Bumness

So I'm sitting here thinking, "there's nothing to write about". But it's that little phrase and that mindset that begins those extensive gaps between posts. So I'm just gonna sit my butt down and start writing.

So... umm... Well... I- well. Okay I'll just start with yesterday.

Yesterday, I was left alone. They just all abandoned me, without a care. They don't love me anymore! It's so devestating! -shakey sobs-

Yeah. I know, I'll get over it. Anyway, I got up about 7:15, got ready for school and got dressed. 2 feed salesman came in about 7:30 for some coffee and stayed in for about 2 hours talking while I went about my school. One then got in his truck and left, and the other got in Daddy's ranch vehicle and they went about the ranch doing... Feed... assessment... stuff. I guess. I dunno what feed salesmen do when they get in the truck with clients. I guess try to sell feed.

ANYWAY. Tyler left for his college class, he also had to run a few errands and went to see a movie. Jumper. He said it was "okay". He never sees good movies, they are always okay movies. It's either "I dunno" or "okay". So then Lora came to abduct my mother. They were going into town to meet with Marquita at a nice little restaurant called Tia Juana's (I think that's how to spell it) and eat, then get a few groceries, and our beef. We take our beef into this little market that butchers them and cuts it all up for us. Yummy. =D So yeah, Lora abducted Momma, and I was here by myself. So Momma had kind of made dinner. It's Chicken & Dumpling casserole, extremely delicious, I should post the recipe sometime. All I did was make the dumplings and put it in the oven. Then the feed salesman, Daddy & Grandpa came in, and I fed them dinner. And then dessert, which was cherry pie and ice-cream. The feed salesman didn't want any though. I looove dessert, I never say no to dessert! Well sometimes I do but I need to cut back. But honestly, it was cherry pie and ice-cream! Maybe he was diabetic. In that case I feel bad for eating sweets in front of him. Anywho, then they left and I proceeded to spend about an hour putting away food, doing dishes, and just cleaning the kitchen. Then I did more school and watched a little TV until Lora decided she had enough of Momma and decided to... unabduct her. Yeah, she brought her back. She got tired of her. Lol.

So I helped unload 11 boxes of meat onto the porch, and pack it into 1 upright freezer and 1 chest freezer. That's alot of stinkin meat. The carcass weighed like 937 lbs or something like that. HOLY CRUD! When Momma called in about the meat, this is, apparantly, how that conversation went.

Momma: *greeting, gives name, asks about meat, blah blah blah*
Supermeat Market Dude: Yes ma'am, let me pull your order.
Momma: Thank-you.
Supermeat Market Dude: That's no beef, ma'am.
Momma: Excuse me?
Supermeat Market Dude: That's a baby elefant!

Hahaha. It was pretty big, so we had a LOT of meat to put up. Then 4 bags of groceries, then I jumped in the truck with Lora and Momma and went to her place, just 10 miles from us, to help her unload her meat as well. We did that, then tried to help her set up some stuff on her new computer to protect it like AdAware, AVG, and Spybot but her computer wasn't getting service, so she called that evening when we were back home and Momma walked her through it. Later we shall introduce her to the addictive blogging world. Bwaha.

So we came home, ate, stuff like that. Watched American Idol to see who got kicked off. I was upset, Alexandrea should have stayed. Darn.

So this morning. I slept in. Again. Grrrr. I can be so stupid sometimes. I hate sleeping in, but I have a hard time getting up in the morning without enough sleep. In fact, I cannot even muster up enough strength to sit up. Honestly, Momma says she wakes me up, but it's like my body wakes up and my mind doesn't, because I cannot remember her doing that. At all. It's weird. But if I don't get my 8-9 hours of sleep, I just can't get out of bed. What is the logical thing to do? Go to bed earlier.

But that is logical. I am not logical.

But I seriously need to start. But after Idol I started watching the Home Improvement marathon. And even though people got up, took showers, got ready for bed, actually went to bed, I just stayed there like a lazy heap of... bum. Yeah, instead of a sack of potatoes, I was a big heap of bum. Bumness. Hehe. I have too much bumness sometimes, honestly. It's like I have this split personality thing. I get sooo efficient sometimes but sometimes I get so lazy. I need to work on that.

