tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79360262009-07-09T03:32:03.126-05:00the latest slubSlubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.comBlogger385125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-19779324191464526002009-06-15T02:57:00.001-05:002009-06-15T03:00:20.298-05:00and then I fell out of my chair.<span style="font-style: italic;">"</span><span class="txt10p"><span style="font-style: italic;">This influence can introduce much pleasantness into your life through good times, agreeable relationships, sexual attraction and friendship. The problems that you will confront during this time are: overindulgence, lack of self-discipline, and unwillingness to work. T</span><img style="font-style: italic;" src="http://www.astro.com/im/hk278/t134.gif" align="left" border="0" height="132" vspace="0" width="284" /><span style="font-style: italic;">his influence does not fit you for demanding work or trying situations, for you are likely to be lazy and unwilling to rouse yourself. If you don't have to accomplish anything, there is nothing wrong with this mood. In fact it is a good time to take it easy. But be careful not to overindulge in food or drink; today's good feelings may be tomorrow's headache! Your creative energies are stimulated, but you may lack the creative self-discipline that can turn a random outpouring of feelings into an artistic medium and disciplined art."</span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.astro.com/horoscope">astro.com</a>. GO. Know the EXACT minute you were born please.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-1977932419146452600?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-47426462932830639202009-06-12T04:11:00.005-05:002009-06-12T04:22:25.078-05:00stumbled upon me, as I did upon it<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px VAG Rounded Light"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I know marketing well. I, myself market. I hold pride sometimes in my outstanding knowledge of the game. Its very hard to sell me with your broad impersonalized target techniques. It is an easy walk by and I fundamentally pay no attention to any corporations generalizations.</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px VAG Rounded Light; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px VAG Rounded Light"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Not long ago a good deal approach me in the most creative of ways. In a social networking setting, I looked at the advertisements. I was monetary lured when I realized that over the years of the product's up and down market values and repeated loss of investors, the genuine value of said product had not changed in many years. Not in face value at least. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px VAG Rounded Light; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px VAG Rounded Light"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'm not really sure how I can go and make a statement like that because I haven't even set my eyes on the actual investment. But what I can tell you is that the direct marketing tactics that are being displayed by the franchise after they grew witness to my inquiries are mucho outstanding. So outstanding in fact, that I am allllmost willing to purchase sight unseen. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px VAG Rounded Light; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px VAG Rounded Light"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This franchise is only working with the very best of copywriters, brainiacs and satirical humorists. Also he has looked into re-viving attention grabbing sales techniques that have been long since forgotten. The personal approach. That's what will make me pull. Thank you!</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px VAG Rounded Light; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px VAG Rounded Light"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'm inquisitive mostly. Doubtful hardly. I will watch silently by, for moments unlearned. I will take every emotional selling point in consideration. In my own time. I will notice the jealously I feel when others talk of the franchise before I get to view let alone commit to anything. Your adaptable proficiency will and should make me this way. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px VAG Rounded Light; min-height: 15.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px VAG Rounded Light"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Usually if the investment seems too good to be true- what is it? I'm not going to go on and focus on what "might" happen or what "could" happen because well, my gut tells me not to think that way in this case. Perhaps it was just that the failed investors weren't meant to be part of that universal deal in the first place? </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px VAG Rounded Light"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px VAG Rounded Light"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">But. I mean, the nest is all I've got. How will I know exactly when to sign on the line? Without questions? Without fears of losing everything that I've built </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">without</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> assisted incentives of emotional and physical profits?  I've made investments before. None up to now have been successful. Most just ran their course of years. A few I pulled out of immediently. A few I lingered a little longer than my money was worth. But either way I'm sick of it. I want to make an investment in something real, that will be appreciating every living breathing day. </span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 14.0px VAG Rounded Light"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I'm wondering if such has just stumbled upon me, as I did upon it.