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Monthly Archives: January 2014
Now I want a zebra printed flute!
Joy sounds happy, but voiceless sounds sad. Now I don’t know if I’m happy or sad.
All boulders aren’t clueless?
When you find an alien horse, I have the perfect name:
To me this sounds like they were going to talk about what they would die for, but blush because it’s embarrassing.
Funny, I had drama class first period for the first quarter of school…
Balloons can be Swedish?
Whatchamacallit makes every word sound better!
Jack and cursed Jill went up the hill…
Hello, I’m Oregano! Can I have some blood?
Hello Sacred Walnut of the Sacred Nuts.
Brain damage can be fancy?
Look at my trampoline, it’s so snazzy.
According to the internet, melancholy means a feeling of pensive sadness, which is the opposite of Yahoo!
Anyone else think of Frozen?
Your doom was so great, it became legendary!
It would be awkward if randomly ran into a drifting chest in the ocean! Makes me think of Shakespeare’s Tempest where there is phrase in which they talk about men whose heads lay upon their chests.
I found this random horse name generator and had to use it! It came up with a bunch of silly ones I want to share. I’ve added random comments as well!
When you fail your striding in a jump line:
A new winter board game:
Apricots can be cuddly?
I just realized doughnut is spelled wrong…
Flowers can be mathematical?
I think this one should be Doomed at Dusk.
Did anyone else think of the Mona Lisa?
She’s snazzy nowhere! That should be a song…
Twitter is in the Sky?
Hello and welcome to my house Sir Almond.
This one’s actually pretty good:
You can tax rosebuds?
According to the internet abrasive means:
(of a substance or material) capable of polishing or cleaning a hard surface by rubbing or grinding.
- (of a person or manner) showing little concern for the feelings of others; harsh.
I found this quote on Green n’ Green = Black n’ Blue and thought it was gorgeous.
From time to time, people tell me, “lighten up, it’s just a horse,” or, “that’s a lot of money for just a horse”.
They don’t understand the distance traveled, the time spent, or the costs involved for “just a horse.” Some of my proudest moments have come about with “just a horse”.
Many hours have passed and my only company was “just a horse,” but I did not once feel slighted. Some of my saddest moments have been brought about by “just a horse”, and in those days of darkness, the gentle touch of “just a horse” gave me comfort and reason to overcome the day.
If you too, think its “just a horse”, then you will probably understand phrases like “just a friend”, “just a sunrise”, or “just a promise”.
“Just a horse” brings into my life the very essence of friendship, trust, and pure unbridled joy. “Just a horse” brings out the compassion and patience that make me a better person. Because of “just a horse” I will rise early, take long walks and look longingly into the future.
So for me and folks like me, it’s not “just a horse” but an embodiment of all the hopes and dreams of the future, the fond memories of the past, and the pure joy of the moment.
“Just a horse” brings out what’s good in me and diverts my thoughts away from myself and the worries of the day.
I hope that someday they can understand that it’s not “just a horse” but the thing that gives me humanity and keeps me from being “just a woman”.
I have a story to share today. If you don’t want to read it, go read another blog, or skip to the end for an overview.
This is a story about horses that I’ve loved who I have found again.
Two years ago, I was at an english barn for the first time, having only ridden western (except one lesson to see if I would like a different barn). I was immediately put on the barn’s beginner horse. Boomer:
(Not my picture)
After a while, I was put on Infinity. I don’t have any pictures of him on my computer, but I can describe him. He’s an arabian, bay with a white stripe. I don’t think he has any leg markings, and was between 14.3 and 15 hands high (a guess). I fell in love with him. He became my lesson horse, and I never heard of really anyone else riding him. At that time he was perfect for me. He was calm, could walk & trot & do little crossrails.
I was so in love with him, that at my birthday party that year, I had my parents buy a plain Costco cake, & frost his face on it. For my birthday party, I invited a whole group of friends to my barn & we all rode. They took turns riding Boomer, but I rode Infinity almost the whole time.
At some point after that, the barn was planning on going to a schooling show. I wasn’t allowed to ride Infinity for a reason I didn’t know until later. I started having 2 lessons a week. One was to ride in a group lesson on Infinity, and one was to ride the horse I was going to ride in the show. (Go here to learn more about that show) My next lesson after that show, Infinity was gone. I was told his owner didn’t want to half own the barn anymore, so she took her horses away but nothing more. I began riding Boomer again.
That same group of people eventually moved to a new location & I went with them. After we were about to leave from that barn, one of the girls I had been riding with told me that 1 of the 2 horses that lived in a corral behind our barn was Infinity! None of us were allowed to touch him, so that if anything happened, we couldn’t be blamed.
The second horse that followed me was actually a pony. I’m sure most of you know Lola, but I’ll recap. She was the pony I rode for 6 months, which ended in April. I love her, and was the only one who wanted to ride her. It broke my heart to leave her, but at the same time I was ready to leave her because she had taught me all I could learn.
Yesterday when I was riding, my old trainer texted my mom a picture of Lola, saying she had found her at the barn I’m at now. My mom immediately went to look, and found her! Later my instructor said that she was considering buying Lola, so she had her on trial for a week! The best part is, I get to ride her tomorrow!
Me riding Lola backwards (Another rider was leading her from the ground, we only walked & my trainer was there & obviouslyI’m wearing a helmet.) )
Me riding Lola & my friend riding Willie
At my only gymkhana, after our 2nd class. The friend who’s in the picture above is in the background of this one.
At a show. (I find it funny that we are both looking the same way, & it’s not at the camera.)
Basically, 2 horses have followed me to a barn after I mainly rode & loved them.
P.S. I have another, funnier post planned as soon as I can get the pictures for it.
P.P.S This is my 50 post on this blog!
40 minutes ‘ti New Years where I live!