To everyone I am very sorry about last night and this morning. Some things came up that were very unexpected. I am very very sorry. I will post about in my actual livejournal what happened and all that jazz.

I had another pledge come in.

Name	Amount
eclecticlioness	$24.00
Barb's mom	$10.00
cricketscorner	$5.00
mexonxpedestal	$10.00
the_pumpkinking	$1.00
Annissa Tessin	$10.00
Matthew O'Neill	30 British Pounds
Total	See below

Assuming that a pound is roughly a buck 85, that works out to another $55.50. So our grand total, then, is $115.50!

WE DID IT!

Sorry, I'm excited.

So, to recap: Mandi got some, Kelly went nuts, and I passed out. But we did it! AND we gave away a scarf.

I'm so proud of everyone. I and my poptart-and-vitamin-filled stomach are going to check our blogs one more time, and then we're passing out. SO TIRED, although of course now that I've eaten I feel like I could keep going for at LEAST another eight hours.

Oh man. I set my alarm clock for about 8:25 AM friday night so I would be up early so I could have breakfast and get settled in before it was time for first posts.

About two minutes ago, it just went off, and SCARED THE LIVING BEJEBUS OUT OF ME.

Thus, I'm awake now. I literally jumped. It was funny.

I'm going to go make a quick breakfast, and then I'll be back to post once more, check my blogs, and WOOSH, SLEEP. FINALLY.

And the winner of yonder crocheted scarf is... Jessie! Yay! I have a super-sekkrit formula for figuring such things out that involves an e-dice roller picking a random number for me.

Anyway. Now that you all know my secret, I'll have to kill you. Or just ask you nicely not to tell. Whycome nobody ever tries that?

Oh, and Kelly wasn't joking. My last post was going to be about my toes. But you've been spared!

Two more posts after this one. I was gonna make an omette for breakfast (no, that's not a typo, I like spelling it that way) but instead I'm just going to pass out. My stomach thinks this is an acceptable compromise.

I think if my body could talk, it would sound like Crush from Finding Nemo. "Alright little dudette, time to have yourself a most righteous morning!" Or something like that. Maybe I feel woozy in the morning sometimes because my body went off to ride the EAC without me. Yeah, that's it!

In other news, my cat is needy. Yeah, I call her my cat now. I take care of her, so why not? She's currently crawling in my winter packing boxes, my closet, on my dresser, and playing hide and seek in my down comforter- with herself! She even had to follow me into the bathroom. She doesn't like being where there's no people, she gets all clingy 'n stuff.

Hmm, so what am I leaving y'all for at 7:30? Ah, yes, work! I'm a groom at Bascule Farm in case anyone didn't know. So I toss horse shit, do the whole feeding and chores thing, clean tack, wash saddle pads/polos/boots (shit, I left a load in the washer downstairs last night) and otherwise tack up and cool out horses for the owner. Officially I'm Dick's groom, but he broke his ankle and won't be back riding for at least another week. In the interim, I've pulled the manes of over half the horses on the farm, had my hand in way too many sheaths, worn out a pair of clippers trimming, and been coerced into grooming for Julie so that Barry can play Trainer more than Groom. I don't really like working directly for Julie. Something's always wrong, or not done her way. She's like a little Napoleon, micro managing the farm as she struts around with her little pigeon toed walk. Seriously, it's kinda funny.

So hopefully the training field babies won't kill me this morning, stalls won't be too terrible, and Julie won't make me groom Trisha Tripp's horses for her again. The woman broke her arm falling off her horse Demo (at the mounting block, mind you) and even though she's healed now, she just stands there and watches me tack up her horses. Pick up a brush woman, help me carry over your tack that it takes me two trips to move- something! And she hovers whenever I'm in her tack locker. Like I'm going to steal something. I don't need your freaking Eskadron boots, woman, none of your stuff fits my horse anyway, your horses are all monstrous beasts! Except for Guiness, and he has an ugly head. So there. *derisive snort*

Hmm, what else to leave you kids with. I figure if this is my last post of the day, I should make it a good one...Should not rave about missing the boy, that's silly. I've had my Flinstone vitamin (shaped like the great Kazoo!) and am ready to roll... Oh, Barry laughs when I say I want to be a zookeeper. He thinks I'm just trading horse shit for elephant shit. But he's a lecherous old man, so what does he know? lol, I wouldn't even be working with the Pachyderms! I would like to work with the jaguars though. Preeetttyy Jaguars! *pets them all* Actually, I found out the names of the two at the Jacksonville Zoo are named Jaws and Xena. It made me laugh. Muchly.

Okay, so I think I'm going to have to go sweat my pants off again. Hopefully Julie takes the day off after the show and I have it easy today. Doubtful, but it could happen. At least Monday is her day off so I can focus on getting the rest of the tanks scrubbed. It's not so bad a job when it's freaking steamy outside. Feels kinda nice, albeit sludgy...

Alright, Barbness, I leave the last 3 posts in your very capable hands! Have a good long nap when you're done because you deserve it for working way harder than us, hehe. Catch y'all on the flip side, I had a great time!

~The Kelsness

7 am, woot! Slept thru my alarm for a bit, but here I am! I'll nab the 7:30 before I run down to feed as well. Feeling pretty darn good for 4 hours sleep. And Barbness, we horse people prefer Dedicated to Insane. My fingers won't type so well, think my room's just too sticky. Didn't have my AC turned up high enough. Bah. I hate that Julie makes us turn them off when we're not in here! Not fair, I tell you!

So time to put on real pants, find my pocket knife and Ropers (yes, the blue ostrich ones) and get some work done in the heezy. Maybe I should brush my teeth...yes? Yes.

BLOG! hehehe

So I guess I'm finishing this alone. Ahh well. I still had their help for the busy part of the day, and that's what counts. Once I settled into a routine, things went much smoother.. more smooth.. erly....

Anyway.

The fog outside is kinda pretty. I'm going to go back to watching it.

You should all go watch this.

Random factoid to tide you through the 6:30 entry: Yelling Bird is my favorite Indie Tit.

I love that comic, almost as much as I like and more than I like Two Lumps.

And then of course there's Penny Arcade, and Perry Bible Fellowship. All wonderful reads.

This post is dedicated to webcomics, because one of my monitees is blogging for women in comics.

...I could have a link for you, but I don't. If anyone wants it, leave me a comment and I'll grab it for you.

I have officially reached the point where the rest of my posts are pretty much just going to be whiny. But in good news, I think Kelly will be here for the 6:30, so you silly people will get a break anyway.

I need to empty my trash and have a snack, I think.

Silly bed and its siren call.

I think I'm more awake now though

But I'm stiff, and sore, and just generally not having a good time of this physically. Ahh well - three more hours.

time to check on my monitees.