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-4742646293283063920?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-10286067207404122682009-06-04T02:33:00.002-05:002009-06-04T02:38:56.885-05:00an afternoon exchangeWith one of my best friends. On ze Facebook.<br /><br />Leggs: " ...is blah blah tunnel n light n stuff!"<br /><br />me "your right sister! I'm crackin up"<br /><br />L <span style="font-style: italic;">"What came first the light or the tunnel?"</span><br /><br />m "the accident inside."<br /><br />L <span style="font-style: italic;">"Lol. Anywho back to that tunnel...."</span><br /><br />m "no use. you wont get to that point. too much romantics variables involved. that's a GOOD thing."<br /><br />m "and you know your kind of "romantics" of course."<br /><br />L <span style="font-style: italic;">"U make me lose my s***"</span><br /><br />m "now you have me laughing really hard. you choose to edit your words on FACEBOOK?! ilu."<br /><br />L <span style="font-style: italic;">"I have students..... And I'm mature!!"</span><br /><br />m "we need to call it a day right here. I just hit a STOP SIGN. wheew."<br /><br />L<span style="font-style: italic;"> "Never dood. I don't have a stop sogn remember?"</span><br /><br />m "good thing I got a few here and there. randomly."<br /><br />L<span style="font-style: italic;"> "Oh yeah! Your the best! Lmfao...."</span><br /><br />m "your students know what that means."<br /><br />L <span style="font-style: italic;">"No way dood"<br /><br /></span>Its all about the volley with a good friend. Happy.<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-1028606720740412268?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-69326785907601088182009-05-24T02:39:00.002-05:002009-05-24T02:52:48.910-05:00a few tracks laterBen Harper is singing about how it wouldn't have worked out anyway. And that for now its just another lonely day. So then a few tracks later he's telling everyone he's gonna burn one down. I got it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-6932678590760108818?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-91291681010330739132009-05-02T01:56:00.003-05:002009-05-02T02:00:53.948-05:00Reloaded.<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/3493577766/" title="reloaded by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3661/3493577766_edcb82ce6b_o.jpg" alt="reloaded" height="533" width="400" /></a><br />I finally went to the grocery store. This is a very good thing. So good in fact that I <span style="font-weight:bold;">had</span> to post it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-9129168101033073913?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-32288387757952964702009-04-29T11:24:00.000-05:002009-04-29T11:27:54.750-05:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/3486580984/" title="dscn0194 by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3366/3486580984_479b3a6580_o.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="dscn0194" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-3228838775795296470?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-71580567613783161052009-04-25T00:04:00.002-05:002009-04-25T00:07:52.273-05:00I'm NOT one of those people...that BRAKES on a highway "on" ramp.<br /><br />It's like a dam runway people. GET. OFF. THE. BRAKES. (!)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-7158056761378316105?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-77319866525602850552009-04-03T22:59:00.002-05:002009-04-03T23:05:00.827-05:00delicious hair.<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/3411087490/" title="Kate's hair by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3552/3411087490_ca33810df1_o.jpg" width="288" height="234" alt="Kate's hair" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">From Episode 11 </span><a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://fep.abc.go.com/fep/player?src=abccomjs&amp;show=93372&amp;pn=index&amp;showId=93372">"Whatever Happens, Happens."</a><br /><br />I like Kate.<br />I love Evangeline Lilly's hair in this episode.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-7731986652560285055?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-82625352080928785932009-04-02T16:01:00.001-05:002009-04-02T16:05:49.050-05:00aghhh! what's in the BOx?So, I go out to get my mail today and there is a package at my front door. I wondered for a second if I really ordered that bridle I was looking at online the other night. Walked over, picked it up.<br />Hm. It's from Amazon. Hmmmm. It's actually addressed to "16", and I am "18".<br />First gut instinct says: "oh, I'll just take it up to 16 and drop it off."<br />I shook the box.<br />HHHHmmMMMM...<br />Amazon<br />sells<br />EVERYTHING.<br />HMMMmm.<br />Owh Hell.<br />I open the cardboard shoe size box.<br /><br />Inside I see a Nikon Cool pix camera and a small book titled "If the Buddah Dated: A handbook for finding Love on a spiritual Path"<br /><br />I am DYYYYYYYYING for a little point and shoot camera. I look for them on ebay all the time.<br />Nikon is my camera of choice.<br />and if you know me well, the book is quite appropriate. LOL.<br /><br />I'm standing there staring at the highly desired items in this box- FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!<br /><br />I am an honest person, and whenever these kinds of "tests" are presented to me I will choose good karma and be honest. It's a scorpio thing. It usually gets me in trouble, or in debt, or nothing at all except the knowledge that I am living my life to my standards of being a nice human.<br /><br />But. I will stir over it. For a moment.