A day In The Life
September 19th 2007 11:38
Thats my favourite Xena episode, for any of you who dont get the reference. Who could have imagined the day would end up like this? From such optimisim and arousal this morning, such a nice dream to explore....To this.
After the dream I went out to do the horses. First, Shakir and Spirit have temperatures taken and rugs off. Mums helping. Oh, yay. She manages to freak spirit out by not tying him up while she undoes straps and he bolts around with his rug hanging off.
I have to mention, mum is a champion of asking questions that dont need to be asked. YOU know the ones....The ones like "what next?" Or "why that?" questions that will answer themselves in a matter of seconds and are a sign of a person so insecure they have to fill the silence. I get that - I too have to fill silence. But I just like the sound of my own voice, the strength of my opinion. It should be mine and no one elses. I dont set out to drive my daughter insane with needless, nagging, constant questioning. If she would just SHUT THE FUCK UP.......But I digress.
Shakir &Spirit, temps done, rugs off. Then mum holds Shakir while I give out sweet feeds with mucus breakers. Magnus temperature while he eats, and rugs. Once finished, throw hay, back to house. Prepare penicillin shot, go out, do Zayfirs rugs, temp, and shot. Back inside. Shower post go.
On the train I get a message from Wild. WILD! We organise get together next week. Great! Im dead tired but hopeful the day can be salvaged.
At work, everyones hung over. I do....Well, nothing. I play on the intranet, (Here please remember, mentoch the mindtaker..) play with fixing and tidying files. Eventually, finally, the day ends.
I manage to get the early train with a bit of running. Then get straight onto a bus. Im home with plenty of light. I let my precious ducks out and ignore the cries of Rakka Binky to bolt down. Shakir & Spirit, temps and rugs. Separate Magnus from them. Zayfir has broken his headstall. Great. Hand out sweet feeds with mucus breakers.....To the three wild ones, shakir, spirit and teshan. I have to hold shakir or he'll run around throwing the mucus breaker right and left. That shits $70 a jar! Damn brain damaged horse.......
Once finished, I give Mags and zayf their sweet feeds. Mum comes home. I think Im struggling to do about 10 things at once when she calls breezily, "Need a hand?" barely restraining myself from screaming and ripping her to shreds, I grunt. We do mags temperature, lucky he enjoys things up his bum, then go to do zayfirs shot. I make up my mind its the last one - Im not getting solid penicillin out of the bottle. His leg still hasnt resolved. GRR.
All temps are normal. Im standing waiting to open the back gate so mum can bring the food down in the car when.....
The car comes screaming round the corner. Here are my thoughts, all of them recorded in about a millisecond....
That was fast.
Shit, shes going fast!
The fucking doors open.
Is she gonna stop?
Theres no one....Oh FUCK
Mum forgot to put the handbreak on. The car barreled down the property and could have exploded at the bottom of the hill.....If it hadnt flattened the carport. Shes lost her glasses. We retreive, Pick the carport off the car so she can back out. Car is undamaged. Carport crumpled.
We get the feed to the feed shed. All I want is to do the feeds for tomorrow so I can get this shit over with. As Im trying desperately to get the bag open I can hear.....This sound. Like feed running through a scoop. I gather it must just be settling....Right?
Bastard little voice in my head exclaims "Its fulla Weavels!" And I ignore it, no no no....
It IS full of weavels....Crawling with them, utterly diseased. I hual it out of the bin and drag it after the car, which has already gone, thankfully with mum this time. We wrap it, put it in the car.....I scream that petbarn is damn lucky shes taking it back instead of me.
When kman gets home, we fight over the carport and how it should be fixed. Just when it looks like the fights over, he has a mood swing and starts it all over again. I thought I was supposed to be the girl?
Suffice to say, I have had enough. Its feeling like this that led me to attempt suicide the first time. Never ask the question though ....You dont ever ask that question.
Needless to say, I aint lighting my candle tonight, no sireee. Mystery illusion and conclusion have done absolute fuck all for me.
After the dream I went out to do the horses. First, Shakir and Spirit have temperatures taken and rugs off. Mums helping. Oh, yay. She manages to freak spirit out by not tying him up while she undoes straps and he bolts around with his rug hanging off.
