and then I fell out of my chair.

"This influence can introduce much pleasantness into your life through good times, agreeable relationships, sexual attraction and friendship. The problems that you will confront during this time are: overindulgence, lack of self-discipline, and unwillingness to work. This influence does not fit you for demanding work or trying situations, for you are likely to be lazy and unwilling to rouse yourself. If you don't have to accomplish anything, there is nothing wrong with this mood. In fact it is a good time to take it easy. But be careful not to overindulge in food or drink; today's good feelings may be tomorrow's headache! Your creative energies are stimulated, but you may lack the creative self-discipline that can turn a random outpouring of feelings into an artistic medium and disciplined art."

astro.com. GO. Know the EXACT minute you were born please.

stumbled upon me, as I did upon it

I know marketing well. I, myself market. I hold pride sometimes in my outstanding knowledge of the game. Its very hard to sell me with your broad impersonalized target techniques. It is an easy walk by and I fundamentally pay no attention to any corporations generalizations.

Not long ago a good deal approach me in the most creative of ways. In a social networking setting, I looked at the advertisements. I was monetary lured when I realized that over the years of the product's up and down market values and repeated loss of investors, the genuine value of said product had not changed in many years. Not in face value at least. 

I'm not really sure how I can go and make a statement like that because I haven't even set my eyes on the actual investment. But what I can tell you is that the direct marketing tactics that are being displayed by the franchise after they grew witness to my inquiries are mucho outstanding. So outstanding in fact, that I am allllmost willing to purchase sight unseen. 

This franchise is only working with the very best of copywriters, brainiacs and satirical humorists. Also he has looked into re-viving attention grabbing sales techniques that have been long since forgotten. The personal approach. That's what will make me pull. Thank you!

I'm inquisitive mostly. Doubtful hardly. I will watch silently by, for moments unlearned. I will take every emotional selling point in consideration. In my own time. I will notice the jealously I feel when others talk of the franchise before I get to view let alone commit to anything. Your adaptable proficiency will and should make me this way. 

Usually if the investment seems too good to be true- what is it? I'm not going to go on and focus on what "might" happen or what "could" happen because well, my gut tells me not to think that way in this case. Perhaps it was just that the failed investors weren't meant to be part of that universal deal in the first place? 

But. I mean, the nest is all I've got. How will I know exactly when to sign on the line? Without questions? Without fears of losing everything that I've built without assisted incentives of emotional and physical profits?  I've made investments before. None up to now have been successful. Most just ran their course of years. A few I pulled out of immediently. A few I lingered a little longer than my money was worth. But either way I'm sick of it. I want to make an investment in something real, that will be appreciating every living breathing day. 

I'm wondering if such has just stumbled upon me, as I did upon it.

an afternoon exchange

With one of my best friends. On ze Facebook.

Leggs: " ...is blah blah tunnel n light n stuff!"

me "your right sister! I'm crackin up"

L "What came first the light or the tunnel?"

m "the accident inside."

L "Lol. Anywho back to that tunnel...."

m "no use. you wont get to that point. too much romantics variables involved. that's a GOOD thing."

m "and you know your kind of "romantics" of course."

L "U make me lose my s***"

m "now you have me laughing really hard. you choose to edit your words on FACEBOOK?! ilu."

L "I have students..... And I'm mature!!"

m "we need to call it a day right here. I just hit a STOP SIGN. wheew."

L "Never dood. I don't have a stop sogn remember?"

m "good thing I got a few here and there. randomly."

L "Oh yeah! Your the best! Lmfao...."

m "your students know what that means."

L "No way dood"

Its all about the volley with a good friend. Happy.

a few tracks later

Ben Harper is singing about how it wouldn't have worked out anyway. And that for now its just another lonely day. So then a few tracks later he's telling everyone he's gonna burn one down. I got it.

Reloaded.

I finally went to the grocery store. This is a very good thing. So good in fact that I had to post it.

I'm NOT one of those people...

that BRAKES on a highway "on" ramp.

It's like a dam runway people. GET. OFF. THE. BRAKES. (!)

delicious hair.

From Episode 11 "Whatever Happens, Happens."

I like Kate.
I love Evangeline Lilly's hair in this episode.

aghhh! what's in the BOx?

So, I go out to get my mail today and there is a package at my front door. I wondered for a second if I really ordered that bridle I was looking at online the other night. Walked over, picked it up.
Hm. It's from Amazon. Hmmmm. It's actually addressed to "16", and I am "18".
First gut instinct says: "oh, I'll just take it up to 16 and drop it off."
I shook the box.
HHHHmmMMMM...
Amazon
sells
EVERYTHING.
HMMMmm.
Owh Hell.
I open the cardboard shoe size box.

Inside I see a Nikon Cool pix camera and a small book titled "If the Buddah Dated: A handbook for finding Love on a spiritual Path"

I am DYYYYYYYYING for a little point and shoot camera. I look for them on ebay all the time.
Nikon is my camera of choice.
and if you know me well, the book is quite appropriate. LOL.

