I'm really glad because it's starting to really warm up down here. The air is in transitioning from the spring with chilly undertones to the moist night air of the south. Some call it humidity, I call it heaven.

I was at Orange Beach last weekend and it was a little chilly. I still have that Ohio winter in my blood I guess. I remember moving form here back to there in October. That winter was the COLDEST I have ever felt. BONECHILLING. I'm happy to tell all of you that I haven't been experiencing that total body cramp when I walk outside, my teeth no longer feel like they're going to crack into tiny pieces and I no longer have to put my fingers under the faucet to get them warm. Sweet.

Today I woke up and went to meet Ashley and her SWWEEET daughter Bristol at Pensacola Beach.

Ashley is a girl that I worked with every morning, at the Dressage Farm -oops, Academy (I consider it to be the place where I learned how to ride, sorta...except for when I was scared.)

Her and I cleaned out stalls and did all that goodstuff. She's a southern girl with the softness and patience of the "stero-typical southern belle", however that she is not. She's the toughest girl I with the most sense I ever met. She made me think Wranglers are cool. I saw a HUGE (young) draft cross turn around and kick her square in the chest. She dropped to her knees. STILL holding the horse... I wanted to run over to her. I couldn't do anything with two horses in my hands and I could have sworn he just at LEAST made her next step be: being rushed to the hospital. She got up, brushed her knees off and said "I'm fine." (!?!?) To me that says a lot more than just the words, "I'm fine". She could've said "I'm awesome." She's got two beautiful little kids now and her husband, Michael built her a great barn on this great property, with this great house. I will keep my horse there. There will be a covered arena and lights too. Except we will probably fight over who gets to clean stalls.

It's so cute to me when little kids want to be naked on the beach. Is it cool to the public? Hell, I'd say "hey whatever". I mean little kids, like two years old. That's not old enough for sex offending child molesters is it?

I laid there for a little while longer, that's when I saw the dude totally from LOST.

that's him, in the middle

I got the urge to go over to the vacation-ie everything for you with PENSACOLA BEACH silk-screened-onto-it store. They have bathing suits too. After driving around the parking lot six times I went BACK to the parking lot of the public beach so that I could walk across the street to the store.

It took me 15 minutes to get across the street and then I had to drive around THAT parking lot for another 20 until I found a place. I was thinking that Flounders (read about that situation here) was having a shift change in about a half an hour so I tried to hover around those spots. Now I'm laughing out loud at my computer.


it's SPRING BREAK!

I didn't go into the water because the surfers had wet suits on. Still too cold for me. I thought that I had covered all of my body with the sunscreen but I guess I missed the middle of my back and the top of my legs. Crazy that you can see the outline of the fingers where the sunscreen ended. It's kinda burnie and itchy right now. I used to have a HUGE aloe plant, it was used often by visitors. It's the best thing for sunburn, I mean why would you put some chemical filled aloe lotion on when you can go right to the source? Aloe stems 2 inches wide, just crack it open and RUB. NO BURNING after about a minute, I SWEAR.

game is way too simple

A leftover lover that can't control his intake for the good spirits and did nothing but treat her in such as way that she didn't so much as utter his name in the places he frequented. After two years and he still tries to keep his dirty little secret(s).

She was careful to know that the accusations were true and with just a little bit of time, she found out. About everything. Well, almost everything. You know how she knows? He's silent. The only time he shut his mouth of all the lies and moral code of don't-ask-don't-tell he abides by was when he knew he was fucked. Like that criminal that still refuses to admit any guilt standing as defense with hardcore DNA as proof. He would be one of them. Sadly enough he has trained himself to act in such a destructive way even though she thought he was much better than that. I think the reason he won't even admit it with all kinds of proof is only because deep down he knows it's not normal.
What can you do with those kind of people?

Don't worry. You will be slaughtered with photos of this beautiful place soon. I haven't even been able to get to the beach.

mister twister

I MISS TWISTER. I miss the barn. I miss my hour of grooming before I ride and combing a solid gallon of Cowboy Magic in his great tail and mane. I miss feeding all the horses. I'm missing that green rake and helping John out around the property. I even miss cleaning stalls. I miss being a part of something that I've always wanted to be a part of, a GREAT barn with great horses and great people.

I have been riding twice since I've been here. I went to the place where I worked and rode last time I lived here, a Dressage place outside Pensacola. It's pretty nice there, I got to ride in a deep seat Dressage saddle!

The point in which I realized that I missed that part of my life was when I arrived for my lesson, the horse was saddled for me and I was handed the bridle...because that's what you do with people that show up once a week to take a lesson in jeans and tennis shoes.

I HAVE to find a place to be a horsegirl around here!

I MISS TWISTER! He loves me so much he won't even let anyone spray him but me. haha.

by means of "The Secret"

Well. I'm here. I officially live back in Florida before my Florida Drivers license expires (next year).

I LOVE my new job it has led me to the suma cum laude of Wacom tablet usage and the need for a VERY LARGE tablet instead of the little one. The difference between driving my sweet little Jetta and cruising down the road in my parents Cadillac (providing that the mouse is the ford taurus or something). You can do the same things, but much smoother.

My Wacom tablet has a SPRING LOADED tip! and they make FELT TIPS TOO!! really. I HAVE some. O.M.G. IT HAS CHANGED my LIFE as a computer artist. I did all the black lines on an illustration in under an hour just by drawing it right over the scanned illustration no stroking no holding the shift key for accuracy. HEAVEN.

I am in a larger than usual cubicle. Computer on one side badass drawing table on the other. Windows directly to my left. Oh, and how could I forget? The beach seven minutes from my house.