Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Ariat, love ya but you just can't stay together.

Ariat Boots wear and tear...
Time for new boots.

I think that it is safe to make the assumption that seeing the wear and tear on the equipment that we use for our hobbies, or our sports lets us feel a certain amount of pride. The hours of life I gained and the things I have learned while being with my horse in these boots is well, memorable. I mean, they are still kiiiinda good..."They have soles! They're black!"

Really though that's a bunch of bullshit. I don't know why I am holding on to these boots any longer. These boots have no support. These boots have come apart at the seams. I'm not really sure what the THING is that I'm getting from these boots that makes me want to have them in my life.

I have had them for about a year and a half.
"SNAP!" the lace snaps apart. Again.
Uggh. I tie it in another knot and have to shuffle a bit.
Time for new boots.

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Thank you MarkRobertson!

Welcome Home sm
I have been meaning to post this.
My dear friend Krissy welcomes home her husband and C130 pilot, MarkRobertson with huge smiles!
He's ALWAYS "Markrobertson".
Welcome home from Afghanistan MarkRobertson, and thank you!!

Monday, March 29, 2010

no more of this, young man.

go ahead, say it.
This is Dusty when I first got him around May 4, 2007.

Dusty 08/09
And here is Dusty around September of last year.

Two things accurred to me as I was going through my Flickr photos.
1. Dusty looks really great!
2. And Interesting that I didn't know at the time, but when I got him he JUST turned four (Thinking he was four and a half was scary enough.)
April 2,2003 is his birthday. He's going to be Seven soon. Still a youngster but more responsible for his actions I guess, hah.
That means in this is seventh of many many many years to come there will be no more bites to the leggie...
Horse Bite

Horse Bite
...Bites to the elbows...

Horse Bite
...or bites to the shoulders!!

The Hobbitty: Bathroom Situa.

My apartment or, as we all know it- "The Hobbitty". Short for "the Hobbitty Hole".  That is a term of endearment. I took this pic the first time I saw the place.

fla living-hall
The bathroom sink in the Hobbitty is not in the bathroom. It is in between the kitchen and the little catch-all room. With good accessibility to the fire extinguisher.
That big box to the right of the sink is the rest of the bathroom. Yes, right there in that box no bigger than a porta-potty is a tolit AND a shower.

I don't live in NYC. This kind of stuff only happens in New York City right?
Nope. A cool little neighborhood called East Hill in Pensacola. The bayou is blocks away, very quaint and friendly place with parks. There are half a million dollar houses only blocks away, closer to the bayou but the charming part about East Hill are the duplexes, cottages-out-back and above-the-garage spreads. All of which have a bit of character. Instead of a secret trap door from the living room to the bedroom I got a bathroom sink in a really. Odd. Place.

And still, after 3ish years that's the most positive thing I have to say about the bathroom sink being in the the hallway.
But it makes for great jokes.
"This hotel room is not so great. The shower has low water pressure."
"Didn't you see the SINK in the bathroom?? This place is awesome!"

Friday, March 26, 2010

innocently interneting...

Open up Google. Search for "men's pima tee" and get "image" results.
mensite google
"oh my. hmm, I guess I'llllll choooose THAT ONE!"

click. > click.

Immediently take a pic of my screen and text it to leggs. "DOOD! I'm sure we need to do business with these people LMAO!"

Man site

It said "ENLARGE".

Well done marketing team of that company! Well. Done.

paper bag

I was staring at the sky, just looking for a star
To pray on, or wish on, or something like that
I was having a sweet fix of a daydream of a boy
Whose reality I knew, was a hopeless to be had
But then the dove of hope began its downward slope
And I believed for a moment that my chances
Were approaching to be grabbed
But as it came down near, so did a weary tear
I thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
And I went crazy again today, looking for a strand to climb
Looking for a little hope
Baby said he couldn't stay, wouldn't put his lips to mine,
And a fail to kiss is a fail to cope
I said, 'Honey, I don't feel so good, don't feel justified
Come on put a little love here in my void,' he said
'It's all in your head,' and I said, 'So's everything'
But he didn't get it I thought he was a man
But he was just a little boy
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love
Hunger hurts, and I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I got to fold 'cause these hands are too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works, when it costs too much to love

-Fiona Apple

Tuesday, March 23, 2010


I'm kind of a geek. My geekery doesn't go really far. I know that my computer is a Mac Pro Quad-Core 2.8GHz, and I know what that means. I know a little about Tengwar and Hobbits and even a teeny-bit about Steam Punks. My friends might disagree and say I'm a total geek. But they have never been to a "Con".

