So im driving home yesterday and Petra called my mom and said thunder needs to go. He said that he beat louey up and hes sratched from head to toe. im sorry but it takes two to tango in a fight. my horse just doesnt beat the shit outta anothter horse for no reason. shse just over reacting, like usual. aparently he took out fence parts.. i just want to give up. i cant handle this. my stress level shot through the roof..everything hit me at once.
Shes blaming it on me for not coming up there.. wtf..sorry i have another LIFE. I just love the way shes blaming my horse 100%.
fucking bitch is overreacting, i swear...ill go off on her.
So Louie has 17 stitches and aparently Thunder flipped him over the fence. Im sorry , but Jay agreed with me when I said, my horse doesnt go off on another horse unless hes provoked. This is the FIRST incident in the 4 years Ive kept him up there..and shes gonna kick us out on the first one? ha. Jay even TOLD Petra when I moved out there that Thunder has dominance issues. If you put him with a horse thats a push over, he'll take advantage of it. Jay always put Thunder with horses who needed lessons being taught to because he could hold his own and get into their mind.
My brother was like "HELL YA! That pussy kicked another horses ass. He knows how to kick ass"
Im probably going upto Jays until I find a place. We're going to look at a place tomorrow. Jay told me not to rush finding a place and to just look for a place who will actually take care of him. Well, it looks like im back to driving an hour just to see my horse.... I wish jeff had a fence , i could keep him up there
When one thing gets better..something else happens to make it all fall apart again.
Last friday was my EMT graduation..
I went to lunch with my mom. After, Michael, Brittney and I went to tysons. I only spent $79. Not bad for me. On the way, some dude spit on Michaels car..hah, oh man.
I came home around 4. We went to Blue Ridge Grill at 445 for dinner. SUCKS I didnt finish everything. Jeff got me roses. Aww, thats the second time he's done it for me (he only did it once for Angela..=P )
Then we went to Heritage for my graduation! :)
Beau came up and was like "im surprised you havent dumped him for a straight man yet" ha, funny.And he was like "how many months" and i was like "almost 5" and he goes "ohhhh wow" cuz he didnt think it'd last this long.
Blah blah, my dad, im sorry, COMISSIONER RAMBO gets up to speak. And he starts off with saying "to my daughters horror, im up here speaking"..and im thinking "great, hes gonna say something else about me" ..and sure enough, he did...He said something about him being 16 when he started EMT and its "now a scary thought to think my daughter is doing the same thing"...THEN he was talking about how my brother is a FF and im an EMT and how my brother called him to tell him he had his first house fire..and how he got to also listen to the rectal bleed story...and how he enjoys seeing us doing the same thing that he did and how we have disputes between SVFD and SVRS in the house..
Then Chaplin Charlie Grant gets up to talk and was like "raise your hand if you have parents in the fire and rescue system" and so I did, and Charlie goes "besides you elizabeth, ive known you since you were crawling around" and again, this is the torture I get for having a father in the FR system. Beau came upto me again and goes "congradulations" and i was ilke "thanks, you didnt think i could do it did you?" and he goes "no, i knew your brother couldnt do it, i had some faith in you" hahaha.
Some dude from the Leesburg Today took my dads and i's picture. OH SHIT SON. If that ends up in the paper, just no....Then he asked me my age....Woohoo Comissioner and his daughter, BIG WHOOP.
So I left to go to jeffs...Katie, her bf Alex, Nick, Adam, Little David, Katie, Karen, Jeff , Michael, Brittney and I were all there.
I got there and had only 1 smironoff..and 1 Miller... My dad called and told me he was proud of me and how what kenny does takes physical ability, and mine takes mental... hahahah. i was laughing as i took a sip of my beer.
then michael and brittney got there and they cracked open the so co.. that thing was gone in about 10 minutes. I had, I think 8 shots TOTAL...but I had them all one after the next, when I shoulda paced myself. Doing that was what killed me. I out drank a few people in shots tho, pussies.
From 10 minutes on after that I dont remember SHIT. I can now say ive been drunk and dont remember what happened that night. I remember being on the porch and apparently i dropped my camera like 5 times... and then I threw up in the kitchen sink.. (ive only thrown up 2 times drunk...and i like i said, shots one after the next killed me)...and I remember jeff trying to get me to eat bread, but i kept spitting it out. Then he was yelling at me telling me he'd call my parents. Then i somehow ended up in the basement bathroom throwing up and some how my hair was being held back..then I ended up in bed..and passed out. I dont remember any of last night. I remember certain moments, but not all of them.
Ive come to the conclusion that i have a major problem with drinking. Im not gonna be like my dad. Jeff isnt letting me drink anymore because of last night. and Because I dont listen when im really really drunk and i was yelling back. How am I supposed to know what youre asking me to do when im SHITFACED?! If people dont yell at me when im drunk, ill listen. And because of last night im no longer drinking, i swear im stopping. Ive never been that messed up before. It was scary. Jeff threw up too after he chugged 100 proof vodka. But hes kinda pissed at me right now, so im laying low. I feel bad. Really bad.
Love is holding your girlfriends hair back as she threw up. Hahah.