RAIN!

IT IS RAINING!!

They are just showers, and last night there were thunderstorms in the fire area, which is not good -- the wind and lightening more than counterbalance the bit of rain. But we are getting some MUCH needed RAIN.

HIP HIP HOORAY!

Now, if these showers will just continue, we'll all be happy. electricland tells me the forecast predicts 2-4 mm, which would be GREAT. We'll take what we can get!

Blame Electricland

FAIRY TALE

nce upon a time there has a young TRICK RIDER named VALENTINE. He was SOUNDLY GALLOPING in the EAGER forest when he met LARGE PATRICK, a run-away TRAINER from the FAST Queen PENELOPE.

VALENTINE could see that LARGE PATRICK was hungry so he reached into his SADDLE BAGS and give him his WET TRAIL MIX. LARGE PATRICK was thankful for VALENTINE's TRAIL MIX, so he told VALENTINE a very EMBITTERED story about Queen PENELOPE's daughter PERDITA. How her mother, the FAST Queen PENELOPE, kept her locked away in a STABLE protected by a gigantic HORSE, because PERDITA was so INCONSPICUOUS.

VALENTINE TROTTED. He vowed to LARGE PATRICK the TRAINER that he would save the INCONSPICUOUS PERDITA. He would SLEEP the HORSE, and take PERDITA far away from her eveil mother, the FAST Queen PENELOPE, and CANTER her.

Then, all of the sudden, there was a GRASSY FLOOD and LARGE PATRICK the TRAINER began to laugh. With a puff of smoke he turned into the gigantic HORSE from his story. FAST Queen PENELOPE SAT out from behind a SADDLE and struck VALENTINE dead. In the far off STABLE you could hear a WHINNY.

THE END.

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things we forget. . .

So, I forgot: it is NOT smart to read theory texts (even interesting ones on "How Still Images Make Meaning") while lying on your bed, on your stomach, propped up by a pillow. You WILL fall asleep. And the pillow WILL remain propped under your stomach, leaving your head in an unnatural position. WHen you wake up, your neck WILL hurt, and you WILL be disoriented, and wondering why you are wearing pants for the first time in weeks. it's been shorts weather, people! Get your minds out of the gutter!. And you WILL remember that you learned all of this as an undergrad. And then you WILL post to your LJ, and go back to work so that you can get the damn diss done! this last part is new, of course.

On another note: Bon Voyage thassalia Have fun in Wyoming!

Sexual Politics (of the equine persuasion)

So, I went out to get some fresh air and top up the horses' water. I notice that the three walkers are standing under a tree together in the shade, and that Beau, the sole boy, is resting his head on Joey's back. I think to myself "Aww, isn't that nice!", because Joey is usually pretty bitchy towards Beau -- she bites and kicks him if he gets within a country mile of her hay, so he usually gives her a WIDE berth. Now, they do hang out outside of meal time, but they are far from buddies. So I thought this was great.

Then Joey started Mare squirting. AH HA! She is in heat. This explains it. *eyeroll* The hussy. The boy, he is gelded, but it doesn't seem to matter to her. And he finds her intriguing, if nothing else. . . .