I spent the weekend at Candi's house and on Saturday we went down to Kim's for lunch, to see the new baby, and get some riding in. Sorry no pictures of the baby. BUT... Hannah at one month old already has her own horse.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
day trip
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
to get old
People say that getting old is awful because you feel like you're losing your mind. What if I've already lost it?The other day I made it all the way out to my car before I realized that the merchandise in my hand had not been paid for. Dodging the steel bars that now seemed to be everywhere, I successfully made it back into the store to pay for my crime without being noticed by a single person... Apparently it's really easy to steal, but don't try this at home. Maybe my angels just made me invisible for a bit so I could have my senior moment at 22.
Furthermore, being senile can go hand in hand with 20/20 vision. You know you have a problem when your roommate refuses to move her desk over for optimum space inhabitation because she knows you'll kill yourself if she does it. Let me explain. According to her, I hit either the corner protruding towards the desk, her sitting at the desk, or the desk, most every time I walk by. I didn't really feel that this was fair, but upon her role play of the event in every possible situation, I had to admit it did look extremely like me. And.... well.... yesterday I ran into something both coming in the room and leaving it. She felt the need to give a rather hearty "I told you so." I just nursed my throbbing body parts and pretended as if it was the wall's fault.I really don't understand why depth perception alludes me.
My crowning act, which I am ashamed to say happens on and fairly regular basis, is when, like yesterday, I am walking beside a wall and happen to come across an open door way. BAM! my shoulder makes contact with the inside of the door frame and I am immediately stopped in my tracks.
Older adults will walk into the room, smile and say to me, "honey don't ever get old. I can't even remember why I came in this room." Is it bad that I'm thinking, honey, this isn't a foreign event for me. I probably do it more than you do.
So if anyone would like council on what it's like to get old, please don't hesitate to call. I'm a trained professional AND I'm ahead of my time.
Furthermore, being senile can go hand in hand with 20/20 vision. You know you have a problem when your roommate refuses to move her desk over for optimum space inhabitation because she knows you'll kill yourself if she does it. Let me explain. According to her, I hit either the corner protruding towards the desk, her sitting at the desk, or the desk, most every time I walk by. I didn't really feel that this was fair, but upon her role play of the event in every possible situation, I had to admit it did look extremely like me. And.... well.... yesterday I ran into something both coming in the room and leaving it. She felt the need to give a rather hearty "I told you so." I just nursed my throbbing body parts and pretended as if it was the wall's fault.I really don't understand why depth perception alludes me.
My crowning act, which I am ashamed to say happens on and fairly regular basis, is when, like yesterday, I am walking beside a wall and happen to come across an open door way. BAM! my shoulder makes contact with the inside of the door frame and I am immediately stopped in my tracks.
Older adults will walk into the room, smile and say to me, "honey don't ever get old. I can't even remember why I came in this room." Is it bad that I'm thinking, honey, this isn't a foreign event for me. I probably do it more than you do.
So if anyone would like council on what it's like to get old, please don't hesitate to call. I'm a trained professional AND I'm ahead of my time.
Saturday, March 07, 2009
all the way to tim-buk-too
Spring break finally came and I am sad to say I'm almost at the point where I will have to say it went. After spending the weekend with my parents I flew to Jaclyn and Ryan's for the week. I should say I tried to fly... Charlotte got a tad bit of snow and it shut the world down, so I arrive 6 hours late. But that's better than some of the poor people I met on the way so I guess I have nothing to complain about.
We spent two days painting... Day 1 was baseboards and doors in the living area.
Before you go out on the Safari there's a petting zoo and monkey houses you can go through. This was a baby Capucha (or however you spell that) monkey named Chloe you could pet and hold.
Fact of the day: goats are picky. They don't like whole wheat bread and the won't eat it off the ground... it HAS to come from your hand. Spoiled brats.
They are extremely soft...like a rabbit.
Strangest chicken I ever did see. If that doesn't make you giggle then maybe you're more boring then I am ha ha.
What a way to sleep...
The camels were very friendly and made it a point to stare into your car as you passed by. This one was obliged to use the rear view mirror as a scratching post.
They had all kinds of animals. I'll leave those for Jaclyn's blog perhaps. :) It was a regular zoo and then some. I was pretty impressed.
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