Wild Mare

It has been about a month...maybe more since I went riding.  I finally got to the stable today for a long overdue lesson.  I usually ride once a week and have a lesson with the most amazing and patient teacher. I am re-learning to ride English.  As a child I was fearless and riding often. Not quite the same situation these days.

Even though I am an Aries, I am no longer utterly fearless.  I guess with age comes sensibility. Being sensible is boring and clearly holds me back from doing anything exciting and/or worthwhile.

Today the beautiful Selle Francais horse that I have the honor of riding was "high".... she had not been exercised very much the past few days because of the rainy weather.  So this resulted in a horse that was very, very excited and wanted to RUN.

Ya....scary.

She was a bit ornery with me even though I tried to butter her up with some peppermints and animal crackers. It's not her fault really. She was thrilled to finally get out of her stall and get some exercise.

I was quite nervous today. I thought she might actually throw me off this time.

I have been anxious the past few times I have ridden thinking each time that would be the day I was catapulted into the air like a piece of rogue popcorn who escaped out of the glass at the theatre concession stand.
I find myself anticipating it.
When I was a child the thought did not even cross my mind. Falling off was not an option. I do have terrific balance, if I say so myself.....but a Cirque Du Soleil tightrope walker couldn't stay on this mare if she was feeling randy.

I need to forget the fear.  Get on and ride. Concentrate on my lesson and stop the worry wart act that is running through my brain like a skipping record. If I do not, I will not make progress.

Kind of sounds like this could apply to most other areas of my life as well.
This wild mare is teaching me more about life than just staying in the saddle upon her tall back.
Merci Madame Selle Francais.

STOP INSULTING MY DOGS!

I love the dog park. I have an obsession with the dog park. It's my safe place. I go there to be one with the universe, even thought it's distracting because it stinks like dookie.
I probably go more for me than my dogs but they do really love it there as well.
At least I think so.
Regardless...every single time I go, there is some jerkwad who opens their big mouth, sometimes more than one jerkwad.
My dogs are Pekingese, and ancient breed of Chinese dog that is sort of rare around these parts. They have very long beautiful hair that has taken me years to grow. I mean, them years to grow.
My dogs are beautiful, especially the female....she is so darn pretty it hurts my heart to look at her sometimes.
It never fails that each and every time we go to the park that some douche has to blurt out that they look like "wigs", or "hairballs", or "rugs", or "walking pieces of furniture"- whatever that means.

They ask me things like "why don't you give them a haircut?"
or my personal favorite.....the real assholes decide to talk to the boy and say....
"you need a set of braces little dog."

At that point I want to kick them in the balls/vagina and let Jake lift his leg all over their face.
In my own sicko world he would whizz on their heads and exclaim "get yourself on a treadmill fatso and I'll run to the orthodontist."

I don't cut them into a lion cut or buzz their hair short because that would then ruin the integrity of the breed. Plus, I'm not a lazy cheapskate so I pay to groom them and brush their hair often so I don't need to shave an idiotic mohawk into my dog's heads.
People in LA think that's cool for some reason. It's not. It's lame.

Anyway.....It's mean to say things about people's dogs.
I wouldn't tell you that your kids eyes are too close together would I?
Or suggest that you not feed her/him carbs anymore.
If we were waiting in line at the supermarket I wouldn't yell out that your wife can carry the milk in her saddlebags now would I?
I wouldn't just blurt out that your husband looks like he has a thyroid problem.
I also wouldn't ask why you didn't encourage him to just shave his head instead of opting for the heinous plugs instead.

So jerk wads at the park....stop insulting my dogs.

Or we are all gunna pee on your head.

Really?

There is no one more annoying than the grown woman sitting beside me requesting the nail technician "be creative" with a design on her toenails.
First of all, she couldn't make up her mind or be "creative" enough herself to come up with a design to request.
Secondly she's pushing 40 and she wants flowers on her electric blue polished toe nails?
Really?
There goes my relaxing Saturday mani/pedi.

I truly wonder what things I do to people to warrant them writing a ranty blog. A plethora I'm sure.

Ex and the City

By far the best moment ever for 'Sex and the City'.

"Your girl is lovely Hubble"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FyuCwCN78lA

I am going to rent 'The Way We Were' tonight and have a glass of red wine.....and eat the rest of my cookies. Babs and Bobby Redford........TLFE.

2 hours and counting

"This is America. We shouldn't be in this predicament,"  A lovely working class woman exclaimed on the 6 o'clock news tonight.
While those assholes in tacky, expensive suits bicker about our budget, our brave soldiers in camouflage thousands of miles from home are worried their families in the very country they are risking their lives for might get evicted and go hungry.
Is that a run-on sentence?
I'm sorry....I am really not well versed in politics but this is a little insane isn't it?

Long Distance Love

photo courtesy of The Silver Fox

Yearning. Pining, 

coveting you.

aching for you,

desirous of, eager for, passionate for,

I'm craving, dreaming of you,

a hanker, I have a crush on you. A Major one.

I have a yen for you. No one says that anymore.

I hunger for you, an itch I can't scratch,

languish, long, lust, I set my heart on you.

I thirst, want, wish for........You.

Ernesto

My Dad was cool before "cool" was cool.

Hipsters of LA, you have been schooled.