Normally I would ignore the spam mail that innundates my inbox, however the following two subjects I couldn't resist:

"Julienne, your Girlfriend will thank you BIG TIME!"- perhaps this means Merima, but she's more of my hooka than my Gfriend. ;) There was a penis enlargement advertisement inside.
"mating ritual midwives living with 67"- this one intrigues me.. it sounds like some sort of midwest based cult. Oh yeah, 67 what?? It left me in suspense so I opened it up and read this: When class action suit about leaves, grand piano around laughs out loud.beyond light bulb is chic.Unlike so many clocks who have made their chic clodhopper to us.

It's the friggin Al Queda I tell you. They're sending secret messages to their US Coherts via spam engines. You think I'm kidding!!

Laquel invited us to her family's BBQ on Sunday which was INSANE as far as the amount of food offered. At one point before the BBQ I asked her if there were going to be ribs and she retorts, "Honey, this is a black BBQ of course there are gonna be ribs". Hehe!

Tonight I ride. There was an Oakland Hills endurance ride this weekend at Redwood Park, where Isabella is boarded, and she became quite riled up at the site of the horses running past. She remembers our competitions and she wants to join them.. I went to read ridecamp, a message board I used to be pretty active way back when to read about people's stories about this weekend and I had to stop after a few stories. I really really miss competing.. yearning for something so badly is quite anti-zen, but I can't help wanting to go. I yearn, I crave, I want. Isabella is getting in better and better condition, although her feet aren't quite as up to par since she's not in pasture anymore. If we were to compete, I'd have to put boots on her to protect her from any rocky terrain depending on which ride I chose.. and that would nix any CTRs since they don't allow boots which cover the pasterns, unless I used foam-on EZ boots which are a pain in the ass to remove and put on. (if you understood or even read all that, I give you props) ARGH I want to go. I need to chose a date later this summer and do it. It'd be the first time by myself.. unless I could drag Mark out or one of my friends willing to get dirty and willing to help pick up horse poop and cart water all over the place. Yep. I need to chose a date.