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Who am I now? Can I truly let go of the perfectly cleaned stall where one must pick out, ever so delicately, perfectly shaped pelleted bedding so as not to waste? Can I still sneak over to the barn bra less and in my baggy sweats and still fit in? (UM, if any of my family members are reading this... I DO NOT WANT TO BE ON "What Not to Wear"! OK?) And what of those late night discussions about Eventing and Fox Hunting with my FBF peeps? Will they still love me just two miles away?
Time will tell... I luf them lots... I've had four beautiful years and one Chandler Bing as a take home "prize"...
This weekend, Sug and I were Dressage Queens at the Niall Quirk Clinic. You know, its really, really hard to watch the fancy, dancy, butt swishing, liquid moving dressage horses thinking that when your lil' Eventer shows up, the clinician will yawn at the dullness of your gaits and the tightness of your locked bodies. Those fancy, dancy, butt swishing ponies make my head swim in the beauty of their movement... even if one of them is young just finding its balance.
|The Wee Folk and Sug|
"More Adventures, Please!"
Ok, there is something really sexy having a man with an accent pushing you for more bend, to flex more and to go deeper bringing her body up into yours and then flowing through... Horsey girls really get that! And non-horsey girls... take it for what its worth and smile!
And he loves a girl with a big arse... (Sug's, not mine...) I have video proof of our two days thanks to the hardworking Don. I get to watch and learn more each time if I promise not to get lost in Sug's fancy, dancy butt swishing movement... Yes it did happen for us...
This weekend, we defined ourselves as Dressage Queens... and we both liked it.