Bucked Off

I was finally thrown by a horse. It was just a matter of time. When you work with horses as much as I do it’s an inevitable fact. I was praying to God that I’d get away unscathed working with horses but you’re not a true rider until you’ve been thrown, fallen off, kicked, etc. I can now add thrown to the list. In my defense I was riding bareback and thus, totally screwed when he bucked. It was not entirely Blue’s fault as I misread him and thought he was ready for something. Needless to say he wasn’t and acted accordingly. Ah well. You live you learn, right? Thankfully I’m still alive! Lesson learned! In the words of John Lyons, “You can’t get hurt. No horse is worth that.”

On a brighter side, I just finished moving into my grandparent’s house Saturday. Turns out I may end up living here for the next two-and-a-half-years. Sounds good to me! I won’t have to take out anymore loans to attend college, and can survive on grants. I don’t even want to think about how much money I currently owe the school. *cries*

I also just got my job back as a cashier. Now I will have money again! Starbucks, here I come! ^_^

This is the horse who threw me. His name is Blue and he's a draft/mustang mix. He's probably 17-18hands.

Update!

Good news, good news! The ovarian cyst should resolve all on its own! My dad is super relieved by this and has finally calmed down. I don't blame him for being worked up about it but I honestly didn't think it was anything to be concerned with. Maybe a little but not to the point of making one's self sick. Ah well.

If you haven't yet heard we now own five cats. Five! Three of which are Momma, Zant, and Loki-cats from the college campus. I spent about an hour yesterday trying to get some nice photos of them to share. Here are a few of the ones I took that I thought were pretty good.

Ovarian Cyst

Yup, you read that correctly. After coming down to my parents for the weekend I was drug to the doctor for pelvic and lower abdominal pain by my mother. The verdict: an ovarian cyst on my right overy. Am I shocked? No. Depressed? No. Confused? Nada. I ALWAYS have something weird wrong with me so it really comes as no surprise. I'm not really even concerned about it, more curious than anything else. I mean, why do I have it? How did I get it? And what has to be done? Those are really my only questions. My dad on the other hand, well, he's pretty freaked about it and worried. Apparently, cancer for women in that area runs on his side of the family. I figured as much since his sister had to have a hysterectomy due to cancer. If it boils down to that (which I don't see why it would) I am at peace with it, mainly because I have never wanted children, and I've never really been interested in getting married. I'm one strange person. Ah well. Prayers, prayers, prayers please!