What to put on my senior sweatshirt? There have been so many good jokes! And bad jokes!
Also, true fact: When I sketch myself, I look like an old woman. I think this has less to do with my artistic ability and more to do with the fact that I have METH-ADDICT WRINKLES.
And urgh, someone asked me if it was hay fever or a cold that made me sound so congested and it was actually an unfortunate combination of both and I think someone really ought to market the tissue arm-pad because it is a pain to have to constantly run and get tissues when you're trying to clean a stall.
Cody was feeling energetic today. This was a problem, because having basically let my muscles go to pot when I was feeling sick last weekend, I was getting a stitch in my side just from posting and I felt obliged to let him canter until he got a bit of a workout. I basically fell off when I was done. It was really sad. The last time I felt this wimpy while I was riding was after my first snowboarding lesson. And that time, I had a decent excuse, because my lower half was one big fat bruise.
I am ridiculously excited for summer--I know I squee about it too much, but Kelsey Creek is MY LOVE. I would be okay with working there for the rest of my life. Ponies! Teaching! A COW!
And it's really cool to be one of the people they actually trust to do the interesting demos. Especially when the demos include stuff that's all dorkily horse-whisperer-esque. You guys probably wouldn't think it was fun, but for me it's AWESOME.
Also playing tag on horseback.
It's just really nice to be acknowledged as good at something, you know? Most of the people who get to do interesting stuff at the farm are people who take lessons with the head teacher there, and yet even though I don't, they all think I'm more than capable both as a rider and as a handler. Which makes me feel all squishy inside, but also like I'm maybe not as useless as school would like me to believe.
Why don't we get to feel like that more often?
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I felt like this at the zoo! I always got singled out (or put into a small group) where we did neat things, such as inventorying and organizing all of the zoo's biofacts (animal artifacts, such as skeletons/pelts/etc). this may not sound awesome. it probably sounds gross (which was only true when we found the suitcase that bugs had gotten into). but really, it was awesome, because everything was really interesting and I learned a crapload about tons of things, and now I can say that I have the weird skill of being able to inventory and label a museum collection.
this among other cool projects and especially when I worked in the camps because Margaret (the Big Cheese) always had me fill in for sick staff members and stuff.
but yeah. it feels neato.
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