Rambabbling...

Yes, I just made up a word. Get used to it. XD

I'm finding that it's really hard to stay on track with the drawing challenge, just due to plain busy-ness. I'm trying to plot and plant an herb garden, clean houses, work a second job, ride the horse, and keep on top of the stuff that's happening within the family/taking up the evenings. I haven't ridden all week simply from being so exhausted when I finally get home. So...Imma stop the drawings for a bit. :/

I saw a certain person's doppelganger yesterday while at work. It simultaneously freaked me out, threw me for a major loop, and made me want to yell at him even though this guy was just some poor random stranger. And then I went home and cried for two hours. -.- Plus today was the certain person's birthday, and it was just a poor combination of triggers. Nergh.

Regarding work: I'm rather enjoying it. It's part-time, so 25 hours was spent slogging away...actually, it's pretty easy stuff. The 'worst part' is that I'm on my feet the entire time, but after working for the farrier and standing for upwards of 8-10 hours a day, this is a breeze. I've also discovered that I'm starved for human interaction beyond going to church--I mean, it's great that we have a church family etc. But I don't get to 'hang out' with people I like because they're busy--and that's fine. It's just that sometimes I have a little pity party because there is a bare handful of people that I like to associate and talk with and they have the audacity to have LIVES. *cue sarcasm*

Read that in a tongue-in-cheek fashion, please.

So work. I have a monetary goal when I turn 21, and just cleaning houses was not going to get me there. So I got a job at the local Dairy Queen. (Hey. Hey. Get rid of that raised eyebrow or I'll slap it off your face. It's WORK, right?) 

(I get weirdly defensive when I tell people where I'm employed. Ees something I gotta work on, I guess.)

Work, being starved for human interaction...it's all a day in the life, I suppose. And the herb garden--I have a little plot marked out, and plans to strip back the sod, lay down railroad ties, and build up a raised bed with compost-dirt before actually planting anything. I transplanted three little comfrey plants that had volunteered in the horse pasture yesterday and stuck them next to the main patch so I can keep an eye on them. They're a little wilted today, but not drying out or overly limp so they should come out of it.

The rest of the herb garden will (hopefully) occupy an 8'x4' area along one fence of the horse pasture. And the list of what I want to plant is growing rather long. So far:

Lavendar

Sage

Catnip

Lemon balm

Chamomile

St. John's wort

Thyme

Stevia (in an indoor pot)

Calendula

Echinacea

Feverfew

Yarrow

Dill

Oregano

Plus the random patches of red clover, nettles, peppermint and spearmint, roses, and raspberries. This is taking on a life of its own...or will be, once everything is in and planted. It's a matter of figuring out what is non-invasive and putting that within the railroad ties, and potting/planting elsewhere all the invasive stuff. In the meantime it's a blast researching stuff and figuring out what would be the most useful to plant. I also have plans for trying to make flower jelly (specifically clover or dandelion), starting tinctures, and drying herbal teas. If I can develop a taste for stevia in plant form, it'd be nice to get away from using sugar in my tea in the mornings (two heaping spoonfuls for a pot--not that much, but it's the principle of the matter, goshdarnit).

So yeah. If you read through the convoluted random rabbit trails, I applaud you. I never really plan any of this--it's just relaxing to sit down and write whatever comes to mind. I have a journal for writing by hand, but I type so much faster than I write that it's way easier to write on the computer. There's this idea for writing journal posts on the computer and then copying them by hand into the journal...but I'm not sure how well that'd work.

Oh, speaking of rabbit trails the dog discovered a nest of baby rabbits yesterday. They're less than 2 weeks old and still have their eyes closed--but he's taken to raiding the nest and carrying baby bunnies carefully around the yard before we discover what he's doing and put them back. *facepalm* He doesn't try to kill them, but he's absolutely fascinated by them and keeps wanting to carry them around. We're having to keep an eye on him so he doesn't keep going back and scarring the mother/babies for life. 

...and back to your regular programming...

It's late. Tomorrow is Saturday, which means I get to sleep in a bit. *glee* Going all the time is starting to wear a bit. Plus I haven't ridden the horse since last Thursday and the guilt is laying on thick...tomorrow isn't looking so great for riding either. Sigh. Here's to taking a deep breath before the plunge.