Boredy von Boredenstein
Are you ready for a really self-indulgent entry? I hope so, because I have absolutely nothing of worth in mind to share and am simply writing out of sheer, mind-numbing boredom. Get ready for pablum!
THINGS
First of all, I have stayed pretty busy lately. Busy enough to never find time to do things like laundry, anyway, which is a good and bad thing. Good in that it must mean I'm living a pretty action-packed life, bad in that clean clothes are less abundant. It's okay, I can keep buying new dresses, right?
Yeah, probably not a good idea, either. Balls. Must resolve to tackle Mt. Funkypants over the weekend (the summit of a small but treacherous mountain range in my closet).
Anyway, so the main events taking up my time lately? Horses and bikes. The horsiness seems to be occupying more of a background spot at present, though, due to scheduling conflicts on my part and general flakiness on Kathy's (the barn owner) part. Monday I actually took time off work because she told me she was impossibly shorthanded for the lesson at 4:00, so I went out there and was given a very casual, "Oh, we didn't end up needing you, I didn't realize [Random Other Helper Chick] was showing up. Gah! R.O.H.C. had been there a few hours, I think Kathy could have called me and saved me the trip and the needless usage of my off time. Anyway. (Update: I've just called her for the third time since yesterday to try and figure out what time she needs me at the barn so I could know instead of having it sprung on me last-minute like she's done in the past, and learned that she needs me out there to help with lessons at 9 am. And I'll need to give the other lesson-helper a lift, so that means leaving my place at like 8:15....Uffhgh. AND she actually sounded somewhat surprised that I couldn't drop everything once again this coming Monday and try to make the 4:00 lesson. Now, if she'd actually saved it for when she really needed me, I could be out there in a heartbeat. As it stands, though, I feel like I need to set some boundaries or I'll end up feeling like her beck and call girl. Know what I mean?) She's lucky I'm a nice person. Perhaps too nice. Anyway, I didn't quite mean for this to turn into Barn Rant '08: Amanda Is an Ungrateful Witch. Because, honestly, I do have a good thing going here; I mean, she lets me ride for free, and I get to be involved in some truly rewarding experiences, helping with the therapeutic riding and working with some neato people. It's just that sometimes the wishy-washiness of the whens and wheres gets old. Especially when I have been pretty accommodating so far, I think. So then why do I still feel a little guilty for not saying yes to 4:00 on Monday?? Grr!
I suppose I can ask her on Saturday if she really, reeeealllllly needs me for Monday.
Okay, well, I was going to write a bit about my recently renewed bike geekery (I have a 1977 Raleigh 3-speed, newly equipped with taillight, headlight, AND bell, and Nick and I have been riding all over creation...er, Ypsilanti and Ferndale), but I have gone on too long about barn drama to feel justified in doing so, and I'm about to leave work, so perhaps later, eh?
Everyone have a good weekend. That is an order, not a wish or request.
THINGS
First of all, I have stayed pretty busy lately. Busy enough to never find time to do things like laundry, anyway, which is a good and bad thing. Good in that it must mean I'm living a pretty action-packed life, bad in that clean clothes are less abundant. It's okay, I can keep buying new dresses, right?
Yeah, probably not a good idea, either. Balls. Must resolve to tackle Mt. Funkypants over the weekend (the summit of a small but treacherous mountain range in my closet).
Anyway, so the main events taking up my time lately? Horses and bikes. The horsiness seems to be occupying more of a background spot at present, though, due to scheduling conflicts on my part and general flakiness on Kathy's (the barn owner) part. Monday I actually took time off work because she told me she was impossibly shorthanded for the lesson at 4:00, so I went out there and was given a very casual, "Oh, we didn't end up needing you, I didn't realize [Random Other Helper Chick] was showing up. Gah! R.O.H.C. had been there a few hours, I think Kathy could have called me and saved me the trip and the needless usage of my off time. Anyway. (Update: I've just called her for the third time since yesterday to try and figure out what time she needs me at the barn so I could know instead of having it sprung on me last-minute like she's done in the past, and learned that she needs me out there to help with lessons at 9 am. And I'll need to give the other lesson-helper a lift, so that means leaving my place at like 8:15....Uffhgh. AND she actually sounded somewhat surprised that I couldn't drop everything once again this coming Monday and try to make the 4:00 lesson. Now, if she'd actually saved it for when she really needed me, I could be out there in a heartbeat. As it stands, though, I feel like I need to set some boundaries or I'll end up feeling like her beck and call girl. Know what I mean?) She's lucky I'm a nice person. Perhaps too nice. Anyway, I didn't quite mean for this to turn into Barn Rant '08: Amanda Is an Ungrateful Witch. Because, honestly, I do have a good thing going here; I mean, she lets me ride for free, and I get to be involved in some truly rewarding experiences, helping with the therapeutic riding and working with some neato people. It's just that sometimes the wishy-washiness of the whens and wheres gets old. Especially when I have been pretty accommodating so far, I think. So then why do I still feel a little guilty for not saying yes to 4:00 on Monday?? Grr!
I suppose I can ask her on Saturday if she really, reeeealllllly needs me for Monday.
Okay, well, I was going to write a bit about my recently renewed bike geekery (I have a 1977 Raleigh 3-speed, newly equipped with taillight, headlight, AND bell, and Nick and I have been riding all over creation...er, Ypsilanti and Ferndale), but I have gone on too long about barn drama to feel justified in doing so, and I'm about to leave work, so perhaps later, eh?
Everyone have a good weekend. That is an order, not a wish or request.