Mar. 24, 2007
Ouch
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I am such an idiot! Today I decided to take a quick spin on my horse, bareback cuz I did'nt feel like saddling her up, out in our pasture. Big Mistake1 I 'm sitting here nursing my bruises, aches, scrapes, and a twisted ankle to boot. Plus I broke my glasses, their fixable, but until I can take them in, I'm as blind as a bat. GGGRRR, today is definitely NOT my day. It started out pretty fun, just jogging around, then our two young horses started running aroun, and Fancy decided to run too, well, I'll give that jug head one thing, she is fast enough to make your eyes water! Then she started to run with her head down, and I 'm like oh no! she's trying to buck! She hopped a few times, but I managed to drag her head back up. Then I saw that she was heading for our hill, Big uh-oh. For those of you who have never been to our house, our hill is very steep. Well, she started bucking again, and I was starting to think about bailing out, but then I looked down at the rocky ground whizzing underneath me I almost threw up, bleh. So there I was clinging desperately to a bucking horse racing up a very steep hill, and I tried one last time to stop her, because she was heading for a dangerous, narrow part of our property, going mock 10. I closed my eyes and jumped, landed hard, and did a somersault. My back was all scraped up, I had dirt down my jeans, my ankle felt like it was broken, My head had hitten a rock really hard, I was dazed, my glasses had flown off somewhere, man, I dont think I'll do that again, jump off, ride bareback out in our pasture, any of it. I'm thinking about entering my poetry in a beginners poetry contest. I've been studying really hard about the mechanics of poetry, so I have been writing alot, here is another poem: Twist Me A Crown Of Wildflowers Twist me a crown of wildflowers, My friend, my dear, my playmate, Never mind the spring showers, Let's explore, our curiosity we'll slate. Twist me a crown of wildflowers, And we'll fly away together, Over hill and hillock, or inside our secret bowers, We'll be friend's forever. Twist me a crown of wildflowers, And I'll twist one for you, Never mind everyone's glowers, theres nothing we can't do! Twist me a crown of wildflowers, In innocence we pledge Forever to be together, to play for hours, Our mansion is the hedge. Twist me a crown of wildflowers, And we'll each be a royal queen In our castle, with turrets and towers, We'll be the royalist ever seen! Twist me a crown of wildflowers, And when we're old and gray, together we'll sip our tea, We won't be cranky and sour, Friends forever we'll be. Twist me a crown of wildflowers, And lay it on my grave, Sprinkle it with your tears in showers, Forever the memories we'll save. T. J. Weller. dedicated to my adopted sisters, Patience and Hope. Oh yeah, I almost forgot, we adopted another girl, from a disrupted adoption, she is ten years old and as cute as pie! We have had her for about 3 weeks now! You can probably read more about it on my mom's blog! |
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Apr. 29, 2007 - im skye
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