Sunday, February 27, 2005

When Daddy Let Me Drive

I am not a big fan of country music. H hearts country...I think it makes him feel very *American*. Being an Irish Immigrant, he really seems to identify with John Wayne, 4th of July Parades, apple pie, and country music. I am probably not the best *American* wife for him since I don't like any of that stuff except maybe the apple pie. I digress...I don't like country music except for a select few songs. I have Alan Jackson's Greatest Hits and one select song I kind of like talks about how when you are a kid and "Daddy let me drive" and you are driving some junky car but you feel like Mario Andretti...I can so relate to it. Even at age 40, I still have the imagination I had as a 5-year old. On Friday at my riding lesson, El Instructor gave me a longer-than-usual timeslot due to my twice weekly longeing w/Oz. After the lengthy lesson, he said I could ride as long as I wanted "just give it a bit of practice", he said. It was exactly like the song...I had the entire indoor arena to myself so suddenly I was in the Olympics! There I was with my lesson horse doing a complete musical freestyle for the judges. If anyone happened to be looking, I probably looked like a smiling idiot...I was so happy! I was laughing and giggling as I piaffed and passaged...LOL AND, we did very well...I think we even won the gold medal.

3 comments:

Stacy said...

I have never rode a horse...I always feel like my weight would be cruel and unusal punishment for the poor animal...It sounds wonderful though.I forgot you had a blog...I love it!

walktrotcanter said...

OMG...comment #2...and from my BlogHero to boot! Thanx! I think (hope, actually) the calories one can burn while riding far outweigh any probs the 1500lb horse might have with us. Give it a go if you get the chance!

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