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Did you miss me? ...
You better have.
I don't really feel like talking about New England a lot. So, I won't say much. There really isn't much to say in all truthfulness. It wasn't a bad show or anything, I got Third overall in Training Level and in First level. Not that that's bad; it's actually really good for the regional level. I'm certainly not complaining about that or my scores or anything. Not to mention this year was also a fuckload better than last year at New England. It's just frusterating because I could have done a hell of a lot better if Tucker's leg hadn't been hurting him. My canter's to the left were getting 3's, 4's and 5's while the rest was consistent 7's and 8's. But, a horse show wouldn't be a true horse show without a dilema. I really can't complain, the rest of my season so far has been better than I ever imagined. That's all I'll leave it at cause I'm tired of talking about it. I'm just gonna have to shoot for the Regional Championship next year. Moving on, Tucker went back to Rochester (now Myhre Equine Clinic) yesterday. He was all by himself on the ride up (Brady took him because Erin had camp) and I felt bad because he hates being alone. He didn't even get to eat lunch. I longed him for the vet in both directions, he had flexion tests done, got new shoes, was tranqued, x-rayed, tranqued again, and injected with Legend and Cortezone. He has degenerative joint disease. (Not as bad as it sounds, really). So he's okay, honestly. He isn't lame, or hurt.. or anything. The fluid injected into his hocks kicks in within a few days. He just needs to be maintained. I can start to ride him on Friday. Till then, its hand walking and hand walking only. The vets gave me bute (apple flavored, how nice) to give him before and after an extensive workout, so I'll be taking that to Mass with me (I can show). I'll keep using the Surpass Cream on his hocks, too. Hopefully it will help. And.. it's really not a big deal, so I'll stop talking about it.
Lately I've been working on my parents to let me get my nosed pierced. It's a new thing that I have.. don't ask. I get new things a lot, and this time I really really want it. Wanting a tatoo was a new thing that came about a while ago. Now it's an old thing that I won't let go of until I get it. My birthday being this Sunday and all.. I was hoping they'd give in with the nose. They're not budging though. My mom claims that it will make me look trashy. I took my aunt out for her birthday tonight at BoCa and Danielle and I were talking about it and how she want's hers done too. She said she'd take me, but.. I don't think it's gonna happen. Just gonna have to keep working on it. I can be manipulative, so give it a year or so and maybe I'll change their minds. It's funny.. they're letting me get a tatoo for my 16th, but getting my nose pierced is totally out of the question. Granted, I have to make honor roll in order for the tatoo deal to be offical. If I do convince my parents about my nose, there's probably going to be some other impossible catch. Something like.. creating universal peace and feeding every homeless person in the world before I'm allowed. Going back to dinner tonight tough, Danielle is currently in the process of making the volvo, or.. "The White Dragon" as it is affectionately called, really ill. She put a new sterio in and it has a screan with like.. dolphins jumping, and cars and stuff.. its cool, and loud, and I'm actually glad to accept it once she goes to college. Future plans incude .. pink head lights, a dragon emblem on the front of the hood, and purble shag carpets.
Wow its so late.. I should be in bed.
I haven't been sleeping well lately though. I need some of that Lunesta stuff with the big green butterfly that comes and helps people fall asleep. I want a big green computer-generated insect to come and visit me, and then automatically I'll be lulled into a peaceful slumber by its greenish, radiant glow. That would be so ill if you could just have that instead of taking the pill. Acually if you have trouble sleeping, counting sheep kind of does help. It doesn't really put you into a solid sleep, but it makes you go into that half-way stage where you're conscious but you can't open your eyes (how could you, you're too busy calculating sheep) It probably works especially well for me because of my love for sheep, so don't expect immediate results unless you too think that sheep are the shit. They're like.. the greatest, sweetest, most innocent and cute animals on the planet. You all should try counting them sometime.
I guess thats all I have to say. Except .. oh my god.
I forgot all about the trip in taking in February. We're going to Key West with Nema and Papa for their anniversary. Danielle and Auntie Di are coming too, but we have to go in an airplane and I'm already nervous about it. Why isn't everybody afraid of airplanes? I don't understand how somepeople arent phased. You're like 30,000 feet in the air, with somebody that you've never even met pretty much in control of your life. THATS FUCKING SCARY. I'm totally going to be .. in the fetal position curled up and staying as far away from the window as humanly possible. Knowing my luck I'll probably end up samwiched in between two morbidly obease people.
K I'm tired so .. bye.
