Sis and Dad were up for Sis's birthday and for Auntie A's. Auntie is 85. Sis baked a cake, and we went over and sang HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU
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Southerners up closebec_87rbJuly 31 2007, 17:56:51 UTC
I kept bringing the taper along, showing it to her, suggesting, with the idea that she would get inured to it being there, so that the switch to actually recording would be easier. I doubt I could be sneaking up on her with the taper right under her nose. :)
I think I rode a horse in girl scouts at some point. I also definitely remember at some point being hoisted up by the leg onto a full sized horse and being vaulted across its broad back, onto the ground on the other side, and smashing my head on a rock.
But even tho' I hale from Virginia, I don't ride. Let me dispel that one right off! Auntie has a photo in her hallway of a long ago boyfriend and some chums in full fox chase regalia, getting ready for the hunt. Not something I have personally witnessed, but it was all the rage in the past. A lady should be a good horse woman, etc.
All I personally recall of sitting upon horses is that they are far too broad to sit on comfortably, and it joggles your brains.
Please speak loudly and clearly into this flower arrangementbec_87rbJuly 31 2007, 19:37:00 UTC
It is quite possible to conceal recording devices
Hm, I'm listening. Do go on ... *smiles*
I don't remember being particularly comfortable, either.
What other sport is capable of breaking your hymen by jostling power alone? That is some serious turbulence.
Your experiences sound like mine, although I would have fallen off when the French Immersion beast bucked up and ran, and there would have been another big flat iceberg of limestone for my head. Do you think if the tired animal had rested it would have died?
I was astonished by horses when I met them. The farm was devoid of them, having been fired in favor of tractors before I arrived, so when I finally got to stand next to one, I thought, "Hey, this isn't a sensitive intelligent beauty, like in the books, this is a cow with long legs." I guess I had imagined a big dog in a saddle?
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I think I rode a horse in girl scouts at some point. I also definitely remember at some point being hoisted up by the leg onto a full sized horse and being vaulted across its broad back, onto the ground on the other side, and smashing my head on a rock.
But even tho' I hale from Virginia, I don't ride. Let me dispel that one right off! Auntie has a photo in her hallway of a long ago boyfriend and some chums in full fox chase regalia, getting ready for the hunt. Not something I have personally witnessed, but it was all the rage in the past. A lady should be a good horse woman, etc.
All I personally recall of sitting upon horses is that they are far too broad to sit on comfortably, and it joggles your brains.
Why, is riding a sport you adore?
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Hm, I'm listening. Do go on ... *smiles*
I don't remember being particularly comfortable, either.
What other sport is capable of breaking your hymen by jostling power alone? That is some serious turbulence.
Your experiences sound like mine, although I would have fallen off when the French Immersion beast bucked up and ran, and there would have been another big flat iceberg of limestone for my head. Do you think if the tired animal had rested it would have died?
I was astonished by horses when I met them. The farm was devoid of them, having been fired in favor of tractors before I arrived, so when I finally got to stand next to one, I thought, "Hey, this isn't a sensitive intelligent beauty, like in the books, this is a cow with long legs." I guess I had imagined a big dog in a saddle?
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