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Another great weekend. Ha, I think I'm an undercover adrenaline junkie. Friday kicked it off. Megan, Dani and I rode Caesar, Immy and Princess over to Kara's house to show her off. Megan and I decided we were going to just wear cowboy hats since, well, we hate helmets, and we were all in western saddles. So we got there and we were talking for a little while, and Kara asked if she could ride Princess. Now, Kara's a good rider, and even though Princess is young, she's a steady horse. Kara rode around for a few minutes and all the time, this kid (I say "kid"...he's probably 15 or so) was riding around on his dirtbike, full throttle, as loud as he could. Megan and I were turned away from it, but Princess saw the dirtbike coming and started bucking like some kind of rodeo bronc. Marjie and Dani managed to calm Princess down and got Kara off of her. Kara had (barely) stayed on, but she's so little that the cantle hit her in the back, hard, and she was crying. The dirtbike guy was coming around again for another loop, too. In the space of two seconds Megan and I looked at each other, pushed our hats down, slapped the horses with the rein ends and took off across the fields after the dirtbike.
We finally caught up to them (it turns out there were three) and Dirtbike Guy pushed up his helmet visor to get a good look at two snorting, stamping horses and two infuriated riders. I yelled myself hoarse at him (including before we actually caught him) and told him to WALK the bike home or the cops would be paying him a visit. He wasn't too bright, either. We told him what had happened to Kara and all he could say was "are you serious??" over and over. After the 7 minutes it took him to figure out that yes, we were serious, he turned around and walked the bike away. We cantered back to the Ford's yard and Image was so hot that he reared. It was AWESOME. As Marjie said, "All you guys would have needed were six-shooters and I would have thought I was watching a western!" The strangest things are true!
Then yesterday, I went to Hannah's soccer game. As usual I was late. My mom doesn't understand that she can't make me late for soccer games because they END. But anyway. I got there and found Mrs. Long only because I recognized her voice. It's easy to pick out her "COME ON!!!! C'MON, RED!!!! STOP THE BALL!!!" out of the moms with the Maryland accents. Sampy was sitting with her, too. So we were all talking and watching the game like usual, and all of a sudden Hannah crumples. Seriously. Fell so quick none of us saw. Everyone sat down, (I suppose to let the refs and coaches see who fell, but I must ask about this) and a bunch of people ran over to help her. She didn't move for the longest time, and then when she did get up and walk off the field, she fell again. And just laid there. I was worried, to say the very least. Sampy advised me to restrain myself from going over there (good call) because Hannah would have probably just told me to shut up and go away, anyway. Hannah later confirmed this. It turns out it was just a bad charlie horse. After the game was done, (and Hannah's team won), Hannah and I walked back to my truck so I could give her Wicked. I felt bad I had parked so far away. She left after that, and I called Christy to see if she wanted to do anything.
Turns out that she had to watch Othello for homework, and being bored (and as it turns out, shortsighted) I took her up on her offer to come over and watch it with her. We went out to rent it and we deliberated between the Kenneth Branagh (easy to watch, slight script variations) or the Laurence Olivier (painfully boring to watch, sticks to the script). We decided on the latter because it was for quote recognition. We didn't realize it was 2 hours and 49 minutes long, either. So when we popped it in and started watching, we realized that it would be a marathon, and the only way we would watch The Lion King 1 1/2 afterwards was if we got through the whole thing. It was incentive! I decided that there was no way I could watch three hours of bad acting without some sort of junk food, so I called Chili's 15 minutes before close and ordered a blackberry tea and queso to go.
After I paid for it and left, I was about to turn onto 32 when a black Chevy Extreme shot out in front of me and sat there waiting for the road to clear. I wasn't upset at all, it's not like I was in a rush. There was a guy riding in the bed though, and he looked at me and said something to the driver, but they were my age or so, so I wasn't really concerned. I figured that somehow they would be going the same way as me, trying to show off. Same thing happened at the turn onto 26. They got in front of me to turn, then peeled away when the light changed. Like I said, I didn't really care, but occasionally the country music side of me kicks in. Abandoning all logical sense, the only thought I could process was that they had just insulted my truck with a lowriding, useless, unnecessarily pretty excuse for a Chevy. So I floored it. We got to the stoplight at Wesley Freedom and the people in the Extreme were looking over at me and revving their engine (V6, I might add) and as the light changed , I gave them a little salute and off I went. They beat me off the line, but my muddy, scratched up S10 left them behind to the tune of "Rough & Ready" before we even got to St. Joe's. So that was fun.
