Long time, no post

I am alive, I'm just very, very tired.
And overworked.
And there's a lot of stress, too, but hey, my problems are very first world. I'll live and will be fine.

India and I are both getting chiropractic adjustments these days. Alas, I don't have pictures of the POTU getting treated. Sure wish I did, but just imagine it. Why is she getting chiropractic? Because she's not moving well and a vet exam didn't turn up any lameness, but she's not quite right and there's not enough movement in her pelvis. She's been balky lately, too. The hope is that after some chiropractic adjustments, that she'll feel better, move better, and quite with the balkiness.

Oh, and the Wintec doesn't fit well enough to keep. Saddle shopping will soon commence, but not until next month. It fits well enough to use and is certainly a HUGE improvement over the Stubben, but it's not going to be a long-term solution. So, if you'd like a really good deal on a slightly used Wintec, give me a shout. *g*

Apropros of nothing above, I have white dog fur everywhere. This is because Sparky has come to live with me and I'm enjoying it immensely, including how I now accessorize every outfit with white fur.

Now it's time to watch Survivor. I love Survivor and Boston Rob. I would never apply to be on the show as I'm not very good at strategizing and the machinations that occur are so far past my abilities to plot, but I sure enjoy watching it unfold every week. Also, I don't think they'd let me take any lip balm and I would die after five minutes because I apply lip balm every three. If I don't, my lips dry up and crack apart and fall off my face. I may be exagerating a wee bit, but not by much. I'm seriously addicted to the stuff. Also, I must have a diet Coke every morning or I get a horrid migraine from caffeine withdrawal and I'm rather fond of my daily ulcer med that keeps my daily ulcer from getting ugly. No, send me on The Amazing Race. I think I'd do fine there, until it came time to do the bungee jumping or the zip line because I'm terrified of heights, but for a million dollars I probably could get over that. But I can NOT survive without lip balm.

Call me about the Wintec.
Seriously.