Anyway I did some school and then proceeded to help Momma make dinner. She cooked steaks on the grill, and I fried up some potatoes, and made the salad. I loooove this meal. Salad is delicious. But the spinach we got this time was huge! We usually get baby spinach, but these spinach leaves were like stinkin banana leaves! Okay not quite, but they were huge. I used to hate spinach. With a passion. School ruined it. I went to public school for Kindergarten and 1st Grade, and I still remember walking into that cafeteria and knowing it was spinach day. You could smell it, and it was the worst odor. I remember one time some kid got sick because of it. It made me want to puke, and I did gag I know that. It was that cheap canned stuff, ewwwww. Nasty. Never try it. Ever. Fresh spinach is good, but I don't care how stinkin big Popeye's arms are, do NOT eat canned spinach. You will regret it. Don't say I didn't warn you.

So dinner was really good. Now I'm stuffed. We had the peanut-butter chocolate chip cookies I made this morning for dessert. Mmmm yummy! =D I have the best recipe, I should post it.

And now I am on here, but I have to go do al- al- alge-- alge-- algeb--



ALGEBRA. *gag*

Remember, folks: You know algebra is gonna be boring, because it has the words "algie" and "bra" in it.

Pray for me.

My Ride

My ride went very well, in case you were wondering. Which you probably weren't because, well, it's not like it was a once in a lifetime experience or anything. But you're still gonna hear about it. So sit still and listen. Read. Sit still and read.

Well I figured I would have to go out on the 4-wheeler and get the horses in. But I guess they had snuck up without my knowing it, because as I walked out towards the oil shed, where we store the ATV, I noticed the entire herd of horses in the lot. I think, "Well thank you Lord, I certainly appreciate that." So I grab my bridle and go out to catch Wyatt... And what would you know, he had just moments earlier gotten an urge to roll. In the pond. Resulting in a once nice, clean horse becoming a nasty, stinky horse caked with black pond mud and dripping with pond scum.

Now I find myself thinking, "Noo! Why Lord, why?!?!"

I will never understand why the good Lord does what he does sometimes. I guess we just have to trust he knows what he's doing, even when he lets my horse roll in black mud. So I lead Wyatt up to the pens where I begin using a metal comb, stiff brush, and rubber curry comb to remove the mud from the left side of Wyatt, which was mostly dry. Appears he hadn't rolled on that side-- but his legs, belly, and entire right side was covered in the stinky mess. So I used the horse to wash him off... Kinda. I mean it got most of the mud off, but he was still a mess. Then I used the rubber comb-brush thingy and a sweat scraper to get the water off. Then I found an old t-shirt and did my best to dry him off.

If you can't tell by now, I was extremely determined to go for this ride.

So when he was fairly dry, I hopped on and off we went. (I figured my jeans would get wet, but they didn't, so it was all good.) So I go through the horse lot, into another lot, and freedom lay just beyond the lot gate!

Well, kinda. See we have this old cow dog, about 12 years or so, his name is Sam. He's a Catahoula mix and scares the crud out of almost everybody who doesn't know he is a gentle giant, partly because he's so huge, partly because his head resembles that of a pitbull, and partly because he has marks such as scars across his head, belly, legs and a split ear from fights.

Grrrr. Me scary dog!

Psssh. Yeah right. Anyway, he's really old and has joint problems, I don't doubt he has arthritis, we need to start giving him glucosamine or something. Anyway, I noticed that he was following me. Now I planned to go about 4 or 5 miles, and gallop/lope a little bit, and it would be way too hard on him to try and catch up, and my heart would break just leaving him behind. But I figured if I loped away fast, he would stay near the house. So that's what I did, but when I was about a 1/4 mile away from the water lot, I could see him loping after me, limping and aching.



So we walked/trotted back to the house where I decided to lock Sam in the yard with Tucker. Well he knew of my intentions, and trotted to the back of the house and disappeared in his pen. (We keep the 2 other dogs in a set of pens, and Sam has one where he gets fed and sometimes he hangs around in there.) Frustrated that it was taking me half an hour to get my ride started, I went inside and explained the situation to Momma. She went out to get Sam and off I went. Finally!

NOW I was free. I went into Middle Bull, as usual. I kind of like to mix things up occasionally, but for the most part I have a routine. Some might find this boring, but I find it everything but. Sure it's the same old path but I know it well, know there are no holes or spooky objects along the way, and I can let my mind wander as we go. So off we went, and when we topped the hill near the water tank, I noticed a small group of the roping steers in the pasture.

