It's not on purpose, I promise. Oftentimes I think about writing on here, but just don't take the time to sit down and pull up the blogger. I know, laziness to the next level.
I've been fairly busy, working everyday, trying to fit in my friends and keep my parents happy and still see my boyfriend. It's been draining... by the time I'm done with work every day, I'm exhausted. All I want to do is pull on my sweat pants, get a la croix, turn on the tv and listen to crime shows while I work on a jigsaw puzzle for the rest of the night. But then I'm suddenly anti social and lame.
Last night Peter and I went to Anacortes and had dinner with his mom, Tracy, and his mom's friend, Becky. They were both absolutely lovely, and I'm pretty sure that they both liked me. We also met a few of his friends that he went to high school with... one of them didn't say anything to me, the other told me my handshake was weak (my response being that I didn't particularly like touching people, so I could care less what he thought of my handshake), and the other was very friendly, and actually talked to me. Right as we were leaving, I got a call from one of my fellow boarders at Blue Note - Boo had gotten out, and she had found him eating the grassy weeds that Chelsea had just sprayed the week before - toxic to horses. She said he seemed ok, was easy to catch and was now in his stall having dinner, but I still insisted that Peter drive me directly to the barn so that I could check on him. He hadn't had any water, and hadn't pooped in three hours - not normal for him at all. He was eating his hay, but he hadn't finished his beet pulp (normal for him to not finish that, he hates beet pulp). I took him out of his stall and walked him up and down the aisle, then trotted him up and down the aisle, and the walked him up and down the aisle... for about 15 minutes, until his tummy was gurgling nicely again... as soon as I took him back in his stall, he farted, drank a sip of water, and then pooped. I felt accomplished, went over his body again for any cuts or bruises (all clear) and felt comfortable leaving. I love that horse a lot. But damn, he worries me.
Anyhow. It's like 9AM now, and honestly I should be at Blue Note, getting everything done there before work with Carol. But, here I am, sitting in my sweatpants, half a cup of coffee next to me, and a still sleeping Peter sprawled out on my bed beside me. I'm really bad at this whole, get up in the morning and do shit thing. Also I need to start eating on a regular basis again, 'cause that's gone out the window lately.
I've been fairly busy, working everyday, trying to fit in my friends and keep my parents happy and still see my boyfriend. It's been draining... by the time I'm done with work every day, I'm exhausted. All I want to do is pull on my sweat pants, get a la croix, turn on the tv and listen to crime shows while I work on a jigsaw puzzle for the rest of the night. But then I'm suddenly anti social and lame.
Last night Peter and I went to Anacortes and had dinner with his mom, Tracy, and his mom's friend, Becky. They were both absolutely lovely, and I'm pretty sure that they both liked me. We also met a few of his friends that he went to high school with... one of them didn't say anything to me, the other told me my handshake was weak (my response being that I didn't particularly like touching people, so I could care less what he thought of my handshake), and the other was very friendly, and actually talked to me. Right as we were leaving, I got a call from one of my fellow boarders at Blue Note - Boo had gotten out, and she had found him eating the grassy weeds that Chelsea had just sprayed the week before - toxic to horses. She said he seemed ok, was easy to catch and was now in his stall having dinner, but I still insisted that Peter drive me directly to the barn so that I could check on him. He hadn't had any water, and hadn't pooped in three hours - not normal for him at all. He was eating his hay, but he hadn't finished his beet pulp (normal for him to not finish that, he hates beet pulp). I took him out of his stall and walked him up and down the aisle, then trotted him up and down the aisle, and the walked him up and down the aisle... for about 15 minutes, until his tummy was gurgling nicely again... as soon as I took him back in his stall, he farted, drank a sip of water, and then pooped. I felt accomplished, went over his body again for any cuts or bruises (all clear) and felt comfortable leaving. I love that horse a lot. But damn, he worries me.
Anyhow. It's like 9AM now, and honestly I should be at Blue Note, getting everything done there before work with Carol. But, here I am, sitting in my sweatpants, half a cup of coffee next to me, and a still sleeping Peter sprawled out on my bed beside me. I'm really bad at this whole, get up in the morning and do shit thing. Also I need to start eating on a regular basis again, 'cause that's gone out the window lately.
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