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I've been working on these pieces for what feels like an eternity. I promised Olethanea that I'd finish it and I will, but it will take a lot of time before I call it complete enough to show it. In fact, I'm just starting on getting it onto the computer to add huge details and the background today. I don't even know how long I've been working on the pencil-and-paper stage of this piece. Add that with my drawing of Olethanea and that adds a lot more to do. Of course, with summer here and lazy days just waiting to be used, I'll probably be doing this all summer.

Bah, this was just a useless rant. Pay it no heed.
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Pretty Legit

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Went to a rodeo today. It was pretty good, though it was a little weird to see my sister on Kokanee instead of Harley. Time's healing us but we're still a little off regarding it all. But moving on..

There was a total of sixty-eight people there competing. In all the events we did, I either got first, second, third, or fifth. Nothing lower. However, the one thing that really shocked me was what happened during the final event: the barrels. At the beginning, I was thinking I wasn't going to go. Instead, I was just going to go home and maybe catch up on some much needed sleep. After some convincing, I decided to enlist in it.

Only ten people went against me.

As soon as my cousin caught wind that I was going to participate, she told everyone of what I could do on Poncho and that they should drop out before they were made fools of. The younger kids who had seen me race did just that. So did a bunch of people I've raced against. The older adults decided that they wanted to see what I was made of; they didn't drop out. The second fastest time was a 14.59. My time: 13.38.

Pretty legit stuff right there lol.

Then I did a 19.04 on poles and pretty fast times on other events. I'm really proud of Poncho. After the events, I played with him and he decided to continuously cut me off and kick just shy, in front of, or behind me. He's pretty careful with me and I love him for that.



[To be honest, I only wrote this to replace the last one.]
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I will warn readers now, this will be a more graphic journal because I am conveying my feelings regarding the death of a family member. Also, I will be describing everything with perfect detail due to the pain being so fresh. I do not want to wait another day when I could easily forget what I have learned.







As I mentioned with my newest photo, we lost the dun. His registered name was Harlan Tuff Peppy, though to us he was simply "Harley". We drove out there this morning, in a rush because we had received a phone call stating that he was down. When we got there, he was no longer in his pen; we believed that someone was walking him so he did not colic.

We could not be more wrong.

When I saw him laying in the neighboring pen, I felt the tears immediately rush to my eyes. However, I knew it wasn't me who would be the most devastated. I had barely looked up to the front seat to see my sister run out of the truck and over to the horse. My mom's cries spilled into the air, making my blood churn. They had both gotten to his side and saw the redness in his eyes before I did. Hell, I couldn't even make it past the gate. Instead, I fell to my knees and began to weep without reserve. I couldn't handle it. That horse meant so much to the family. Even though only three of us were out there there was enough grief in the air to cause it to become thick and hard to breathe it. I felt as if I were suffocating on the oxygen that was meant to bring me life. Once did my sister run back to myself and that was to command that I and my mother do not cry. Of course, we couldn't help but do the opposite. Especially with Harley laying on the ground about ten feet away from us. I can see her look at me and say, "My horse is gone. My baby is dead". That made me cry even harder when she turned away. Nonetheless, I knew I had to keep going; after what felt like several million lifetimes, I stood upright and walked to my sister. She was doing her best to hold back the tears, but when she saw my face, she couldn't any longer. She's not the type of person to allow others to comfort her during her time of grieving and she didn't this time either.

So much pain and suffering racked my system as I looked at my heartbroken sister. What could I possibly do to help her through the agony of losing a close companion? Nothing. I still had my horse, my Poncho and that made me feel even worse. There was nothing I could do while my horse still lived and hers lay on the ground, a corpse. Knowing that there was nothing I could say or even do for her, I went over to Poncho to try and comfort myself and him. At first, he was a bit skittish but he came around when he noticed that it was me. Was Poncho feeling lonely now that his long time companion was gone? Later on, I came to believe that yes, he was lonely. Such a thought crossed my mind because when I led him out for some grass, he stopped and looked into Harley's pen as if asking when his friend was. He did this twice and on the second time did he look back and forth between the pen and myself. Other than that, he showed no signs of anything. After several painful minutes of waiting, the Vet showed up and looked at his body. She said that she believed he colic-ed and had died hours before we had shown up. Standing, my mother and I followed her as she explained what she believed happened: He might have been rolling before getting under the fence. Such could have caused him to rupture an internal organ or even twisted his innards. With the pain in his body, he had struggled for under an hour; dug, rolled and lay down before finally passing away from the pain of it all. To be completely honest, I am sort of glad he was dead when we got there. That was one horse I don't think I would want to see suffer. Then again, I never got a chance to say goodbye.

After hearing the Vet's thoughts, my mother began to wonder the whys of what happened. We already lost one horse this year; why did we lose one that was perfectly healthy the previous day? I thought about that as well, I mean, I had been out there at nine last night and nothing was wrong with him. Later, I found out that another person came out and saw that he was fine at ten as well. That meant he had died somewhere between ten thirty and six. Another thing we didn't understand was that he did not show any signs of pain or suffering beforehand; he went from completely healthy to dead in less than ten hours. I will admit, I cried a lot today. My sister didn't cry nearly as much as I did; I know she wanted to save a strong face for the public. I even called my boyfriend while I was crying. I've never done that before. My feelings are usually sealed up tightly and only when I'm alone do my walls crumble.