I'm standing there staring at the highly desired items in this box- FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!

I am an honest person, and whenever these kinds of "tests" are presented to me I will choose good karma and be honest. It's a scorpio thing. It usually gets me in trouble, or in debt, or nothing at all except the knowledge that I am living my life to my standards of being a nice human.

But. I will stir over it. For a moment.

the story of the story of the story of bad mouse karma

I couldn't believe that the sign said " ALL THE TAFFY YOU CAN FIT IN THIS BAG FOR $1.50"
The sweet smells that are piped into the crowd get me everytime.
So heck, I went in the largest candy store on Main Steet.
Stuffed that little bag so full I would have enough taffy until at least September!

Later, while standing in line for Soarin' I plopped the seventeenth piece of taffy into my mouth.
It was kinda crunchy (?)
I don't know I just thought that maybe it was the little dried crunchy ends of the taffy...
...and then it all hit me.
The tootsie roll pop incident in high school!The dive into the pool! The walking into the door!
MY tongue felt my front teeth.
Yup.
I just crunched the bonding of my tooth.
I spit the whole glob of taffy out into the paper wrapper.

Teah was on the phone with her boyfriend and looked at me wondering what the hell I was doing.
I'm rapidly pointing at my mouth, she's got a puzzled look on her face and says "what???"
more rapid pointing.
"WHAAAAAAAAt???" she says again.
How could she not notice? It feels like half my tooth is gone!!! I'm not taking "WHAT" for a reaction.
"doode, MY TOOTH. LOOK AT MY TOOTH!!!!!!"
"owh. it's not that bad." and she continues talking to her boyfriend.

I was crushed. I was going to South Beach the NEXT DAY.
I'm not a very vain person, but for god's sake I'm basically average in every physical and cleavage-ical way and my smile- I need that!

I thought about it later.
I just wondered if it was the mouse's way of dishing me some bad karma back because I kinda dropped the f-bomb in the middle of the light parade (you know, the one with all the CHILDREN watching?) with enthusiasm to say the least. My friend instantly scolded me which was very bona fide because I mean, you know-
in the crowd of 10,000 children you could have heard a pin drop.

DO you know that they block off ALL of main street a good 45 mins before the parade even starts? Nope, can't even run-like-the-wind across.
And obviously, can't cuss about it either.

I'm running in and out of houses.

I have really crazy dreams. This happens often and I will usually wake up with my heart beating real fast and I'm sweaty.

I'm always running. Physically RUNNING somewhere. Usually I am running to get away from someone. Or I'm running to get help from someone. Or running to find the men that my grandfather told me to go see if I ever had a *problem* that hang out in the back rooms of italian restaurants...so they can help me hide a BODY.

Last night I was running from a vicious pit bull on a leash. He was coming after me and the man holding him back said "owhhhh, he's jus playin."
-buLLLLLLshit!

The other constant is a house. There is always a house involved. I'm running in and out of houses.

It was a house that a group of people and I stayed in-and JUST left. I should have written it down, because I remembered vividly when I awoke. I had to go back to get something. When I arrived there were a whole bunch of really really weird people there. Like gypsies, fraternity boys and the family from texas chainsaw massacre.
yah.

ok, well maybe not fraternity boys, but you get my drift.

The house was on a hill in the woods. As I made my way to the door I walked up into the foyer and this man with this crazed dog appeared. At first I ignored him because I just needed to get my stuff. Then I realized that he was taunting him to attack me. As I ran down the steps pleading for him not to let the dog loose I tripped. The dog nipped me. I looked up and saw a door so I scurried through it. It was a plain wood paneling room, very small. I realized that there was another door so I swung it open anticipating freedom of the outdoors.- So that I can RUN some more.

As I pushed the second door open it stopped abruptly. It hit something. A person I thought. I said "I'm sorry who ever is in there." and turned to go back OUT the door I came in.

there was no way to tell if there was even a door there now.
I was trapped in this room and no idea what or WHO was in the other little room next to me....

I woke up.

I'm looking in my "Freud's Interpretation of Dreams". Volkelt believed that dreams took place not only on a mental level but a physical level also. "The human body as a whole is pictured as a house by dream-imagination and the separate organs of the body by portions of a house. In dreams with a dental stimulus, an entrance hall with vaulted roof corresponds to the oral cavity..."

I am getting a FIFTH wisdom tooth right now.
yah. I'm 36.
The bonding came off my front tooth, an ordeal which is causing me much anxiety.

I guess I didn't stick around long enough because it also says that the actual organ will openly reveal itself at the end of the dream - I would be pulling my tooth out in my dream.
But the other writers thought that this was a bunch of bull.
HOLY crap...
female area and genitals are regarded as "the bottom" = where I was trying to go.
Steps, ladders, staircases are represented as sexual act= walked up steps and tripped back down.
"smooth" walls of which the dreamer climbs, the facades of houses correspond to erect human bodies= the walls of the tiny room were SMOOTH. PLAIN. PANELING.

