Let's see... Let's reflect on spring break. hm... Yes.. yes... okay.. uh huh... yeah...
Okay.. IT SUCKED.
:D
I pretty much did NOTHING this spring break. Well, I saw Nick on Monday and Tuesday... worked all of Weds and Thurs... and.. Now it's Friday.
I had plans of going in to work for a little bit before driving down to Camp Pendleton, the Marine Corps base Nick is currently stationed at, buttttttttttttttttttttttttt... he's not getting off work today till four or so. So he called me this morning and told me not to head down till three... Soooooo... Leslie asked me if I wanted to go ride Rosie and I guess since I have nothing else to do, i'll accept.
Which I did.
.. I think...
Anyway, let me tell you about this horse. Leslie and I have been riding together since middle school. She's my neighbor, and I love her to death. Like, honestly. I really do. I would have to say the two most memorable things she has said to me were the following quotes I hold very close to my heart(:
"That's stupid. Everyone knows that the easiest way to kill a fish is to drown it."
and
"Did you know that they speak Spanish in Mexico?"
ROFL<3 i LOVEE this girl. and you can't ever take her away from me(: She's a currently attending Cal State Pomona (don't ask me why I didn't apply there -- okay fine. I FORGOT.), and she is the love of my life(: Not in a lesbian way or anything. No but seriously, her family - even extended - consider me to be family and my family considers her to be family. Her parents invite me on family trips ALL the time. I tell her parents what I can't tell my parents and they're totally understanding. Rofl. I get along with her family more than she gets along with them. And, visa versa for her with my family as well. Hell, I think my sisters like her more than they like me. :/ oh well. She IS quite the ditz<3 totally loveable.
Hmm... just got a text. Looks like rain. So no riding. There's no indoor arena at the place we ride at so.. meh.
Anyway... So Leslie took me riding last week. I think it was last week... The point is, she decided that after an hour of me riding in an arena, it was time for me to try barrels. Now get this, Rosie LOVES doing barrels. And I haven't been on a horse (I have but it was mostly just walking, and trotting, w/ a lil bit of loping) in friggin' FOREVER. So pretty much, i'm back at noob riding. So she leads us into a bigger arena and drags in some barrels and places them in a triangle. Here.. I found a picture of how the barrels are placed, and how you're supposed to go around them (btw, the barrels don't really weigh anything. So they're quite easy to tip over.):
So now you know how the course goes. But imagine going at it in a gallop. I'm nervous as hell and I kick Rosie into what I THOUGHT would be a walk. That horse BOLTED for the barrels. I was caught by such suprise I didn't have time to turn her around the first barrel and we went straight for the center one. Right as i'm about to find my seat we go around the center barrel.
Ever watch one of those trick riders where they're completely perpendicular to the horse and hanging off it's side? Yeah, I was pretty much doing one of those...
I was hanging onto the saddle horn until she cleared the turn and went running back down the center. I tried to turn her, which I did sucessfully, but resulted in me slipping a little further off the saddle. My foot got caught in the stirrup. If any of you ride, you know this is bad news. Because if you fall, you're sure to get dragged, and by getting dragged, you risk getting trampled.
So there I am, hanging on for dear life while i'm screaming "WOAH, ROSIE, WOAH!" while attempting to pull back on the reins. I finally pull myself up as she comes to a trot, then a halt, and I'm sittin' there like.. OH.. MY...
"Hey Leslie. My foot's caught in the stirrup. I can't get it out. Do you mind...?"
She laughs at me for maybe 10 seconds or so, then helps herself through the bars and to my right. She tries to work my foot out of the stirrup and we're both laughing and i'm about to take off my shoe because nothing seems to be working, when she finally gets it out.
Yay! I'm free! That's it.. back to the hitchin' post to unsaddle and go home.... Right...?
Nope. She puts my foot back in the stirrup and tells me to go around the center barrel again. At a trot.
So we try it again, as we come around the center barrel Rosie decides to just BOLT out of the turn. I'm flung backwards then forwards once more as she goes at a dead run towards the gate down the center.
*Sigh* That horse sure does love barrels... Her owners tried to take her pro, but they decided she was too slow so they pulled her off. Poor thing. You'd think if a horse showed that much enthusiasm you'd let her keep doin' what she loved. :/
Anyway, she really hugs them barrels. I didn't believe Leslie when she said it, but oh, she totally does hug them barrels. Didn't tip a single one while I was trying the course at a lope. Haha...
Yeah..
<--- Crazy scary stuff. Lol.
Anyway, ya'lls have a good day, yea? Ya hear?
Peace out(:
<3
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