Yeah, well...so. Bubby's home. She had chemotherapy on Thursday and goes back again this week for her second session. She's been eating and purring and doing many kitty things like trying to catch birds through the window (and if it weren't for that pesky glass, she'd have had two in as many days!). Jeff and I are very happy to have her home and I know she is happy to be here too. When I let her out of the carrier on Friday after getting back from the vet she tore all around the house as if to make sure everything was still there. Her breathing has remained stable since she's been home and that's a good thing. I cannot dwell on the future or what's to come. I'm going to enjoy the now as much as I can. I just can't spend the next 4, 6, 8 months, year, year and a half or two years crying. I just can't do it. It's fucking exhausting.

Weekend was pretty good all things considered. Spent a quite Saturday cleaning my much neglected house. Hell I even finished a quilt! Craziness I tell you. Sunday I had my riding lesson and my most excellent and tolerant husband came with me. Not to see my lack of riding skills but to buy me my Christmas present. Settle down now...he didn't buy a horse! That's next year. I'm kidding Love. KIDDING!!
Nope, he bought me my first real piece of equipment, my very own saddle. And while there he took some pictures around the barn (links below). I am determined to become a good rider. These few years I've been doing it I've been treating it more as a half-assed hobby than a real sport. No wonder I suck and am still a timid beginner. Which I fucking HATE! Not the being a beginner part, but being timid. Yes, I am a big fucking pussy. Ooh, I'm 34 and might fall off and get hurt! I need to nut-the-fuck-up. "Timid Rider" arg! I hate that term. Well I refuse to wear that badge any longer. Bring on my head-tossing friend Phantom, he'll help me out. And by help me out I mean be extra tough on me in the ring and not listen to any of my (poorly executed) commands and throw his head around in an effort to make me the goat. I will not be the goat!

Oh yeah, and my fucking job drives me fucking insane! Fucking people need to leave me the fuck alone and not tell me how to code a fucking web page. FUCK!

Now for some happy links:

Indy the narcoleptic horse (I'm not kidding)

Phantom sizing me up for the goat I am

barn bums (mine's on the left)

leaning too forward at the canter cuz I suck

my x-mas present...thanks Love!