! I received the directions for the facility and my schedule for the weekend exactly 12 hours before I was set to get in the car and drive the 3 hours for a horse camp. A glance at my busy schedule (6am-11pm --Oh My God! Not even I leep hours like that anymore!) revealed that I had 4 "workshops" at an hour a piece over the 3 day period where I was told to "pull something out of my head." I was heading to a strange place, unknowing of who, how many, and what level my "advanced" riding class really was....what do I talk about for 4 hours of open time? Improv....definitely improv! I found that I am not the most exciting improv lecturer ever, but my group had a good time. Especially when showmanship came around -- so my forte'!

Kids -- once again, this weekend definitely solidified my desire against having children of my own. I got my handful of estranged parents, spoiled kids, rude kids, and just plain craziness revolving around kids! I + KIDS = NOT HAPPENING!

Naughty Ponies -- Oh, I got my fill of naughty ponies! Naughty ponies that kick, bite, unrelentless, unbroke, crippled, and malnourished! Oh, even after this weekend I appreciated my own naughty pony so very much!

Beer -- Trust me, by the end of the very long day, my partner and I in crime sought beer -- cold, smooth, relaxing, and foamy beer! Thank god for big towns, wet cities, and cold beer! The first evening we found a liquor store packing a good punch before we even checked into our room, and the beer was in the first load inside. (Not to mention the 3 smoking hot and overly friendly clerks whom I would have gladly taken in at our comfy hotel....)

Hampton Inn -- Can I just include that our stay there made every other hotel I have stayed at seem no star rated! The beds were cozy, the breakfast was amazing, I slept GREAT -- I am sure the beer helped! There were however these very estranged black and white photos everywhere that were kinda disturbing in a we are in kentucky-attemp to feel midwest feeling.....

Overall the weekend provided a whole lotta chaos, kids, horses, and beer.....

The "Business" Trip Weekend....

When I got a call last weekend about helping to teach a 4-H horse camp in Bowling Green last week, I was kinda intrigued. As a graduated 4-Her myself, I thought how fun! Kids from all over the state can register, bring their own horse, and get help in their respectable fields to prepare them for the show season ahead -- not to mention it is like a big slumber party with KARAOKE on Saturday night!

We never had anything like that when I was in 4-H, let me tell ya! You worked at home, went to the shows, went to state if you were lucky (that was our party -- no Party like the Illinois State Fair!), and then the year was over! Done! Finito!

I received the schedule for this "business" trip yesterday, and let me tell you -- it looks like boot camp for equestrians! Everyone is up at 6am and to bed at 11pm -- not even I keep hours like that anymore! This trip is seeming more business-like every moment -- not to mention the classroom sessions that I have "pull something out of my head." (Ummm-- how does one prepare for that when you have no idea who is going to be there? -- FOUR of these classroom sessions people -- FOUR!!)

The fun part -- think all expense paid, staying in the ritz, and late night sitting at the bar with my good friends sipping on a beer! Although it may be a long weekend, boring it will be not!

Conversations that make you giggle....

As my roomie and I laid in our own consecutive beds last night, we couldn't seem to fall asleep, our conversation kept right on going into the ridiculous hours of the evening and the conversation got downright funny...

C: you know, when I twitch my eyes just right I can totally see the time on my clock
Me: That usually means your eyesight is getting bad. Time to get them checked..
C: Well, even without my contacts in I can see the time...
Me: It's called "squinting" -- that is what blind people do to see (giggling profusely)
C: Even if I just touch my eye just right I can see the time, really!
Me: Now your just being dumb!

I almost dared to ask her if she could do it with just one eye -- but then we never would have gotten to sleep!

I do believe sleep followed this absurdity!

Note to self, if squinting with contacts in and I can see -- Call C! It will be a miracle!

Tinted Windows -- An Educational Conspiracy!

There is this worldwide craze these days for tinted windows. The feeling of more personal space, individuality, just not wanting people to see you, or the scandal behind trying to figure out what you (or someone else) are doing behind those windows! (I have often thought about those scandals.....anyone game?)

