well, I'm in study hall at school, posting my blog, wishing it were summer vacation so I could hang out with my horses, hmph. So I had some stuff ordered from Country supply adn it finally came in which means I can start Rayne english. this is my big project for right now, my cousin (5) wants an english horse, and since we dont have a saddle for her pony, mine got nominated, and considering what a pain she can be western I am seriously considering buying a siut of armored padding in case of collisions with the ground. But any hoo. My dad and i had a tiff last night because he is concerned about me taking drivers ed this year, and so we had this fight, so I called DMV and proved that i was right, (like ususal) and so now he is all mad and me and my step mom are like GET OVER IT!!! Back to horsey news, Bandyt has gone from being the perfect height as a two year old, (like 14.3hh) to like 15.3hh in like six months, eeeeeeeergh, and he is not even done growing, his parents are short, and in theory wouldnt he be too? But yeah, the vet says he is most likley going to keep on growing, and so me, at five feet two and 15/16 inches (every thing counts when your that height) is going to end up with this tall, gangly athletic horse, why couldnt he be shorter? hmph. oh-well. He's a good boy, and smart too, he dislikes my mother, which is kind of funny, because he likes me, but maybe that is because she makes him work and I give him treats. That would make sense I guess. But this summer that is all going to change, because he is going top be getting worked everynight, along with his bestfriend, Mira. bandyt and Mira and Cloud all live together in a 2 acre pasture, along with surrogate mom Laydi. That's my girl, the one that almost killed me on so many occaisions, who I had that confidence in, yep, that was her. In the show pen, when it really counted, she would be a totally different animal than the one I knew. We looked amazing, and then the next day at hom I'd ride, and she revert back to that same old, nag, throwing her head, bucking a spinng, speeding up before I wanted her to, the list goes on. That was my "first horse". At 12 years old, that was the thing my mom put me on. At least she had the confidence that i could stick it. There were so many people who told me that I should sell her and get something better suited for me, but I said no, and by god we stuck through it. she was everthing I wanted on her good days and everthing I despised on her bad ones (she's a mare, what do you expect?). I was (and still am) really intrested in gaming, and that is what I wanted to do. Well, she'd have been good for it, with one exception, out vet said she'd had a broken leg, which kind of made it obvious that we shouldn't run her to hard. But there was that time, when the vet came over to do her annual check up, that I was riding her out so she could see how the horse moved, and as my mom was at the barn writing out the check, Laydi bolted and stopped abruptly, well I didn't (until I hit the ground). My head (in a helmet) hit the top rail of the arena, then the bottem, and then the ground. I got up and took off the helmet (to be exact, it fell apart). But yeah, that is mom" to three two year olds. of course mine is the antagonist of the group, but he knows when push comes to shove, just get out of "mom's" way. Like i said int eh beginning, another long (85 min) study hall, SOOOOO boring and I have gym next (yuk). Then I have ART!! Yay!! the Chior Even bett ( no sorcasm this time)