I have to mention, mum is a champion of asking questions that dont need to be asked. YOU know the ones....The ones like "what next?" Or "why that?" questions that will answer themselves in a matter of seconds and are a sign of a person so insecure they have to fill the silence. I get that - I too have to fill silence. But I just like the sound of my own voice, the strength of my opinion. It should be mine and no one elses. I dont set out to drive my daughter insane with needless, nagging, constant questioning. If she would just SHUT THE FUCK UP.......But I digress.
Shakir &Spirit, temps done, rugs off. Then mum holds Shakir while I give out sweet feeds with mucus breakers. Magnus temperature while he eats, and rugs. Once finished, throw hay, back to house. Prepare penicillin shot, go out, do Zayfirs rugs, temp, and shot. Back inside. Shower post go.
On the train I get a message from Wild. WILD! We organise get together next week. Great! Im dead tired but hopeful the day can be salvaged.
At work, everyones hung over. I do....Well, nothing. I play on the intranet, (Here please remember, mentoch the mindtaker..) play with fixing and tidying files. Eventually, finally, the day ends.
I manage to get the early train with a bit of running. Then get straight onto a bus. Im home with plenty of light. I let my precious ducks out and ignore the cries of Rakka Binky to bolt down. Shakir & Spirit, temps and rugs. Separate Magnus from them. Zayfir has broken his headstall. Great. Hand out sweet feeds with mucus breakers.....To the three wild ones, shakir, spirit and teshan. I have to hold shakir or he'll run around throwing the mucus breaker right and left. That shits $70 a jar! Damn brain damaged horse.......
Once finished, I give Mags and zayf their sweet feeds. Mum comes home. I think Im struggling to do about 10 things at once when she calls breezily, "Need a hand?" barely restraining myself from screaming and ripping her to shreds, I grunt. We do mags temperature, lucky he enjoys things up his bum, then go to do zayfirs shot. I make up my mind its the last one - Im not getting solid penicillin out of the bottle. His leg still hasnt resolved. GRR.
All temps are normal. Im standing waiting to open the back gate so mum can bring the food down in the car when.....
The car comes screaming round the corner. Here are my thoughts, all of them recorded in about a millisecond....
That was fast.
Shit, shes going fast!
The fucking doors open.
Is she gonna stop?
Theres no one....Oh FUCK
Mum forgot to put the handbreak on. The car barreled down the property and could have exploded at the bottom of the hill.....If it hadnt flattened the carport. Shes lost her glasses. We retreive, Pick the carport off the car so she can back out. Car is undamaged. Carport crumpled.
We get the feed to the feed shed. All I want is to do the feeds for tomorrow so I can get this shit over with. As Im trying desperately to get the bag open I can hear.....This sound. Like feed running through a scoop. I gather it must just be settling....Right?
Bastard little voice in my head exclaims "Its fulla Weavels!" And I ignore it, no no no....
It IS full of weavels....Crawling with them, utterly diseased. I hual it out of the bin and drag it after the car, which has already gone, thankfully with mum this time. We wrap it, put it in the car.....I scream that petbarn is damn lucky shes taking it back instead of me.
When kman gets home, we fight over the carport and how it should be fixed. Just when it looks like the fights over, he has a mood swing and starts it all over again. I thought I was supposed to be the girl?
Suffice to say, I have had enough. Its feeling like this that led me to attempt suicide the first time. Never ask the question though ....You dont ever ask that question.
Needless to say, I aint lighting my candle tonight, no sireee. Mystery illusion and conclusion have done absolute fuck all for me.
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Comment by Ash
Flashes of memories
Would you like to attend my anger management classes with me?I swae I need them.... and simply... SIMPLY I SAY.... because I am surrounded by people that constantly pull my jaw down with a W T F
I don`t understand so therefore i don`t expect them to understand. I do the whole count to ten thing. I do the whole 'if I were in their shoes I would" do the whole thing.... nah... it... dont... work... baby!!!!!
ESPECIALLY IF YOU HAVE HAD A DAy THAT LESS THAN EXCITES YOU!!!!!!
I dont know what to say other than... I hope to see you soon for some drinks... over a long period of time when we will discuss this matter!
Loves
Ash
Comment by Kleonaptra
Kalikapsychosis
Darlin....Thanks. Its....RIDICULOUS!!