Back in the saddle (sores) again.

I absolutely adore thunderstorms, except for when I'm attempting to retrieve ponies from the field and fearing for my life in 2 ways: 1) that lightening will strike me down and 2) that said horse/pony/animal larger than myself will run me over in fear of thunder. One of two items happened today, 2 animals larger than myself (oh kind, smart horses) wanted to end up on top of me. We had some moments of me saying 'sorry dear, you're too big to fit on my lap' and them saying 'save me! save me!' Fortunately I have no broken toes. So I am reminded that I need to rephrase my statement: I adore thunderstorms when I'm snuggled in bed (with a cute boy).

In the horse realm I had a somewhat revolutionizing ride on Nick today. He has progressed further in life than I have in the past six months; meaning that I only need to wollup (that's a technical term) him every 2 minutes instead of every minute. We had several moments of him saying, 'no I don't wanna!' and me saying 'sorry, you haveta!' But he has still come a long way. Riding him puts me in an entirely different frame of mind, I love the way I'm forced to constantly stay focused on every small detail of where my body is and what it's doing.

And to top it off I have a saddle sore the size of a knee band-aid. It's not only the shape of one, it feels like there was a band-aid there, one that was ripped off taking skin along with it. So perhaps it's a good thing I'm not being sexually satisfied because it's on my crotch and there's no other way to describe it then: it fucking hurts.

(also from past experience I've learned that cases such as these don't progress at the normal healing rate of any skin abrasion. The healing of such a saddle sore requires eliminating riding for a minimum of one week's time, and let's be honest, that's not going to happen. Right.)

Today I attempted to fill out a job application. I felt like I was applying to AP (Academic Prison). I felt the similarities were so strong that I actually pulled out the copies of my AP applications and read through them. Honestly. And in the end? I STILL don't have the application finished.

Rocked home after DM spent 10 minutes trying to convince me that I need a horse. I'm.too.poor.to.buy.a.horse. She's really, really pushing for it though. Says something about how I have so much talent and yadda yadda. In the end I let myself be convinced to go with her to THE trainer in the Midwest and talk with her about finding a horse to buy, ride, steal. I don't know. I'm still trying to figure out how I'm going to pay for AP. I think someone should just give me a horse, that would solve the whole issue.

And so as J said tonight: your life consists of horses and writing.

I think I'm kinda happy with that.