You Scream Like a Girl....

Weekend trips home for Easter should be relaxing! A time to reminince, sleep in, enjoy all of the wondrous things you have in life....my Easter was everything but relaxing -- however, thoroughly FUN!

I spent the entire weekend on the road. Driving home, driving here, there, and everywhere, then back to school again. I was not alone however, and the company made the trip all the more worthwhile! We gossiped, gaggled, giggled, and realized similarities between all of us! The trip went fast!

I arrived home at just the right time, 11PM to be exact -- POKER Time! With our grand ole' poker table of 7 we jumped right in and I Sucked miserably, but my friends were always ready to buy me back in (would have been great if it was real money!) We played til the wee hours of the morning and finally to be we went for a few hours before we were back on the road again.

Saturday was spent driving, horse shopping, and horse riding! It was frigid cold up north, but the long truck rides warmed us up and we were ready to go again. My friend bought a horse that morning. She officially joined the "yella-miner group." We left B at home to do male bonding with Dad, as all us chicks headed further up north for a group lesson with the horse trainer. My pony has a "I am not going to ride anymore, I am done and not moving an inch!" problem. Therefore, she began "boot camp" last week up there. We rode, talked and then I brought on a smart ass comment that got me in trouble!

We were chit chatting away.....

T: "Do your legs hurt yet?"
Me: "Hell No, I have been riding jumpers, this is nothing!"
T: "Ok, ask her to pivot and canter off"

I just happened to do so, when the bitch came out and said "I am done and I am not moving an inch" in her own naughty teenager lanuage. That was fine, she was lucky I didn't have on my big ole' spurs! So I fought and fought with the blonde bitch from hell.....still not getting anywhere, T came up behind me and said "grab the saddle horn and sit up." (Now let me tell you, when the trainer walks up behind you with a big whip and says grab on to the saddle horn -- a SMILE is the last thing that will ever cross your face -- lets say stark white with fear!)

Crack! He took that big old whip and cracked my mare a good one, hoping to get her to move forward. I got just the opposite however, the front feet set in, the hind end went straight up in the in a machine gun motion (one round right after another, my sunglasses purged my head and landed in the sand unwounded, and I screamed, or laughed, or something -- and I was sure I peed my pants.

T: "You scream like a girl!" (WHACK -- cracked the mare again!)
Me: "I am a girl! (Now giggling as my mare flies around the arena)

All in all, we worked some more and the mare was good. I did not pee my pants and could now giggle about the entire situation. I kept asking what went higher my ass or hers, but no one seemed to catch that.

We arrived back home that evening late and tired! The driving was starting to catch up with us. We gossiped with the boys about their manly bonding day and we all went to bed. That morning we were up early and had breakfast with the parents before hitting the local tack store and heading back home.

Today, I am still glad we went, but now dreading the 2 exams I have today that I could have been studying for! Ooops, Next time -- I will still go home!