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.
