Monday, March 5, 2007

I Love Chili


Okay, first of all, sorry I haven't written in two days, I was way too busy falling off horses and not going to my friends house. And second of all, I'M ALL CAUGHT UP ON SCHOOL WORK!
Yes, I'm proud of myself.


So, speaking of falling off horses... Hey! That happened to me!

It all started on Saturday when it was time to go to horse back riding at 2:30. I got there and watched my sister Abbey ride (Ashley, the horse freak, decided that she no longer wants to ride here and only wants to rideSaddle seat in Georgia...ok...). Holly, our instructor, decides to put me on Nickles, the horse Ashley used to always ride. She said I was having a great lesson and everything, but I was getting so frustrated because the(for lack of a better word) stupid horse refused to listen to me. He WOULD NOT do what I wanted him to do, and he decided to turn where ever he wanted and pull the reins out of my hands and what not. Then, after a jump we were supposed to halt and stand still. So we went over the jump and sure enough he pulled his head down and I couldn't get his head back up. Then, all of the sudden, he decides, "Oh, I think I'm going to make a sharp 90 degree turn for no apparent reason". So he's trotting really fast and does his sharp turn, and because I don't have the reins from him pulling his head down, and my body keeps going forward. I go flying and I landed onmy side (hip mostly) and roll a few feet. I was so mad I started to tear. (No, I was not crying, I was extremely mad.) I had 15 minutes left in the lesson so I didn't get back on. And of course, everyone think that I'm going to have a mental block and not want to ride anymore. I don't know what it is, everyone thinks that I'm never going to ride again... I'm not really phased, I just hurt.


Okay, so after horse back riding I get home and take a shower and get ready for going over to my friend, FaitH's, boyfriends house. But then my dad, after he and my mom already said yes, said no. And it was because "I didn't fully clean my room". "Not fully cleaning my room" means that I cleaned EVERYTHING in my room EXCEPT my bed. The pillows were up on my bed and off the floor, but not in order. So apparently that means that I didn't clean my room and I can't go to my friends house where all of them were going. Including my boyfriend. Interesting.


So that was my Saturday. Sunday? I drove my dad to King Kullen and we "coupon" shopped. I watched AJ level the bread in King Kullen. And then I went home and did nothing and had AJ over for dinner. We had chili and corn bread. Yum. And then we watched YouTube videos online. Fun.


Today. Nothing special, all I know is that I didn't dress up to par. I wore jeans and a sweatshirt. Whoo hoo! I got up and I didn't feel like putting on make up or jewelry or nice clothes. Too tired.


Well, that about wraps this sucker up. Boys? Yea, nothing new, just the normal calls from David and the normal AJ fretting about everything. Again, nothing new.

~Alex

P.S. This picture is of me and Papa (dad's dad) gardening.

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