You better have.
I don't really feel like talking about New England a lot. So, I won't say much. There really isn't much to say in all truthfulness. It wasn't a bad show or anything, I got Third overall in Training Level and in First level. Not that that's bad; it's actually really good for the regional level. I'm certainly not complaining about that or my scores or anything. Not to mention this year was also a fuckload better than last year at New England. It's just frusterating because I could have done a hell of a lot better if Tucker's leg hadn't been hurting him. My canter's to the left were getting 3's, 4's and 5's while the rest was consistent 7's and 8's. But, a horse show wouldn't be a true horse show without a dilema. I really can't complain, the rest of my season so far has been better than I ever imagined. That's all I'll leave it at cause I'm tired of talking about it. I'm just gonna have to shoot for the Regional Championship next year. Moving on, Tucker went back to Rochester (now Myhre Equine Clinic) yesterday. He was all by himself on the ride up (Brady took him because Erin had camp) and I felt bad because he hates being alone. He didn't even get to eat lunch. I longed him for the vet in both directions, he had flexion tests done, got new shoes, was tranqued, x-rayed, tranqued again, and injected with Legend and Cortezone. He has degenerative joint disease. (Not as bad as it sounds, really). So he's okay, honestly. He isn't lame, or hurt.. or anything. The fluid injected into his hocks kicks in within a few days. He just needs to be maintained. I can start to ride him on Friday. Till then, its hand walking and hand walking only. The vets gave me bute (apple flavored, how nice) to give him before and after an extensive workout, so I'll be taking that to Mass with me (I can show). I'll keep using the Surpass Cream on his hocks, too. Hopefully it will help. And.. it's really not a big deal, so I'll stop talking about it.
Lately I've been working on my parents to let me get my nosed pierced. It's a new thing that I have.. don't ask. I get new things a lot, and this time I really really want it. Wanting a tatoo was a new thing that came about a while ago. Now it's an old thing that I won't let go of until I get it. My birthday being this Sunday and all.. I was hoping they'd give in with the nose. They're not budging though. My mom claims that it will make me look trashy. I took my aunt out for her birthday tonight at BoCa and Danielle and I were talking about it and how she want's hers done too. She said she'd take me, but.. I don't think it's gonna happen. Just gonna have to keep working on it. I can be manipulative, so give it a year or so and maybe I'll change their minds. It's funny.. they're letting me get a tatoo for my 16th, but getting my nose pierced is totally out of the question. Granted, I have to make honor roll in order for the tatoo deal to be offical. If I do convince my parents about my nose, there's probably going to be some other impossible catch. Something like.. creating universal peace and feeding every homeless person in the world before I'm allowed. Going back to dinner tonight tough, Danielle is currently in the process of making the volvo, or.. "The White Dragon" as it is affectionately called, really ill. She put a new sterio in and it has a screan with like.. dolphins jumping, and cars and stuff.. its cool, and loud, and I'm actually glad to accept it once she goes to college. Future plans incude .. pink head lights, a dragon emblem on the front of the hood, and purble shag carpets.
Wow its so late.. I should be in bed.
I haven't been sleeping well lately though. I need some of that Lunesta stuff with the big green butterfly that comes and helps people fall asleep. I want a big green computer-generated insect to come and visit me, and then automatically I'll be lulled into a peaceful slumber by its greenish, radiant glow. That would be so ill if you could just have that instead of taking the pill. Acually if you have trouble sleeping, counting sheep kind of does help. It doesn't really put you into a solid sleep, but it makes you go into that half-way stage where you're conscious but you can't open your eyes (how could you, you're too busy calculating sheep) It probably works especially well for me because of my love for sheep, so don't expect immediate results unless you too think that sheep are the shit. They're like.. the greatest, sweetest, most innocent and cute animals on the planet. You all should try counting them sometime.
I guess thats all I have to say. Except .. oh my god.
I forgot all about the trip in taking in February. We're going to Key West with Nema and Papa for their anniversary. Danielle and Auntie Di are coming too, but we have to go in an airplane and I'm already nervous about it. Why isn't everybody afraid of airplanes? I don't understand how somepeople arent phased. You're like 30,000 feet in the air, with somebody that you've never even met pretty much in control of your life. THATS FUCKING SCARY. I'm totally going to be .. in the fetal position curled up and staying as far away from the window as humanly possible. Knowing my luck I'll probably end up samwiched in between two morbidly obease people.
K I'm tired so .. bye.