Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Acting like a spoiled Brat.

Okay, someone is acting like a spoiled Brat again. This happens from time to time, and when it does nothing beats a good "talkin' to." So here it goes:

Oh, yeah, it is not Pippi acting up, it's ME!! I want stuff, and way deep in the far away recesses of my brain, that never really matured, I am screaming like a two year old who is tired and guzzled Mountain Dew. The voice is whiny and sulks and has an rotating refrain of "But I want it," and "why can't I have it?"
I bet most adults are smart enough not to share such churlish thoughts, but I am hoping that some of you carry a whiny kid inside as well, and will recognize yourselves. And if you don't, well Goody GumDrops, aren't you just so mature and well rounded? If I was there, you would see me making a face and sticking my tongue out at you, because that is how I roll. HAH! Put that in your mature pipe and smoke it! (see told you I was a brat)

I want a truck! With every ounce of my being, and I want to take Pippi on my own to a show, or a clinic, or any freakin' place. I am just sick and tired of not being able to decide these things. Just to make sure you understand, I am so very grateful for the kind (awesome) people who have lugged us around for years, but I just can not do it anymore. I want my own truck, and I will not take Pippi anywhere until I do. (You do know of course that this strong statement will be subject to change the moment the right opportunity to go to a show/clinic/anything arises, and that I will at that time act as though this blog post never happened, and that if you mention it I will totally act as though you made it up, and if pushed I will go back and delete this post just to prove how utterly full of crap you are. Clear enough?)

Again, I have been so fortunate with my awesome friends that have hauled us around. Kevin and Donna deserve my kidney should they need it, and Donny and Tracey are awesome for being so kind. But seriously, I need to be able to come and go at will. I want to load when I want, stop where I want, play the music I want, arrive when I want, leave when I want, and live out of my trailer. I want to hang my saddle on my saddle rack, my bridles on my hooks, and just have the freedom of being totally in charge of my own time.

Okay, trying to rein it in, getting a grip here. I feel better for just having whined, and I know that having a horse at all is such a luxury, and that showing that horse is just the cherry on top. I have been extremely fortunate to be able to go anywhere, and know that my time will come. I am an adult, I have obligations to my family and "needs" that far out rank the "wants." For now, I will just have to suck it up, and chill.

But.......I just want a truck!!!! (Wow, that didn't last long.)

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