|ahhh... Scandinavian Style, baby!
||[Jun. 24th, 2007|03:59 pm]
Ok well I strained my groin playing soccer today, so now my crotchal
area smells like a stale bag of "Scandinavian Style" frozen vegetables.
(Because that's the best kind of ice-pack, that's why!!)
Frozen veggies, that is, not Scandinavian Style specifically...
Hiiiiii everyone. Sorry I've been gone from LJ for so long! Hope everyone had a better weekend than I did.
Friday I killed a big black widow (about an inch and a half long with legs) with a couple of doses of poison. Was dubious for a while because for a few min it just looked really pissed off and crawled around pretty angrily. Finally it fell out if its web and died. Also, I don't like to kill things, even if they are poisonous themselves-- it gives me a crisis of conscience. I guess I need to hire a spider-assassin or something in the future.
Saturday I helped the barn owner to medicate an old mare to try and keep her from dying of colic. Which enterprise failed... the mare (Alice) had to be put down during the night. This morning there was a suspiciously bulky horse-shaped tarp near Faraday's stall. :( Um, with hooves sticking out, yeah.
As you may guess this makes me fairly unhappy. Alice was just about Faraday's twin, and no one (not even me) could tell them apart from a distance. She was 20-something, I'm not sure exactly how old.
And today I strained the ol' groin after <15 minutes of soccer. Not pleasant-- nuff said. And I didn't even get to play a full game!
Can't wait for Monday really. At least maybe I'll get to work on making an armguard and arrows this evening. (Yes, I'm still doing the archery thing, geek that I am!)
Well, over 'n out! Back to my weekend of emotional and physical trauma, yay. :P