We worked things out with the riding people, so I get a discount with the riding people 'cause I help with lessons, but I think it's a one time thing, so, I still might have to quit riding this summer. I had to trot on a bareback pad, and I almost fell off, and I'm really, really, really sore, since I didn't have stirrups.
Monday: I was gone most of the day - my gma drove me everywhere, and orchestra went late, so I got home at 10:30
Tuesday: Riding lesson in the morning, really sore, I took the wrong bus, figured it out two blocks later and had to walk 17 blocks to school. The drama sub was not able to control the idiot middle school boys, and Pansy brought Derek's ex, so, yeah....
Wednesday: Sat alot at the hospital, V got discharged, went to choir, ate dinner, and read until bedtime.
Today: V sleeps most of the time. I had to be at a different school @ 7:30, so I got there, and I was meeting two people to show them where the Da Vinci Class was - 1. Trystan, Tera's brother, who's kind of cute, and 2. Garik, who was 45 minutes late and missed the science section on cold fusion. The day's going okay so far - Taylor Swift is stuck in my head.
Sorry if this is boring. And Cathi - please relax. V often gets t'ed off at me because I'm 'not pulling my weight' but she always apologizes. Just chose what you want to do. Try to go to a horse camp.
Nat
p.s. please don't mention my blog in your emails. My 'rents read my mail and they don't know about my blog. It's the only place I can vent without getting grounded. :(
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
Sorry I didn't post last week - our school receptionist kept buzzing around.
My riding stable is now under new management. I was worried about this. So I went to my lesson last week, and instead of Ms. Aarons, like usual, telling me to go get Gabby and that I'll be working on the flat or something, there was this 30-something guy with an energetic air who looked at me and said "Natasha King?" I said yes, and he appraised me. He said "Let's put you on Quicksilver, he's in the back pasture. Gray Arab, can't miss him," and sent me off. Quicksilver was, as he said, a gray Arabian with a darker gray mane and tail. He was very easy to catch. When I was going into the barn to look at my tack assignment, Mr. Jaccobs shook his head and told me to just get a bareback pad, saddle blanket, reins and a bridle. I was going to ride (semi) bareback! The second I swung my leg over, I was estatic! I could feel him under me, so alive and energized. Quicksilver is so graceful and flowing. Not mellow, exactly, but not a rush-into-things horse, that's for sure. It was a fantastic lesson - no courses, or anything, we mostly did flat work, with a few minutes going over a row of 2-foot jumps with no strides in between. I was sooo happy! Mr. J said I have 'outstanding balance'!
Then after school, when I went to help with lessons, my student didn't show up, so Mr. J put me riding again. He surveyed me again, and told me to get Molasses. Molasses is a Rocky Mountain Horse, and drop dead gorgeous. When I asked what tack I needed, he took a look at me and said, "reins and a bridle." I was really really really going bareback! It was so incredible! I was in a class of five, and we were practicing squirrels! which are emergency dismounts. Kind of like musical chairs, when Mr. J yelled 'squirrel' we would all have to squirrel, but last one off would go in the center. Next time someone was out, they would trade places. Everyone would trade horses, and get legs up. I rode (besides Molasses) Indian Summer, Ginger, Rising Sun, and there was also a little pony called Peanut Butter who I didn't ride.
It was amazing. However.
On the way home Veronica had a talk with me. The new management is charging two to three times what they used to. I might not be able to ride anymore. Money is tight, even though my dad makes six figures, somehow we can't afford my lessons. I am really mad and depressed and betrayed and heartbroken. I love riding! Not to mention that V is bugging me about school and is threatening not to let Jas come up, and I'm getting hounded about violin and I have to keep practicing the Shastokovich until August, and I'm dead sick of it, and V is getting surgery in her throat, and my dad is going to have to stay with me, but it'll be wierd and I want my grandma to come up, and my life is really messed up.
Natasha
My riding stable is now under new management. I was worried about this. So I went to my lesson last week, and instead of Ms. Aarons, like usual, telling me to go get Gabby and that I'll be working on the flat or something, there was this 30-something guy with an energetic air who looked at me and said "Natasha King?" I said yes, and he appraised me. He said "Let's put you on Quicksilver, he's in the back pasture. Gray Arab, can't miss him," and sent me off. Quicksilver was, as he said, a gray Arabian with a darker gray mane and tail. He was very easy to catch. When I was going into the barn to look at my tack assignment, Mr. Jaccobs shook his head and told me to just get a bareback pad, saddle blanket, reins and a bridle. I was going to ride (semi) bareback! The second I swung my leg over, I was estatic! I could feel him under me, so alive and energized. Quicksilver is so graceful and flowing. Not mellow, exactly, but not a rush-into-things horse, that's for sure. It was a fantastic lesson - no courses, or anything, we mostly did flat work, with a few minutes going over a row of 2-foot jumps with no strides in between. I was sooo happy! Mr. J said I have 'outstanding balance'!
Then after school, when I went to help with lessons, my student didn't show up, so Mr. J put me riding again. He surveyed me again, and told me to get Molasses. Molasses is a Rocky Mountain Horse, and drop dead gorgeous. When I asked what tack I needed, he took a look at me and said, "reins and a bridle." I was really really really going bareback! It was so incredible! I was in a class of five, and we were practicing squirrels! which are emergency dismounts. Kind of like musical chairs, when Mr. J yelled 'squirrel' we would all have to squirrel, but last one off would go in the center. Next time someone was out, they would trade places. Everyone would trade horses, and get legs up. I rode (besides Molasses) Indian Summer, Ginger, Rising Sun, and there was also a little pony called Peanut Butter who I didn't ride.
It was amazing. However.
On the way home Veronica had a talk with me. The new management is charging two to three times what they used to. I might not be able to ride anymore. Money is tight, even though my dad makes six figures, somehow we can't afford my lessons. I am really mad and depressed and betrayed and heartbroken. I love riding! Not to mention that V is bugging me about school and is threatening not to let Jas come up, and I'm getting hounded about violin and I have to keep practicing the Shastokovich until August, and I'm dead sick of it, and V is getting surgery in her throat, and my dad is going to have to stay with me, but it'll be wierd and I want my grandma to come up, and my life is really messed up.
Natasha
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