Tribute to Cool Hand Luke
I mean the horse, not the movie. I was thinking about it today, because I was counting my steps before jumping onto the sidewalk, and that's what you have to do when you ride. Count the steps before hitting a jump. Right. So I'm thinking about riding, and how badly I need to do it, just for sanity's sake, and then I start thinking about Luke. Good old Luke. I miss him. He was seriously the best. Totally wise, man, totally wise.
Brief Anecdotal Tribute:
-Whenever anyone else would ride him, if I was sitting on the fence or standing in the ring, he'd walk over to me and just stop dead in his tracks. He refused to move unless I was walking with him. It was so obnoxious. But really cute.
-The one time we were riding through a sandpit and he randomly dropped and started rolling in the dirt. I was so pissed. But it was funny.
-The time we worked with the cross-country course and kicked everyone's asses and totally showed that jackass guy up. flippin woot.
-Early mornings cleaning his stall. Late nights with long stories.
-The time he almost had colic and I had to skip school to walk him around for hours... in a foot of snow... while wearing my pajamas. (did I mention something about walking uphill both ways?)
-The time he jumped out of his stall window (wtf?) and sliced his leg. I had to gauze that thing every day for the longest time.
Ok that's enough.
I've seriously got to ride. I mean how ridiculous is it that I'm giving a tribute to my old HORSE in a blog?? Have I turned retarded? Probably... but just to prove how retarded I've turned, I'm gonna add a picture at the end. So we can ALL SEE LUKE IN ALL OF HIS GLORY. (I felt like yelling there?) But that's all after the quote of the day, of course...
Quote of the Day:
KyllyansRed: what's the good word?
quesaDIA 2359: food
KyllyansRed: are you going to leave me for it?
quesaDIA 2359: 9 times out of 10.
(it's the best I had.)
Brief Anecdotal Tribute:
-Whenever anyone else would ride him, if I was sitting on the fence or standing in the ring, he'd walk over to me and just stop dead in his tracks. He refused to move unless I was walking with him. It was so obnoxious. But really cute.
-The one time we were riding through a sandpit and he randomly dropped and started rolling in the dirt. I was so pissed. But it was funny.
-The time we worked with the cross-country course and kicked everyone's asses and totally showed that jackass guy up. flippin woot.
-Early mornings cleaning his stall. Late nights with long stories.
-The time he almost had colic and I had to skip school to walk him around for hours... in a foot of snow... while wearing my pajamas. (did I mention something about walking uphill both ways?)
-The time he jumped out of his stall window (wtf?) and sliced his leg. I had to gauze that thing every day for the longest time.
Ok that's enough.
I've seriously got to ride. I mean how ridiculous is it that I'm giving a tribute to my old HORSE in a blog?? Have I turned retarded? Probably... but just to prove how retarded I've turned, I'm gonna add a picture at the end. So we can ALL SEE LUKE IN ALL OF HIS GLORY. (I felt like yelling there?) But that's all after the quote of the day, of course...
Quote of the Day:
KyllyansRed: what's the good word?
quesaDIA 2359: food
KyllyansRed: are you going to leave me for it?
quesaDIA 2359: 9 times out of 10.
(it's the best I had.)
posted by C Killian at 7:28 PM
2 Comments:
Whats with the "sssssss" in MASSSSSSS? Just wondering,
-jdr
I don't know. I guess my finger got stuck on the key? Maybe I was trying to say it in a cool way? Interpret it as you will.
But hey, buddy, if it really creeps you out... i guess you're just gonna have to deal. :o
ok done.
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