There was one lone steer. Seperated. All by himself. Defenseless.

Bwaha.

I eased up to him, and we kind of danced around with him for a few minutes, but then he really hit it and took off and I knew that bareback, there was no way I could stay on without much of a struggle. Like I said, Wyatt goes into "cow mode" and it's a rather scary thing bareback. It's a thrill, but I didn't want to come flying off. So I used alot of strength on the reins to hold Wyatt back, and we moved on down the other side of the hill towards the water trough.

Remember how I told you there are always antelope there? Well, yep, there was. But there was only one buck. And he was coming towards me, and determined to go that way, and it didn't really strike my fancy to come running back the way I had just come. Plus, it's not quite as much fun to chase one as a whole herd. Then I noticed that in the next pasture just across the fence was an entire herd, and he was heading towards those. Well, it did cross my mind to go into that pasture and chase the herd, but they were heading into thick brush, and I was just too lazy to go in there. So we just kind of loped back around and did our little loop, and ended up back at the house. Which may sound kind of silly, but hey, I like my little routine. I know which pastures are fun to ride in and which aren't that much fun, and well now I'm rambling. So ANYWAY we went into South Bull, which is, as you may have guessed, just South of Middle Bull. We went through there, and when we hit the fence, headed West till we hit the gate going into Long Trap.

I think I mentioned this in a recent post, but I always love to come into this pasture and lope home, because on the East fence is a wide, red dirt path free of brush and it's good dirt, not hard packed, like the roads. If I ride Wyatt too much on the roads, it will chip his hooves. So eyah we loped home, and that was my... Oh it was about a 2 hour ride I guess, not incredibly long, but I did enjoy it.

So I just spent an entire post babbling on about a boring horseback ride. Sorry to bore you. I'll go now. And return later with something more interesting.

If you're lucky.

Sorry Guys

I know I keep saying I will start writing consistently again. And I don't. Well... This time I'm really gonna make a true effort! I promise! =)

Well remember when I told ya'll to send me an angry email or something to make me write? I recieved an email from my *cough cough* very dear friend... Who's name shall remain anonymous *cough cough SARA cough cough*. The following was the text contained within the email: "WRITE ON YOU'RE FREAKIN' BLOG!" Thank you dear anonymous friend.

Honestly, not much has been happening. I mean, when I sit down and write I can find lots of things to talk about, random things that are sometimes quite interesting, humorous, or downright ridiculous. School pretty much defines my life, I am convinced. Honestly. Now I understand that an education is essential and will benefit me in the years following the sacred day on which I will graduate, and I agree that school is beneficial. However. This confession does not mean I must enjoy school. Poor Momma, I am such a procrastinator. And she will be the first to tell you that when I don't understand a concept, I refuse to ask for help. I 1) battle my way through the problem and end up getting it wrong anyway or 2) simply leave the problem unanswered and move on to the next. This is a terrible habit and I strongly advise you never try it. I'm honestly getting better though! I truly am! But it seems like all I ever hear about it how behind we are. It seems that Momma thinks this will motivate us, or me, when really it only dampens my ambitious spirit. Or... what little I have. Yes, I know we are behind, and yes I know I should try harder. I'm just tired of hearing about it! I am trying harder, and I am getting better about understanding Algebra 1 and completing my History outlines and reading an entire seciton in my science book. I am, honest!

Sorry for griping. I'll stop now.

It's an outstanding day outside, perhaps the best we have had all year. Or... in the past 2 and 1/2 months that is. It's hard to believe it's already February though. Partially because January just flew by, and partially because the weather is not acting as it should in February. It has been so warm! Right now it's beautiful, just perfect. One of those spring days where it's cool, there's a light breeze, the skies aren't quite overcast but not sunny either... Just perfect. And I have every intention of going for a ride. Yesterday this was my goal upon awakening, but alas, the wind never ceased. I won't go rambling on about the wind, as I'm sure you've heard about it from everyone else on my Blog List. Of course, that was weeks ago... As I haven't written in what seems like forever. I do miss writing on here though, and I hope to pick it up again! I used to write on here every day, what ever happened to that?

