O_o
Today has been bad and now it's maybe turned good. I don't know.
It started off alright. I went to URI and got my books for Ancient Philosophy-- only about $20. Looks like we'll be concentrating on Plato and Aristotle's works. I've already been flipping through them and they look interesting. :p
Anyway, you may know that I've been planning to go for a trail ride at Goddard Park. Originally I had planned on doing it today, but then I heard it was supposed to rain so I decided not to. Sure enough, I woke up this morning and it was perfectly sunny out. Cloudy, yes, but sunny. So, I decided I'd wait til after lunch and then see how it was and maybe I would still go afterall.
1 o'clock rolled around and I decided to go. I put some older jeans on, grabbed my riding helmet, now all I needed were my stable boots. Last time I knew, they were in the laundry room, behind the hamper. I went downstairs to get them. . .but they weren't there.
Hm. So I went back upstairs and looked all around my room. Nope. Checked the closets upstairs. Still no. Started digging through closets downstairs, still wasn't seeing them.
My Mom noticed my searching and asked what I was looking for so I told her. She started looking in all the places I already checked (sounds a lot like the ASU ticket fiasco, eh?) and of course, she didn't see them either.
Until.
"You know what, I think I might have put them in the garage," she said.
I blinked.
We went in the garage and looked around, but no boots were to be found. Since my Dad was in there, he asked what we were looking for. When we told him about my boots, he was like "Oh, those probably got thrown out. I figured you didn't want them anymore since they were out here."
So THEN I was like "Why would you put them in the garage in the first place!?" to my Mom, since, well, why would she have? They were dirty, yes, but they were STABLE BOOTS. Stables aren't pristine places. Of course my Mom just gave some flip answer like "I didn't think you were using them anymore."
Grrr. WTF-ness.
Well, I was totally not in the mood for riding anymore, but I did still have to go to the bank. I just put some sneakers on and decided that I'd go anyway if I felt like it after the bank. But of course I then forgot my helmet and didn't realize it til I was at the market. That basically sealed my decision to just go look around Allie's instead and then go home.
Looked around Allie's for a few minutes and then decided to check out the bulletin boards like I always do. One ad caught my eye. A small, private barn is looking for someone to feed and turn out their three horses every morning. That's not too unusual. What I noticed was that the person to ask for is "Sharon." I took down the AOL addy that was on the paper and decided to look up the member profile once I got home.
I did. The girl's name in the profile is Lilly.
I know these people. Sharon is the Mom and Lilly is her daughter, who was quite young at the time, and they also rode and kept horses at Faith Hill Farm. Sharon was one of the few people myself and my parents could actually stand at the barn, in fact my Mom still chats with her occasionally when they run into one another at the market.
I am tempted to call and be like "Hi, remember me?" She thought I was a good person back in the day, probably the only teenaged girl around FHF that wasn't a total twit and actually went to the barn to ride, not to socialize.
The only thing stopping me is that they need someone to work mornings, at like 7:30 am and although I would gladly get up that early to do horse chores, my morning class kinda prevents that. I don't know how close they live to URI, but I somehow don't think I'd have enough time to go take care of three horses and get to school in like a half hour. Dammit.
I think I'm gonna go back and get their phone number from the ad tomorrow and see if it matches the one my Mom has. Maybe we could work something out. It would almost make up for my perfectly good boots getting trashed. :p
It started off alright. I went to URI and got my books for Ancient Philosophy-- only about $20. Looks like we'll be concentrating on Plato and Aristotle's works. I've already been flipping through them and they look interesting. :p
Anyway, you may know that I've been planning to go for a trail ride at Goddard Park. Originally I had planned on doing it today, but then I heard it was supposed to rain so I decided not to. Sure enough, I woke up this morning and it was perfectly sunny out. Cloudy, yes, but sunny. So, I decided I'd wait til after lunch and then see how it was and maybe I would still go afterall.
1 o'clock rolled around and I decided to go. I put some older jeans on, grabbed my riding helmet, now all I needed were my stable boots. Last time I knew, they were in the laundry room, behind the hamper. I went downstairs to get them. . .but they weren't there.
Hm. So I went back upstairs and looked all around my room. Nope. Checked the closets upstairs. Still no. Started digging through closets downstairs, still wasn't seeing them.
My Mom noticed my searching and asked what I was looking for so I told her. She started looking in all the places I already checked (sounds a lot like the ASU ticket fiasco, eh?) and of course, she didn't see them either.
Until.
"You know what, I think I might have put them in the garage," she said.
I blinked.
We went in the garage and looked around, but no boots were to be found. Since my Dad was in there, he asked what we were looking for. When we told him about my boots, he was like "Oh, those probably got thrown out. I figured you didn't want them anymore since they were out here."
So THEN I was like "Why would you put them in the garage in the first place!?" to my Mom, since, well, why would she have? They were dirty, yes, but they were STABLE BOOTS. Stables aren't pristine places. Of course my Mom just gave some flip answer like "I didn't think you were using them anymore."
Grrr. WTF-ness.
Well, I was totally not in the mood for riding anymore, but I did still have to go to the bank. I just put some sneakers on and decided that I'd go anyway if I felt like it after the bank. But of course I then forgot my helmet and didn't realize it til I was at the market. That basically sealed my decision to just go look around Allie's instead and then go home.
Looked around Allie's for a few minutes and then decided to check out the bulletin boards like I always do. One ad caught my eye. A small, private barn is looking for someone to feed and turn out their three horses every morning. That's not too unusual. What I noticed was that the person to ask for is "Sharon." I took down the AOL addy that was on the paper and decided to look up the member profile once I got home.
I did. The girl's name in the profile is Lilly.
I know these people. Sharon is the Mom and Lilly is her daughter, who was quite young at the time, and they also rode and kept horses at Faith Hill Farm. Sharon was one of the few people myself and my parents could actually stand at the barn, in fact my Mom still chats with her occasionally when they run into one another at the market.
I am tempted to call and be like "Hi, remember me?" She thought I was a good person back in the day, probably the only teenaged girl around FHF that wasn't a total twit and actually went to the barn to ride, not to socialize.
The only thing stopping me is that they need someone to work mornings, at like 7:30 am and although I would gladly get up that early to do horse chores, my morning class kinda prevents that. I don't know how close they live to URI, but I somehow don't think I'd have enough time to go take care of three horses and get to school in like a half hour. Dammit.
I think I'm gonna go back and get their phone number from the ad tomorrow and see if it matches the one my Mom has. Maybe we could work something out. It would almost make up for my perfectly good boots getting trashed. :p
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