Not another horse
Today we went home and visited my in-laws. Nice people. Sweet people. Horse people. Now I don't mind horses, and I'm glad that they have a hobby that they can share and enjoy. However, I don't *get* horses. To me riding around the countryside would be utter bordem. I am not a fan of nature - ok nature is good outside of the window. Riding in a ring for prizes is even more unfathomable to me. Why put all that work into it when it's not good for anything but show? Again, I'm sure that they think it's tons of fun and that's ok with me.
However, because of this non-understanding of horses I can only talk about them for so long. I can visit with someone excited about horses for about an hour. I can extend that for a while longer by switching the majority of my answers to "wow" or "really?" Also insert plenty of smiling an nodding. However, when you visit someone for several hours and the conversation only occasionally drifts away from horses I get bored out of my freaking mind. I was just zoned out completely by the time we left.
In good news, I had a nice juicy visit with my step-grandmother-in-law, another recent addition to the family. She understands that I'm having a hard time adjusting to a family that is always on the move, doesn't understand special, and makes decisions in a snap. She also understands that my mother-in-law isn't the warmest person on the face of the plant and we can discuss (ok, gossip a bit) why and how to make things better. Best of all nothing gets taken the wrong way and I don't have to worry about it biting me later.