Showing posts with label horses. Show all posts
Showing posts with label horses. Show all posts

22.4.10

World Transitions

Have you ever felt like there are multiple dimensions in your life? You know, almost like multiple personalities? Have you ever watched the Criminal Minds episode where the janitor has MP disorder and can unknowingly switch between his regular self: shy, reclusive, quiet: and his opposite self, Amanda, a nasty, violent, murderous villain? That's what I feel like sometimes, only not in my personality but in my life. It's like different worlds, from when you're mingling with friends to when you're walking on a beach. The first is a louder, looser atmosphere, but with the faint underlying tension of the fact that you're under scrutiny. The latter can be entirely relaxed, solitary, at peace with the world.


For me, the other place I visited today was the farm where we board our horses. Out there, fluorescent lights feel far away. It's hard to think of makeup and homework, skirts and cell phones and such, when you're out there. The farm is in the middle of nowhere, basically. It's a good twenty minutes from town. There are cows, and horses, and sheltie dogs, and the family who lives there. And that's it.


When we're out riding, it's kind of hilly, but not like a mountain. The scrubby, dirt-and-grass patches form sort of rolling hills. That makes it sound like poetic oceans of velvet green, when in reality it's peppered with rocks and ruts and inset with sloughs. But when you're on a hill, atop a living creature, with wind blowing your hair around and barely any civilization nearby, it feels like you're a step closer to nature.


I'm learning so much from my horses. Unless you've ridden often, you might not fully comprehend how much personality they have. That sounds strange, but it's true. I had kind of thought that, deep down, horses are horses no matter who rides them. And that is SO NOT TRUE. It depends on the rider almost more than the horse!

Our horses, Bo and Yoshi, are really excellent horses. Bo is a lazy old 17-year-old who has pretty much seen it all. Yoshi's been handled by kids. So they're both really good...but although Bo is usually pretty nonchalant about...everything, Yoshi is like a toddler. He is meek if he has to be (aka: if the rider is experienced) and then he is careful and quiet. He runs to the sound of his name, and follows people around in his pen. But once you slip on his halter and lead, he does NOT want to do what he's told.

He's still a good horse, though. We just need to teach him a few lessons.

I LOVE HORSEBACK RIDING. It's so magical.

28.2.10

Horses

I think I've probably mentioned this, but my family is planning on moving to an acreage. We have a deal written down, and our farm is BEAUTIFUL, and the house is okay. As soon as we salvage the sell on our own house, we are OFF, baby! I can hardly wait.

And obviously, the best part about living on a farm is the animals. See: HORSES.

We found two horses that we went to look at today. Their names are Mr. Bojangles and Yoshi. Bo is a HUGE Chestnut (sixteen and a half hands: his shoulders reach my HEAD, and I'm 5"6!), seventeen years old, shaggy and really gentle. An old man rode him until he was eighty-five. Yoshi is a relatively smaller Appaloosa, only seven, but he's been around kids his whole life.

Here is that Picnik photo I semi-promised.


That's me atop Big Bo, and my mom is hugging him. Isn't this a cute picture?? I just love the quote I found: "If you want a stable friend, get a horse."

We were all into it, except one of my brothers, who is afraid of horses. He didn't even touch them. Oddly, it's my older younger brother (does that make sense?? Landon's twelve, Carson's seven, they're both younger than me but Landon is older) that is scared. He'll warm up to them.

We don't have any tack (saddles, bridles, etc), and the woman we who owns the horses (an AWESOME person named Kim) had lent hers for the time being, so we hopped on bareback. Which makes it sound a lot more professional then it actually was.


Even my DAD was riding! Bo is so tame that when my dad leaped onto him and scrambled into a sitting position (a funny sight), he just stood there! It was great.



This is Carson atop Yoshi. I was so glad when Carson joined in on our horse-mania! He was never super into our whole horses scheme, not like us girls were, but once we were there he wanted to ride. And man, he hopped on Yoshi, and I led him around the corrall a few times, then Kloey led him around for a long time, and he wouldn't get off!




Kloey on Big Bo. Now, Kloey's not exactly obese, but she's not a small kid. She's quite tall for ten years old, and look how small she looks on Bo!

For Christmas, Kloey got this blue halter and striped lead rope. She's only used it on our dogs so far, so she was thrilled to use them on a real horse today! Yoshi will be like her horse, because he's smaller. Bo will be like my horse (although we will all ride them, definitely. It's just that Kloey and I are the current horse maniacs.), so after today we got him a deep green halter and lead that looks pretty with his reddish hair!
That was what we did this morning: checking out our horses. Since we're pretty much amateurs in the whole thing, we are asking one of our equestrian friends to come out with us next week just to double-check the horses, make sure they are family friendly. Then they will be ours!
If our house would sell, I would be ON TOP OF THE WORLD with ECSTASY.
Personally, I think I could probably work the farm life. I'd have to stop dressing up so much on a day-to-day basis, I think. (Leggings are my favorites.) I have outfit habits: on school days, either I wake up late and throw on yoga pants and a t-shirt or hoodie, or else I wake up on time and wear, like, a purple tunic-y shirt over patterned leggings.
But I can SO get used to jeans.




15.11.09

110th Post

I really have nothing to say. I just haven't posted in a while.

NaNo count=14552 words. Not bad. Better than last year's: 6075. When all was said and done.

Anyways, I sent my first NaNo mail to Stephanie Perkins. And she sent me MY first message. And I replied to her. ALSO my first reply!!

So many firsts. I haven't been getting much sleep. I write best at night. So I tell myself. I have a bad habit of coming home from school, lazing here and there, eating and reading...making supper...homework...activities, sometimes, in there...then it's ten thirty and I need to write still. Oops.

I went to my first 4H meeting today. Light Horse. We're moving to an acreage! Yay! It will be fun. I've always wanted a horse.

I want to post my photography! I have quite a few decent photos now. I like to edit, especially. I'm not so much for raw photos of nature. I like editing. Playing with color, focal black and white, soften around the edges. Fun.

I made peanut butter cookies.

Emilee added this in a comment on Kiersten White's blog. I chuckled.

Do, it's what buys the beer
Ray, the guy that serves the beer,
Me, the one who drinks the beer,
Fa, a long long way to get the beer,
So, I'll have another beer,
La, just give me another beer,
Ti, no, I'll have another beer,
That brings us back to do do do do dooooo, you do have more beer money, right?

HA HA. Sound of Music... Maria the alcoholic. Who is also a nun. How does that work?

Horses and writing and beer and cookies. My life, as of this moment.