The window tinting may be cool in your car, and I can see where they may have a function in a building -- but sitting in this big building when you would rather be doing something fun -- tinted windows kill the enthusiasm.

Ok, so it is a library, and YES, this is the last place I want to be. But to look out those tinted windows makes you feel like a storm is brewing and you should be happy be inside these safe walls -- ITS A CONSPIRACY! To make you study and do your homework! Really, it makes you feel ICKY!

Note to self -- never tint windows in my house, but the car/truck -- totally DO-ABLE!

Dear....

Dear People Sitting next to and Across from me in the library....

I realize I do not frequent the library often (Ok, NEVER!), but please could you SHUT UP! It is not every day I have a test to study for and your voices may drive me to do you bodily harm.

Greatly Appreciated,

Me

You Scream Like a Girl....

Weekend trips home for Easter should be relaxing! A time to reminince, sleep in, enjoy all of the wondrous things you have in life....my Easter was everything but relaxing -- however, thoroughly FUN!

I spent the entire weekend on the road. Driving home, driving here, there, and everywhere, then back to school again. I was not alone however, and the company made the trip all the more worthwhile! We gossiped, gaggled, giggled, and realized similarities between all of us! The trip went fast!

I arrived home at just the right time, 11PM to be exact -- POKER Time! With our grand ole' poker table of 7 we jumped right in and I Sucked miserably, but my friends were always ready to buy me back in (would have been great if it was real money!) We played til the wee hours of the morning and finally to be we went for a few hours before we were back on the road again.

Saturday was spent driving, horse shopping, and horse riding! It was frigid cold up north, but the long truck rides warmed us up and we were ready to go again. My friend bought a horse that morning. She officially joined the "yella-miner group." We left B at home to do male bonding with Dad, as all us chicks headed further up north for a group lesson with the horse trainer. My pony has a "I am not going to ride anymore, I am done and not moving an inch!" problem. Therefore, she began "boot camp" last week up there. We rode, talked and then I brought on a smart ass comment that got me in trouble!

We were chit chatting away.....

T: "Do your legs hurt yet?"
Me: "Hell No, I have been riding jumpers, this is nothing!"
T: "Ok, ask her to pivot and canter off"

I just happened to do so, when the bitch came out and said "I am done and I am not moving an inch" in her own naughty teenager lanuage. That was fine, she was lucky I didn't have on my big ole' spurs! So I fought and fought with the blonde bitch from hell.....still not getting anywhere, T came up behind me and said "grab the saddle horn and sit up." (Now let me tell you, when the trainer walks up behind you with a big whip and says grab on to the saddle horn -- a SMILE is the last thing that will ever cross your face -- lets say stark white with fear!)

Crack! He took that big old whip and cracked my mare a good one, hoping to get her to move forward. I got just the opposite however, the front feet set in, the hind end went straight up in the in a machine gun motion (one round right after another, my sunglasses purged my head and landed in the sand unwounded, and I screamed, or laughed, or something -- and I was sure I peed my pants.

T: "You scream like a girl!" (WHACK -- cracked the mare again!)
Me: "I am a girl! (Now giggling as my mare flies around the arena)

All in all, we worked some more and the mare was good. I did not pee my pants and could now giggle about the entire situation. I kept asking what went higher my ass or hers, but no one seemed to catch that.

We arrived back home that evening late and tired! The driving was starting to catch up with us. We gossiped with the boys about their manly bonding day and we all went to bed. That morning we were up early and had breakfast with the parents before hitting the local tack store and heading back home.

Today, I am still glad we went, but now dreading the 2 exams I have today that I could have been studying for! Ooops, Next time -- I will still go home!

Yep, I am that cheating whore....

As a newly single woman after a long time of complicated, the overwhelming feeling of freedom is amazing. Really -- It is!

I stand taller!
I smile wider!
I am so much more confident!
I finally feel pretty!

