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Name: Christina
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Gender: Female
Interests: God, horses, poetry, stamping, movies, helping with therapeutic riding, photography, animals, cats, movies, books
Expertise: Horses, I guess
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
2/4/2006
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| So you know you always hear about the scam e-mails that are being sent out? Well, I've heard about a lot of them; but never received any. That is, until a couple days ago. No, I'm not stupid enough to believe that it's true or reply or anything -- I just think the entire thing is hilarious! So, I thought I'd put it here and share the stupidity with all of you! 
From Hajia Mariam Abacha Dearly Beloved, Due to the sudden death of my husband General Abacha
the former head of state of Nigeria in June 1998, I
have been thrown into a state of hopelessness by the
present administration.I have lost confidence with
anybody within my country. I got your contacts through personal research,and had
to reach you through this medium. I will give you more
details when you reply. Due to security network
placed on my daily affairs I cant visit the embassy so
that is why I have contacted you. My husband deposited $12.6million dollars with a security firm abroad whose name is witheld for now till we communicate. I will be happy if you can receive this funds for safe keeping and I assure you a very good percent of this fund I will instruct my son to contact you so please feel free to comunicate with my son. Send your reply to [another e-mail address] I await your urgent response, Hajia Mariam.
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| Earlier I watched an old episode of "The Outer Limits." In this particular show, a group of aliens came to the U.S. seeking help -- host bodies in which to live. They had developed ways to reanimate dead bodies and heal some injuries so that they could take over them (obviously, this method only brought the body back to life, not the former soul/personality). During the show, a man's beloved wife died in a car accident and her body became host to one of the aliens. It drove him crazy that he wasn't allowed to see her, so he broke into the systems and found her address. Despite the woman's insistence that she was not his wife and knew nothing that her wife did, the man continued to stalk and follow her, and it eventually drove him to his death.
My grandfather died last Tuesday. At least his body did. He had been fighting Alzheimer's disease for a period of years, so his mind -- the person I knew growing up -- had gradually changed and disappeared long before. At the end, the man in my granddad's boy was not the same man that I had shared so many wonderful experiences with from birth -- but still, he was my grandfather. Somewhere inside him was the man I had loved and admired for so many years.
It's a strange experience for those on the outside when the mind leaves a person before the body does. There are many mixed emotions with this -- I know it's "better" that he is no long suffering, and that my "real" grandfather would not have wanted to continue on in that existence. I know he is in a much better place, where his mind is not only whole again but renewed and perfect -- and I will one day see him again. But still, I grieve.
What is it about the body that we cling to so much? That, no matter how great a change in the mind or personality, we still consider the person to be "them"? Then again, we all change. I am no longer the person I was when he first met me as a newborn baby. I am not even the same as I was a couple years ago. We are all changing constantly. But no amount of head knowledge will take away the feeling of loss and pain.
For my part, I will remember him as he was -- before the illness. Before the changes.
Loss is nothing new to me, as it is to no one. There are some things which change you; from which you may "recover," but never be completely the same again; things, people, which leave a lasting impression on you and you never forget. The waters of life ebb and the waves come. Just another reminder that this is not my home, not where I belong.
My grandfather was a wonderful man. Kind, gentle, dedicated to his family and friends, generous with his time, affection and pocket. He will be greatly missed. And so with a heavy heart and much pain I bid farewell to a giant of a man, until the renewal of all things...
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| So today was the last day of my childcare job (since Feb I've been working as an infant caregiver in a Presbyterian Day School three days a week), though tomorrow is a clean up day. Besides that, I have an open summer. No real job. Though, I'm taking riding lessons again -- my mentor's horse needs to be exercised since he's trying to ride the four year old every day, and start another horse back under saddle, and he can't ride this one as often as she needs...and I didn't have a horse to ride, so he's giving me lessons on her twice a week. Her name is Iris (pronounced "ear-iss," since her full name is Irisa -- she was imported from German as a yearling) and she's a Trakehner (the first "warmblood" I ever rode, actually). I started riding again last week, and am really enjoying it! She's such a nice horse...and I get to see the cute baby every few days now as well! Yay for horses and free time to spend with them and good friends!
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| I think I've discovered why I don't post very often. Something semi-important or interesting will happen but I won't post about it right away, and then something else will happen, but then I feel that I can't post about that until the former has been posted, and then it continues until I don't ever post because I think I'd need to address everything that's happened to me in past few months. So instead of doing that, I'll just write about a couple things. Ask me if you want to know more of what's happened during the last few months! A lot of horse sitting, volunteering at the therapeutic riding center, and other random things.
In exciting news (to me) -- I get to ride twice a week now! Glenn, who gives me lessons, (and who I horsesit for, and is married to the director of the therapy program) has been boarding a horse at his house for a while. He is a five year old appendix quarter horse (QH and thoroughbred cross -- about 7/8 thoroughbred, actually) whose owner has been off at college elsewhere this semester. So Glenn has had me come out and exercise the horse, Johnny. It's a lot of fun for me and I "needed" a horse to ride, and that way he doesn't have to ride him very often and can ride his warmblood mare everyday (who I also rode once, and really liked -- I have now offically ridden my first warmblood breed, a Trakehner!). I like Johnny a lot -- he's lazy and wants to drag his feet and not engage his hindquarters, so I have to carry a crop when I ride him (his owner and Glenn both use English spurs when they ride him, but since I have none and have never ridden in them...), but he is very good natured and tries hard. He is very well trained and experienced for his age. And he loves to jump! He has been trained to jump quite high, but since I'm still getting to know him and working back into jumping (since it'd been five years since my last jumping lessons), I don't jump him very high yet. A few low cross-rails, but more of trotting exercises over cavaletti and low jumps that encourage him to stretch and work off his forehand. I really love getting to work with him! And I can tell that my position has improved a lot and I'm about back to where I was before I gave up my riding lessons in high school (another story). I'll post a picture of him soon. Well, I'm back in the posting world, and since I no longer feel the need to post about everything that happens to me, I should be around more often. That, and the therapy barn has closed down for the winter :( But, so it goes. Happy Christmas season! | | |
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