"Yea he's just hanging out... Oh wait no... he's dead.."

So... I found a dead horse today. Yep. I have the terrible image stuck in my head. I'll spare you the gorey details but it definitely triggered my gag reflex. I've decided that the experience of finding a dead horse is comparable to witnessing puppies getting kicked and tortured. At least, I can only imagine the two events conjuring the same emotional response for me. Hopefully, I forget that image really really freeaking soon. I had a feeling I was going to see some death today because last night I had a dream about one of my family members being pregnant. Look it up, dream psychology is weird shit. Anywho...

Rest in Peace Pepper. You were a tired old thing and I never really got close to you cus I thought you were gonna bite me.. But.. you were white, and I liked that about you...

Tuck and Roll Grandma.

7 more days now until I will be back in the bay. Hmph. I feel like there is so much going on and yet I feel devoid of any real motivation. Today is humpday. Today is also my day off, so I should be completing the chores that have stocked up over the past few days (and by days I mean weeks). BUT low and behold, here I am wading in a pile of mismatched socks and underwear.

Woke up early this morning to ride River. We decided to stick with some arena work today seeing as though last time I got thrown off on trail. It wasn't too bad. A duck jetted out from the undergrowth and River, being a young spritely thing shit himself and freaked. I nearly stayed on but once he realized there was a strange creature now clinging to his side, he spooked more and I was thrown to the ground. Tuck and Roll Grandma! (best advice ever) I was very lucky, however, to not get kicked as he reared away. Poor guy. He just stood there afterwards waiting for me with a look on his face like "wha happend?" I got up relatively unharmed. Just some sore ribs and a bloody finger nail. Best thing to do in situations like that is get back up and start riding. As days passed a solid bruise has formed on my forearm. Lovely.

Push Jones will be having 2 performances this week (excited arms shaking in the air). I'm most excited about the one that will be happening this Saturday in Hood River after the Fashionation fashion show. We will be dancing at the after party in some club. I hear the night life in Hood River is pretty happenin though so I better wear my big girl undies for that one. That's right. I'm also casually considering sneaking in a flask of whiskey because I have a cute flask that doesn't get near enough use and because I'm cheap. Suddenly I am overwhelmed with the urge to sit at home and drink whiskey in granny panties... weird.
Aside from that La Honda is within my grasp. Having some odd feelings about that right now though. Hopefully it is a passing mood. Currently I am trying not to acknowledge them in hopes that they will go away. I'll keep you informed as anticipation builds.

And yet another digression. I have been dreaming quite vividly again recently and a lot of them usually involve work. This makes me feel strange. I spend all day working, can't I have my dreams to be able to let go and rest! Waaahnee! FML.

You can lead a horse to water..... if you have a horse.

Success! My black notebook has been recovered and yet, here I still am. I will continue to blog until I am bored with it, so there it is. On today's agenda..... horses.

10 Reasons Why I Love Horses (speaking in general terms)

1. They are very strong and muscular.

2. They are stupid enough to listen to me.

3. They are beautiful.

4. They are fast.

5. Their shit smells good.

6. They are vegetarians.

7. They take me up hills that I am too lazy to walk up myself.

8. They take dirt baths.

9. They are psychic.

10. They could give a shit what kind of music I listen to.

So I'm 90% sure that I will not be returning to my wrangling job in California this summer so my heart is wrenched. Recently I've been asking myself, "Where the hell am I going to be able to procure a steed that I can ride like the wind around Portland?" Well! While I was cruising craigslist.org the other day (big fan), I found an opportunity by which I might be able to lease a horse. Seventy-five buckaroos each month to be able to ride twice a week without someone telling me what to do which is, in short, exactly what I desire. I don't think I would be able to handle someone telling me how to ride a horse anymore, let alone where to ride a horse. If it were up to me I'd sell my car and ride a horse everywhere. Down with paved streets! Down with automobiles (mopeds, you're cool). Anywho, Mission Find-a-Freeking-Stallion is under way. I'll be riding this Sunday to check out which horse is best for me at a local stable. More about that later...

To my Clumsy Spirit Panda Flower- You are not forgotten. You are my first love and I treasure the two summers we spent frolicking, barebacking, backpacking, and sweating through the woods of California. You are a gangster for life. I will return for you someday my darling...

"And I miss you, like the deserts miss the rain"- Everything But the Girl

P.S. That last quote is kind of a joke but that in no way takes away from it's relevance. Thanks world.