I got back and we finished (sort of) watching Othello. The end of the last scene is torture. It might be the longest shot I've ever seen. I couldn't stand it. I was determined to suffer through it, though. After it was over, I turned on the Golden Girls, but Christy was asleep by this time and just as Blanche was telling some guy that she really loved him and he meant so much to her, Christy rolled over on the remote and turned it off. Talk about adding insult to injury. So I just fell asleep.
Now I'M just working on homework and trying to figure out how this Wicked trip is going to work. I hope everyone else's weekend was as exciting as mine, LOL...
We finally caught up to them (it turns out there were three) and Dirtbike Guy pushed up his helmet visor to get a good look at two snorting, stamping horses and two infuriated riders. I yelled myself hoarse at him (including before we actually caught him) and told him to WALK the bike home or the cops would be paying him a visit. He wasn't too bright, either. We told him what had happened to Kara and all he could say was "are you serious??" over and over. After the 7 minutes it took him to figure out that yes, we were serious, he turned around and walked the bike away. We cantered back to the Ford's yard and Image was so hot that he reared. It was AWESOME. As Marjie said, "All you guys would have needed were six-shooters and I would have thought I was watching a western!" The strangest things are true!
Then yesterday, I went to Hannah's soccer game. As usual I was late. My mom doesn't understand that she can't make me late for soccer games because they END. But anyway. I got there and found Mrs. Long only because I recognized her voice. It's easy to pick out her "COME ON!!!! C'MON, RED!!!! STOP THE BALL!!!" out of the moms with the Maryland accents. Sampy was sitting with her, too. So we were all talking and watching the game like usual, and all of a sudden Hannah crumples. Seriously. Fell so quick none of us saw. Everyone sat down, (I suppose to let the refs and coaches see who fell, but I must ask about this) and a bunch of people ran over to help her. She didn't move for the longest time, and then when she did get up and walk off the field, she fell again. And just laid there. I was worried, to say the very least. Sampy advised me to restrain myself from going over there (good call) because Hannah would have probably just told me to shut up and go away, anyway. Hannah later confirmed this. It turns out it was just a bad charlie horse. After the game was done, (and Hannah's team won), Hannah and I walked back to my truck so I could give her Wicked. I felt bad I had parked so far away. She left after that, and I called Christy to see if she wanted to do anything.
Turns out that she had to watch Othello for homework, and being bored (and as it turns out, shortsighted) I took her up on her offer to come over and watch it with her. We went out to rent it and we deliberated between the Kenneth Branagh (easy to watch, slight script variations) or the Laurence Olivier (painfully boring to watch, sticks to the script). We decided on the latter because it was for quote recognition. We didn't realize it was 2 hours and 49 minutes long, either. So when we popped it in and started watching, we realized that it would be a marathon, and the only way we would watch The Lion King 1 1/2 afterwards was if we got through the whole thing. It was incentive! I decided that there was no way I could watch three hours of bad acting without some sort of junk food, so I called Chili's 15 minutes before close and ordered a blackberry tea and queso to go.
After I paid for it and left, I was about to turn onto 32 when a black Chevy Extreme shot out in front of me and sat there waiting for the road to clear. I wasn't upset at all, it's not like I was in a rush. There was a guy riding in the bed though, and he looked at me and said something to the driver, but they were my age or so, so I wasn't really concerned. I figured that somehow they would be going the same way as me, trying to show off. Same thing happened at the turn onto 26. They got in front of me to turn, then peeled away when the light changed. Like I said, I didn't really care, but occasionally the country music side of me kicks in. Abandoning all logical sense, the only thought I could process was that they had just insulted my truck with a lowriding, useless, unnecessarily pretty excuse for a Chevy. So I floored it. We got to the stoplight at Wesley Freedom and the people in the Extreme were looking over at me and revving their engine (V6, I might add) and as the light changed , I gave them a little salute and off I went. They beat me off the line, but my muddy, scratched up S10 left them behind to the tune of "Rough & Ready" before we even got to St. Joe's. So that was fun.
I got back and we finished (sort of) watching Othello. The end of the last scene is torture. It might be the longest shot I've ever seen. I couldn't stand it. I was determined to suffer through it, though. After it was over, I turned on the Golden Girls, but Christy was asleep by this time and just as Blanche was telling some guy that she really loved him and he meant so much to her, Christy rolled over on the remote and turned it off. Talk about adding insult to injury. So I just fell asleep.
Now I'M just working on homework and trying to figure out how this Wicked trip is going to work. I hope everyone else's weekend was as exciting as mine, LOL...