Anyway, back to riding. Stupid wind. Nasty wind. Yucky. Yes, I am bitter towards the wind, I simply hate it. When it got windy in Texas, in the mountains, it wasn't terrible as the mountains served as a barrier for the wind, and we were nestled up right against Timber Mountain, which was no hill I'll tell you that. So wind was never a concern. Here... ugh. it seems like it hasn't stopped blowing since the first of the year! And we aren't in completely flat country, it's more like... Well, as my Daddy puts it "gentle rolling country". Very gentle. And there is nothing to block the wind. Also, we don't have much grass, especially at this time of the year, to prevent the dirt from kicking up and practically blinding us. Sometimes it's like a sandblaster, I swear! So yesterday, the wind never did stop. Daddy and Tyler were gonna go coyote calling but it was no use due to the wind. But it's only a very gentle breeze right now. When I got around to thinking about riding this morning, it was already about 10:00. Add 15 minutes to that for catching my horse (he was out in the pasture, I would have to get the 4-wheeler and gather them up), I only had about 1 hour and 45 minutes to ride. Pssssh. Not worth it. So now I am on here, waiting for Momma to say the steaks are done. Then I shall eat, and perhaps go catch my dangerous beast. Maybe they aren't as far out in the pasture as I thought. Maybe I can just go out and catch him. Or maybe they will drift in. Anyway, I'm convinced I shall ride today.

Last Wednesday was the last time I got a chance to ride. Wyatt and I found some antelope, and for the first time, I was bold enough to consider chasing them. Bareback. Kind of a stupid idea really. We topped this hill (gently rolling, remember?) and there were 3 head of antelope. It would have been better with a whole herd, but oh well. This area of the pasture, Middle Bull, always has some antelope, I don't know why, but it's right by a water tank and there are always, I mean always antelope there. Strange. Anyway, so I just got this spur of the moment urge to, well, chase them. So Wyatt and I just kind of started loping parallel to them, and I thought maybe I could turn them and they would run the other away... Away from the flat. With lots of holes. But noooo the stupid antelope decided to run towards the flat. So Wyatt kicked into high speed and off we went! Keep in mind I was bareback. It's difficult enough to stay on your horse at high speeds bareback, let alone when you are chasing after dangerous beasties. So Wyatt, for some reason, got into "cow mode". It's like he saw a critter running away, and it was his job to get that critter. And when he gets into cow mode, he is a different horse. I'm talking running like a horse off the race track, stops so sharp you think his butt is gonna slip under him and he'll fall down, turns so hard he seems like a highly trained reining horse. It's not the same lazy, do nothing Wyatt. It's cow mode, attack!!, deathly energetic Wyatt.

So yeah and we ended up really close to the edge of that flat with lots of holes. I hate holes. Especially when I'm on Wyatt, he never fails to fall in them. The other day we were gathering bulls in Coyote. Coyote is the pasture Wyatt has lived in practically his entire life, and he went down on his knees 3 times due to holes, and stumbled another 20 times. I mean, heck, he LIVES here! He should have the GPS coordinates to every stinkin hole in that place by now!

Anyway. So the 3 antelope split up, and I decided to follow a buck. Who was heading AWAY from the flat. We chased him for... not too long, just a bit, then I spent about an entire minutes trying to get Wyatt down from a flat out run to a lope. It took my another minute to get him to a trot. Man, did he get excited. It was awesome though, hehe. =D I plan on doing it again this afternoon.

Well I've been on here long enough, I think the steaks are almost ready. Adios!

Horses, horses, horses...

Somebody needs to call me or send me an angry email for not posting on here in forever. (Somebody does not include you Mom.)

Well I guess I will start with last night.

Yesterday we (Mom, Tyler & I) went into town in Tyler's truck (I call it the Tymobile) because our big 4 door Ford diesel (we have had it for 9 years) needed to be taken to the mechanics to be repaired... The spedometer didn't work, the driver's side window wouldn't roll down, and the 4-wheel-drive didn't work, and the brakes needed replacing. Anyway so first stop, pick up the truck. Then Tyler went to the movies with Nelson and Adam from Youth group. They saw the newest Rambo.

It is a bloody, gory movie. I didn't see a movie, there wasn't really anything worth seeing, but even Tyler said it was, and he loves war movies and stuff, so that is saying alot. He said it was BAD. Don't go see it. Ugh.