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-8262535208092878593?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-74345505274198223572009-03-11T16:54:00.005-05:002009-03-11T17:38:36.590-05:00the story of the story of the story of bad mouse karmaI couldn't believe that the sign said <span style="font-style: italic;">" ALL THE TAFFY YOU CAN FIT IN THIS BAG FOR $1.50"</span><br />The sweet smells that are piped into the crowd get me <span style="font-weight: bold;">everytime</span>.<br />So heck, I went in the largest candy store on Main Steet.<br />Stuffed that little bag so full I would have enough taffy until at least September!<br /><br />Later, while standing in line for Soarin' I plopped the seventeenth piece of taffy into my mouth.<br />It was kinda crunchy (?)<br />I don't know I just thought that maybe it was the little dried crunchy ends of the taffy...<br />...and then it all hit me.<br />The tootsie roll pop incident in high school!The dive into the pool! The walking into the door!<br />MY tongue felt my front teeth.<br />Yup.<br />I just crunched the bonding of my tooth.<br />I spit the whole glob of taffy out into the paper wrapper.<br /><br />Teah was on the phone with her boyfriend and looked at me wondering what the hell I was doing.<br />I'm rapidly pointing at my mouth, she's got a puzzled look on her face and says <span style="font-style: italic;">"what???"</span><br />more rapid pointing.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"WHAAAAAAAAt???"</span> she says again.<br />How could she not notice? It feels like half my tooth is gone!!! I'm not taking "WHAT" for a reaction.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"doode, MY TOOTH. LOOK AT MY TOOTH!!!!!!"</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"owh. it's not that bad." </span>and she continues talking to her boyfriend.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3474/3347124673_185b74bd36_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 133px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3474/3347124673_185b74bd36_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>I was crushed. I was going to South Beach the NEXT DAY.<br />I'm not a very vain person, but for god's sake I'm basically average in every physical and cleavage-ical way and my smile- I need that!<br /><br />I thought about it later.<br />I just wondered if it was the mouse's way of dishing me some bad karma back because I kinda dropped the f-bomb in the middle of the light parade (you know, the one with all the CHILDREN watching?) with enthusiasm to say the least. My friend instantly scolded me which was very bona fide because I mean, you know-<br />in the crowd of 10,000 children you could have heard a pin drop.<br /><br />DO you know that they block off ALL of main street a good 45 mins before the parade even starts? Nope, can't even run-like-the-wind across.<br />And obviously, can't cuss about it either.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-7434550527419822357?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-65546631457968623892009-03-09T14:44:00.005-05:002009-03-11T16:54:50.708-05:00I'm running in and out of houses.I have really crazy dreams. This happens often and I will usually wake up with my heart beating real fast and I'm sweaty.<br /><br />I'm always running. Physically RUNNING somewhere. Usually I am running to get away from someone. Or I'm running to get help from someone. Or running to find the men that my grandfather told me to go see if I ever had a *problem* that hang out in the back rooms of italian restaurants...so they can help me hide a BODY.<br /><br />Last night I was running from a vicious pit bull on a leash. He was coming after me and the man holding him back said "owhhhh, he's jus playin."<br />-buLLLLLLshit!<br /><br />The other constant is a house. There is always a house involved. I'm running in and out of houses.<br /><br />It was a house that a group of people and I stayed in-and JUST left. I should have written it down, because I remembered vividly when I awoke. I had to go back to get something. When I arrived there were a whole bunch of really really weird people there. Like gypsies, fraternity boys and the family from texas chainsaw massacre.<br />yah.<br /><br />ok, well maybe not fraternity boys, but you get my drift.<br /><br />The house was on a hill in the woods. As I made my way to the door I walked up into the foyer and this man with this crazed dog appeared. At first I ignored him because I just needed to get my stuff. Then I realized that he was taunting him to attack me. As I ran down the steps pleading for him not to let the dog loose I tripped. The dog nipped me. I looked up and saw a door so I scurried through it. It was a plain wood paneling room, very small. I realized that there was another door so I swung it open anticipating freedom of the outdoors.- So that I can RUN some more.<br /><br />As I pushed the second door open it stopped abruptly. It hit something. A person I thought. I said "I'm sorry who ever is in there." and turned to go back OUT the door I came in.<br /><br />there was no way to tell if there was even a door there now.<br />I was trapped in this room and no idea what or WHO was in the other little room next to me....<br /><br />I woke up.<br /><br />I'm looking in my "Freud's Interpretation of Dreams". Volkelt believed that dreams took place not only on a mental level but a physical level also. "The human body as a whole is pictured as a house by dream-imagination and the separate organs of the body by portions of a house. In dreams with a dental stimulus, an entrance hall with vaulted roof corresponds to the oral cavity..."