Procrastination

   Hello there! Is it bad that I blog when I am putting off cleaning the house and psychology homework? Oh well.
   You know, you can always tell when you're going to have a bad day when you dream about clowns eating you, and wake up to pounding on the door and the lovely words: "GETTUP. The horses are gone. Get your boots on."
   Ugh.
   Shoulda fixed that fence earlier.
   Anyways, the horses had all run off, so I got to tromp around the country side dressed in pajamas (Save for a sweatshirt on over my top- I had the presence of mind to realize a short tank top would be rather cold). Of course, while I had the cleverness to put a sweatshirt on (under my heavy Carhart work coat), I didn't think to wear socks. Oh the joy of snow going over the tops of your Wellies as you're down in a field hollering for the horses and clanging a grain bucket back and forth like a mad-woman with the futile hope they will think there is grain and come running home.
    Well, in the end the equines were all accounted for, and the fence has been fixed- that will be the end (hopefully) to their little early morning excursions. I don't do well without my coffee.
    Then after that, when I had had breakfast and gotten my hot shower (And regained feeling in my appendages and wasn't fearing amputation due to frostbite), dad needed me to help him move the truck. Well, that should have been easy, right? Just direct him and make sure he doesn't put a hole in the house? Haha. Ha. Right. Stupid thing was stuck. Do you know how much  I hate putting chains on Duallys? I really, really hate putting chains on Duallys. Then when I tried to back it up, they spun off. So then we get to hook up the other truck to that truck! But that's rather difficult, seeing as dad's gun trailer was hitched to the other truck. Ugh. It was a mess. Then the thing came out of gear and almost hit the barn. Uggghh.
     Ah well. After that I tried to get some school done (Couldn't get it finished), then it was time for karate! Oh boy! Well, at least that was fun. It's sad though- I was so cold, I actually enjoyed warm-ups- save for lunges. Lunges can go die in a hole for all I care. Give me ironless two-point on a greenie any day!
    Just another day in paradise ;-)
-EQ and a (now home) Spirit