Anyway.... Mom and I went to Ginsberg Music to look for some music for me to play, something along the lines of Chris LeDoux or George Strait, maybe some of The Cars or Billy Joel, but they had NOTHING to my tastes, so we went to the second hand/consignment store for a few moments, then to the teacher's supply store where Mom bought a grammar book for Tyler. Yay him.

Then... we... Went to Sams. Then to WalMart for a short period of time. Then we went to Sonic where I had a chicken sandwich/burger and a vanilla Dr. Pepper. Then we went to the extension office where we prepared for the 4-H meeting, which was rather boring I must say. Extremely boring really.

That started at 6:10. I am VP, but since the Secretary failed to show, it was my responsibility to take the minutes. If you don't know what those are... You basically jot down EVERYTHING we discuss during the meeting, it's terrible really it is. Don't be secretary at your 4-H club, I strongly advise you not to do this, seriously.

So the meeting ended at about 6:40. But D'aun (our group leader) wanted all of us officers to stay and help the little kids make valentines for... I forgot who. Maybe the nursing home or something. Anyway, there was a concert/ice cream social at the church that had started at 6:30 that I really wanted to get to, so I excused myself from the meeting (I think D'aun was a little upset at me for that) and we made it to the church at about 6:50. Inside we went, and into the sanctuary, where we proceeded to enjoy the worship music of a band from California called Ives. They were AWESOME ya'll I looooved their music. After I bought their CD, which doesn't have any of their worhsip songs on it, but definitely look it them up, they are not very popular yet, but I really liked them. Then it was time for...

ICECREAM! "I scream, you scream, we all scream, for ICE CREAM!"

Hehe sorry. I am kind of fond of this paticular sweet treat. Mmmm...

I got chocolate, with these mint-chocolate bits on top, they had SO many toppings, but these... Wow... I LOVE mint chocolate ANYTHING. Candy bars, fudge, ice cream... Yummo! So hehe I had two bowls... But so did Sara and Shadoe so I'm not the only guilty party here! It was sooo good... Then Tyler announced he wanted to go home. *sobs* So we left at 8:45. Had a very... interesting conversation on the way home. Hmmm. Anyway I texted Sara at 10:00 (I was waiting for Mom to get out the shower, so I could jump in) and she was still at the church. Phoo. Lucky Sara! Oh well, I can't complain, she usually has to leave right after Youth and I get to stay, so I guess it evens out... But still, phoo.

Anyways, I slept in this morning cause I didn't get to sleep til like 11:30 last night, and when I woke up Mom said that Daddy had said Jackson was having stomach problems and he was trying to get a hold of a vet.

Jackson is a 3 year old sorrel colt. Tyler announced that he doesn't want to ride him anymore (he only has like 10 rides) so Daddy said I could start riding him, after Daddy put a few rides on him first since he hasn't been ridden in like 3 months but I haven't gotten on him yet. Anyway.

It's Saturday. So Daddy called our horse vet, Dr. Blach. Couldn't get a hold of him, so just left a message. Later, Dr. Blach called back and said to have Jackson there by 11:00. So, I jumped in with Daddy and off we went to the vet's.

Now, my first thought was colic. Most horse owners really panic at that world, because colic is a fatal occurance. However, the horse I grew up riding, and my Daddy's first and best ever horse (I told ya'll about him last post I think it was), Poncho, colicked alot. I guess when he started getting in his teens, it got bad. You could not put this horse on hay for one night, or the next day he would colic. Even a grass hay, like sudan. And multiple times I remember walking Poncho around and around headquarters to keep his gut from cramping and to keep him from lying down and rolling and twisting his gut. Little kids don't know much about horse medicine, but I have ALWAYS known of two. Bute, of course, and Banamine, we always had these medicines and I remember Daddy always gave Poncho Banamine, it's like an aspirin for horses. Anyway... We also had to take Poncho to the vet alot for colicking. Dr. Box would run a tube down his nose and into his stomach and pump him full of mineral water. Or oil. I can't remember. Anyway... We would leave him there for a few hours, and he would be fine. So colic doesn't strike that much fear in me, because I just grew up around it, but it is NOT good I know that.

