I bought I was doing so well, rode three classes at the training show at the barn, felt good. I even helped set up the EOH (ease of handling) course, and of course swept through the barn aisles at the end of the day.
Then I came home, and sat down. Then I was freezing and hurting, Epsom salt bath was a necessity, the coconut rum I’m about to treat myself to definitely a luxury.
Still worth it
When you click on the very strange article: " Indiginous ways to keep lobsters from your door"
and it’s actually “Ingenious ways to keep looters from your door”.
Just this morning…
My TV’s onscreen channel guide does this to me all the time.
Are you sure? The now-woman who learned to ride on my horse years ago is now sternman on her father’s lobster boat. She surprised me yesterday - dropped off two freebees. Tasty dinner! I would never chase lobsters away but if you don’t like lobster wouldn’t you prefer to use a locally-accepted custom to tell them to get lost?
Greetings from Maine!
Precisely why I clicked on the link, to be honest. If there are ways to keep lobsters from my door, I would prefer to use indiginous ways. All the while thinking, “That’s sure a headline that got my attention…”
And ensures no lobsters are harmed in the making of that news story.
I actually had a problem with lobsters at the door once, a long time ago. My then BF, now long term DH, and I were friends with a couple who lived in South Jersey (and still do). We lived in Central Jersey at the time. I was babysitting the couple’s kids while their mother was working and their father and my BF were out buying ingredients for dinner. The doorbell rang; I went to answer it. I opened the door to lobsters walking up the front steps. Then I heard male giggling. I never knew how they got the lobsters walking up the steps, but it was hilarious. And we’re still friends with these people, 40+ years later.
Oh, and the lobsters were delicious.
Rebecca
Awhile ago I was Googling for the Lobster Quadrille from Alice in Wonderland to post here just for laughs but I couldn’t find a good one. I’m glad now, because your story is so much better! 
Not horse related, but in my Facebook memories today, I ran across one that went like this:
Me to students: How do you guys remember those really, really long email addresses?
Students: Well, you get them when you’re about 12, and you just get used to them.
Me (silently): email didn’t even exist when I was 12 . . .
A friend and I were talking about the early days of the Internet just last night. Trying to remember how I’d heard of some news story that occurred near where she lived at the time but in another state from me. “Could it have been on the Internet?” I asked … and we started remembering back to when it started … which turned into memories of using it back in those days … we were definitely not 12! lol
What was 12 for y’all (thinking of youngsters who were 12 when they started to use the Internet)?
For me, 12 wasn’t even computers of any kind (mainframes, dot matrix, punch cards, etc.) 12 was B&W TV with rabbit ears, bicycles with coaster brakes, riding without helmets (both on bikes and on horseback unless we were jumping). Siegfried saddles and rubber pelhams and Newmarket boots. The Beatles and the Stones and the Beach Boys and being given a Bob Dylan album by my teenage sister’s boyfriend (after he asked my parents’ permission first).
You?
Right there with you. My bike’s name was Frisk-o-lisk. (talking about useless pieces of information saved for many years in the dregs of memory).
What great childhoods we had.
We did, didn’t we! 
I love your bike’s name. Mine was Hurricane. A blue Murray.
When I was 12 I saw my first TV, black and white of course, such a novelty.
I was 12 in 1969. I was living in Southern California–what a cool place to live during the hippie era (I was always a hippie wannabe, despite being a little too young). Dial phones, we still had a black and white TV with rabbit ears, a transistor radio if we were lucky. The radio station was KHJ (AM of course–as far as I knew, FM was for classical music). The music was amazing.
Rebecca
Previous post deleted.
It was posted in the western forum, somehow ended up here?
Ghosts playing Halloween tricks? 
When I was 12, I was basking in the glow of finally having my own horse! I got her a month before turning 12, after 5 long years of begging. Our TV was in color, and other kids had video game consoles (ours would come two years later). I was starting to get music on cassettes.
I know this isn’t in Southern California but anyway …
And this is …
When I was 12, I changed schools. The question that determined what social group I went into was, “do you like the Beatles?”
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