Riding my Hoss

As you may know, it has been rather chilly. I envy my friend Manny(from Manny's Momento) because she's where it's warm(humid, I know.)
So I put on my barn coat and jeans and headed out to the pen with my tack.
As you ALSO may know, a few months ago I began teaching myself English. I began riding western in January 2009, and this past July I decided that I wanted to open my horizons to a broader type.
Now, I was the type to laugh and point at english riders. I mean, THEIR STIRRUPS ARE SO SHORT! And they sat all funny and straight. And they wore sissy helmets and tight little pants and tall black boots. What's more silly than that?
I was the tough and gruff, all boots, jeans, belt buckles and cowboy hats. They make cowboy hat's with helmets built into  them. And once, mom threatened to buy me one if I didn't stop coming off my horse. I nearly died with grief that I might have a strap around my chin.
You would never believe that I ride all prissy-like now! Now I'm the one sitting up straight and proper-like(though I until I get to jumping, I am still not wearing a helmet).
Don't get me wrong, I still hold my own around the barrels, and I still can get down and dirty when it comes to riding western, but I have a whole lot more respect for the English sport.

I have checked around my area, and finally finally found someone to give me lessons...In the spring.
I have to wait! Imagine that, me, waiting. Puh!
But in the spring, I will get hunter jumper lessons for me and Poco. I am so stoked. It's going to be rad. Stellar. Tubular.
I'm so cool.
I know that I'm not. *sniff*

But anyway, seriously, today has gone well. I have carefully planned my Christmas list(full of sheepskin half pads, and English bridles and horse magazine subscriptions). I kid you not, everything but one thing(which is an ASL dictionary) has something to do with my beloved four-hooved horsies.
Well, "everything" is really only four things.

But it's going to be the best four things ever.

Ever, I tell you.