Clarifications

Just for the record. I have no problem with the horse being in a garage, it's a nice garage, really. Kinda run-down, like the rest of the place, but basically sound. No cross ventilation, but nice high ceiling. I have no problem with no turn-out, happens all the time, I've learned. But, horse people also know that horses do need exercise. Companionship. That's the problem I have.
Well, that, and the filth, and the...
sigh...

Neighbour has left a longe line in clear view at the door, for my information, I guess. I wish I could find ANY hoof signs to show for it. You see, if you own a longe line, you can say you USE it, even if you don't.
So, that said, and with that withering comment I read from a kind soul on Chronicle of the Horse Forums, man, was US ever right, I will stop thinking about AC for a while.

Happy Thoughts, Jethro!

Have you ever wondered why a car named Infiniti doesn't last forever? What other lies are built into our advertising, hmmmm? Lots of it is just background noise for me, I "tune it out" as a mental exercise. But when names don't reflect real time, I reallly start to wonder. Don't they know what infinity means? Have the advertising suits completely lost their minds?

Have you noticed that "oily hair" shampoo has now become extinct? NO-ONE has oily hair any more, except, apparently, me. How many gallons of water have I saved, I wonder, by refusing to believe that I HAVE to shower EVERY day?? I know I've rattled on about this before, but one of the privileges of ancient wisdom is you get to repeat yourself, and no-one cares:)
I'm starting to consider trying dog shampoos. Surely they need to get cleaner? I have to run out of my current useless shampoo supply, though.

I do stuff like this to 1) off-set my carbon footprint, which is bery big, 2) Annoy the heck out of kid sister. Her eyes practically stalk at some of the outfits I will appear in, in public:)
My hair, she just wishes for my hair;) I "banged" it a week ago, and did my bangs myself, too. It looks, um, hand-cut:)
Well, it is! Who cares, I say. Never have cared, either, really. Oh, I thought I was uber-ooogly, like everyone does, but after that, I realized outsides don't matter, and I quit looking in the mirror. Well, unless I Had to.

I drive my husband crazy, by refusing to use the garden tractor & trailer for gardening, preferring the wheelbarrow/heavy lifting route. I canoed supplies out to old red dog's memorial site last week. I moved almost a half-ton of mulch onto Daddio's garden last weekend. Work, young lass, work. Never killed anybody.

How about the complete waste of time that advertising can be, in the huger scheme of things? My husband witnessed a signage failure on the weekend. Some pizza joint in Vaughan was having a grand opening. Hired groups of people at street corners, waving black/orange pizza shaped signs, huge blown up lines of action-figures/animal balloons on top of the whole line of strip mall, blah, blah, blah. Husband has no idea what the name of the new pizza joint Is.

Logos seem to change all the time too. Have you noticed? Being an old, cheap, Scot, I do think about changing the old business logo. But then I'd have to change ALL my stationary/printing/stuff. $$$. I think old Coca-Cola has it right. Stick with what sells. It sure DiD sell, in the early days, didn't it? Whooops. Talk about a new generation of CokeHeads. I wonder if the suits are addicted to the old Logo?
Or, scarier thought, WE are?

That's where I get a little worried about all the RedBull I see consumed. How tense do you need to be, to stay upright? (Keep in mind, I'm still a recovering coffffeee addict.)
ramble, ramble, no think-hing...HorseInNeighboursGarage. STOP.

Oh, and Doctor on VetBlog brought up a line of thought I've struggled with, particularly in the last weeks and months... Years.
Something that Karen Robinson also mentioned, in her write-up of the outcome of her blogging about Michael Morrissey & the 13-welted Crelido. Oh, what a nice horse.

Keep the Context..
I always try to keep whatever "plight" I happen to be in, in context to what other people go through, or are going through. My goodness, couldn't my life be worse!
Same with his situtation. So far, he's been quiet as a church mouse in there, except for the cribbing. It could be worse. I know.

I also think I do use my animals to avoid dealing with people. TOTALLY. Like, no, not hourly.
well, maybe...
Still thinking on that one.

Oh, My Dog, I almost forgot!! This news is the absolute worst, ever.

WORST.

Ready?? Are you sitting down??






Rush is getting back together.
Blech.