I was explaining the complicated situation to one of my colleagues the other day and we stumbled upon a very unique version of why I must be sleeping with someone else to have dumped him....

We think there is this complex that men have. Apparently the fact that we would "dump" them and not have someone else is mind is just a big fat lie! Why would we dump them for NO reason at all - We must be sleeping with someone else! There must be this simplicity in their minds that reads "Hello Ladies, I am perfect and you should never want to leave me -- but if you do, it is obviously because you are a cheating whore!" (Even I think this is funny - LOL!)

Sorry, I cannot help laughing at myself here! Does this just sound absurd to anyne else. Is it too hard to cope with that fact that, yes, at one time I was happy and this was working -- but now, not so much -- Sorry about your luck! So I guess if it makes you feel better, I am that cheating whore today -- Because this is so OVER!

Lifeless Threats and Strange Reactions ...

The nice sunny weather took a turn for the worse last afternoon as wind gathered and the rain began beating down. I wasn't going to let it stop me though!

I went to work and while I saw the weatherman had lied again about rain at 3pm, I headed to the barn to ride the pony. Wind wasn't a factor for us, neither was rain -- we are a tough duo! Following a pretty good ride, I headed back up to the barn to clean stalls, feed the pony, and head home to find me dinner. Upon cleaning my stall, I began to hear screaming and shouting, cars were rolling through the gravel driveways at warp speed, and I personally was told to evacuate the barn a tornado was coming.

I have lived in tornado alley all my life. I live in a house once where 3 tornados came right down our street. I remember the weather, the sounds, and exactly how that played out. This was not it! I also am not the kind of woman who FREAKS out over little things. Yes it was windy. Yes, it was kinda raining. NO -- there was not a tornado.

These people pulled people off of their horses and threw them in the back of a truck -- hightailing it to the safest point. People dropped their wheelbarrows full of shit in the driveway and ran, horses stood tacked up in alleyways all alone....
People were PLUM CRAZY!

I am not stupid people! I had the radio on, and let me tell you -- The day my colleagues know that a tornado is coming before the radio station will be the day pigs fly. 15 minutes after their warning the radio finally hinted that a tornado was spotted 30 miles away! Still not a big threat. I finished cleaning my horses stall (I even got him some cushy new bedding so he could sleep more comfy), fed him his dinner, got him some fresh water, and gave him an apple and talked to him for a few minues. Because life as we know it was coming to and end don't cha know!

Anyways, I headed back to the dorm to hear even more about tornados from 500 more people! I am about ready to injure those dumb blonds that are freaking out -- so I took a nice hot shower. (I guess I should be clean before the world comes to an end!)

Furthermore,
There was NO tornado!
SIRENS never went off!
I know my PONY slept well and enjoyed his dinner!
I know I slept well and enjoyed my dinner!
I sure hope those crazy people at the barn pick up their shit!
I sure hope the dumb blondes freaking out don't get an ulcer!

Vengence from the Bathroom....

Oh, yeah! The bathroom reared its' ugly head yesterday and claimed war on all 4 of us girls!

1. The Roommates and Ourselves (ourselves meaning rarely) seem to have this problem shutting the shower curtain all the way when showering. The water (which has GREAT pressure) seeps down and creates a pool on our rug. The kind you step on and feel like you just stepped into marshy water and the water seeps around your feel making a pool....

2. The Stench -- No one seem to understand that our bathroom area is the size of a VERY small closet. Oh, and the fan only works when the light is on, and still not very well. So people take long hot showers and create all this moisture THEN they shut the DOOR!-- hello, can we say sauna, mold, and ick!

3. Not sure if you read previous posts, but the bathroom door has totally lost its' squeak! I LOVED that squeak - Someone has declared war!

Ok, so last night, my roommate opened the bathroom door and this AWFUL stench dragged into the entire room. OMG -- it was horrendous! The bathroom rug -- SOAKING WET! Dripping all over kinda wet (People really are DUMB!).

