someone’s on the ball.
Starting to get Jennifer’s birthday sorted out—I LOVE organizing stuff like this! Coordinating 4 or 5 people from different states, getting everything together, deciding what we’re doing… this is the kind of project I really love. Giving ourselves 6 weeks to get things together so that we have a margin for error if there’s a problem. Wish she could read the emails that are circulating between us about this; the love and enthusiasm is really fun. Makes me feel good to do something nice for someone who has been so consistently lovely to us. :) Also, having something fun to focus on right now is helping me feel better in the wake of my other situation. Helpful, that Grey. All the time.
(Above: Heart at her last horse show with Casey, one of my students. She was Champion in both her divisions, bringing home four 1st place ribbons, one 2nd place and one 3rd. A fitting end to a brilliant career.)
I’m so sad it’s not even funny.
Making final arrangements for the euthanasia of Heart, my sweet, sweet pony. She’s old and her body is giving out and I won’t let her go on when her quality of life is not outstanding. I’ve had her since I was 11, she taught me so much and has been such a wonderful friend. In more recent years, she’s taught a bunch of little girls to ride and has been an incredibly patient and kind teacher. I know letting her go is the most loving thing I can do for her right now, but it’s just miserable, especially because her personality is unchanged and she’s in such good spirits—but her hind end is failing fast. She’s fallen twice (that we’ve seen) over the weekend. It’s so hard to watch your precious friends get older and start to fail.
:’-(
I’m making phone calls at work and the tack shop I’m calling is called “Black Bottom”…
…And our contact’s name is Jeanette.
Heeheeheeeee.
……..It’s because Betty is locked up in the Venerable Dakota and she has no one to whom to bow.
Rita Hayworth in Technicolor.
hoooooooooly. technicolor was made for her. ohh, RITA.
(Source: hayworths)
JAMMY.
j-miz.
jamannamac.
jamster.com: where every mp3 is only $9.9—ALRIGHT, THEY GET IT.
this is a person that i love.
(Source: bridiequilty)
Lauren Bacall & Glenn Close at the screening of ‘Albert Nobbs’ December 13, 2011.
Betty, on top of lookin’ the little worse for wear (oh dear, I hope this is just terrible lighting), is about as unamused — and visibly t’d off — as I would be, if Glenn Close were to suddenly throw herself at my feet in a gesture of subjugation. I think Close must follow La Bacall around wherever she goes; like some kind of pestilential land sylph with stalker tendencies. These histrionics are slightly… embarrassing, tbh. Method actors, man.
SHE’S JUST ALWAYS BOWING. QUIT THAT.
I’m on a goddamned crying jag and so I self-soothe by coming to tumblr and LOOK WHAT I FIND. OH MY GOD PLEASE STOP. IT’S HARD TO BAWL AND CRACK UP AT THE SAME TIME.
THIS.
This is literally my favorite little moment from the whole damn movie. This and when she pats his arm. I cannot.
::dead:: feet in the air. stiff. blown up on the side of the road. dead.
(Source: bridiequilty)
oh hai guys. you look like you’re goin’ to prom. very good.
is there an age difference? i’m not seeing it. ;)
(Source: dhoughfan)
