Okay... Since it's very obvious that I'm not going to get much done in here at nights, what with everyone all yapping at me, (Granted, I love it! Keep up the good work! LoL) so here I am, at 6:08 in the morning, writing to myself in my Blogger. Ya gotta love it! Anyway, I still have nothing reall good to put in here, so I'll jsut update it on events that are happening.

Dan is going to be rideable sometime within the next decade. Of course, when?- I'm just not entirely sure- seems kinda funny, dunnit?
Homecoming is next week... *looks sideways, shakes head* I can't believe it...
Get to play softball this weekend, hopefully. Maybe someone will be like, " Oh yeah, Abby! Great idea! I love it!" Probably not, but it could happen! *grins*

Yup... Prety boring. There are other things, but none of them are definite, so... let's jsut keep them outta here 'til I know for sure. BTW... I'm still here, not dead from cramps and whatnot, from that running the other night. Did I mention that I ran about 3 miles? And we're talking sprints, jogging, speed-walking to catch my breath, and more sprints! I'm so pleased with myself! Didn't know I could run that far. Of course, my legs are screaming at me to lay off this running, and concentrate more on things that take up less energy, and don't kill my knee quite so much. Such as... Duh duh DUH The friekin' mare that can't be ridden!!!

Yup, onto another subject. Does Clarissa know that the only reason why Dan hasn't kicked her ass out the door, is because I've been riding her steadily? I'll sure as hell bet she had a clue, seeing as the mare went from Red-hot angry every time she saw Ibn getting saddled, to whinnying whenever anyone came in hte door, cause she knew someone was gonna hop on. (Oh, who's the someone? That would be ME!!!) I mean, Geez! Does a little 3 minute walk around her paddock with Werdy watching at the gate, really that bad? I mean, we watched the damned colt! He stood right there and watched her the whole time. I would never let anything happen to him! Dammit! Granted, she did tell me not to ride, so... I can see her whole anger thing, but man... The mare's got thrush, she was bitchy angry enough so that I couldn't possibly do her feet without the threats of being kicked, and she was itchy... *sighs* Whatever. I can't do anything about it, screw it.

Well, enough for today! I've got my stress level down to about 4, then got it right back upto about 9! Woot! I love writing in here! It's so good for me! hehh! G'morning!