Pool party over yonder
Woo hoo! And this makes three...
Today, yet again still hard to wake up, but I managed and made my way out to both barns. Have you ever woken up and thought, "Damn it. That horse is going to fucking kill me today." No? I do. Like every damn time I have to go see the Morgan mare I've been riding since my horse has been recovering from his surgery. But now that he's all better, I just keep getting these horrible feelings of resentment and thoughts that I'm risking myself just to ride the mare and that if I get hurt I won't be able to ride my own horse. Sure, it would absolutely kill me to all of a sudden break my leg and be out of commission for the next however many months and have to watch someone ELSE ride MY horse, but I think if I were going to fall...
...I would have done it already. Damn it.
After riding both horses I went to a pool party for a Medina 4H club. I'm not in a Medina 4H club, but a friend of mine that I show horses with during the summer invited me to it. It was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed myself between the amazing people, the huge-ass pool, and the REALLY good food, but when it came down to the advisors asking me if I was going to switch counties from Cuyahoga to Medina for next year, I froze. Of course I would love to join a club with COMPETITION and SANITY, but what can I say? I'm Cuyahoga born and bred. And as much as they piss me off and jerk my family and the horse program around, I guess that's my county. Besides, I'm only in 4H for two more years anyway. Just gotta make due with what I've got, I guess.
Tomorrow is my dad's birthday. He'll be 55 years old. I love my dad, and I hope he has the best day. Happy Birthday, Daddy!
Well, I'm running out of shit to write again. Until next time!
Today, yet again still hard to wake up, but I managed and made my way out to both barns. Have you ever woken up and thought, "Damn it. That horse is going to fucking kill me today." No? I do. Like every damn time I have to go see the Morgan mare I've been riding since my horse has been recovering from his surgery. But now that he's all better, I just keep getting these horrible feelings of resentment and thoughts that I'm risking myself just to ride the mare and that if I get hurt I won't be able to ride my own horse. Sure, it would absolutely kill me to all of a sudden break my leg and be out of commission for the next however many months and have to watch someone ELSE ride MY horse, but I think if I were going to fall...
...I would have done it already. Damn it.
After riding both horses I went to a pool party for a Medina 4H club. I'm not in a Medina 4H club, but a friend of mine that I show horses with during the summer invited me to it. It was a lot of fun and I really enjoyed myself between the amazing people, the huge-ass pool, and the REALLY good food, but when it came down to the advisors asking me if I was going to switch counties from Cuyahoga to Medina for next year, I froze. Of course I would love to join a club with COMPETITION and SANITY, but what can I say? I'm Cuyahoga born and bred. And as much as they piss me off and jerk my family and the horse program around, I guess that's my county. Besides, I'm only in 4H for two more years anyway. Just gotta make due with what I've got, I guess.
Tomorrow is my dad's birthday. He'll be 55 years old. I love my dad, and I hope he has the best day. Happy Birthday, Daddy!
Well, I'm running out of shit to write again. Until next time!