(AHHHHHHHAA! it's getting really weird! this is all on the same page in the book!)

"wood" seems from its linguistic connections to stand in general for female "material"=SMOOTH. PLAIN. PANELING. WOOD.

I gotta think about this.

My horse telling me to bug off with his Jolly Ball

My pone-pone is georgeous.

Leggs handed me this blanket and said "here, see if this fits dusty."
"OMG! it looks like an old school blanket! so cool. It looks like Abercrombie and Fitch's version of a horse blanket!"
I picked it up and flipped it over...see the letters on it??

Deductive reasoning with horses.

Get horse out of stall and put him in the crossties.
Grab curry and start circling on shoulder.
dancie-dancie "NO".
Put less than favored curry back in box.
Take out Soft brush.
(no curry=no hard brush)
start brushing shoulder.
dancie-dancie "NO".
face.
dancie-dancie "NO".
butt.
dancie-dancie "NO".
Horse in good mood.
?
legs.

see ankle swollen like big fupa.
place hand on ankle.
horse stands still.
Lowers head.
Licking chewing.

that's pretty much the system of talking to a horse.
Isn't it wonderful?!

"Thoroughbreds. I know. Right?"

Here is Dusty (16.0h) standing next to Belda's Holstein-prehistoric-beast, Fidelio. Dusty is in the pasture with Fidelio's friend, Kaileif and he really wants to join them. I'm not sure Dusty is in shape enough to run from that thing but it's looking like later rather than sooner. Even though I'm sure they will get along together, over the gate they were playing lets bite necks and faces as I watched Dusty kick the gate. When I went out to get him I noticed some blood on his front fetlock. Felt it. Tasted his blood. HAAAAAAA just kidding. NO biggie, a little scratch. I dressed it. Hosed it. Gave it a kiss.
Well, TODAY his left front fetlock was so swollen that I could barely see a fetlock at all. (this is when I take a deep long breath alllll the way from my diaphram) and say..."Thoroughbreds. I know. Right?"

I have a cannon of an arm that can fire a dandy brush at his head faster than madge to kaballah school.

Dusty has been ultra sounded and cleared for walk, trot.
whew.
whew.
yaH.
FUCK YAH!!
I kinda knew he was ready. He was pretty much telling me, with his out-of-nowhere outbursts of temper. His really lovely shark bite when I'm least expecting it is nice, his rearing out-of-nowhere while being led is pretty great too. No worry, I have a cannon of an arm that can fire a dandy brush at his head faster than you can get madge to kaballah school. But really. He was feeling like cantering around the pasture. He didn't want to canter at all when he was hurt and in a decent size pasture. He's feeling good, doing flying changes so smooth it made me pee my pants a little.

Don't worry, I didn't let this happen for long. I was running out to the pasture to be the party pooper. He's in a smaller pasture when I'm not there.

I've ridden him a just few times since the vet saw him over three weeks ago. As I placed the saddle pad on his back for the first time after five and a half months he stepped aside and turned his head. He wanted to see it. That's it.

He wants to see everything. If I try to pick his feet before showing him that I have the hoof pick in my hand he will not pickup his feet. He'll just keep tickling the back of my neck with his nose if I try. I know this sounds like a bad habit to some, but he's still a young horse. I let him and encourage him to show his youthful personality (as long as he's not being snarky). Maybe he's a very visual horse as I am a very visual person. He's smart like me because knows the power of the tickle...
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It was ultra fab to be on his back again as we walk around. He is absolutely (even after all his time off) the best moving horse I have ever worked with. Granted, I have never got to have a full lesson on a school master, and a lot of my feeling is because he is the youngest horse I've ever worked with but really, you would like riding him. I sure do.

very not necessary

There was a bomb threat placed to the Pentagon today. It came from a coin phone in Destin. Destin is about 40 minutes east of here...Did you know that in 1978 they recaptured Ted Bundy here in Pensacola?

oh, and also? As I was driving in my neighborhood yesterday I glanced over to see a house that I always walk my dog by..."ow, well would you look at that?" A house in the neighborhood has thought it useful in hanging two flags out on the historical day. I was just not too sure the one with the big red one with the X through it was necessary. Yah, I'm pretty sure it was VERY not necessary.

National television coverage is not what finally makes this one successful. That happened the first time he picked up the bass. For this one it is definitely all of his hard work combined with a natural talent to vomit. That means really rock out.

His first time on National television with a band that he deserves to be in, with his best friend on the drums. Conan Obrien show with Susan T. Pretty exciting!

Five Elements

This wonderful holistic horsecare site is where you can learn about the five elements and which one your horse is. I was very excited to see that Dusty fits the description of the FIRE HORSE perfectly. Which one is your horse?