| ...yeah. You know, I've had dozens of thoughts lately about stuff I should blog. Because I'm not actively blogging at the moment, I'm doing my little sex workshop, so all my random thoughts and ditherings have been totally unrecorded. And every time I've had one of those ideas, I've thought, "Ooh! I'll blog about that at the League!" But of course I've failed to write them down. So I got nothing. And I'm slowly starting work on a new project, which I hope will be good and fun and all that stuff. It's got dead people in it. And ancient artefacts. And scars. And violent sex. So I'm pretty pleased with the idea, all in all. Now I just have to get working on it. At least I have my laptop back. I've been having problems with it lately. It keeps shutting off on me. So finally on Friday, when it refused to stay on for more than twenty minutes and refused to come back on, we took it to the shop. Turns out, the fan was stuck because the laptop was full of what the tech described, in what I believe is highly incomprehensible computer language, as "gunky crap." So he used an air gun or something to blow out all the gunky crap, and voila. My laptop works again, which makes me very happy. Also I rode a horse this weekend. I haven't ridden a horse since I was twelve. See, I used to be horse-crazy. And so when I was twelve I actually rejoined Girl Scouts so I could go to their camp and ride horses. But the horse they gave me hated me. And the feeling was mutual. And all the other horses hated her too, which is why, one day when we were riding in a little circle, the horse in front of her kicked her, and she responded by spinning around and going into full-on bucking bronco mode. With me still on her. I got back on, of course. And it happened again. So they gave me a different horse, the one who kicked mine to begin with. Any guesses as to what happened next? Yep. It was like they were in a prison fight. And that was it for me. But, see, some friends of the hubs's from work own some horses. So we went to visit them. The girls rode their pony, and I rode one of the horse. And it was pretty cool, actually.  (I want to make mention of something, aside from the little helmet which makes me look like I should be laying mines in anticipation of the Hun's troops. Those odd little bulges above the waistline? Are from my shirt. That is not tummy overhang.) And that was pretty cool. I remembered what I was doing, for the most part, which I liked. And I wasn't scared. And that was basically it. It was a fairly slow weekend all around. The Mid-Devon Show took place, which was cool because for some reason people actually wanted to go stand in a field and look at livestock in the sweltering heat all weekend. I have no idea why. People the hubs works with tried really hard to encourage us to go, but they couldn't tell us why. They just said we should. I think it was so we could be the human sacrifices ala The Wicker Man. Because, really, I know there's very, very little to do or see in this How about you? Horse riding? Livestock? Country or city? |
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I'm a country boy, but I've never really been into the huntin' and fishin' scene that is required of all men in my native area. Hence why I live in a city now where it's entirely acceptable to not have a stuffed deer in your living room and a gun rack in your truck.
I like to just be outside--sitting, reading, walking...very low key.
PS: I wouldn't have even looked at the waistline in your photo if you hadn't called attention to it.
I did my 8 years in the country (the FENS of all hellish places) so I can quite safely say I'm a city girl.
My Uncle lives near you as far as I can tell. All I have to say is I'm so sorry for you. Really Sorry. But perk up. It could be the Fens.
Heh. I left the city to marry a farmer. We live 75 miles away from the nearest "big" city, but I adore it. I think I've always been a country girl at heart - I'd rather spend a day with my horses than doing anything else - except reading or writing, of course. :)
And I've been known to stand around staring at horses all day in the sweltering heat. (I've judged shows and crewed for a 100 mile endurance ride). But staring at cows? Not so much...
I'm a hermit. It doesn't matter if it is a dingy apartment with a computer or a farm house with a computer. Basically, if there is a computer, I'm good. Internet is a MAJOR plus.
But, my "long term" plans involved 5 acres in the middle of Iowa in a nice house that is actually somewhat sustainable. No farming, cows, or horses, just forest and mosquitos. :)
I live in the country north-east of Dallas. Lots of horse to look at as I drive by. Oh yeah. Not much of a rider. I rarely fish, and never hunt. Strangely, 7 years in the Army (cavalry scout) cured my need to do anything with guns (except write about them).
I have a riding lawn mower? Does that count?
See, I still wouldn't mind the idea of living on a farm. I just want to live on one where you're not hours away from everything else that makes life worth living. Like stores that are open past 5:30 pm, or anything convenient at all.
But I am not an outdoorsy kind of girl. I liked riding the horse. I'd love to do it again. But anything else outside, no thank you. I hate picnics.
I'm definitely a country girl, but without the horses, cows, etc. I happy just having my horse sized dogs. We're fortunate to live on 4 acres in a log cabin. We have all sorts of wild life. Even saw my first bobcat last week. Thankfully it was a good ways from the house.
I'm glad you gave the horses another try. I used to ride, or I should say, show horses many long years ago. I miss them at times, but I don't miss the work involved with them.
I'm country, so-to-speak. We live about fifteen minutes from town and another fifteen from an actual city, so it's not that far off. I used to live on a ranch where my stepdad took care of the horses (acutally he dumped that off on me so he could pretend to be a country and/ or western singer) so I have some fond recollections of being tromped by hungry hay-burners.
It's not so quiet out here though. Tons of traffic, a fire station just a half mile away that responds to a dozen calls a day, several known drug houses under investigation, and a full-scale retirement/ nursing home just across the street which has been my place of employment for twenty years.
Green acres is the place for me...
I've been riding a few times, usually at one camp or another, but I've never learned to ride, as in taking lessons or anything. Not that I wouldn't like to, if the opportunity ever arose. I think learning to actually ride -- on my own, as opposed to just sitting on a horse which is following the horse in front of it in line -- would be pretty cool.
I used to hang out online with a bunch of horse people, though, (they were actually SF/fantasy writers who happened to also be into horses) and learned enough about the subject to make one of my characters a serious horse person, and do it well enough to actually fool a couple of readers who were serious horse people into thinking I knew whereof I was speaking, which just proves that a writer can fake anything with some research and effort. :)
I, too, have been bucked off a horse. Felt like my stomach blew up. And, at the lovely Kentucky Horse Park, riding there on a perky white gelding(what he had to be perky about I do not know) named Gabriel, well, when the group became backlogged a bit because the terrain was wooded, he decided to go around these lollygaggers and left the trail at a trot to go and leap over a small stream so he could get to the head of the line. Freaked me out more a little.
Do you always have a mini-Stacia trailing behind you?
Lol, tm, yes, usually I do. That's my older daughter. Codename Princess. :-)
wow yet another shared expierence.I had and showed a horse in my youth. I worked for my trainer to pay for it, and then ran out in the hills riding with friends on weekends. Sold her so I could buy a car. Ah life in the 80's! You looked like you were having fun...no bucking or running off I trust.;-)
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*is jealous* I so badly want to ride again. I worked at a bard for two years, got tired of taking care of other people's horses and also had to get a real job. You ever want to talk interesting drop me a line and ask about how horses end up in my dreams. If you like talking dream imagery :)
City girl here. Oh, I grew up in rural Alabama, for years lived in a house with no air conditioning, and I was a girl scout, too... I've been horseback riding and kayaking and camping, spelunking and rappelling, and I actually remember when a seventeen mile hike up and over a mountain was a fun weekend. Two kids and a lot of soft suburban life later.. now we hike in Disney World.