Saturday, October 20, 2012

Three days of costumes, horses, and being lost

Now may I just say that my mare is practically fearless ( Only exception be pigs ) and a complete and total champion. If I had know what I was doing, and hadn't gotten lost I think we may have actually gotten scored for once, and not disqualified in a competition that is partially serious. It was however even more awesome because of the last minuet costume we put together last night. A dollar red table cloth, a pre-owned costume found in a closet, some paint, a dollar shield, and some ribbon and we were set to create the best, last minuet costume EVER. Seriously, I even threw in some pictures just for amusement purposes.  And may I also say that I probably wouldn't trust any horse to be that good with a table cloth wrapping around their legs and belly, and flapping in the wind if it wasn't Chassy, like I said, a deer could naw on her face and she wouldn't really care. Anyhow, that's all for the quick moment, I may go into more detail later about the Extreme Horseman's Challenge, but it's late, and I am exhausted. Night all, or shall we put it... Knight all?

Thursday, September 27, 2012

The Book Thief

I'll tell you right now. I'm a reader, and a picky one, but also one who get's sucked in and lives in the world presented, at least for a little while. Most books do that to me, but some I forget the title of, or don't remember ever reading until I pick it up again. The Book Thief however promises to be anything but that. I don't re-read unless a book truly catches my attention, and this one, I am expecting to pick up time and time again.

This story is told from a unique perspective, the perspective of death himself, but not the one you're thinking of. This death is afraid of humans, and try's to distract himself from his job. Death then tells you a story, a story of a girl he has seen a total of four times, three of them to collect the souls of her friends and family, the fourth to collect her herself. The book thief, as he calls her, is a ten year old girl who is being taken, by her mother, to live with foster parents in Nazi, Germany. The train there is where it all starts.

Death tells us at the begining of the story that the story he is telling "...Is about, among other things,
*A girl
*Some words
*An accordianist
*Some fanatical Germans
*A Jewish fist fighter
*And quite a lot of thievery... "


I must say this book amazed me, the way things were given away before they happened, but not ruined, the structure, the plot, and the characters. Just a note, you will cry, but please, do not let that stop you from reading. It's well worth the tears.


Sunday, August 19, 2012

I hate Writting Titles

I was told I should post more on this here blog, and I agree with the person who told me too. So here goes another attempt to try and write regularly.

Anyhow, with school coming up I'm not sure exactly weather I'm excited, or well, just plain disapointed. With school comes hours away from my sport, plus the extra hours of boring homework., studying, and well, projects. It's not that I really dislike school all that much, I actually used to love it, but now I just get bored. In math I sit in the back corner, do my homework, and read for the left over half hour in class. Don't get me wrong, the reading time is excellent, it's just, well nothing new. School also means I have to get more organized again, make sure I have things finished and such before I go digging and searching for hours for that one peice of homework that seemed to mysteriously disapear in the time it took me to finish a page of Science, I mean, really? Am I that horrible with Organization...

Other than school though I just got back from my trip to tahoe yesterday, and while I'll miss it, well it's good to be home. I do love seeing all my family and everything, and the veiw was awsome, but nothing compares with mountains and the smell of hay and horse. As well as home.

The last thing I wish to discus in this sporadic post is my show which is coming up. The Pumpkin has a limited amount of competitors, and although I'm only competing in Grasshopper { Cross-bars really}I'm still quite nervous. Time was acting up today, and well, I suck at dressage, as my last scores showed, as well as my double disqualification. But that's my goal this time... Don't freeze up and don't get disqualified, if I can do that I'll be riding Beginner Novice in the Pegasus show in October I think... 

Oh, and one more thing.. I was told I should start letting people read my writing again... What do you say?

Sunday, June 10, 2012

Writing Prompts

So I've decided that I'm going to choose a writing prompt from THIS WEBSITE every day and write about it. So that I can work on my writing and hopefully get better at it... So here goes the first one-

Today's Promt Location




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     I ran back and fourth, touching the bars lightly and then hitting and pulling at them. Strange creatures sat outside watching me, their four legs twitching every once in a while and their goopy skin dripping. Unsure of how I had gotten here I looked all around and saw other cages like my own set up beneath the dark green sky. Other creatures I had never seen before also sat in these, but some where familiar. Every now and then I would see an enclosure with an animal I recognized. One held a zebra, another a normal house hold dog, a malamute I think. The air was sticky and warm too, and simple bowl shaped objects filled with  a slimy substance sat to one side of the cage, images of buildings were painted on the wall behind me. It reminded me much of the zoo I had gone to as a kid. Painted surroundings meant to resemble the native area, fake trees and simple games for the animals to play. Most of the other cages held two or more of the same species and the creatures outside seemed mildly interested in watching them. That's when I realized it really was true, I was stuck in an alien zoo.

Saturday, May 12, 2012

Pictures of Chassy





My pretty girl has been doing great.