Yesterday I went with my mom and John to the WSPHC year-end awards banquet. WSPHC = Washington State Paint Horse Club, the club that we belong to. Since my mom pretty much kicked ass this year showing, she also pretty much cleaned up at the awards banquet. She won High Point Novice Amateur, High Point Junior Horse, High Point Amateur Halter Mares, and Reserve High Point Open Halter Mares. Her award was this GORGEOUS custom bronze statue that's painted to look like her horse:
The banquet was held at the Little Creek Casino and Resort outside Shelton, so after the banquet was over we headed down to the casino. I had never gambled before, so that was an interesting experience. Thank God my mom and John were there, or else I wouldn't have been able to figure out what to do. Haha. I decided to only put $10 on a ticket, then found a 911 nickel game I wanted to play. You had to line up fire trucks and police cars and stuff. I figured it might be good luck, so my mom and I both sat down and played.
I officially suck at gambling. I have horrible luck. I was down to almost nothing, then won a few dollars back and decided to quit there. So I ended up losing $4.50. John wanted to play, so I got up and let him have my machine. Two spins later, he'd won like $25. WTF. That could have been mine. Oh well. My mom lost all of her money, so I didn't feel so bad. :] The cigarette smoke was AWFUL. I think I still smell like smoke. I was so gross. Oh yeah, and at the buffet table at the banquet, I sliced my finger open on the HANDLE of a knife. No joke. There was a sliver of metal sticking out on the handle, and I cut my thumb on it. Even more proof that I have bad luck.
After the banquet, I went back to my parents' house and spent some time with my horse. I wish I had the extra money to board her somewhere closer to my apartment, but I don't. So I don't get to see her much. Yesterday I took her out and practiced Showmanship with her for a while. The thing that I absolutely adore about Cici is no matter how long she's been sitting in a pasture, out of the show ring, she doesn't lose her Showmanship skill. I could honestly throw her into a Showmanship class right now, and she would do well. Well, minus the fact that she's filthy dirty and out of shape. But she's just as good at Showmanship as she was five years ago when I was showing her.
So I pulled her out of the stall and practiced with her for a while, then took some pictures with both Cici [despite the fact that she's covered in mud] and my mom. But not at the same time. :] Then my mom took a couple pictures of Cici and I. Here are some of the pictures:
My beautiful Mommy and me:
This was supposed to be a serious picture, Mom:
Cheeeeeeesin' it:
Like mother, like daughter:
She was digging for gold, and I was helping:
This is my "OMFG, you're so muddy" face:
Cici was so not into the photoshoot:
Cici is still not happy:
I always wanted one of these pictures. Maybe I'll bathe her next time:
Despite what people say, I still believe that I look nothing like my mom. I wish I did. I want her nose. Instead, I got a nose that looks more like Cici's. :/ And don't even tell me that our eyebrows are the same shape, or something like that. Because she had hers tattooed on. :]
So anyways, then I drove back home to Puyallup, and video-chatted with Natali for a while. Then I watched "My Best Friend's Girl". And today I haven't done much of anything. I need to do laundry, and I have to run to Walmart in a little while.
Such an exciting life I lead. :]
Oh, and martinsays.com is officially my favorite website ever. I really want to be Martin Johnson's biffle. Today's complete entry from martinsays.com:
January 19, 2009 - 3 hours ago
i’m not gonna wear underwear anymore.
<3
Edit: I've discovered that I have an important decision to make. I've noticed that in some of my blog entries, I use the correct capitalization of words. Like this one. Then in some, everything is lowercase. I am not happy with this infrequency. This must change. I will let you know at a later time what my decision is, because it will be a difficult one. :]
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