Just me, my horse, and....bikes?
I went horseback riding today at Garrod's for a change of pace/horse. It's been a long time since I've ridden any other horse except Gallo. (Not that I really want to anyway.) It was my Christmas present from my aunt and uncle. (It took us a while to schedule it.) It was much fun. I rode a horse named Bailey, who was new to the ranch. Initially I had to get used to the Western saddle, since I'm so accustomed to English, but it worked out in the end.
Bailey tried hard for me but he wasn't so good with the steering. "He doesn't know how to neck rein," the guide had told me. I didn't know any other way to steer with a Western bridle. I ended up mostly using leg signals, which he picked up much more quickly.
He was also very afraid of bikes, apparently never having seen one before (also according to our guide). The first few bikes we passed he would do a little dance, glancing sideways and moving as far away from them as possible. I got pissed because only one or two of the bikers slowed down for us. The others just stared at me like I needed to control my horse. *Sigh.* If only they knew....Fortunately, by the last bike, Bailey was acting much more behaved. I kept waiting for more, eager to get him more accustomed to the bikes.
After the ride our guide came up to me and patted me on the back. "Good thing your a great rider, otherwise we might have had some dead bodies to pick up out there. You did a very good job." I blushed and thanked him for the compliment. It made me very happy to hear, because as good as I feel on top of a horse (especially Gallo), I've never considered myself a "good" rider. I think they were just grateful to finally get someone that wasn't a complete idiot about horses. Still, I was smiling.
I'm going to Senior Ball! Should be much fun, because I know many seniors, and I will have a blast with Annie, who will also be there, and is super fun to dance with if you were wondering. I want TA to give me a tarot reading. If he does not I will act like the brat that I am. Then he will have no choice but to give me a tarot reading.
I got my hair done because my hair sucks and it was a disaster for Junior Prom. Unfortunately, now my head hurts from so many pins being jabbed into my scalp. I'm really excited though, and Mike will be wearing a white tux with a black shirt, while I'll be wearing a black dress with white gloves. It will be interesting and we will rock.
I hope people don't piss me off. By that I mean I hope girls that I am jealous of don't make me angry. But I will have too many friends there for that to happen. It will be way cool. I guess that's it. Sorry if that was boring.
Bailey tried hard for me but he wasn't so good with the steering. "He doesn't know how to neck rein," the guide had told me. I didn't know any other way to steer with a Western bridle. I ended up mostly using leg signals, which he picked up much more quickly.
He was also very afraid of bikes, apparently never having seen one before (also according to our guide). The first few bikes we passed he would do a little dance, glancing sideways and moving as far away from them as possible. I got pissed because only one or two of the bikers slowed down for us. The others just stared at me like I needed to control my horse. *Sigh.* If only they knew....Fortunately, by the last bike, Bailey was acting much more behaved. I kept waiting for more, eager to get him more accustomed to the bikes.
After the ride our guide came up to me and patted me on the back. "Good thing your a great rider, otherwise we might have had some dead bodies to pick up out there. You did a very good job." I blushed and thanked him for the compliment. It made me very happy to hear, because as good as I feel on top of a horse (especially Gallo), I've never considered myself a "good" rider. I think they were just grateful to finally get someone that wasn't a complete idiot about horses. Still, I was smiling.
I'm going to Senior Ball! Should be much fun, because I know many seniors, and I will have a blast with Annie, who will also be there, and is super fun to dance with if you were wondering. I want TA to give me a tarot reading. If he does not I will act like the brat that I am. Then he will have no choice but to give me a tarot reading.
I got my hair done because my hair sucks and it was a disaster for Junior Prom. Unfortunately, now my head hurts from so many pins being jabbed into my scalp. I'm really excited though, and Mike will be wearing a white tux with a black shirt, while I'll be wearing a black dress with white gloves. It will be interesting and we will rock.
I hope people don't piss me off. By that I mean I hope girls that I am jealous of don't make me angry. But I will have too many friends there for that to happen. It will be way cool. I guess that's it. Sorry if that was boring.