Saying ya'll...

Gah! Everybody's counting on me saying ya'll so soon! A co-worker said he gives it three months. In early August, it'll be three months, so I told him he'll probably lose that one.

I do have to admit, though, that I almost said it a few weeks ago. My co-workers were making a lot of noise or griping or something, and I leaned over, and came within a split second of saying something like, "Ya'll need to settle down." I stopped myself before saying it, though, and sort of leaned back, and kind of sat there for a minute, thinking I couldn't believe I almost said it. I made fun of a co-worker once, and he said, "What do you use instead?" He was completely at a loss for another way to say ya'll. I shrugged, and said, "you guys??" like, isn't it obvious?

My redneck friend Rusty lives in Omaha (though he's from southuhn Missouruh... kidding, he isn't that bad), and he says "ya'll" all the time--and isn't at all self-conscious about it. I think that's why I started calling him a redneck. That and the fact that he has no boundaries, and transports fully-assembled play pens in the bed of his truck to campsites, hahaha.

This is really depressing... I realized I haven't ridden a horse in three months. :( :( I haven't even seen a real, live horse in weeks. I mean, I could drive to a random barn and pat a random horse on the neck, but that would just be weird. I was sitting at a stop light, thinking I might call up Melissa (my last trainer) for a lesson the next time I visit Omaha. And then I started thinking about the last time I had a lesson. And literally in the next second, I looked up to see a sticker of a horse head on the back window of the Suburban in front of me. Sigh. I'm going through a really rough patch again... I need an Omaha fix... I really miss you guys... and I need to ride a HORSE...

The new saddle that I got is comfy but was causing some chafing, so I went into the store I bought it from and they said I can change the saddle, try different shorts, or get fitted again (which I probably need anyway). I decided to buy a different pair of shorts... I went on a short ride, and so far so good. I really hate the other pair of shorts that I have.

The power went out in the building I work in at about 2:15 on Tuesday. So we got bored and decided to play T-Rex ball. It's really retarded, but hilarious. At about 3:00, they let everybody go home (though we were expected to work at home, of course--no prob there). So, I went for a bike ride, haha. Though I did work afterwards. Anyway, I did a short hill route, and included Bluegrass in it. I got beeped at a couple of times. I think it was the same car, actually. Bastids. Unless it was a friendly "Hey, nice ass" kinda honk, then honk away! God, it was so freaking hot though. We were supposed to get a high of 103 I think, and I foolishly decided to ride in the hottest part of the day (about 3:30, when the sun hasn't even started setting and is just plain evil) rather than wait. After riding awhile, I got somewhat lost and couldn't remember where to go. I thought I was going to have to ask someone for directions (I was riding in neighborhoods). I was actually getting kind of worried, as I was SO HOT and my mind was getting fuzzy, but I took a guess and found my way home. ;)