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3543/3342331344_019199ef74_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 178px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3543/3342331344_019199ef74_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> I am getting a FIFTH wisdom tooth right now.<br />yah. I'm 36.<br />The bonding came off my front tooth, an ordeal which is causing me much anxiety.<br /><br />I guess I didn't stick around long enough because it also says that the actual organ will openly reveal itself at the end of the dream - I would be pulling my tooth out in my dream.<br />But the other writers thought that this was a bunch of bull.<br />HOLY crap...<br />female area and genitals are regarded as "the bottom" = where I was trying to go.<br />Steps, ladders, staircases are represented as sexual act= walked up steps and tripped back down.<br />"smooth" walls of which the dreamer climbs, the facades of houses correspond to erect human bodies= the walls of the tiny room were SMOOTH. PLAIN. PANELING.<br /><br />(AHHHHHHHAA! it's getting really weird! this is all on the same page in the book!)<br /><br />"wood" seems from its linguistic connections to stand in general for female "material"=SMOOTH. PLAIN. PANELING. WOOD.<br /><br />I gotta think about this.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-6554663145796862389?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-7070290852397214162009-03-06T02:28:00.002-06:002009-03-06T02:29:25.429-06:00My horse telling me to bug off with his Jolly Ball<object height="265" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCC1jlO3DAk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCC1jlO3DAk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-707029085239721416?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-82515296394322862452009-03-06T02:23:00.000-06:002009-03-06T02:24:31.945-06:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/3332038037/" title="img_1712 by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3298/3332038037_3871b3d99c_o.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="img_1712" /></a><br />My pone-pone is georgeous.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-8251529639432286245?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-12358361528335160552009-02-24T10:59:00.004-06:002009-02-24T11:10:37.206-06:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/3288603249/" title="Abrcrombie horse Blanket by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3244/3288603249_e6d3615972_o.jpg" alt="Abrcrombie horse Blanket" height="320" width="400" /></a><br /><br />Leggs handed me this blanket and said "here, see if this fits dusty."<br />"OMG! it looks like an old school blanket! so cool. It looks like Abercrombie and Fitch's version of a horse blanket!"<br />I picked it up and flipped it over...see the letters on it??<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-1235836152833516055?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-75169559361776112952009-02-17T20:30:00.002-06:002009-02-17T20:38:39.052-06:00Deductive reasoning with horses.Get horse out of stall and put him in the crossties.<br />Grab curry and start circling on shoulder.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">dancie-dancie</span> "NO".<br />Put less than favored curry back in box.<br />Take out Soft brush.<br />(no curry=no hard brush)<br />start brushing shoulder.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">dancie-dancie</span> "NO".<br />face.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">dancie-dancie</span> "NO".<br />butt.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">dancie-dancie</span> "NO".<br />Horse in good mood.<br />?<br />legs. <span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><br />see ankle swollen like big fupa.<br />place hand on ankle.<br />horse stands still.<br />Lowers head.<br />Licking chewing.<br /><br />that's pretty much the system of talking to a horse.<br />Isn't it wonderful?!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-7516955936177611295?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-78607915679197818172009-02-17T19:58:00.002-06:002009-02-17T20:30:06.719-06:00"Thoroughbreds. I know. Right?"<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/3288603485/" title="Dusty &amp; Fidelio by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3280/3288603485_0afa30160a_o.jpg" alt="Dusty &amp; Fidelio" height="300" width="400" /></a><br /><br />Here is Dusty (16.0h) standing next to <a href="http://steechez.blogspot.com/2008/12/ring-ring.html">Belda's</a> Holstein-prehistoric-beast, Fidelio. Dusty is in the pasture with Fidelio's friend, Kaileif and he really wants to join them. I'm not sure Dusty is in shape enough to run from that thing but it's looking like later rather than sooner. Even though I'm sure they will get along together, over the gate they were playing lets bite necks and faces as I watched Dusty kick the gate. When I went out to get him I noticed some blood on his front fetlock. Felt it. Tasted his blood. HAAAAAAA just kidding. NO biggie, a little scratch. <a href="http://steechez.blogspot.com/2008/05/riddled-with-mosquito-bites.html">I dressed it</a>. Hosed it. Gave it a kiss.<br />Well, TODAY his left front fetlock was so swollen that I could barely see a fetlock at all. (this is when I take a deep long breath alllll the way from my diaphram) and say..."Thoroughbreds. I know. Right?"<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-7860791567919781817?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-21215027208281495092009-02-17T18:18:00.006-06:002009-02-17T19:38:03.190-06:00I have a cannon of an arm that can fire a dandy brush at his head faster than madge to kaballah school.Dusty has been ultra sounded and cleared for walk, trot.<br />whew.<br />whew.<br />yaH.<br />FUCK YAH!!