You know something is wrong with you when...
You get excited because you see a cute shirt that perfectly matches one of your saddle pads. AND it's at WalMart.
Your savings almost never make it to something that is for YOU. Unless you count something for your horse as something for you.
You hear a sweet love song on the radio and instantly think of you and your pony.
You hear a catchy song on the radio and immediately concoct a dressage freestyle in your head to it. I'm pushing for "Bulletproof" by La Roux. Anyone? Maybe some Lady Gaga?
You hear a clever phrase or like a character in a movie and immediately change your horse's show name to that name as soon as you get the chance. BTW Greta now has a permanent, un-tentative show name: Greta Golightly. Do I hear Breakfast at Tiffany's, anyone?
And lastly, you definitely know something is wrong with you when your classmates have to stop somebody from asking you about your horse when they see a picture of you riding your horse in the clear insert of your pencil/crumpled-up bad report card/eraser/pen/junk bag. And I mean stop as in one of your classmates cries out, "DON'T ASK HER ABOUT GRETA!!! She will NEVER stop!!!" and then proceed to shove your pencil bag back into your schoolbag even though you still needed to get a pen out of it, and you stare blankly at them because now you have to inconveniently get the pencil bag out again. THAT's when you know something is wrong with you.
Oh, what a life!
Oh, and Pictures! The first three are from galloping in one of the pasture Sunday. My friend and I just took a quick run once around the pasture and then did some schooling. It was fun!
The last are from earlier Sunday. Greta was very enthusiastic to see me. And then her ears did some funky moves in the last two pictures. Made me laugh!!!