Bucked Off

I was finally thrown by a horse. It was just a matter of time. When you work with horses as much as I do it’s an inevitable fact. I was praying to God that I’d get away unscathed working with horses but you’re not a true rider until you’ve been thrown, fallen off, kicked, etc. I can now add thrown to the list. In my defense I was riding bareback and thus, totally screwed when he bucked. It was not entirely Blue’s fault as I misread him and thought he was ready for something. Needless to say he wasn’t and acted accordingly. Ah well. You live you learn, right? Thankfully I’m still alive! Lesson learned! In the words of John Lyons, “You can’t get hurt. No horse is worth that.”

On a brighter side, I just finished moving into my grandparent’s house Saturday. Turns out I may end up living here for the next two-and-a-half-years. Sounds good to me! I won’t have to take out anymore loans to attend college, and can survive on grants. I don’t even want to think about how much money I currently owe the school. *cries*

I also just got my job back as a cashier. Now I will have money again! Starbucks, here I come! ^_^

This is the horse who threw me. His name is Blue and he's a draft/mustang mix. He's probably 17-18hands.

Update!

Good news, good news! The ovarian cyst should resolve all on its own! My dad is super relieved by this and has finally calmed down. I don't blame him for being worked up about it but I honestly didn't think it was anything to be concerned with. Maybe a little but not to the point of making one's self sick. Ah well.

If you haven't yet heard we now own five cats. Five! Three of which are Momma, Zant, and Loki-cats from the college campus. I spent about an hour yesterday trying to get some nice photos of them to share. Here are a few of the ones I took that I thought were pretty good.

Ovarian Cyst

Yup, you read that correctly. After coming down to my parents for the weekend I was drug to the doctor for pelvic and lower abdominal pain by my mother. The verdict: an ovarian cyst on my right overy. Am I shocked? No. Depressed? No. Confused? Nada. I ALWAYS have something weird wrong with me so it really comes as no surprise. I'm not really even concerned about it, more curious than anything else. I mean, why do I have it? How did I get it? And what has to be done? Those are really my only questions. My dad on the other hand, well, he's pretty freaked about it and worried. Apparently, cancer for women in that area runs on his side of the family. I figured as much since his sister had to have a hysterectomy due to cancer. If it boils down to that (which I don't see why it would) I am at peace with it, mainly because I have never wanted children, and I've never really been interested in getting married. I'm one strange person. Ah well. Prayers, prayers, prayers please!

Sometimes I think that its not that I'm indecisive, I just think too much.
Example:
I haven't eaten dinner yet. I should fix something.
What should I fix? I have three canned foods that take under three minutes.
I should save them and eat something more perishable first.
What do I have that's perishable? I have sandwich supplies. I had a sandwich for lunch. I have leftover macaroni. Did my roommate want to eat that? I have french fries, but while I was thinking all of this the oven has been taken for other use. And I can only blame myself. Because this train of thought leads me to believe that I'm indecisive. Or overly analytical. I can't decide.
XD

Happy To Help

Today has been interesting. I have had several people ask me for help with various things throughout the day. I was even held up after my nutrition class because some people were asking me to tutor them. O_o I was shocked because I suck at math, and in this nutrition class we have been doing a lot of math problems. Surprisingly, I'm good at math so long as it involves animals. Therefore, people in my class want me to tutor them. They even offered to pay me. I told them no of course. If I were in their position (and I have been) I would want help without the stress of "Can I afford it?"

So, it's been a weird day for me.

On a side note it's supposed to get absolutely freezing here tonight. The high tomorrow, last I checked, is 26. It's going to be a rough morning for everyone. There might be snow though so I think that deserves a "YAYYYYY!"For kicks, here's a shot of Ariel in her winter blanket. That's Vampire Bat in the background.

a little annoyed

Why is it so easy to write down a list of what you should do, but so hard to actually get it done?
Which isn't really why I'm a little annoyed. I'm a little annoyed because I'm taking 17 hours of classes, need to write 4 ten-page papers and need a part-time job like it's going out of style.
And people keep telling me different things. My professors say that I shouldn't get a job right now because I need to focus on schoolwork. But I can't stay in school if I don't pay for it, which I know, which is what my family is telling me.
And here I am submitting applications and not getting hired and watching my savings dwindle.
And to this whiny blah-fest all I can think to say is,
"Welcome to real life. Please take a number and we'll get your complaint filed in 90 years,"

Finally happened to me

It finally happened to me!
Really it did, I had an animal encounter! (I feel so accomplished now.)
I was heading back from a meeting with my professor, and there at the crosswalk was a black kitten, staring at the passersby with a very friendly expression. I got off my bike and started talking to the cat, he was rubbing his face all up and down the concrete, but didn't want to actually be touched. So I was following him along, trying to get him to come to me, and wishing that I had some kind of food with me- because he was really skinny.
As I was doing this, a guy came up and the kitty got spooked- somewhere along the way I started calling him Mal. Even though he was now in hiding, I couldn't forget it so I grabbed a piece of lunchmeat from my dorm (since FruitBat and her magical truck of cat food were not t the campus) and hoofed it back to where I saw the cat. I didn't see him there anymore, but left the meat anyway. I will confess that I felt pretty depressed that he wasn't there...
Anyway when FB got back I told her about the kitten and after dinner/studying we went back to where he'd been on our walk- Fruit Bat brought along a can of wet food, and we popped that sucker open and settled down to wait.
Let me tell you, seeing a black cat on a dark night, is not easy. But Mal did show up, and we then hoofed it over to the dorm to grab FB's truck and trap... we tried to get him into the big trap- but he was too clever and light to trigger the switch! So we caught him in the trap meant for rabbits and squirrels... lol.
I swear, Mal is adorable, and I feel wonderfully/horribly overprotective. We've got him at the lady who'd taken care of Mamma-kitty earlier. He let us pet him! He's really horrible at being feral... He let us hold him and fuss over him, and even when he wasn't happy that we held him he didn't claw or bite at us, he just squirmed.
Of course... none of us can keep him... but... I love him anyway.
My first animal rescue!