<br />I kinda knew he was ready. He was pretty much telling me, with his out-of-nowhere outbursts of temper. His really lovely shark bite when I'm least expecting it is nice, his rearing out-of-nowhere while being led is pretty great too. No worry, I have a cannon of an arm that can fire a dandy brush at his head faster than you can get madge to kaballah school. But really. He was feeling like cantering around the pasture. He didn't want to canter at all when he was hurt and in a decent size pasture. He's feeling good, doing flying changes so smooth it made me pee my pants a little.<br /><br />Don't worry, I didn't let this happen for long. I was running out to the pasture to be the party pooper. He's in a smaller pasture when I'm not there.<br /><br />I've ridden him a just few times since the vet saw him over three weeks ago. As I placed the saddle pad on his back for the first time after five and a half months he stepped aside and turned his head. He wanted to <span style="font-style: italic;">see</span> it. That's it.<br /><br />He wants to <span style="font-weight: bold;">see</span> everything. If I try to pick his feet before showing him that I have the hoof pick in my hand he will not pickup his feet. He'll just keep tickling the back of my neck with his nose if I try. I know this sounds like a bad habit to some, but he's still a young horse. I let him and encourage him to show his youthful personality (as long as he's not being snarky). Maybe he's a very visual horse as I am a very visual person. He's smart like me because knows the power of <span style="font-weight: bold;">the tickle</span>...<br />-------------------------------------<br />It was ultra fab to be on his back again as we walk around. He is absolutely (even after all his time off) the best moving horse I have ever worked with. Granted, I have never got to have a full lesson on a school master, and a lot of my feeling is because he is the youngest horse I've ever worked with but really, you would like riding him. I sure do.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-2121502720828149509?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-91380827873246117112009-01-21T17:05:00.003-06:002009-01-21T17:21:36.366-06:00very not necessaryThere was a bomb threat placed to the Pentagon today. It came from a coin phone in Destin. Destin is about 40 minutes east of here...Did you know that in 1978 they recaptured Ted Bundy here in Pensacola?<br /><br />oh, and also? As I was driving in my neighborhood yesterday I glanced over to see a house that I always walk my dog by...<span style="font-style: italic;">"ow, well would you look at that?"</span> A house in the neighborhood has thought it useful in hanging two flags out on the historical day. I was just not too sure the one with the big red one with the X through it was necessary. Yah, I'm pretty sure it was VERY not necessary.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-9138082787324611711?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-24016639801730902882009-01-17T02:17:00.002-06:002009-01-17T02:33:28.157-06:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/3202611797/" title="Susan Tedeschi Conan by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3090/3202611797_58e1e9a626_o.jpg" width="400" height="236" alt="Susan Tedeschi Conan" /></a><br /><br /> National television coverage is not what finally makes this one successful. That happened the first time he picked up the bass. For this one it is definitely all of his hard work combined with a natural talent to vomit. That means <span style="font-style: italic;">really rock out</span>.<br /><br />His first time on National television with a band that he deserves to be in, with his best friend on the drums. Conan Obrien show with Susan T. Pretty exciting!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-2401663980173090288?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-17710355660573570362009-01-10T01:23:00.002-06:002009-01-10T01:27:22.951-06:00Five ElementsThis wonderful <a href="http://www.spiritessence.com/index.php?action=library&amp;act=show&amp;item=horsesthefiveelementsandessences">holistic horsecare site </a>is where you can learn about the five elements and which one your horse is. I was very excited to see that Dusty fits the description of the FIRE HORSE perfectly. Which one is your horse?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-1771035566057357036?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-30818543440368537562009-01-05T21:42:00.002-06:002009-01-05T22:28:17.714-06:00I just saw a commercial for the ASPCA. They have the wonderful Sarah McLachlan as a sponsor and one of her saddest-day-of-your-life songs playing in the background as they show photos of the saddest most helpless looking puppies and kitties. I couldn't make myself stop looking as tears came streaming down my face.<br /><br />Good thing I don't have a farm. I would adopt animals from the pound with reckless abandon. The best I can do at this point is donate and take the pledge to be aware of animal cruelty. <a href="http://www.aspca.org/site/PageServer">Why don't you?</a><br /><br />Please give your puppy or kitty or pony a big kiss. Get on the floor and roll around with your dog. If they could speak with words they would thank you for all the love and care you give to them. I speak of the love I have for my horse often, but I love my rescued/stray dog just as "Mutch".<br /><br />And to all the people I know with a menagerie of critters <span style="font-style: italic;">"Thank you, you're awesome."<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-3081854344036853756?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-41106571455944749482008-12-23T01:41:00.001-06:002008-12-23T01:49:09.350-06:00FaaaHHHREEEZinggg.It's gonna be like <a href="http://steechez.