1.  People who dress inappropriately for current weather conditions.  No, Uggs and booty shorts are not suitable attire for a midwest winter.  Why don’t you transfer to ASU?

2.  News headlines that state the obvious.  This always happens during the winter.  Breaking News!  Cold Temperatures Across the Midwest! It’s December in Illinois.

3. Underbites.

This goes out to the annoying girl in my archaeology class who repeats whatever the professor has just said but in a slightly different way, thereby contributing nothing new to the discussion.

Group projects are the worst kind of project.  There is always a weakest link who will, without fail, produce more work for everyone else.

e.g.

Below is an article that needed to be cited for our project.

And this is how it was cited:

Zool, A. (1990). Marriage systems and pathogen stress in human societies. Oxford Journals , 30(2), 325-340. (Zool, 1990)

Fail.

The actual journal is the American Zoologist and the actual author (which should be easily discernible) is Bobbi S. Low.  That wasn’t the only citation issue I found, but it was definitely the worst.

And don’t get me started on the writing quality…

“When their is alot of presser to mate in farming and foraging population’s polygyny is often practiced.”

That is a direct quote…I kid you not.  How do people make it out of high school, let alone get into college, with that kind of writing?  There’s just no excuse.

If you think that sentence is bad, try reading the whole paragraph.  :headdesk:

1.  People who wear Santa hats as their everyday winter hat.

2.  People who don’t know how to ride the bus.

3.  People who wear Santa hats as their everyday winter hat and who also don’t know how to ride the bus.

I was pretty happy with how this photo turned out. For some reason, the imprecise white balance doesn’t bother me. It actually reminds me of a movie set.

My favorite season and my favorite month are already here. The weather has cooled off enough to where I can now dress in tights and sweaters…finally. I was getting pretty tired of tank tops. Time to transition from Chucks to Docs, bake some apple crisp, and enjoy perfect jacket weather.

I have a number of projects that I really need to finish before it gets much colder. Most importantly is reupholstering and cleaning up my dining chairs. I really do not want to be working in the garage when it’s 20ºF out. As far as the upholstery, I’m thinking a trip to Pilsen’s Textile Discount Outlet is in order. They have everything. Vinyl or oilcloth would work well since it’s durable and easy to clean. The chairs are really great vintage Saarinen Tulip knockoffs so I think something slightly kitschy like vinyl might actually look alright and not too tacky.

Maybe after midterms are over I can find some time to devote to these things.

Yesterday was my last day at the barn. They are ceasing private boarding operations and converting to a training facility. On my last day, I had the dirty task of cleaning the wash rack and all the rubber floor mats. Look how good they turned out! Too bad clean things never last long in a barn.

Recently, I found out that a picture of me and my horse Tony (aka Mister Finesse) is being featured on a bag of feed concentrate produced by Buckeye Nutrition. In light of this news, I have decided to share with all of you the story of my horse Tony. It’s a bit long, so I’ll be splitting it up into two separate posts. This is the second of two, click here to read the first half.
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Another year of waiting brought us to 2008. I had been told that with ringbone, you have to wait for the exostosis (the growth of bone) to finish before you can really tell how much damage had been done. I flew out to Arizona a few times that year to continue training with my Half-Arab (Pink), and everytime I was able to ride Tony a little longer than before. He would start out limping, but in time would warm up enough to where he would actually support himself. Crystal and I joked that Tony was a bit of a wimp when it came to being injured and that he liked the self-pity that came along with it.

By 2009, I was able to ride Tony for a full 30 minutes including loping, and running and stopping. His lead changes, which were never his strong suit, were still not quite there. But he was really trying and that’s what I liked to see. He hadn’t lost the hope of competing again, nor had I. Like Bazy says, “All horses need a job”. I like to think that since he is an Al-Marah horse, a certain drive to get back to his job has been bred into him.

A full four years after his injury, Tony is back. No longer does he limp or require bute after every exercise. Sliding, spinning, changing leads: he can do it all without a problem. Tony and I started competing again, and while we aren’t at the top of the placings I’m just glad to be back int he ring.

But never will we be going back to Tucson. I’m just superstitious like that.

How come I never knew about these? I thought it was a joke at first…but no…

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