So anyway, back to our story. When we got to the vet's, the doc was waiting for us. We shut Jackson up in the vet box, and Dr. Blach took his temperature and used a stethascope to listen and see if his stomach was moving. (It's always a really good sign for a colicking horse if you hear stomach noises, it means their guts are moving, which usually means they are getting over that episode of colic.) Then he palpated the poor thing... He squirmed quite a bit, but I don't think anybody would really enjoy getting somebody's hand stuck up their butt. I know I wouldn't.

He then informed us that he was constipated. "Feels like a big loaf of bread", were his exact words. Hmmm. So he made up some mineral water, twitched Jackson, fed a tube down his nose and into his stomach, then pumped him full of the water, which would loosen the stool and out it would come. Hopefully. He then gave him a shot of Banamine and I forgot what the other was called, but it gets his stomach to moving.

He suggested we leave Jackson there, in case what he had done didn't work. He had to give it 8 hours to work, but if it didn't, he would have to repeat the process. So we will pick him up on Monday when Daddy takes some cattle into the cow sale.

Daddy and I then went to the Livestock & Farm Supply store where we needed some nuts, washers, nails, and plumbing parts. Then to Farmer's Country Market for baking soda (don't ask I wouldn't know), then home.

We ate a sandwich, then Daddy and Mom went on a short feedrun. Shortly after they left, I grabbed my bridle, because Wyatt was out in the horse pasture, but very close to the house, just right across the fence. So I walked through the lot, over the fence...

And there he was. The terrific beast himself, who's mere presence can cause you to tremble in fear.

The Danger Outlaw.

Wyatt Earp.

Wyatt Earp, the dangerous gun man and outlaw of the wild west, was being a baby. A brat. A donkey.

Wyatt Earp has donkey days. Rather often really.

I thought he was gonne trot off and make the whole herd leave, and I would have to bring them up to the pens, but I finally was able to get him. If you walk up to his face, or even his side, he trots off. If you approach his butt, he's fine. Weirdo. So I caught up, vaulted up like the pro- okay maybe not. I haven't mastered bareback mounting from the ground yet. I led him up to this little ledge on the side of the dirt tank, so I could get about 8 inches of elevation, and then I vaulted on... A little awkwardly, I must admit, but I got on! That's the point! Then I rode through that little lot (these lots are like 3 acres, just to keep cattle up in occasionally, 2 of them have a dirt tank) and into the big horse pen, where I dismounted to remove my hoodie. It was getting quite warm... So I used the fence to get back on, and off I went!

The wind has been blowing for the past week or so. I mean ferociously, not just breezy. And it was just breezy when I got on.... But once I got to riding, it was WARM. I mean it wasn't much fun. I rode around Middle Bull for a while, and when the wind picked up... This sounds weird but I was HAPPY. I was ENJOYING the wind. That is so weird, but true, yes I enjoyed the wind, it felt good, it wasn't breezy anymore, it was WIND, but it was cool and felt nice, it wasn't gusty, just very nice and kept the temperature perfect.

So I made my circle through Middle Bull, but it's very small, only... *looks at map* 754 acres. So I made it back to the lots at the house, but didn't want to stop riding, I had only been gone like and hour. So I went into South Bull. I thought about circling it, but then thought I would just ride the fence down to the South end of the pasture, and then enter Long Trap which is just West of South Bull, and ride down the fence that way. If I ride the fence in Long Trap, I thought, I can lope like almost all the way home.

I don't like to full out lope in the pastures, because where it's either really brushy and Wyatt will make some weird duck and I'll come flying off, or it has holes and he may fall, or I can't just enjoy myself and RIDE I have to like... steer him lol. This stretch along the fence is clear of grass, of holes, of anything, and it is good soft dirt. Wyatt hasn't been shod in years, he just goes barefoot, so riding on roads hurt his feet, and especially loping will chip his hooves.

So I started loping down and it was AWESOME. Riding down the South Bull pasture he was being an idiot, he kept wanting to go home, so he was being URRRGH. But finally, all was well. He was loping smoothly, not me asking him to, just at a good pace, it felt so good, it was awesome. So then I wanted to gallop.... But he was acting weird about it, and I was about to fall off trying (he's not exactly sensitive and I don't wear spurs bareback) so I just enjoyed the pace for like a half mile, maybe more... It was great.

Got home, turned him loose, came in here... And here I am. =)

Well the cookies are calling. Yes I am baking cookies. No you cannot have any. They are mine! I am hoarding them. Bwahahaha.