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-took-ride-up-to-my-parents-lakehouse.html">that</a>, huh?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-4110657145594474948?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-20140696734909692442008-12-20T01:46:00.003-06:002008-12-20T02:07:22.450-06:00Mutch and his BFF<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/3120724453/" title="Mutch. You can callhim Munch if you like to. by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3209/3120724453_e2fde00fac_o.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="Mutch. You can callhim Munch if you like to." /></a><br />This dog keeps coming to my door at random times barking and whining incessantly until I let Mutch out. I think he has taken my dog as his best friend. It's really a cute thing and it cracks me up when I hear his whining coming from outside. He stopped by this afternoon for some playtime. He has a collar on one out of every three times he comes over.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/3121549712/" title="Mutch. You can callhim Munch if you like to. by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3119/3121549712_cf7d0d2401_o.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="Mutch. You can callhim Munch if you like to." /></a><br />Young dogs LOVE Mutch. It's really an odd thing because my dog is grouchy and crabby when others want to play. He will chase them off until he gets so fed up and only then will he start running around and playing. At the dog park he just wants to hang out with the girl of his choice and be chill and he gets pestered by all the lab puppies. Very entertaining. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/3120725031/" title="Mutch. You can callhim Munch if you like to. by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3249/3120725031_b0eb8eaa00_o.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="Mutch. You can callhim Munch if you like to." /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/3121551012/" title="Mutch. You can callhim Munch if you like to. by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3208/3121551012_a43f8caf40_o.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="Mutch. You can callhim Munch if you like to." /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/3120725725/" title="Mutch. You can callhim Munch if you like to. by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3096/3120725725_d9b9e214f0_o.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="Mutch. You can callhim Munch if you like to." /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-2014069673490969244?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-63747177270077765762008-12-20T01:36:00.002-06:002008-12-20T01:45:55.830-06:00Here are a few shots around the new barn.<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/3121564184/" title="Dusty new barn by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3116/3121564184_4312901da6_o.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="Dusty new barn" /></a><br />Part of Belda's menagerie of dogs is Ali the Afghan. He's sneaky. As soon as you turn to walk off he sneaks up and gooses you.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/3121564720/" title="Dusty new barn by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3107/3121564720_456ee5bf5d_o.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="Dusty new barn" /></a><br />the back of the barn. <br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/3120738715/" title="Dusty new barn by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3238/3120738715_166ee52c7e_o.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="Dusty new barn" /></a><br />Faluke heading out to play. He's a 25 year old TB, a sweet sweet guy.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/3121565232/" title="Dusty new barn by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3226/3121565232_8546b6a9ee_o.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="Dusty new barn" /></a><br />I have Dusty in the small turnout. I love the wooden fences.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/3120739065/" title="Dusty new barn by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3246/3120739065_83032e6c28_o.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="Dusty new barn" /></a><br />The riding arena.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-6374717727007776576?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7936026.post-61998145741713892812008-12-20T01:08:00.002-06:002008-12-20T01:29:49.332-06:00<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/3121565938/" title="Dusty new barn by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3131/3121565938_e3e18b1609_o.jpg" width="400" height="302" alt="Dusty new barn" /></a><br />Look at Dusty, he was yawning. His eyes are bright again. He is defiantly happier here. I'm thinking that the herbs and chiropratic worked out for him also. I took these photos today.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/3120739887/" title="Dusty new barn by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3172/3120739887_264b9b8399_o.jpg" width="300" height="400" alt="Dusty new barn" /></a><br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/thelatestslub/2092222711/" title="1204071250a by The Latest Slub:, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2308/2092222711_9d47e1ebfd_o.jpg" width="400" height="300" alt="1204071250a" /></a><br /><i> a simular photo from about this time last year.</i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7936026-6199814574171389281?l=steechez.blogspot.com'/></div>Slubhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14900609344505957607noreply@blogger.com0