I Smell Good Today
and I know you care. :D
So you may have noticed I changed my icon from Hubert Cumberdale to me on a horse. That was taken during the semester I spent at Virginia Intermont (one of the worst places on earth for anyone with a sense of individuality). I used to ride on the weekends either to practice or just for fun, and usually on a big grey horse named Mr. Jordan. He was one of the sweetest, laziest horses ever, haha. A lot of people didn't like him for that very reason, so if I didn't ride him on the weekend, no one else would. Well, one weekend, after I got in "trouble" for not following a rule I didn't know existed, they attempted to punish me by taking Mr. J off the list of horses available on the weekend. Bastards.
Not willing to let them win at their perverse little game, I simply decided to sign up for a horse I had never ridden before, even though the pickings were slim. I decided on Jock, the chestnut pony in the picture, who was used for beginner lessons.
Jock was another horse that never got ridden on the weekends, but the reason people didn't like *him* was cuz he smelled. He had some kind of nasal problem that caused thick, greenish mucous. . .so he just had a runny nose all the time. And no, it didn't smell too good. But oh my god, he was one of the MOST fun horses I have EVER ridden. He was completely push-button; you asked him to canter, he'd canter, wanted to practice counter-bending, he would do that too, no questions asked. He was also so well-behaved on the ground that I never needed to tie him in his stall to groom or tack him up. Even when Mr. Jordan was placed back on the riding list, I'd usually ride both horses because I'd taken such a strong liking to Jock as well.
So my icon was taken one day when I was practicing riding without stirrups. The other girl in the photo was also in my riding class so she was practicing the same thing, but her horse was one of the most comfortable in the barn, and mine was one of the bounciest. o_o;; You can't see it too well in the pic, but I was actually laughing cuz it was so ridiculous, hehehe.
Ah, so many horse stories. That's another subject of my life I could write a whole book about.
That's not actually what I planned on writing about, so maybe I'll get to the other topic that had been on my mind later.
And Matt, I have not forgotten about telling you what's going on with tomorrow. I *can* tell you that it's very likely not going to happen, but I'll give you my final word later today.
So you may have noticed I changed my icon from Hubert Cumberdale to me on a horse. That was taken during the semester I spent at Virginia Intermont (one of the worst places on earth for anyone with a sense of individuality). I used to ride on the weekends either to practice or just for fun, and usually on a big grey horse named Mr. Jordan. He was one of the sweetest, laziest horses ever, haha. A lot of people didn't like him for that very reason, so if I didn't ride him on the weekend, no one else would. Well, one weekend, after I got in "trouble" for not following a rule I didn't know existed, they attempted to punish me by taking Mr. J off the list of horses available on the weekend. Bastards.
Not willing to let them win at their perverse little game, I simply decided to sign up for a horse I had never ridden before, even though the pickings were slim. I decided on Jock, the chestnut pony in the picture, who was used for beginner lessons.
Jock was another horse that never got ridden on the weekends, but the reason people didn't like *him* was cuz he smelled. He had some kind of nasal problem that caused thick, greenish mucous. . .so he just had a runny nose all the time. And no, it didn't smell too good. But oh my god, he was one of the MOST fun horses I have EVER ridden. He was completely push-button; you asked him to canter, he'd canter, wanted to practice counter-bending, he would do that too, no questions asked. He was also so well-behaved on the ground that I never needed to tie him in his stall to groom or tack him up. Even when Mr. Jordan was placed back on the riding list, I'd usually ride both horses because I'd taken such a strong liking to Jock as well.
So my icon was taken one day when I was practicing riding without stirrups. The other girl in the photo was also in my riding class so she was practicing the same thing, but her horse was one of the most comfortable in the barn, and mine was one of the bounciest. o_o;; You can't see it too well in the pic, but I was actually laughing cuz it was so ridiculous, hehehe.
Ah, so many horse stories. That's another subject of my life I could write a whole book about.
That's not actually what I planned on writing about, so maybe I'll get to the other topic that had been on my mind later.
And Matt, I have not forgotten about telling you what's going on with tomorrow. I *can* tell you that it's very likely not going to happen, but I'll give you my final word later today.
posted by Erica at 1:04 PM
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