Orlando/MegaCon 2010
 MegaCon Orlando

Orlando/MegaCon 2010
MegaCon Orlando

"Cons" were something that I had no idea about until I got the chance to go with the workies. The big workie is a huge fan of comics Illustrated Novels, hey that's cool and anyway, there are a lot of artists and stars there showcasing and promoting their work. I have to say, Orlando's Con had more enthusiastic cosplayers (people that dress up as their favorite video game/ comic) than the "Sturgis" of these events last year in San Diego, the ComicCon. ComicCon was a bit more serious, energy wise. Orlando was FUN! and there was a huge variety of self expression.

So, for the 2 out of 2.5 people that read this blog I will tell you the way it goes at a con. This would be a great time to contrast and compare to a Phish show, but I'm not really into it right now.
- kids parade around in costume. You want to impress them? ask them for a photo.
- adults walk around in costumes. You have no idea wtf it is. You say "hey! who are you COSPLAYING?" (that word makes them at least think you know something about this stuff) and they will gladly tell you which character they are, from idea conception to present day.
- walk around look at things to purchase. Such as...
Orlando/MegaCon 2010
-a GIANT! knife that weighs fifty pounds.

Orlando/MegaCon 2010
Kitty Cat collars with big bells, and studs!

Orlando/MegaCon 2010
Kitty Cat collars with bells, studs and a LEASH! (Cathy loves it when I make her demonstrate for me)

So we walk, and we look at things that we have no idea what the use is for, which is quite interesting because the stuff is FUN! and its annoying not to be able to say "Yes, I shall need a pair of kitty cat ears to complete my Puffinslayer costume from the Avenging Feral Felines series, yes, yes, the 1996 verion! Your favorite also?!"  Instead of "OK SO what's with the EARS!?!" to the salesperson.

Orlando/MegaCon 2010
My Puffin$layer costume is COMPLETE!

- Now it's time to go out and get some fresh air. Make your way out of the "floor" area and into the hallway headed for the nearest exit and you will see something rather interesting going on. Groups of kids posing for a group action shots, and people throwing candy. Yes, you are to throw candy at the cosplayers if they "perform" for you. They really like "smarties" (HAHA)
- Outside now,  have a seat on the bench and watch the people from the Race car convention walking by the cosplayers from the comic convention.
- Talk about when, where to go eat, and how that time is getting close. Not yet, but close.
- Decide that there is just way to much fun waiting and head back onto the floor. Pass the vintage Eastern weaponry and the whole Star Wars fleet made from recycled computer motherboards without stopping, I dare you.
- Be careful not to trip over the 15th group of 25 kids in a circle playing some random game you have no idea what it is, with its trinkets and accoutrements.
- Try on more ears.
- Head to "Artist's Row" where you can say to yourself elevenhundredety times "I REALLY can't draw" as you walk by the very talented inkers, and colorers, and sculpters, and geekers (ha!) you'll see all elevenhundredety of their sketchbooks sitting on the table beside them as they work...
...The only thing that makes this bearable is my totally tainted sense of humor in which I imagine myself dressed up like "The Inker" and spray ink all over the tables of art way better than mine, stand up on the table, laugh like a villan and say "Who's the villan now?! huh? huh?" while looking in the mirror fixing my hair. I would jump down loudly and run out with my cape flowing in my path, but then others would be throwing smarties at me and I would loose traction on them, slip and slide across the floor and bust my caped ass in front of the cool kids. And then for the FIRST time in my life I would be able to say "Dissappearing Ink!! it's probably faded by now AND I would have gotten away with it if it weren't for those meddling kids!"


- Get your profile sketched by ONLY the most famous Playboy Cartoon Artist EVER on the front page of his book while he cracks you up with his friendly-ness and keeps telling you to "look at that window" as he sketches.
Orlando/MegaCon 2010
Mr. Doug Sneyd and I. Can you see the sketch? I LOVE IT!

DS " Christine, would you like bunny ears?"
ME: "YES! PLEASE! ABSOLUTELY! and BOOBS to go with them?!"
It was really nice to meet him and his wife. Very lovely people.

