Feeling poopy

[RodeoHunter]

Yikes how's that on the poopiness scale, now known as the whineyness scale.

**Member of the Ocularly Challenged Equine Support Group**

[Kryswyn]

Oh YES! Let's do talk about the price of home heating oil!

On January 12th I had 150 gal delivered for $240 bucks. Three WEEKS later I'm OUT of oil and my thermometer's set @ 62!

Three weeks??? I hadn't even paid the whole thing off yet! So back to Tractor Supply for more of those handy Holmes electric heaters, because even though my meter's spinning like a pinwheel, my electric bill's averaged for this year, so it's only $75 a month. Now NEXT year, it'll be gigantic just you wait.

~Kryswyn~
"Always look on the bright side of life, de doo, de doo de doo de doo"

[SBT]

I just upped the poopy ante, big time.

I was on my way to the barn at 8:00 this evening when my car hit a patch of black ice, skidded, spun, and crashed into the opposite guard rail.

I am very sore, very shook up (honestly thought I was going OVER that guardrail and down the steep hill/cliff on the other side) and my car is very broken. God knows what the insurance co. will do to my premiums.

And I didn't get to go see my horse.

'Scuse me while I go back to pondering the whole life/death/near miss thing...

Heart in a horse is every bit as important as it is in a person. ~Jimmy Cruise

[Dancing Lawn]

You know, the whole life/death thing is highly over-rated. I've been dead, so I know what that's like. It's like nothing, really. And in case you're wondering, i died of heart-failure when I was 32. In fact, the anniversary of my first death is coming up, on the 26th of Feb. My friends have a wake for me, every year. I was clinically dead for over 7 minutes. They did heart massage, and then got out the jumper cables. Dying was no big deal, I didn't feel a thing, but coming back was the most painful experience I've ever had. they kept me in intensive care for two weeks, and then I was off work for a ocuple of months. To keep this really poopy, when i called my manager at work, the day after I died, and told him what happened, he responded with: I don't care how sick you think you are, I want you back here, first thing tomorrow. And if you're REALLY not feeling well, I'll make you an appointment with the company doctor."
It was after that, that I bought the farm, quite the big city job, and changed my lifestyle, because you know what? Life really is too short. you have to make the most of it, while you're here, because, once it's over, it's over. Not that you'll know.
I'm glad you're okay.
If you'll excuse me, I have a wake to prepare for.

less hard work, more fine dining.
www.dancinglawnhorses.com updated Dec. 29/03

If guys can do it, how hard can it be?

[tosca4711]

<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by dancing lawn:
You know, the whole life/death thing is highly over-rated. I've been dead, so I know what that's like. It's like nothing,
&gt;Dying was no big deal, I didn't feel a thing, but coming back was the most painful experience I've ever had.
<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

I would guess that it's the part leading up to the dying that's so bad. To make this horsey, I always wonder when I fall off how much it's going to hurt.

Tosca

[This message was edited by tosca4711 on Feb. 08, 2004 at 02:52 PM.]

[barbarachloejosie]

you know DancingLawn's post should have been the end of this thread, but thats whats so great about poopiness, it goes on and on......

Barbara, just amazed at the range of life experience on this bb.

Standardbred Clique

[Dancing Lawn]

That would be me-Threadkillerextraordinaire!

less hard work, more fine dining.
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[foursocks]

My husband has a brain tumor. It used to be the size of his fist, but now (we think- we are waiting for his latest batch of MRIs to be analyzed) it is the size of a lima bean- he had surgery about a decade ago. The doctor told him: well, you have about a 50% chance of survival- so he started smoking again and had a big party with his friends the night before his surgery. Every year he used to get very depressed on the day he almost died, but now we drink lots of good wine and celebrate the day he lived, because I told him luck shouldn't be scoffed at or forgotten.

To keep this horsey, I would love to get him up on a horse, but if he falls off and cracks open his poor head, I'd feel pretty awful about it! Well, the brain tuomr didn't get you, but your wife and her horse-mania did!

And, to keep it poopy, my friend's trainer just lost her barn and home- her boyfriend's family couldn't decide how to split up their inheritance, so the farm, land, and house, which had been in the family for generations, went to auction and was sold to a developer. They have two months to move and find somewhere for their 15 horses. Yesterday my friend went to go ride and the only solution to the bad ground was to spread manure on it so the kids (and my friend) could hack their ponies through it. Talk about a poopy ride...

You can take a line and say it isn't straight- but that wont change its shape. Jets to Brazil

[Tomboy]

Can i join the poopy party?