The roomie and I laughing, in our underwear ready for bed, kicked it into this bathroom needs help! We totally removed the rug! (Secretly hoping maybe the suitemates will fall on the watered down floor they leave and crack themselves a good one!) We are still debating if the rug will ever return. Then we rigged up a fan in the bathroom and left the bathroom door to our room open. We then killed the air conditioning and opened the windows....

The bathroom raged its' war all evening, but come morning when I took my shower -- no stench or stagnant smell, no humidity, and no RUG! The bathroom was happy once again! Now, we will see how long this one lasts!

Girl Talk, Gossip, and Getting Felt Up...

I will remind you all once again that I am NOT a girlie girl! I still hate to shop, I still live in jeans and a t-shirt, and would much rather go to the lake or look at elk and bison (like we all did yesterday) than go to a play or a concert. It is just me!

However, my roommate and I have entered this very girlie like relationship where we are bonding like no other girlie relationship I have ever had. (Not like lesbian really, more like best friends). Last night we had girl talk, felt up on each others legs, and gossiped like catty girls in high school. (Following our OH MY GOD our bathroom reeks cleaning session -- so another post ---)

It struck me as kinda wierd -- seeing as I always had guy friends all over and girls were just strange to me. You know, those girls that sit there and gossip about whose boyfriend is hotter, and where they were getting their new spring wardrobe, and plastic surgery would fix this and that....etc! Never could sympampathize with that group. But lately, there is something different about this unseemingly normal roommate I have.

Is this age?? Not sure, but scary! Our chatty conversation kept us up way too late -- but was so much fun! I look forward to more!

Run Away -- Look Out!

For all horsepeople, it is an undeniable fact that everyone should know how to stop a runaway horse before one ever climbs into a saddle, let alone a show ring.

This weekend, our University hosted a Quater Horse Show over the weekend that I sadly worked and could not participate (My horse is at BOOT CAMP!!! -- AKA -- Trainers).

Anyway, needless to say that some parent probably spent thousands of dollars on a young horse for their daughter. Upon entering the class it was somewhat controlled and just got worse as the Youth Western Pleasure class continued. Upon calling for a canter the bay thing who was actually kinda cute, threw up his head and took off like a rocket around the ring, surrounded by 10 other youth kids on their BIG quarter horses ages 10-18. I have never seen parents run so fast towards their kids, and this rider on the runaway hang on for 4 extremly scary laps and never pull on one rein to execute a one rein stop.

SCARY -- Yes!
Not the Brightest Idea -- Yes!
Did she come off -- Deservedly so!
Injured -- Just a few stiches!
Learn A Lesson -- I sure hope so!

Steel Balls -- Came, Stood Solid, and Emerged Victorious!

In my previous posts I managed to fill you all in my ever unsteady long term relationship that has been long over, yet unrelentlessly not over.

I am happy to announce that the steel balls I was figuratively growing on my way to real LIFE emerged, stood their ground, and did emerge victorious. While I cannot say that this was easy, it is finally -- FINAL.

The comic side of the hour and half civil conversation....I tried all I could to be courteous, understanding, and nice during the entire conversation and not blame him or say anything too crude, but he dropped in tidbits like "well I was kinda seeing this girl, you saw her picture..." all this of course after verifying that I wasn't sleeping with someone else. Um, hello, do you really think I give a shit? Good for you! I was being totally nice in keeping my personal and relationship status to myself -- in reality that would be crude to explain about my feelings toward other men and is no longer important to our relationship.

Apparently the time apart has me much further past the emotional clingyness than he is. While I feel for his pain, his comic tidbits (at least comic to me...)brought on no pain or jealousy, actually I was pretty happy he had met someone. The strings binding me to him were not as strong now as they used to be, and emotionally I was totally ready to let this one go.

Overall, the hour and a half conversation was funny, literate, friendly at times, free of yelling and blame, and ultimately over! I finally feel like a real woman again -- and complete! I look forward to getting the new me back to a sane lifestyle and furthering myself in every way! A huge bundle has been lifted from my shoulders and walking tall never felt so good!