Tuesday, May 15, 2007
McCarthy is gay. Literally.
Joesph McCarthy was gay. Of course I picked him for my project after my teacher told me tooo. At the time I had no clue who he was. Now what the hell do you think is going to be in my power point? Of course theres going to be rainbows, and flaming hot pink and everything else I can think up that is gay. Its a fact. I thrive on making fun of people who put themselves out in public eye that might try to conceal something like that....
Monday, May 14, 2007
Don't get mad. Get glad.
So on the back of a glad garbage bag box there are instructions on how to close the trash bag then take it out of the trash can and throw it out. Why don't they have instructions on how to open the bag and place it in the trash can? They really should fix that. Preferably to take off the instructions... I think it came about cause they needed some good looking design for the box.... I'm not positive but how do you sue for a garbage bag not coming out of the trash can right? I mean thats the only reason I've seen for stupid instructions... God this world is sad...
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Life & Strawberries
The round heart shape of the strawberry with green leaves gracing the sides makes me smile. A box of strawberries represents spring, which in turn represents life. And life to me is the happiest thing in this world. Life is my dog, my horse, and especially my pony. My dog lives life in innocences, my horse lives life in acceptances, and my pony lives life! No matter what it throws at him, he lives. My role models of life and happiness. They're strawberries.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
Musk Rats.....
So the jack russles got a musk rat today. This was the second time I've had a live, wild, never been near humans in its whole life animal lay at my feet waiting as I beat those damn dogs off of it with a riding crop... It was amazing. This tiny, musk rat beat up 5 jack russles. These are good rat, groundhog, and even coon, jack russles. I mean if two of them can take one a coon pretty well five of them should definately be able to kill anything else that comes in they're way, but this tiny musk rat didn't get a hurt at all. It was missing a couple of patches of fur. Thats it! And beleive me I was rather close cause at one point I was squating down next to it. I could have easily pet it if I had wanted to. The Jack russles had actually gotten beaten up. Ber ber is the worst of all. She has a gash on the back of her leg and her face is all cut up. Luckily there were no puncture wounds.
Friday, May 11, 2007
Passion
Green and brown of life surrounds us on all sides. I hang half out of the saddle as I dodge and slip around the treacherous leaves reaching to slather their itching rash oil onto my skin. I slide back into my saddle never loosing balance as my horse carefully trots down the path slipping past twigs and branches as water flows around a rock in a stream. The end is not of thought, nor is the begining, because this is just about us. We are one and yet two. We are a team once again. THIS is my passion. There is no other word for it. My passion. To ride. Not the little steps and dances that competions ask of us. There is no agility to those. Cross country in the hrose world is nice manicured tracks with brush jumps and ramps. It is not true cross country. It is not the pony express. Its not a boy riding fast as the wind to get to his mother's side. It is not the tale of a knight riding his one true companion to be by his lady's side long hard war. I want to be put through real tests. I don't want to ride for endurance. I want to come upon obsticals and jump them as if I were jumping the moon. I want to push my talent to its limit! I want to show the world what a horse really can do.
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Waiting
Waiting paitently beside the phone,
Your call would be the one,
That I long for,
Thus tormenting myself so...
Just to hear your sweet voice again.
Just to know,
I would again feel your sweet body,
And kiss your sweet lips,
Thus feeling your sweet love,
Once a'more...
To know I was your's
And belong to some one,
Because then I knew,
Some one wanted me.
Knowing some cared about me.
I might work with this later... I have no clue though. Ha Haa... I worked on it some more actually...
Your call would be the one,
That I long for,
Thus tormenting myself so...
Just to hear your sweet voice again.
Just to know,
I would again feel your sweet body,
And kiss your sweet lips,
Thus feeling your sweet love,
Once a'more...
To know I was your's
And belong to some one,
Because then I knew,
Some one wanted me.
Knowing some cared about me.
I might work with this later... I have no clue though. Ha Haa... I worked on it some more actually...
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
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