I have not seen a horse in over a month.. i am in withdrawl. I have gained massive amounts of weight due to this withdrawl and its possible i will not see a horse untill June. Or possibly August. I hate School, with a passion.
Jr Year in highschool can die. I have spent too long working on a paper that is 10% of my yearly grade. It was due last monday, but im still recovering from sleep depravation. Since it was turned in, teachers have smacked us with extra work and i just have no motivation. This is totaling 6 hours of work a night. Midnight loves me, ive not been to bed earlier than that all year. Math class is going right over my head and frustrating me. My advisor for school is looking into other jobs, so she might not be back next year, leaving me with out some one i trust for my senior year. SAT scores can also die. My verbal and math had a large gap, even though they turned out well. Its enough of a gap to make you wonder, but not enough to make me have to retake it. The ACT has denyed my extened time request (I have a learning Disability) and its probable i will not win the apeal.
My best friend is spending more time with her boy friend. My dog just bit some one and could be put down or taken away and my mother is treatening to give her away. Thats on top of my sister's threats that my mare will have to go since money is getting tight.

My only cure: Chocolate. I just ate one large brownie.
Ahh, there. Much better. Any one got the number for Hersheys? I think we could buy the company and eat them out of house and home.

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Teen Clique, Selle Francais Clique, and of course
Riders of Rohan

“Life is not about how fast you run, or how high you climb, but how well you bounce.” –unknown

[Bugaboo]

I'm so relieved to see I'm not the only one feeling poopy. I feel for u all. Here's my story:

My job is giving me stress attacks and I'm desperetly trying to find another one, but to no avail.

I've hurt my back and I can't ride for a couple months. I've leased my horse to the barn so that she's being ridden and a little girl has started showing her. The bad part is that she's been winning alot (my horse is a great hunter ) and they get along really well. Now nobody at the barn thinks of her as my horse, but rather this little girl's horse now. But this is what really BURNS me: This girl has her OWN PONY that is too CRAZY to ride. Why she has this horse, I'll never know. I feel like I don't even have a horse anymore!

I go out to pamper her when I can, but I get these looks from some boarders, like they're saying "Why are you here? You don't even ride your horse and someone else is riding her better"

UGH! When I'm all healed, I'll show them all and kick some A$$

Whew! I feel a little better already. I love this thread

Good Luck to you all!!!!!

Member of: *Short,Stubby Leg Clique* *LOTR Junkie Clique* *Riders of Rohan*

[Dancing Lawn]

These last few posts have set me straight. Thanks, guys, for reminding me that my life isn't really very poopy, at all. I have my health, my home, my pets. My family is all well. Life is good. The only thing to worry about, now, is the poopy police. I'd better go hide from them, before they come after me.

less hard work, more fine dining.
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If guys can do it, how hard can it be?

[tcgelec]

I haven't riddenmy horse in two months. He is recovering from Lyme's disease, and even if he were perfect, we are, like everyone else in the Northeast, in a frozen tundra.
Any spare time is spent moving snow, dealing with the water when it melts, and dealing with the ice when it re-freezes. We had enough of a slight melt yesterday to put a nice new surface on the paddock skating rink. 5:30 this morning I was spreading used shavings around on top of it. Luckily, I've managed to get them out every day so they're pretty agile on the ice by now.

How do I deal with it? Trailer shopping! I'm spec'ing out a new custom built 2/3 horse convertible GN. Will I buy it? Maybe. Depends on if Buddy recovers from the Lymes without requiring additional tests/treatment for what were elevated liver enzymes. But I'm enjoying myself designing my dream trailer, and probably driving a couple of trailer dealers crazy in the process. Ahh they don't seem to be very busy anyway.

As has been said before, it's only a job if you'd rather be doing something else.

[Shameless Alter]

M E M O R A N D U M

To: Dancing Lawn

From: The Self Appointed Poopiness Police

Date: Feb 9, 2004

Re: Post at 06:31 AM

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Ms. Lawn

You have again been caught out making a positive post on the poopy thread. This is a blatant attempt to hijack aformentioned thread and will not be tolerated. If you are so cheerful, please start your own "Feeling Cheerful" thread in order that others might join in your merriment.

To add insult to injury, you KNEW you were violating the precepts of the poopithread and I here reproduce your comment:

<BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>The only thing to worry about, now, is the poopy police. I'd better go hide from them, before they come after me. <HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

For your information, the Poopmeister is everywhere. And the PoopPolice WILL find you. Make no mistake about that.

So mess up your act Missy ... and if you don't have anything poopy to say, don't say anything at all.

Signed: The Poopmeister.

