Yahoo!

Guess what? I get to volunteer at a dog grooming place once a week starting in a few weeks, and I can't wait!

The lady who runs it is so nice, and I'll learn so much. I'll take care of dogs, comfort them, clean up (lots of that), maybe give baths, maybe trim nails. I'll smell like dogs the rest of the day, and get grimy, and everyone else will say, "why in the world did you want to volunteer there?"

But I can't wait! Dogs everywhere! I guess I'll wait on the horse dream for now. I still get to learn about animals and be around them, so it's great!




and think about the stories I'll come home with!

Wind, Fire, Sun, Water

I wish I could do something with horses. The frustrating thing is that girls liking horses is SO typical. Clishe. But, if I just put that aside, I wish I could do something with horses. Horseback riding lessons, volunteer at stables, anything. Liz get horseback riding lessons, and I'm trying not to be too jealous. The mix between wanting to hear about her classes, and being so frustrated that she gets them and I don't, is so tiresome. I'm just trying not to think about it.

This is something I want that I haven't told anyone how much, not Beth, mom or dad, Liz, or even my journal. I know that's kind of strange, because you supposedly write things you want in your journal, right? I guess not.

But why be sad when I have so much? I really am not sad, just wanting more, which I do realize is incredibly selfish. So I will try to be content.

....I'm in a stable, it's dark and warm. It smells of horses and orchard grass hay. I enter the stall, and there's a large chesnut horse, beautiful and shining. My horse, his name is Firedust...

....I put on his tack and gear, tighten the saddle cinch and swing up into my seat. I grab the reins, they're smooth; soft and worn from my hands rubbing them so often. We ride out of the stable, into the open air. The sun is bright, I blink my eyes, and feel a strong body beneath me, as Fire walks forward...

...Firedust trots, he pulls into a gallop - thump. thump thumpedy thump. On an on. He's flying. I'm flying. The sun glints off Fire's coat making him golden red. The wind flies over, gently kissing my face as it careens by. I feel my horse's mighty legs pulling and stretching, reaching and soaring. Everything is perfect, at peace. What else could anyone want? I tangle my fingers into Firedust's silken mane...

...It begins to rain. I feel as if I'm in a movie, a heroine rescuing the lost children. We ride on, till we're soaked and frozen, but still riding. I look around. We're in an open field, and we once more reach, and gallop: Thump, thumpity dump- thump, thumpity dump...

It's too good to be true. Perhaps we're in a dream, or a wish that someone has made real with an incredible imagination. Then, with a sickening jolt, I realize I'm right. Just a dream.

Not much to say

Well, I always give away the first sentence of my post with my blog title. Oooh! Ooohh! I finally figured out why everyone uses random post titles! I guess i should have written: The white moon against the black sky, or my little mouse is white, too. Never mind.

Today has been fairly boring, especially compared with the rest of the week, and I have nothing to inspire an amazing post. But what's an amazing post anyway? So perhaps my post is amazing, and nobody knows it. Never mind again.

Well, tomorrow is Riverdance. My family is really excited, especially Beth (when I say excited, I mean REALLY excited).

Okay, back to an earlier subject. I have decided an amazing post is something that gets people to comment. I have offically failed (or I will). Well, never fear. I'll come back later and write something better.

I am very, very boring today.