Random Thoughts

My head hurts, so I don't really want to get started on my day yet. It's already 12:30 and I haven't done much more than eat Eggo waffles and stare at the computer screen.

My horse is shedding, and I HATE it! She looks all scruffy and mangy now, and really, really old. She looks like an old nag, with bits of her coat missing in places and this long, dirty, old hair in others.

She's also getting super white! Already I can see the change in her neck and shoulders. I wonder what color she'll be this year? For the last several years she's been kind of this orange color, but this season she's looking kind of pink, like a strawberry roan.

Anyway, while wasting time this morning I watched some of the Octomom videos over on radar. I don't know why but I find her fascinating. She kind of reminds me of a one of my friends with the way she talks and the way she looks. I know her face is totally fake and full of plastic, but she really reminds me of a friend I had in junior high. Same kind of laugh, same way of talking, same facial features, same propensity to twist situations to suit her... It's weird. It's like I'm watching my friend, not some strange crazy lady with far too many children.

I'm horrified and repulsed and disgusted and I can't look away!

What movie is that from? I know I heard it somewhere, but I can't remember where! A girl was saying it, I think, like that helps any.

I really should start cleaning the house, but every time I get up my head spins and I have to sit down again. Maybe I have that flu that everyone's talking about that has nothing to do with pigs. Doubt it though, probably just a hangover.

Why is it I never expect to get a hangover? Especially if I'm drinking some fru-fru drink with lots of sugar in it. Those always get to me, but yet I'm always suprised when I wake up feeling crappy. Like last night when I had a mojito that was far too sweet (but so good!) and a bunch of red wine. That'll do the trick.

Wine. Why is it that people who say they like wine know nothing about it and tend not to have the best taste in it? Probably b/c people in general have crappy taste, so why should wine be the exception?

Speaking of crappy taste, my taste in tack is pretty crappy. If it's teal, I want it. I love synthetic tack and I love teal sythetic tack. One of these days I should deck my horse out in all our shit and take pictures to horrify the tack purists out there. The 1/2 synthetic saddle with the bright red latigo, the turquoise saddle pad (they told me it was teal on the website, they lied), the turquoise rhythym beads, the beta Dr. Cook's bitless bridle, the cotton reins, the nylon breast collar...... Wow. I don't think I own a scrap of leather for my horse.

Aside from the brown dressage saddle and the brown leather bridle I've butchered to make a sidepull with a black rope nosepiece. Even tackier is my nylon vaquero bridle with the tassles. That's some pretty tacky shit there.

See, the thing is, I love things in fun colors. Leather does not come in fun colors. Leather, at least the leather worth buying, is also expensive. Tack that comes in fun colors tends to be cheap. How can a girl resist? It's a good thing that teal isn't a teribbly common color or I'd have to sell a kidney to pay for my tack habit.

Also, the horse I'm buying said tack for is old. She'll be 19 soon. So how long am I going to get to use all this shit before I can't ride her anymore? I have no idea. She's going strong now, and I am going to lighten up (literally) to make her job easier, but who knows? It could be 10 months, it could be 10 years. Well, regardless, I'm going to enjoy our tacky tack as long as possible.

Hopefully I can find another horse that all this tack fits to ride after Cherry is retired and/or dead. Honestly, I hope I can find another Cherry. A small, cute, intellegent, sound horse that will have plenty of spunk and personality without any dangerous habits or screws loose.

Cherry, while always a big fat grumpy bitch, has never had any desire to hurt me. She's never done anything truly dangerous. Unsettling, scary and unexpected yes, but not dangerous. She doesn't buck, has only reared twice in 10 years, doesn't bolt and doesn't try and scrape off her rider on the fence. She's been difficult to train, a handful, and rude, but never out to hurt anyone (expect that foolish goat who tried to eat her grain).

Heart of gold, a sensitive soul, really. Cherry, for all her posturing, is very sensitive. Once you break the facade of "Fuck you, I'm not listening!" she's a whole new horse. B/c of this she's usually bottom of the herd b/c the other horses figure out pretty quick that the dragon face is just a front, and when challenged she'll back off.

Wow. That was quite the verbal tidal wave there. Maybe I'll use some of the Cherry stuff when I finally get around to writing her former owner about her.