The Ride

 I havent been on a horse in over a year. The significance of this was i went on a trail ride today. and MY BUM HURTS. saddle sore lol. this supports my motto- "save a horse ( which is really save my bum), ride a cowboy" *wink*
 lol there was this guy at the barn names John. He was outside hosing off dressage poles or something, and my aunt was in the tack room. I was in the banr on the hay wagon. when my aunt came out, i got down and walked over  and told her "I have hay in my pants". She looked at me funny.  "I was sitting on the hay wagon!!" may aunt was like "suuuuree geez i turn my back for just a few minutes and you have a fling with John!" Thats when i put on my 'im so innocent' look. *winks again*
 You know what i noticed abotu coming here? My brian just dies. I dont think about anything. I dont even order my own food ( i just get whatever my aunt orders). I dont care what we do (but my aunt is so awesome we have fun no matter what),  i dont care what time it is, nothing. I come here for a mind vacation. the only things i worry about are what im gonna get yelled at  for when i get home, and whether or not i should be helping my aunt more. I cant help it. I dont even talk.
I just turn into a zombie. it feels good too.
 im leaving with my phsyco zombie mind now, im beat (and my bum hurts lol).
 
-M