Showing posts with label So Not Okay. Show all posts
Showing posts with label So Not Okay. Show all posts

Thursday, February 25, 2010

Umm....What the hell?


Apparently this is some type of art? I could be wrong, but seriously?! WTF?

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Dear Jerk (Part 2)

You won't believe this one... our brand new truck? It got broken into last night. The same way that our car was broken into. I'm so pissed! Seriously!? They stole the stupidest things! Why must people be so rude? This is why I prefer animals over people (except our followers, you're awesome!)

I'm thinking about dressing all in black and hiding in the bushes at night. Go all ninja on them!


I've spent the night researching:




I tried explaining to Denali that you don't use weapons when you're a ninja, she disagreed and prefers to take them out using a semi-automatic. Her treats are in the car....she cares very much about those!!

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Once Upon a Time....

Do you know what I hate? Pathological liars. Hate might be the understatement of the year, and I usually can tell when they are lying, but continue to ask questions just for fun.

Let me tell you a story....

Once upon a time there was a horse. This horse was very famous in the PNW because he bit a certain kill buyer. His owner was a very selfish woman who obviously didn't care about him, since she "requested" that he went to slaughter.

Fast forward. There is a girl who is looking at a horse. The horse is amazing, beautifully built and nicely put together. He is an OTTB, and still young. The horse is owned by a friend of mine and the girl who is looking at the horse use to board with me. I've been told by many people that this girl is a liar. I've always wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt and ignored many of her stories that I knew were not true, just because I always try to see the good in people.

Another few days go by. I get text messages that the horse was sold to the woman who dumped the first TB at the auction. I was shocked, especially since the 2nd, younger TB looked SO MUCH like the first one. I asked the girl if I could contact someone to look into the situation. She said sure, but she didn't want her name mentioned. I agreed and contacted this person to look into it.

The story seemed so real. She described to me the truck, trailer, the woman, that it was her name on the check. That she was there with a check for $3,000 offering the horse, but that the owner said he'd rather have the $5,000. She told me with frustration in her voice that he didn't want to load, that he knew that he was going with an evil woman.

The next day she sent me texts (which I still have saved if you care) describing how she overheard a certain trainer talking about this new horse she went in on with the woman who sent the first horse to slaughter. (Still following me.)

I gave this information to the person who was helping me. She contacted the owner, and some things were said that weren't very nice (or so I was told.) I start to realize that the girl who went to look at the horse was lying. I tell her she needs to call the owner and tell her that she did. She tells me that she did. I decide to call the owner and explain what happened. I didn't want people who both have the same passion to be angry at each other because someone decided to come up with an elaborate story that I believed. The owner, thankfully, believed me and totally understood. She's mad. She's upset. But, not at me.

The next day. She calls the girl. She asks the girl what happened. The girl then proceeds to tell the owner that I MADE UP the whole thing! WTF! Seriously? Luckily the owner and I have known each other for some time and she knows that I'm not that kind of person. The owner finally got her to admit that she lied. Why? That's what I want to know. Why do people do crazy things like this?

In case you missed it. The horse in question, the one who supposedly went to the woman who sent her last one to slaughter? She's not with her, I don't think she even knows he exists. He's in a very happy home.

The girl then sends me an e-mail telling me that people have called her phone and told her she's a horrible owner, etc. etc. I find it interesting since I talked to both the other women and neither of them gave out her number. I asked her to not contact me again. Really? I'm almost 30, the last thing I want to be involved in is drama. You started it. If you'd like to finish it the right way, that's great, but when you drag my name through mud and say that I AM THE ONE LYING, as my friend puts it, "So not okay!"


We'll be back to our normal pony loving broadcasts tomorrow. I just needed to vent. Since I can't vent to other people because I don't want to spread the story around, I figure I'd let you hear it. I'm sure she's saying horrible things about all three of us. I don't care. You can only cry wolf so many times.

Friday, January 22, 2010

Dear Jerk

Dear Jerk,

I totally understand why you targeteted my car, I mean who WOULDN'T want a 1998 Subaru Legacy. They are a high ticket item! The parts alone would probably get you at LEAST $10.00. Although, you obviously changed your mind and decided that the car wasn't for you, you did decide that my nice GPS would go nicely in your junk wagon or POS car that you drive. OH, no wait, you're probably going to sell it to fuel one of your habits. Thanks for leaving me the garbage, that will come in handy. It makes me feel really good that you went through ALL MY STUFF. I hope that you found what you were looking for. As for me, if I EVER see you TOUCHING my car...well let's just say my ability to hold my temper isn't very good. Have a good fucking weekend.

Sincerely,
Me.


Seriously? I really feel that I'm on some tv show that I don't know about. My laptop was attacked by a virus that TOTALLY shut it down. It turns on and off, but nothing else works. My husband took it to work to try and fix it. I hope that worked out! THEN I walk out the door of our house to my Subaru with doors open and my GPS missing. Sigh. I loved my GPS, it got me from poing A to point B without needing to stop for directions.