I Wanna Be A Cowgirl, Baby…

Today, I did the unexpected.

I became a cowgirl for a few hours and went horse-back riding.

And I forgot my boots.

However, I remembered my helmet. ;o) Oh wait, that’s for my bike.

Did I mention I haven’t been on a horse in 10+ years?

They’re not really my thing.

But after taking the CBASE today, I really needed to get out and get some fresh air.  My Mom was planning to ride her new, 18-year old horse, Charisma, whom she fell in love with this past week.  She suggested I come along for the ride (literally).  After telling her I was afraid of heights, I thought what the heck and decided to join.

Charisma was truly a good horse, just like my Mom had told me.  She didn’t buck or disobey or scare me, so we rode for a few hours.  She passed the test.  She’s a keeper!

And to prove I’m a real cowgirl, I’ve got to go there.

Yeah, I’m posting my butt on my blog. Gotta get the whole effect of riding a horse bareback. Well, kind of.  I was behind my Mom, who was on a saddle.  That would explain why I’m walking funny if you happen to see me tomorrow.  Could it partly be because of my death grip I had on the horse?

Maybe I’ve been reading The Pioneer Woman too much.  I better cut back before this gets out of hand.  :o)

P.S.- The helmet was just for a funny picture.  I didn’t really wear it, although it probably wouldn’t have been a bad idea!