Big Workie is always running around like crazy at these things and if you want to see some good stuff, better try and follow him. He gets pictures signed by the actors to his daughters. This might sound cheesy, but Big Workie comes up with some pretty cool blurbs for them to write on that photo. For the Terminator girl, Kristanna Loken he had her write "To K,E: Don't let your dad terminate your boyfriends!" Cute.
He mentioned a Panel discussion.  I swear he said "total nerd booooringness" but no!  he said Billy D. Williams!

Orlando/MegaCon 2010
Colt 45...Works every time! (oh, and he was also in star wars)

-As geek burnout begins to set in stand in the hall and just ask people "comic book or video game?" as they walk by. Hope that you don't get spit all over when the giant cross comes up to you to tell you about that character, and wish so badly you can get in velvet ropes enclosing the REAL Flintstones car for a picture. There is just no way. Its being protected by the Ghostbusters!

Well, that's about all that's left to do for us. I think the others get together after the show and play card games & video games and stuff, but we went to see Alice in Wonderland at 3D IMAX (!) at at theatre where you can have a beer!

-On the way home stop at Adam's Rib in Gainesville, deal with all the orange and blue and get some of THIS!
Orlando/MegaCon 2010
Adam's Rib in Gainesville Fl. RIGHT ON. OMG the Greens!
that's why they call it FLORABAMA
I dunno, I was just driving then all the sudden....

Unfollow (I'm willing to miss the three times next month you actually get off your ass and exercise)

I just spent the last two hours up in a whole bunch of purses over on the FB. Great reference for fashion. After I looked at a few pages of pictures of people I don't even know I got bored. But I learned some things.

Yah, yah I see SR is rolling 465 hot chicks deep. Figures. Even though the bartenders give him rides home often (because he doesn't drive like that), the most handsome $ingle bachelor can always be found...have you ever seen the episode of South Park when Bebe gets boobs and all the boys turn into wild chimps? Exactly like that. Only the chimp-ie boys are very eligible bachelorettes.

Oh no! I see, (up in your purse) that one of my "friends" is no longer my friend! Hmmm. We were almost best friends in grade school! At least that's what I figured when you were one of four people that actually invited me to your slumber parties. Thank you for that. Thanks for tolerating me when I was the weird chubby one. I don't mind that you de-friended me. That little unicorn figurine you got me for my twelfth birthday that holds my memories of you will remain in my hope chest forever and ever. Unless you would like me to return it?

OMG! really? your friends with that girl that is married to that man that owns that place? That poor innocent girl that had no idea that her beloved spent a lot of time in the parking lot with that slutty blond. Everyone else did. I saw the pictures, the family has grown. I hope he's a changed man. Really I do. She was way to kind to end up with a cheating bastard. They can change I'm sure! I'm almost positive that my ex doesn't cheat on his new wifey (in their bed) like he did to me. How do I know he just got married? I was up in that purse too. He looks happy.

SHUT UP! I found you from this friend over here. It's the son of the woman that is the "main" woman in the life of a man with many many women. A man that told me countless times that he loved me. He's good at what he does. He could have given Tiger some pointers. He made me crazy. Crazy like, I FOUND all nine of the women, where they lived, what their phone numbers were, what car they drove and even that you and your mom are the only ones he takes around his family. I know, I know, I said crazy and I meant it. It was a rough time for me, I was pretty depressed and it gave me something to do until he showed back up at my house that evening, because it was me he was spending the night with all week. I just puked a little in my mouth reading what I just wrote. WHO DOES THAT? Your purse is quite interesting to say the least.

If anyone reading this post thinks for one second that I have way too much time on my hands and that I must be a very very sad individual- it's probably true however, I don't friend people that I didn't even speak to back then. At least I have that going for me.

 I guarantee you that at least half of your friend list is in my group. Really. I believe the FB exists for one main reason. Well, two. Ladies fashion and going in purses. I'm just not afraid to admit it. I'll write a thesis on it. It is what it is. For the most part my intentions are to see that people in all my many lives are happy and successful, but then the boredom sets in, and mouse clicks start happening...

Can someone PLEASE post the news that I guess I'm waiting to hear? And it's not when/what you eat, how often you work out, and how much money you spent today. Can someone maybe happen to find a dinosaur? PLEASE. Someone have SOME news worth reporting. SOMEBODY PLEASE discover the secret to the acient Mayas or SOMETHING! I mean, really. out of alll those people, no one wins the lottery??

I guess its human nature to want to voyeur on other people's lives. And from this post you can gather that I am no different. With that said I am going to seriously TRY and curb my addiction to the FB.
I hear that they will start charging for use pretty soon.
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