Snowball effect

Everyone knew I was leaving on the 21st/22nd for school.

I am not sure if people didn't believe me or it just dawned on them "oh sh*t she really is leaving for school" but all of a sudden everything has snowballed on me. I mean people going YOUR LEAVING CAN YOU DO THIS? YOUR LEAVING COME PICK THIS UP IT NEEDS TO BE DONE BEFORE YOU GO! YOUR LEAVING COME SAY GOODBYE!
It's like the amount of things I have to do that you know, could have been done a month ago was suddenly all tossed upon me, snowballing into a mad dash to get stuff done for school.

I think I have 4 major bags 3/4 of the way packed. Most of my clothes, towels. bedding, dishes and some food. Every time I start to pack something I know I am going to need it the next day.
So I made a list...Then I packed said list and forgot what bag I packed it so rather than un-packing everything I'll just make a new one. Everyone wants me to come visit them before I go, I am only one person I can only be in one place at a time. If you want to see me that bad before I leave come here, I'll be trying to decide what was on that list that I should pack.

On top of that I work at many barns. Tomorrow is my last day at almost all of them until I get back and pick a couple back up (minus a couple Friday morning I said I would feed at before I left). Most of these barns I have worked at for more than a year or two. I love them, great people great horses. One in particular I've worked at for about 7 years. I love the boarders, they love me. They love the way I clean stalls and leave notes about stuff that is wrong with the horses/barn/everything. Nothing gets overlooked by me and they love that.
However the barn owner is always telling me things that I "should" be doing, but I was never told to do it. If it wasn't in my time/pay/description how was I supposed to know to do a job? So I get nasty notes written when things aren't done, regardless of if I was there the day before or not they will be addressed to me. I am not the only person who works there and am only there 5 days a week. No one else gets nasty notes but me. No other barn I work at have I ever got nasty notes. No other barn has ever forgot to thank me, tell me they were happy with my job and oh yeah, forgot to tell me something they wanted me to do, then yell at me later when I am not doing the mystery job. I hate to say this but they can find some other poor sucker to write nasty notes and yell at becauuuuseeee...

I got a phone call the other day. I just sat down and it was the local therapeutic riding center. I had done some work for them with their youth summer horse camps teaching kids how to braid and make dream catchers. I also brought my 4-H group there and drove once for an event in the fall. They must have liked me enough because they put me ahead of the people who handed in resumes; I never handed one in. They said people who applied for the paying job either were good with horses, or good with kids but not both, which was what they were looking for so they called me first. They want someone to help with lessons and then eventually certify them to teach therapeutic riding lessons. Of course I had to say no, because I was going to school but I would when I came back. They agreed and told me to give them a call when I go back. They are in the works of making a new state of the art facility since their current one is being built up around by the city. What an opportunity. Teaching lessons at a facility like that and shoeing horses, what more could I want?

So enough of the complain train, I also got a blog award. Three times.



I sincerely apologize if I have not commented on your blog. I really, honestly have not had the time. I have been by though, read on the fly.

I would like to thank the following three bloggers:
Kristen

Rachel

and Mare

There are four duties with this award:

1. Thank and link back to the person who awarded you this award
2. Share 7 things about yourself
3. Award 15 recently discovered great bloggers

4. Contact these bloggers and tell them about the award!

I am glad to know I am considered "stylish".

I try.

Ok, not really because I am wearing olive green yoga pants and a royal blue t-shirt that is too short for my long torso right now. Isn't there some sort of fashion faux pas about not wearing certain shades of green and blue together? Don't tell vogue.

1. I should be packing my bags right now because I leave Friday. I have not yet figured how to train a horse to fold into a large suitcase. I am working on it.

2. I procrastinate at the worst times. See #1.

3. I've never had a cup of coffee in my life. I've had sips of it and wile I do like the smell of coffee beans I'll never like the taste. I do like tea however and other sinful beverages like pepsi and A&W root beer. I am addicted to iced cappachino's from Tim Horton's. Or I was until I read the health guide and found that one medium iced cap is the same in fat as one regular big mac. I try to limit myself which is easy considering the closest Timmies is about 15-20 minutes.

4. I guess you could consider me a daddy's girl. Wile I have never been particularly close to any of my immediate family members (my only sister and I are 11 years apart) my mom and I have always butted heads constantly wile my dad and I have this sort of silent conversation and we get stuff done together easily. I guess I have just always been incredibly independent. I just don't know when to ask for help. My friends had soccer moms, I had horse show dad. Mostly because he had a truck to tow the trailer and I liked giving him bald spots (blonds in our family do not grey, so that does not apply to him. Now hes gonna shoot me for talking about his balding head on my blog if he reads it.) by falling off horses or hurting myself at 4-H and various other events.

5. I aspire to get a cute, little, spotty ass. I mean the donkey kind, not the...Yeah. I want to drive it and make a hat for it's head. Real life goals there.

6. I really should be cleaning my gigantic mess I created packing. See #2. See my problem is the way I think is if I can't see it, it does not exist. I put things in closets and on shelves and I can't see them, I can't find them. I have a very photographic memory so usually if you lose something I can find it but not if it was just put in it's proper place. This does not include the barn. The barn is mostly always organized.

7. I have a cell phone. It does not take pictures, it does not text. People look at me like I have a third eyeball when I tell them, no I did not get your text because I do not text. That's how I roll, I've never been one to conform to everyone else's "normal" I guess that is why I wear cowboy boots in public.

7.5. I had a guy ask me what I was going to school for today. I told him horseshoeing. He made a motion like the game "horseshoes" then exclaimed "I didn't know you could go to school to be a professional horse shoe player" I laughed. He was dead serious.

Now to pick 15 bloggers.

You know I break rules all the time right? Well I honestly would love to go through my blog list and pick 15 of you but seeing as you just read #1 #2 and #6 about me you'll understand if I gift this award to the first 15 who have read this and haven't received it yet. Please put it up on your blog and link back here so I can see you stylish bloggers please!

My blog posts might be a bit sporadic for a wile as I find out what internet access I have and whatnot.

Have a good one.