(formerly Just Learning (and slowly))

[Empty Pocket]

OK kids....

I FINALLY got the motivation to see my poor beast of a horse last night, but guess what I discovered? It is really fricking hard to find a black horse wearing a navy blue blanket when it is dark out and there is no moon and you don't have a flash light!!!!

I searched the 15 acre field and called her for 20 minutes and gave up when I couldn't feel my toes....so I went into the barn to warm up and guess who was in a new stall? My horse!!!!!

On the bright side though (sorry JD) she was moved to the barn that I have been asking to be in because it is cheaper, but on the not so bright side, they lost her bucket.....

Still too fat to fit into my pants....

[Pol]

"searched the 15 acre field and called her for 20 minutes and gave up when I couldn't feel my toes....so I went into the barn to warm up and guess who was in a new stall? My horse!!!!!
On the bright side though (sorry JD) she was moved to the barn that I have been asking to be in because it is cheaper, but on the not so bright side, they lost her bucket.....
Still too fat to fit into my pants.... " ...JCS, you are going to have to get some pants that FIT or you will be too cold to ride!!

[Dancing Lawn]

I'M SORRY! I've offended the sensibilities of the Poopy Police, and have been rightfully called to order.
It's with a humbled spirit that I now relate to you, the sad story of my poopy morning. Today, I received five (5!) nasty e-mails re the EMG thread, some of them making false accusations, and making false claims! Some of those comments were also posted on the board.
I drove to Shelburn with my sister, to the grocery store for major $ day. None of the one dollar specials that we went for, were there. No $ per pound red or green grapes. No $ per 3lb. bag of apples. No $ redhots, that I never buy, but hey, for $, why not. No $ a bag potato chips. No $ bunch broccolli. Also, no orange juice, vegetable cocktail, cherry tomatoes, and there were a couple of other things. The sale only started yesterday.
So, drive up hwy. 24, in white-out conditions, to go skating. Get there, the rink has just been watered, it hasn't frozen yet. Head back home to Dundalk, figure I'll stop in town, get a new ink cartridge for the printer, and stop at the vet's, pay a bill. The vet isn't open. The computer store is closed. Gave up, came home, now I'm eating Hostess Twinkies.

less hard work, more fine dining.
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[Nauset]

Hey,
Who's still feeling poopy?
*raises hand*

How have you guys been?

*Member of the BLONDE Clique*
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[foursocks]

Well, the weather is nicer, but I *still* haven't ridden since January. It got nice last week and then I twisted my ankle.

Plus, we're broke and gas is very expensive- especially since I have to drive 68 miles each way to ride.

And, in a weird, masochistic turn against myself, I promised myself I wouldn't ride again until I finished the dissertation chapter I am currently (still) working on. Gah.

How is everyone else?

You can take a line and say it isn't straight- but that wont change its shape. Jets to Brazil

[Dancing Lawn]

Okay, I'll come back. One of my mares, who is scheduled to go to her new home in the U.S. has decided that she HATES people. She will not let anyone touch her. She bites, and strikes. The vet can't get near her. Tranq her, you say? We can't get close enough to stick her with anything. I've tried Atravet. Gave her three tablespoons. No help. Gave her 5 tbsp. Nothing. Gave her 7 Tbsp. Still not even slightly drowsy. Still can't get near her. I have her locked in a stall, and will try to make contact again, tomorrow. There's no way I can send her to her new home. All the others are fine. Friendly, come to me when I call, halters on and off, in the field, they're great, they've learned so much, in the time they've been here. But not this one. I'm getting really frustrated. HELP!

less hard work, more fine dining.
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[BelleBoyd]

Hi, thought I'd join in the poop slinging shenanigans! I just finished reading this whole thread and since I was cracking up the whole time, it actually made me feel better in an escapist kind of way, but...

I am originally from Tallahassee, FL, a lovely Southern town where you can ride all year long! Then, one night while I was asleep, an alien took over my body. Two weeks later, not realizing what I was doing, I packed up the dog, drove 900 miles north and ended up in West-By-God Virginia! (My best friend is from here and had moved back) Then the alien in me decided that since my horse was 18 and accustomed to living in the South, it would be unfair to haul him 900 miles to the snowy mountains, so I sold him. THEN, the alien decided to fall in love with someone here who has a 7-year-old son, a mother and a lunatic sister living with him. THEN, the alien moved in with him. That was 3 years ago and I finally crapped the alien and flushed him down the toilet (was that gross?? sorry!) Now, I'm myself, but where the he!! am I? who are these people living with me? and where is my god*&#@ horse!

One must think when looking at a horse in motion, that it hears music inside its head.