How was YOUR day today?

[TheFemaleCharlie]

On topic, how my day is going, I have marching band this week 5 days of torture

If that's torture, you shouldn't be in marching band. We practice six days a week during the school year from 3-6PM (10AM-4PM on Saturdays). Technically, band students get a month and a half of summer vacation, then it's off to band camp (which is not actually a camp; don't ask) which is four days a week from 9AM-11AM, followed by a break (the director's not stupid enough to work us during the hottest parts of the day; you people up north have no idea what a Louisiana summer feels like), then we continue from 4PM-7PM. Yes, it's demanding. Yes, many people quit. But we work this hard for two reasons: we are determined to be the best, and we are sick and tired of being treated as "the band nerds". No, we are not nerds, we are ATHELETES! Calling a band kid a nerd is like calling an equestrian a sissy; both are equally offensive and both will get your ass put in the ICU! Stop complaining and be an athelete!

As for my day it was hot, but well worth it; Bluetag had her calf without any difficulty.

Junebug was born at 12:20 (Central US) in the afternoon, was on her feet after her eighth try, and had no problems except with nursing, but that isn't her fault. Bluetag's teats were too large to fit in her calf's mouth, so now we have to separate the two (no easy task; I've seen cows kill people for this) and feed the calf a colostrum mixture. A calf MUST have colostrum from its mother immediately. any delay can make the calf weaker and more susceptible to disease. I firmly believe that once the calf matures, it will survive. My only concern other than the colostrum issue is the fact that she was born epically late in the year and may not survive the winter.

[doc O. Mire]

On topic, how my day is going, I have marching band this week 5 days of torture

If that's torture, you shouldn't be in marching band. We practice six days a week during the school year from 3-6PM (10AM-4PM on Saturdays). Technically, band students get a month and a half of summer vacation, then it's off to band camp (which is not actually a camp; don't ask) which is four days a week from 9AM-11AM, followed by a break (the director's not stupid enough to work us during the hottest parts of the day; you people up north have no idea what a Louisiana summer feels like), then we continue from 4PM-7PM. Yes, it's demanding. Yes, many people quit. But we work this hard for two reasons: we are determined to be the best, and we are sick and tired of being treated as "the band nerds". No, we are not nerds, we are ATHELETES! Calling a band kid a nerd is like calling an equestrian a sissy; both are equally offensive and both will get your ass put in the ICU! Stop complaining and be an athelete!

I understand. What we're doing now is really easy. At my old school, in Georgia, we had about the same times as you during the summer, but we also had a week of camp on a college campus with I think I counted about a dozen or so hours of marching band work a day for a week from sunrise to well after sunset.

Next to that schedule and the one that you have, our scant three weeks of marching for six hours a day and fridays and weekends off is absolutely nothing. I really need to use fewer hyperboles

[TheFemaleCharlie]

@doc O. Mire: Thank you. I'm sick of the band getting dissed and I will tell anybody, even a random stranger, how I feel. I don't care how many people I piss off. Same goes for equestrianism. Forget about messing with a bull and getting the horns; a horse is a weapon of mass destruction when it wants to be. The only thing keeping that 1,000lb animal from pwning your dumb ass is the rider; piss them off and you're history.

I apologize for my angry tone; I happen to be very angry. Charlie (not me), Shirley's business partner,was supposed to come help separate Bluetag and Junebug so we could get the colostrum into her. He hasn't even called. I have been informed that the time window for getting colostrum is 2 hours. For every hour afterwards, the baby's chances get increasingly slim. The calf was born at noon-thirty (shut up, you know what time I mean) and it is now nearly six. It has been over five hours. Junebug might not make it, and it will be Charlie's fault.

[Hawk's Eye]

Sorry about that guys..... *scratches head*

Had a lot of stuff going on...i'm working on trying to shift paradigms and...it's very hard...

complicated really.

My apologies, I was so low last night.

[Chris]

Celebrated the Queen yesterday, how? By sticking to my no alcohol regime and having 8 pints of coke instead which kept me awake all bloody night!!! My teeth feel like they going to fall out from all sugar. Was really funny evening/night despite been in mood from losing all that money last week.

[LesserChozo]

Sorry about that guys..... *scratches head*

Had a lot of stuff going on...i'm working on trying to shift paradigms and...it's very hard...

complicated really.

