Sleepless in Idaho...
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orchidcactusFirst: Fic rec... updated my Dragon Age 2 reading links to include some pure smut goodness by littleblackdog. *fans self*
So, another one of those nights where I don't sleep... and not because I've been reading good fanfiction. *points vaguely at the last non-sleep post*
Random blathering is random...
Horses, like dogs or cats or other animals, need to be wormed periodically. Horse wormer is a thick paste, which comes in a tube with a plunger. (like a push-up pop)
In theory, one end of the tube (which the manufacturer so thoughtfully narrows into a tip) is put in the corner of the horse's mouth, the plunger is depressed, the wormer goes in, the horse swallows... and bam! your horse is wormed.
I know my readers are clever people. I'm sure you noted the 'in theory' part. Uh-huh. What really happens is your bitchy horse throws her head all over the place like you're trying to POISON her. Wormer goes all over her face, your hands, YOUR face, and possibly in your hair. (I say possibly because wormer and wormer-filled horse spit are pretty similar. Not that I'd know.)
Then, said horse spits it out. (Didn't know horses could spit, did you? I didn't either, until I met this particular mare.) Lather, rinse, repeat. *sigh*
Thankfully, Honey (yes, that's the mares name. appropriate, no?) is the worst of the bunch. After I convinced her it was futile to struggle with me (she must have realized having me attached to her for the rest of the day, hanging like a lumpy, noisy accesory from her halter, was unattractive), I was able to move on to the rest of the motley bunch.
Even the Ninja Pony behaved himself. Of course, I can put *him* in a headlock.
The rest of tonight, I'm going to try to write. I think changing the plot up in the current fic was a mistake. And not a happy little mistake. (Yeah, I know, it's 'accident'. Work with me, people.)
Big plans for tomorrow... no fanfiction reading/recs/writing... it's all about TSCC 102, baby.
So, another one of those nights where I don't sleep... and not because I've been reading good fanfiction. *points vaguely at the last non-sleep post*
Random blathering is random...
Horses, like dogs or cats or other animals, need to be wormed periodically. Horse wormer is a thick paste, which comes in a tube with a plunger. (like a push-up pop)
In theory, one end of the tube (which the manufacturer so thoughtfully narrows into a tip) is put in the corner of the horse's mouth, the plunger is depressed, the wormer goes in, the horse swallows... and bam! your horse is wormed.
I know my readers are clever people. I'm sure you noted the 'in theory' part. Uh-huh. What really happens is your bitchy horse throws her head all over the place like you're trying to POISON her. Wormer goes all over her face, your hands, YOUR face, and possibly in your hair. (I say possibly because wormer and wormer-filled horse spit are pretty similar. Not that I'd know.)
Then, said horse spits it out. (Didn't know horses could spit, did you? I didn't either, until I met this particular mare.) Lather, rinse, repeat. *sigh*
Thankfully, Honey (yes, that's the mares name. appropriate, no?) is the worst of the bunch. After I convinced her it was futile to struggle with me (she must have realized having me attached to her for the rest of the day, hanging like a lumpy, noisy accesory from her halter, was unattractive), I was able to move on to the rest of the motley bunch.
Even the Ninja Pony behaved himself. Of course, I can put *him* in a headlock.
The rest of tonight, I'm going to try to write. I think changing the plot up in the current fic was a mistake. And not a happy little mistake. (Yeah, I know, it's 'accident'. Work with me, people.)
Big plans for tomorrow... no fanfiction reading/recs/writing... it's all about TSCC 102, baby.
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Date: 2011-08-23 06:19 pm (UTC)Do you write fanfic too? I've been both reading and writing DA stuff lately and if you have anything to read. :)
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Date: 2011-08-23 09:01 pm (UTC)We have sort of a little hobby farm. Four horses, three ponies, goats, a handful of dogs, and a few, requisite, barn cats. The horses are mostly left over from when I did rescue, so, 'special needs' mutts... although my pride and joy is a Holsteiner/Trakehner.
I grew up riding western and trail riding only, but took dressage lessons last year and really enjoyed it. Some day, when I have the $$ I'll get back into it.
From the peek I took at your journal, it wouldn't surprise me if you were one of those scary three-day-eventer sorts. (And I mean that with total awe... I don't jump.)
Yes and no, on the fic... I did write a bit when I obsessed over Farscape (on ff.net by the same handle), but nothing in the DA realm right this second. Soon, I hope. Maybe. LOL I'm very slow. And fussy.
IIRC, your post on DA mentioned your ff.net handle. I'll have to go check it out. :)
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Date: 2011-08-24 04:36 pm (UTC)That reminded me of a funny story where mad killer geese came at my horse and I. Huey was a 16 1/2 hands monster, but he was such a fraidy cat and freaked when the geese started flapping. I was holding on for dear life as he ran around a tree and then jumped a cart.
I'm always looking for fun fic reading too, so I'll have to take a look. I've been working on a Cousland Warden fic, sort of dark fantasy, but also with silly humor. I'm learning to write more steamy stuff too. :P
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Date: 2011-08-24 03:57 pm (UTC)Siiiiggghhhh.... horses
:)
J
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Date: 2011-08-24 04:28 pm (UTC)Honey is the WORST. She actually purses her lips when she sees the tube. If she weren't Coby's I'd sell her. Maybe. Possibly.