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I went riding yesterday, Reggie was so good. Well, for a green 6 year old. He didn't fuss as much as he usually does, he wasn't a pain in the neck, he pulled on my arms alot, but not soooo bad. He is so cute. When I was grooming him, he swung his head around and kinda gently pushed me and then looked at me like "Hey! That tickled!" And he was nipping at me after Shannon was telling me about MaryAnn riding him (she's a ...large... woman) like "Don't make me do it again!" He's such an angel. And she's such a witch. She doesn't know how to train a horse, and she can't-wont- do it right. She's gonna end up hurting him. And I've had enough of people hurting wonderful horses. *stops to breathe* ok. I'm good. Anyway... so we decided to try cantering over a jump, and the first time, I brought him to it, went into my jumping position, and we were at the take-off spot... and he plowed right through the jump. Never lifted his front feet. The second time was a bit better. Then we hosed him off, bc he was really hot, and I almost passed out! Not fun. Then we put him away and swept the barn and put the tack and brush box away and we left. We went over by where the babys are, and I didn't know if it would still work so I tried. The second I whistled, Olivia picked her head up and so I walked over to the top of the field by the fence and whistled again, and she came right away :). I love this filly, she's adorable.
Then we got home, I took a shower, and we went to the mall. I had to get clothes for DC. Then after 2 hours of looking for dress clothes, we were really hungery and went to Olive Garden. Good food, hott waitor, it's all good.
Yesterday coming home from youth group, I had this... craving to go to mass, (Luke 2:46!) which was really odd for me but at the same time kind of comforting. So I asked my mom what she was doing Thursday, because she works Wed.s and I have to watch my sister, and she said "Working, I'm taking friday off instead" "Oh right, I forgot. What time do you leave Friday?" she said "Why?" "Because I want to go to mass" and get this: she said "Don't overdo it" I was kinda taken aback, thinking wait.... what did you just say? and asked "Why?" and she gave me this really condecending look and said, "Everything in moderation, Alli." I was really upset when she said that... like she's telling me that I can't handle going to mass more than once a week, that i have to ration off God like im dieting. I didn't say anything, because she was still mad at me for making her wait for 30 mins (she COULD HAVE come inside, but no... she had to come early and wait in the car so that I would get in more trouble) but I was seriously affected by what she said. I actually started fighting back tears. So now my question is.... Is there such a thing as God in moderation?
Then we got home, I took a shower, and we went to the mall. I had to get clothes for DC. Then after 2 hours of looking for dress clothes, we were really hungery and went to Olive Garden. Good food, hott waitor, it's all good.
Yesterday coming home from youth group, I had this... craving to go to mass, (Luke 2:46!) which was really odd for me but at the same time kind of comforting. So I asked my mom what she was doing Thursday, because she works Wed.s and I have to watch my sister, and she said "Working, I'm taking friday off instead" "Oh right, I forgot. What time do you leave Friday?" she said "Why?" "Because I want to go to mass" and get this: she said "Don't overdo it" I was kinda taken aback, thinking wait.... what did you just say? and asked "Why?" and she gave me this really condecending look and said, "Everything in moderation, Alli." I was really upset when she said that... like she's telling me that I can't handle going to mass more than once a week, that i have to ration off God like im dieting. I didn't say anything, because she was still mad at me for making her wait for 30 mins (she COULD HAVE come inside, but no... she had to come early and wait in the car so that I would get in more trouble) but I was seriously affected by what she said. I actually started fighting back tears. So now my question is.... Is there such a thing as God in moderation?