Horse back riding.

I’ve started something new this week.

I’ve always loved horses – in grade school I would always write about horses and unicorns. My room was decorated with horse items. I loved all of it. I remember once mom helped me write a book- I was in grade 4 I think and it was about horse, how I wanted one, one I had met at a farm we went too, and a few other nonsense childish things.  I still have it today 🙂

So besides riding ponys, I had no real horse experience. Until this past week I started riding Blossom. Shes about 24, super sweet- though a tad out of shape haha, can’t get much of a trot out of her yet.

Blossom

I’ve ridden her 3 times this week – my ass is so sore. But I’ve been pretty happy this week. Since mom passed I’ve been “mulling” through the weeks slightly aimlessly, sure I had goals and things to do but I really had nothing there to put a good long-lasting smile on my face. But let me tell you, riding  this old mere sure does just that- I have a HUGE kiddish smile on my face. I just love it. I feel so stress less and as if I have no problems, even though physically I’m sore.

I just love it.

And ever so gratefully, my BEST friend got me two riding lessons which I plan on taking very soon. And my Boyfriend got my an additional two riding lessons 😀 EEK, this just really, all of this puts me in such a good mood.

So grateful.

Peace.

 

City Girl Gone Country

Yea I grew up in Montreal until I was 13 and then moved to the country which I completely detested and hated until like last year around my 21st Birthday.

The coincidence is weird and cool too, the first person I met when I moved down here was Jessie, I met her at a rodeo down the street from where I just moved when I was 13. Then after that day I never seen her until I started College I increasingly became closer to her and now we are best friends.

So this is important because she is my main influence and part of the reason I got the job at this farm, alongside my principle who recommended me. Anywho if it wasn’t for Jessie’s influence I would still be working in a factory.

The dairy farm I work at is owned by some of the nicest people around. Seriously. It’s great, The people are nice, the animals (when they cooperate) are nice, the job is my kind of job – I hate sitting or standing in one place jobs; I like movement. And it’s something that is available all around here and can be a gateway to other animal or farm related jobs.

So in  a nut shell I milk cows, and then sometimes clean up and stuff.

LOL Some of the funniest things happen at work – and something I expected but did not expect was getting shit on. LOL. I cried and then died and then was crying and laughing. It was so gross.

ALSO I’m a massive klutz so I always at least once a night fall into a gutter. Yep.

Hmm, Nothing quite else to tell you at the moment.

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