Yes. All in CAPS. I know some people equate this to SHOUTING over the Internet. Why? Does the volume suddenly go up in your brain when you read in all caps? Hum. I guess not for me, but obviously for some people. So, since some people consider it so offensive, of course I try not to do it too much. But, sometimes I just can't help myself.
So, this is my first blog here. I have a Myspace blog, www.myspace.com/coyoteblu74 (add me if your on there. I love new friends). I stumbled upon this blog site by googling Mike Rowe (my future husband and sweet baboo, I adore you) and finding a blog about him by Heather (the shake-shake? Is that right?). I read her blog and the following comments amongst a fit of giggles. So, I'm not the only one who loves Mike Rowe. Well, of course I'm not, but in my own little world, there is no one else but Mike and I. (Mike and Me? Who cares. We aren't exactly worried about grammar in my little world).
So, this is my first blog here. I have a Myspace blog, www.myspace.com/coyoteblu74 (add me if your on there. I love new friends). I stumbled upon this blog site by googling Mike Rowe (my future husband and sweet baboo, I adore you) and finding a blog about him by Heather (the shake-shake? Is that right?). I read her blog and the following comments amongst a fit of giggles. So, I'm not the only one who loves Mike Rowe. Well, of course I'm not, but in my own little world, there is no one else but Mike and I. (Mike and Me? Who cares. We aren't exactly worried about grammar in my little world).
If you don't know, Mike Rowe is the host of 'Dirty Jobs' and the voice on many other shows, like American Chopper and Deadliest Catch. He is not only lovely, his voice gives me happy shivers.
Am I obsessed? No, of course not. I'm firmly grounded in reality. I know I'll never meet Mike Rowe (or get to do the naked spoon with him, either. *sigh*) but a girl can dream, can't she?
I posted the first of many pictures of Mike on my Myspace page, and my very first comment was from my friend Lori, calling me a freaking stalker. With love, of course. (I'm not dangerous, Mike. I swear. At least not to you. No one else is really safe)
Oh, and I have to get this in here, since I'm thinking of Myspace (and talking about stalking people). Please, if you have a Myspace page, visit my friend Warchild there www.myspace.com/warchildone Listen to his music and please add him! I have met him, seen him perform live. He is wonderful and very gracious and deserves all the help he can get to make his dreams come true. But then, doesn't everyone?
Well, this rant is quickly spiraling out of control. I have the attention span of a four year old with ADHD. And having had (and still having) ADHD, I know what I'm talki...oh, look, a kitty...
So, what about me?
I'm 34. I don't mind telling anyone. I really don't understand these women who insist on staying one age forever, or who curl up into the fetal position when age is mentioned at all. Well, so what? Something should explain how wrinkly I'm getting. A few more years and I'm going to look like a bleached raisin. How do you try and tell someone you're 25 when you have a pot belly and crow's feet? Silly, if you ask me.
I've spent the last 15 years or so working (on and off) with horses. A path that has quickly lead to nowhere. I adore horses, but for most of us who work at the lower end of the racehorse world, there isn't much of retirement plan.
So, about five years ago I jumped ship and started working with Paso Finos. Pretty much the same deal there. A dead end on a dead end farm. I love the Paso breed, they are wonderful animals. I've also loved the TB racers and the occasional Arabs that I've worked with. They really don't deserve the reputation that they get, especially the Arabs. When handled correctly, they can be quite loving and even docile. When badly handled, an Arab horse can be a true nightmare. Definitely not a good horse to pick for a starter animal, unless very well trained.
I would say that I'm digressing, but to do that I think I'd had to have had a point to begin with. I started out talking about Mike Rowe, and ended up with horses. Two things I obsess about?
Mike Rowe on a horse. Ah....
Sorry, I went to my happy placed for a minute there.
So, anyway, at the moment I am an unemployed job-hunter living with my little brother and quickly running out of money. In short, I am a loser in most people's opinions.
But then, most people don't really know what life's all about.
Because who, at the end of their life, is going to lie on their death bed and think 'gee, I wish I'd worked harder at my boring, mind-numbing job?' I can tell you it won't be me.
I'll probably be lying thinking 'gee, I wish I'd watched more Anime. Can someone put in a DVD?'
Yeah, I'm one of those. Naruto, Bleach, Trigun, Inu Yasha, Trinity Blood... I read Shonen Jump, too. It's all my friend Brady's fault. He got me hooked on Ranma 1/2 when we were in the military together and it's been downhill ever since.
I'm hopelessly addicted to the Twilight books, I love reading Sherrilyn Kenyon, MaryJanice Davidson, Charles De Lint... Yeah, anything not stuck in this reality. I'M stuck in this reality. Why read about it, too??
Okay, well, I have a job interview Tuesday. See, I'm not a complete loser. I HAVE been looking. Mostly because no money=no food. Never a good thing. Plus, this looks like it could really be a decent opportunity. 401K and all. So, all thoughts and best wishes are appreciated! Thanks!

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