Belle of the Ball is lame

She seriously is though. Belle (the horse I lease and ride 3-5 times/wk) got her feet done (that means her hooves got trimmed by the farrier) on Wednesday and is limping around and appears to be very very sore. It totally sucks. For her and for me - riding has been a great source of therapy for me and if Belle is lame, that means I can't ride. Ugh. I miss it! It's only been 3 days, but STILL! I have no idea how long this will go on, but i NEED her to be better. Tomorrow. I really want to ride!!! I only have 5 days left of my little vacation and I'm starting to panic that I didn't take full advantage of having work off! Tomorrow, I'll sit and bask in the sun at the Country Club, Sunday my mom is coming over to help me (ok, to actually do it FOR me) plant flowers in my yard and bond - she loves to bond, that mother of mine. Monday, I'm going to Denver with Alex to the "Z" cafe that she's been trying to find for a month now, and Tuesday and Wednesday aren't spoken for yet. Thursday Wesley is home!!!! Bittersweet. No more vacation, but at least I get to squish the little shmooky shmook. I'm sure he will have grown SO much in the 13 days he was in Italy!!! What a lucky little 4 month old - Italy for 13 days! Anyway, I'd like to ride every single day until Thursday! I don't know if that will happen, if little miss Belle doesn't get better. They say it's common for a horse to be sore after having her feet done - the problem with Belle is that her feet were a MESS and WAY grown out before she had them done. It's basically just like us - if we get new shoes that don't fit perfectly our feet our sore. But she's 1200 pounds and it might just take her a little longer to get used to her "new feet." BUT COME ON ALREADY! In addition to me not being able to ride, I have to drive 30 mins each way to find out if she's still sore- I have to get her out of her stall, pick her feet and then put her in the round pen and get her trotting to be able to tell. Usually (today she was so sore that I could tell right away, before she even got into the round pen). It can really be a waste of time to drive 30 mins just to find out that she's not ready to be ridden and then turn around and drive 30 mins back home. Ugh.

Ok, what song should I leave off with? Well, Kelly (my best friend - I'm sure you'll hear PLENTY of her on this thing - she lives in Rhode Island, fyi) sent me an email when she heard (ok, read - I had her read my blog to get the update on my life rather than telling her - I KNEW she was going to flip out - and she did - so I didn't really want to have the conversation with her. She's scary. Hahaha. Her response was by text first and it said: U R DONE. ENOUGH. THAT'S IT! NO MORE CHANCES!) the news. It was the song Big Girls Don't Cry by Fergie. So here are the lyrics. I watched the video on youtube. I like the song - hadn't ever heard it. Thanks, Kel!

Big Girls Don't Cry...

The smell of your skin lingers on me, now
You're probably on your flight back to your hometown
I need some shelter of my own protection baby
Be with myself in center, clarity, peace, serenity

I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We got some straightening out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses that blanket
But I've gotta get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry, Don't cry, Don't cry

The path that I'm walking, I must go alone
I must take the baby steps till I'm full grown, full grown
Fairy tales don't always have a happy ending, do they?
And I forsee the dark ahead if I stay

I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We got some straightening out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses that blanket
[Big Girls Don't Cry lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

But I've gotta get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry

Like a little school mate in the school yard
We'll play jacks and UNO cards
I'll be your best friend
And you'll be mine, valentine
Yes you can hold my hand if you want to
'cause I wanna hold yours too
We'll be playmates and lovers and share our secret worlds
But it's time for me to go home
It's getting late, dark outside
I need to be with myself in center, clarity, peace, serenity yeah

I hope you know, I hope you know
That this has nothing to do with you
It's personal, myself and I
We got some straightening out to do
And I'm gonna miss you like a child misses their blanket
But I've gotta get a move on with my life
It's time to be a big girl now
And big girls don't cry
Don't cry, Don't cry, Don't cry
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