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I seem to have the habit of deliberately doing things that I am terrified of just to prove to myself and everyone else that I can. Remember THIS, anyone? Actually, I just noticed something. I wore the same gray hoodie both days and my hair is in pigtails! That’s weird. Maybe it is my battle-armor or something…

Dave (The link to Dave’s collection of Looney Spoofs is over in my right sidebar)sent me these and I about died laughing. It orginated from a post ALEX had on his blog and there was mention about how it should be with the women from his blogging world. Check it out. There is one with Thing Two (It should be our album cover, I agree) one with Alex, one with some random guy Dave thought was Alex (But wasn’t obviously). I’m sure if you put in a request, Dave can make one for you too! :D
I told Dave that these pictures were highly appropriate because I WENT HORSEBACK RIDING TODAY!

I know that this may not be a big deal to some people, but it is a huge deal to me. I am really afraid of horses. I was doubtful I could keep from freaking out today (As you can tell here)

I used to love horses. I was never afraid of them and used to ride at every opportunity. When I was 16, I went riding with friends and I was in a pretty bad accident. I was mounted on a skittish thoroughbred that my friends parents owned. This is her and I two days before my accident. I had helped muck out the stables for 3 hours and therefore look crappy, but I loved being around that horse. One day me and my friends decided to ride her.

The saddle slipped and I was thrown under the horse, knocked out and trampled. Luckily, the stirrup broke around my ankle or I would have been dragged. I don’t know who found me, but when I woke up, an ambulance was there and I was being cut out of my brand-new green hoodie I shelled out $50.00 for. I alternated between being PISSED about my sweatshirt and being horribly embarrassed because my boyfriend was standing there looking at me in my bra with all of my fat rolls hanging out of the safety straps I had crossed all over my body. It was a bizarre, medical S&M scene I had going on, let me tell you.

It hurt a LOT. My boyfriend (Adam) went in the ambulance with me helped take my mind off of it, but it was damn scary. We didn’t know how much damage was done to my spinal cord and what the long term problems would be. I also found out what a sphincter exam is. ICK.

I spent 5 days in the hospital. The medical floor was full, so I had to recuperate in the MATERNITY ward. When my boyfriend came to visit me a nurse came in told us that they gave new parents a steak dinner. Yah…THAT was uncomfortable. I should have just taken the dinner, dammit. Hospital food sucks.

I have permanent back injury and because I was trampled, I also have scar tissue on my ass the size of a horse hoof. For years I didn’t have any feeling in that spot. My college roommates used to think it was amusing to hit me in the butt with shoes and ask me if I could feel it. YAH.It was something I was determined to conquer one day and I have. The original plan was to go with my skydiving partner, Mary Ellen (Forgive me!), but weather and other commitments made it impossible. They stop riding next week and it is booked solid. They had an opening today at 10 am, so I took my niece, Ruth, and off we went.

Ruth was happy to go because the one time she went riding before, her horse just stood there a
and ate weeds.

Our horses were named Ajax and Danny. They’re good, solid horses that were just perky enough to be fun, but gentle enough that I had no fear about them bolting.

It was GORGEOUS. We had a lot of variety in terrain, but my favorite was going through the deep woods and streams. Not many people knew about my plan. My wonderful blogging friend (And seamstress extrodinaire) SHARON did and LOOK AT WHAT SHE SENT ME!!!!
A “Cowgirl” tote she custom made! It is gorgeous…The inside is lined with POCKETS and has her own tag sewn in. I love it!

It is a big deal that I got my wounded ass back in a saddle. I’m proud I could face something so scary to me. Being afraid is an awful thing. It is worse if you are the type of person who doesn’t respond well in the face of fear. Not only do you have the fear itself, but you (And others) don’t trust how you will react in situations. That is no way to live. I think that is another reason I do stuff like this…To learn to trust myself again and believe that I’ll be able to meet and face all the challenges life throws my way.