My apologies, I was so low last night.

Hey, shift happens. No big deal.

[TheFemaleCharlie]

Sorry about that guys..... *scratches head*

Had a lot of stuff going on...i'm working on trying to shift paradigms and...it's very hard...

complicated really.

My apologies, I was so low last night.

Hey, shift happens. No big deal.

I understand exactly none of this conversation. Good luck with whatever it is.

[Tianna]

Hawk, you made me very sad seeing that post. Please don't hurt yourself. I know what it's like being in a dark place, but it really isn't worth it. I would be very sad, sweetie. If you need someone to talk to, please, please please talk to me. If necessary, I can give you my phone number and you can call any time.

[DJ Trancetronica]

MY SUMMER VACATION IS BEGINNING!!!

[Tianna]

So I just got nabbed by a door to door salesman for some cleaning solution. So being the person I am, I listened to him, but there was no possibility of his getting a sale off of me because I have no money to spend on shit like that and I was up front about it. But he wasn't taking no for an answer.

Claudy, my housemate's girlfriend, comes out in a ren faire style garb dress and looks at me sternly and said "You have interrupted the Ritual. This is unacceptable. Get back inside."

I hung my head and went "Yes, Mistress." and went back inside. Poor guy was confused as hell.


I'm also fairly excited for this weekend. The local ren faire is opening up this weekend and I get to go for free. So I'm really looking forward to dressing up with all my weapons and shit.

[TheFemaleCharlie]

So I just got nabbed by a door to door salesman for some cleaning solution. So being the person I am, I listened to him, but there was no possibility of his getting a sale off of me because I have no money to spend on shit like that and I was up front about it. But he wasn't taking no for an answer.

Claudy, my housemate's girlfriend, comes out in a ren faire style garb dress and looks at me sternly and said "You have interrupted the Ritual. This is unacceptable. Get back inside."

I hung my head and went "Yes, Mistress." and went back inside. Poor guy was confused as hell.

I have a comment, but I won't post it here. It's not mean or wierd, it's just a question.

Well, the horse I've been riding is testing his options and my patience. The first ride, he did several half-rears and didn't hardly listen at all. Ride number two was much better. Ride three was good, but he decided if I asked him to trot, he could do whatever he wanted. Needless to say, I put him back in his place (gently, I've hit him exactly once and that was for biting me. Animal rights activists back off). Hundred pound rider, one; eleven hundred pound horse, zip.

[Apothem]

Whenever someone comes to the door and I'm feeling particularly dickish I'll answer it with one of my two big, beautiful red tailed boas draped across my shoulders. The female especially. At 7+ feet long she tends to elicit some rather... interesting responses.

[TheFemaleCharlie]

Whenever someone comes to the door and I'm feeling particularly dickish I'll answer it with one of my two big, beautiful red tailed boas draped across my shoulders. The female especially. At 7+ feet long she tends to elicit some rather... interesting responses.

That's epic! I'll just do something wierd for salespeople.One time, I made sure there was heavy metal blaring. He knocked and when the door opened, he saw some wierd metal chick with an epic collar and some duct tape on. He just backed away slowly. If you think that's bad, don't even get me started on the Westboro-type guy we got out here once.

[Hawk's Eye]

I'm also fairly excited for this weekend. The local ren faire is opening up this weekend and I get to go for free. So I'm really looking forward to dressing up with all my weapons and shit.

Lol..i know what you speak of! Esp since we live in the same borders lol

[TheFemaleCharlie]

My day was epic. My cousin is in the mounted patrol and she's trying to get both Quincy and Rudy qualified. She's been riding both, but today I went with her and rode Rudy. He started out just fine. Then, when we started doing formations, he didn't want to get up next to the other horses. The first one he tried to bite, but from then on, he wouldn't listen very well. Finally, Shirley got tired of seeing me kick him and get no response so she gave me her spurs. I tapped him with my heel to let him know, "Hey, I've got spurs on. Misbehave again, I dare you." After that, he was great. When he got scared of the firecrackers, even spurs wouldn't get him to move, so I turned and walked him away, then came back when he was calmer. He was able to stand and look at the used firecracker. I myself did fairly well for my first day. My trump card is someting Rudy taught me when he didn't listen in the pen at home; I'm the only person comfortable trotting without stirrups.