Timelies! I'm up and at work. Oh flipping joy. I'm here for a few hours then off to the hospital to visit my mom. Then back home for homework.

I'm tired of my life right now.

{{{Maidengurl}}}

Can we have a tired-of-my-life party?

Anytime, darlin.

::note to self - leave clothes in SF and pack Maidengurl instead::

Maidengurl, do you like Singaporean food? Matt B. and I were talking about getting together a group to go to Shiok! [link] soon.

Someone come rescue me, Nicole was growling at me. I told her that Orlando Bloom was not hers to bogart. The response was not at all what I expected. So much for want, take, have.

Perkins - I have been to Singapore...would love to check it out. Any chance you would like to come to my place for dinner Monday night? I could pick up the girls and then you could head over after work????

Nicole - if only. Seriously. I am going to HAVE to bug work about sending me to Corporate so I can visit on their dime!!!

Sail - Nicole is so cute when she growls. Just distract her with a cute baby, or a naughty worm and grab the Orlando.

My cold seems to have come back. Bother. And it's Sunday, which means I have a GRE class this afternoon and have to go back to work tomorrow. I don't wanna! I wanna lounge on my couch with my kitties and watch Firefly DVDs instead.

Okay, so I learned something new about myself yesterday -- I am utterly terrified to ride a horse.

My cousin moved way the hell out to Indiana, and she and her husband have 21 acres, a barn, and a wee cute little house. Their place is like summer camp. Or, alternately, one can see the potential for a Waco-esque compound to develop there.

They have 2 horses, who are big marshmellows tempermentally, though one had this thing where he really liked to nuzzle my hand, lick it, and then take my fingers in his teeth -- though *not* bite. I think he was checking for treats.

Anyway. I have no problem being around horses -- that doesn't scare me. But the kids started clamoring to ride, and so my cousin saddled one up, and led the kids on horseback around the pasture. Then the adults started to decide that *they* wanted to ride. So I said sure.

At that point, I still had no idea the mind-numbing terror this would cause. All I thought was "Horsie! Cool!"

So I climb on up, and the saddle starts sliding to the side, b/c it wasn't tight enough, but since the kids weigh a HELL of a lot less than I do, their weight didn't move the saddle. But the Teppy booty did.

I didn't scream or anything -- I'm not like that anyway, and I wasn't about to startle the horse whose back I was on. I just got all bug-eyed and my voice went up about 3 octaves and I said "Um, I think the saddle is slipping! Saddle slipping! Seriously! Slipping to the side right NOW and I don't want to fall off!"

My cousin took one look, said "Fuckshithell," and tightened up the saddle. So at least I wasn't overreacting -- it really *was* too loose.

But then -- there's really nothing to hold onto up there, really. And I experienced sheer fucking terror. It felt like I was 10 stories up and about to fall on my head. So we ambled around the paddock at a sedate pace, and then I announced I was done, no need to go out into the pasture like the other adults had.

I have never been so relieved in my life as I was when I got off the horse.

I had NO idea that would freak me out so much. I think maybe I need to take riding lessons, just to get past the fear. Granted, it's not like I'm faced with "You must ride this horse to get the medicine for your dying aunt RIGHT NOW," or anything, but damn. I didn't know I had such horseriding fear, and I'd like to get over it.

I just wrote the rough draft of an assignment that is due tomorrow. I don't feel it is very good, but am trying to adhere to the "good enough" philosophy.

Again, your homework experience is mirroring my DH's. Although in his case, he wrote a really excellent draft of the assignment 2 months ago, and then apparently deleted or overwrote it. We weren't able to recover it. So he hustled to re-write it, and settle for "good enough."

I told him there's a lesson here: ALWAYS PROCRASTINATE.

I hereby decree that no Bitches shall have to be at work or be sick on a weekend.