All Actions Have Consequences.

Due to my commitment to spare all living things from needless suffering, I must, in good conscience, remain a devoted meat eater.

Starving to death seems a good deal more unpleasant than a quick blow to the head.

Pretty Ponies

Today is stadium at Rolex which is, of course, the final phase in a 3 Day Event. William Fox-Pitt is in the lead with his super talented horse, Bay My Hero, after a clean go yesterday. Finishing on one's dressage score is always a feather in one's cap. To finish 1st on one's dressage score is the only proper way to win Rolex.

And William is very, very proper.

Obviously, he's a Brit, and it would be excellent to see an American win our premier event, but among the horse set, Brits are like favorite cousins. We don't mind losing to them, they're family.

We hate losing to the Germans.

Running and Jumping

Rolex is running this weekend in Lexington, KY. Of course I am not in Lexington, KY, but safe at home overseeing horse, dog, cat, kid, and homestead. Farm Boy (hubby) is there, sending me reports on all the goings on.

Here's a quick snapshot of a coffin fence on the course today. No surprise why they call it a coffin! You do NOT want to die in that hole.

Photo: Erin Keating

Never look down when you approach a fence. Never. EVER. Look up and forward, where you want to go. The horse will feel your eyes. And your commitment. Honest. There is probably no other experience where you are as tuned into another living being as cross country, so that you move together as one without thought or hesitation -- except sex. Good sex. Great sex. Cross country is like great sex. At the end you are exhausted, sweaty, shaking, out of breath and exhilarated. Spent but victorious.

Here is a video of the sport back in the day when I was a young rider. These were my heroes. The elite in the sport.

The sport was different then, too. Much more a test of fitness, preparation and endurance. Cross country has been shortened in today's sport, to spare the horses. I honestly don't know whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. I know...me...indecisive. It happens.

But even shortened, those fences don't come down and the horses are still 1200 lbs and they are still traveling at over 20 miles per hour. And it is still some kick ass fun.

Kick ON!

HAPPY EASTER!

How Did Harry Reid Get Rich?

Remember when Reid was DEMANDING that Romney release his tax records? At least Romney made his money the hard way, he earned it. Reid made his money the old-fashioned way - he stole it.

HOW DID HARRY REID GET RICH?

Try this thought experiment. Imagine that someone grows up in poverty, works his way through law school by holding the night shift as a Capitol Hill policeman, and spends all but two years of his career as a public servant. Now imagine that this person’s current salary — and he’s at the top of his game — is $193,400. You probably wouldn’t expect him to have millions in stocks, bonds, and real estate.

Public servant, my ass.

Now I'm thoroughly confused.

Normally I feel as though I have a pretty good handle on the world around me and can make sense of even the most esoteric or random event, if given a few clues like context or timing or accomplices. But I just now casually checked my blogger stats page and, not surprisingly, after not posting anything of value for months, my readership has dwindled down to a few stalwart souls who are the type who probably would have still been bucketing water out of the Titanic as Jack and Rose went under.

That is not what struck me as completely unfathomable. I would have expected as much. It was when I searched down into the URL's of recent visitors that I had the shock of the day week.

I got a number of visitors from here:

http://forum.bible-discussion.com/newreply.php?do=postreply&t=30381

I kid you not.

I have absolutely no idea how, even with the tremendous power of GOOGLE, anyone from that forum would have found my blog.

But it did make me laugh. So there's that.

My Training Pyramid

When I was competing in Eventing, this should have been nailed to the barn door. Although, to be honest, I didn't need it to remember that hard liquor was at the top.

 

Hard liquor is always at the top. For when I run out of patience.

Good luck with this list.

HAHAHAHAHA! I can't even get my husband to do these things. The idea that I could have ever managed to get either of my children to do any of these things is simply hysterical.

Besides, I live in California. If I had even tried to get my kids to do any of these chores, I would have been interviewed by Child Protective Services. In California the little darlings get trophies for everything, have birthday parties where every child in the school is expected to be invited, and you're under performing as a meaningful parent if your precious child isn't scheduled for at least six activities every day after school. Chores? How incredibly plebeian.

But still...it would have been kind of nice to have had a little help.

Easter Crime Wave

And you thought little baby chickies were all innocent.

Yeah...right.....

Easter Is Too Close To Swimsuit Weather

I'm Surprised Rep. Gohmert Calls Holder "Sir".

Listen carefully. You don't want to miss our punk ass Attorney General, Eric Holder, threatening a member of Congress.

"Don't go there, buddy."

Don't go there? Really?

Don't. Go. There? Or what? Just what will you do, if he "goes there"?

The First Non-Lady

I have never been so ashamed to be an American as I am now. That we would have re-elected this administration...knowing we were rubber-stamping shitheads like Holder and Jarrett, as well as granting the lovely Mrs. Obama another four years as First Lady, is not simply embarrassing - it is the equivalent of getting thrown from a horse and landing, after a high acrobatic arc, flat on your back so hard that you gasp and thrash on the ground like a panicked fish.

It's been too long...and I still can't breathe.