And so she goes on...

And on. And on.

Phones suck. Or, rather, lack of service sucks. Regardless...

My birthday is coming up. I'm going to be, sigh, 31. My mom offeredm e a year long membership to a gym, or mani's and pedi's... I opted - initially - for the gym, but tonight I told her that I wanted lessons.

Lessons, for those who don't know me, which is just about everyone, are hunt seat equitation or dressage lessons. It's been about five years since I had a formal trainer, and that is what I want. Yes, I still work with horses, and have since forever (which is no small feat for a city girl) - but since my accident I've somewhat relegated myself to ground work (and grooming, and lovins and scritches). I tried to post a picture of Petal, but it didn't come out..............................

Who cares. This is life. As a grown up. The party is over, and believe me I've partied hard. I actually got took for $30 this weekend, hittin' the street for dope. I'm an idiot. And now I'm going to go youtube some Will Ferrell, because he makes me laugh.

Hopefully this picture of my baby doll (not including my cats, or rats, or dog - but she is just my big baby doll) Triana will work.

Whatever.