The one good thing is that my sister decided to get back into the saddle today, even with him dead. To her, it felt as if months went by instead of a few hours. To me, it was sluggishly slow and I hated every minute of it. It was an injustice that should never have occurred in the history of the world. My sister had done nothing wrong and neither had Harley. Why had his life been taken away? He was only seven years old! Mom sent a text to his previous owner saying that she was sorry we lost Harley. It was only a few minutes after that that Joe phoned and talked to my sister. I know that he played a huge role in getting my sister to get back on a horse. Without him, she probably wouldn't have ever visited horses again.


I am afraid that I am dropping it here. As I write, I re-live every moment in perfect clarity. It hurts too much.
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That Guy :D

2 min read
INSTRUCTIONS:
1.Put your mp3 (or phone) on shuffle
2.For each question, press the next button to get your answer
3.YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS!

1.WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Barefeet on the Blacktop

2. WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
Standing Strong and True

3. WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Let's Get Rowdy [Oh dear God. xDD]

4.WHAT IS 2+2?
The Trouble With Girls

5. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Let's Go Higher

6.WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Felt Good On My Lips

7.WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Good Girl

8.WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Cowboy Casanova

9.WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Red Solo Cup

10.WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Pray for You

11.WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
I Swear

12. WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
If I Die Young

13.WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
The Wrong Ones

14. WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
My Heart Has A History

15. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Drink On It

17. HOW WILL YOU DIE?
Drunk On You

18. WHAT IS THE ONE THING YOU WILL REGRET?
Cleaning This Gun

19. WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?
Two Teardrops

20. WHAT MAKES YOU CRY?
Should've Said No

21.WILL YOU EVER GET MARRIED?
Fearless

22. WHAT SCARES YOU THE MOST?
Love Don't Run

23.DOES ANYONE LIKE YOU?
Yes!  [That was awesome. xDD Thank you, Chad Brock!]

24. IF YOU COULD GO BACK IN TIME, WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE?
The Devil Went Down To Georgia

25. WHAT HURTS RIGHT NOW?
She Ain't Missin Missin Me

26.WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?
That Guy :D
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Yet Another?

4 min read
Yes everyone, I am putting up yet another journal. Honestly, I didn't think I would bother with this function of deviant art, heck I didn't think I'd be on deviant art at all! But, here I am. I wonder what it is that makes me come back? I love looking at the art that others make and offering critiques when necessary but that isn't what's keeping me here. It could be so many things but whatever it is, I'm glad that I'm still here. Anyway, I'm probably just going to rant about different things in my life in this journal; those who don't want to read it don't have to lol.

And Rob (I cannot stress this enough), don't you DARE read this! Because if I find out you did, I'll beat you with a stick, an ugly one at that. It won't be pretty. Seriously.



First item: Andy.

1. He's amazing
2. Without a doubt the nicest person I've met. Like ever.
3. He gets me, like really. I'm a difficult person to get to know and to like; for him not to judge anything about me and still care for me is just fantastic.
4. We're actually hoping for a future together. He's even been talking about what's "going to happen" down the road. And I'm not talking about just a year or two. No, I'm talking six, seven, even eight years.
5. He's my Valentine. Forever and always. <33 Well, until I marry a Russian to get my dual citizenship (inside joke; don't feel bad if you don't get it.)


Secondly: Poncho.

This probably scared me the most, him sick that is. On Sunday I put him to pasture because I thought that it was the dust irritating him and Harley. Anyway, he's better! Well, almost. He's still coughing occassionally but he doesn't try to lay down every five seconds. I won't be racing him for another day or two though the Vet wants me to so I can get all the dust out of his system. Then again, if I do end up hosting that barrel clinic for those kids, there's no other horse in the world that I would ride besides my baby boy <33. Anyway, the whole story is that when I went to visit Poncho on Friday, I saw him constantly trying to roll over. No one besides Rob, Alex and Andy know but last month (January) I had three horses become deceased because of colic. If you can't tell already, my bond with Poncho is much stronger than almost any other that I have in my life. So, I quickly reacted and walked him for two days straight. He did lie down on Saturday when I came home for rest and food, but my friend who relieved me of my duties called and I told her exactly what to do in that situation. That night, I came to the hardest decision of my life: Either put him to pasture and hope that I'm right, or put him down. I went with that former of course (you can tell by the new pictures in my gallery) and luckily, the sweat that covered his body for two days disappeared by Monday morning. I was ecstatic of course; I brought him back and moved him and Harley to a different place; keeping them both from the dust. Today, he's only been feeling better so I'm most glad.

Lastly: Valentines Day.

I cannot say this enough: I wish Andy lived closer! I really would have loved to spend today with him but since we're five hours apart, we can't. Yes, Rob (because I'm going to assume you read this far) I know that you and Alex live further away from each other and if you could, you'd visit her every weekend. However, I don't have such a luxury; shush! Besides, you get to visit my Alex sooner than I get to visit Andy, if it even works out with our conflicting schedules. Oh well, I care for him and we've both already had our heart-to-heart Valentines Day talk so it's all good and totally works out.
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