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Name: Christy
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Interests: baked clay, especially red one, red figure, or black figure, so artistic, always thinking about Greek, my name should be koukogakusha
Expertise: sleeping (smells like morning dew), japanese, i'm so fluent
Occupation: Horse Whisperer
Industry: Recreation
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Member Since:
4/15/2006
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| I keep sneaking peaks over my laptop at the cute boy sitting across from me at Java Jams. He's wearing a backwards baseball cap, yet remarkably it doesn't make him any less attractive. If I were a bold sort of girl, I'd speak to him, but I'm a chronic blusher--a trait inherited from my Dad--so I'll settle with clandestine glances...Crap! We almost made eye contact. That was a close one.
I really like the music I'm listening to. I'm not paying too much attention to the lyrics. They could be horrible, but I don't think so, because the singer keeps mentioning love and beauty and truth and the like. (What could be horrible about that?) Without the words, the music would still be just as pleasant to me, I think. It makes my chest cavity feel like it's going to burst. That's a good thing, by the way.
The cute boy just stretched. Be still, my heart.
Man, it's a beautiful day here. | | |
| Stephanie is having her hair cut and colored...or colored and cut...I don't really know which comes first. Anywho, I'm playing internet at Brookshire's until she calls for me to pick her up. After that we'll go to Cavendar's to look at boots we can't afford and then to Hastings to see if they have season 2 of Veronica Mars.
I'm not really sure why I feel the need to give a setting when I'm on the internet. I suppose it's because I'm no longer in college with a constant internet connection, so being online is rare for me these days. As frustrating as it is not to have internet at home, I'm a little glad to be rid of the thing on which so many hours of my life have been spent/wasted. Now I have more time to play Sims or watch Dead Like Me. Have I mentioned that I have problems?
Talking about the internet makes me think about technology which leads my thoughts to the following (How's that for a segue?): At church the pastor has been doing a series of sermons about change. In addition to the Bible, he makes references to lots of other books--not necessarily "Christian" literature--which I think is kind of cool, but one of the authors he quoted (I wish I could remember who) observed that technology, which is supposed to make our lives simpler/easier, actually complicates it. Advances in technology haven't allowed us to get things done more quickly in order to spend more time with friends and family, etc. Instead, better technology only seems to have allowed us to get things done more quickly so that we can get even more things done even more quickly. We can get a whole lot more accomplished from 9 to 5 these days than we could 30 years ago, so why don't we work 10 to 4 instead? Or better yet, 11 to 3? I wish for simplicity. Maybe I should move to Amish country. How would I look in a bonnet? Seriously though, I'm a little depressed now.
Did anybody ever see that Dexter's Laboratory episode in which Dexter is supposed to go to science camp but ends up at some kind of Amish camp instead, and he's condemned for using a potato to power a light bulb? | | |
| My Dad rode a horse for the first time in my life this Christmas...maybe for the first time in his, too, but I keep forgetting to ask him.
I'm going to North Carolina at the end of the month to visit a very dear friend whom I have not seen in too long.
We had to end a young horse's life last week.
I'm on a safety committee. The idea is funny to me, but I still want to take it seriously. I think I'm going to get CPR certified again.
Navigator had a wolf tooth pulled today.
That's all.
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| In the last few days, I've had the pleasure of speaking with several dear friends and family members. Nearly every one of them asked me what I'm going to do when my two-year "contract" with Pine Cove is up. Ummmmm...I don't know. I can't think of anything else that I'd rather be doing right now, actually. I really really really love where I am. I love rocking on the porch in the mornings while drinking coffee without worrying about the neighbors seeing me in my bathrobe. I love being outside all the time, even if it means increasing my risk of skin cancer. I've grown to love wearing my cowboy hat. I love not wearing makeup but once or twice a week. I love going to auctions. I love being able to bring my dog to work with me. I've grown to love driving the tractor. I love that my biceps are huge (comparatively). I love living in the crooked little cabin next to the lake. I love Navigator. I love going to 4T. I looooove riding horses (so much). I love my coworkers. I love working with the horses and seeing progress. I love that the progress isn't exclusively a result in the horse--I grow, too. I love teaching arena classes and witnessing the campers' "Aha!" moments. I love teaching, I love learning, and here I do a lot of both, especially the latter. Come September 1, 2008, I will have been here two years, but I'm not yet sure if that will be long enough. | | |
| I round-penned a fat, palamino pony called BB. It took forty-five minutes for him to figure out I was asking him to do an outside turn. I said he's an idiot. My boss said he's in training.
Someone must have told the trees it's November now, because they're finally changing colors. | | |
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