Hovis_and_SidsMum
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Dear diary
My mother is trying to kill me. Its official, she doesnt love me any more and is trying to end my young life. How I hear you ask, have I come to this conclusion? Well simples. Last night she made me work for 40 MINUTES in 100 degree heat and today she had a lesson with Evil Army Man and he made up work for an HOUR in 100 degree heat. I was so wet with sweat by the time Id finished that I looked like Id just stepped out of the shower. SO not a good look.
EAM arrived this morning and tacked fancy pants up this surprised me but amused me no end. At last fancy pants was going to know what its like to have EAM give you the thrashing of your wee small life. Alas no. Fancy pants got to do jumping which I have to say the dude is amazing at. I could probably run under the size jumps he and EAM were popping over. Damn him! He was nearly on his knees when theyd finished mind and he had sweat on his eyebrows! Yuck! Dude that is SO wrong. Even I dont sweat on my eyebrows and Im a big hunk of sweaty feathered muscled mass when I finish. There is talk of him being too talented for Dad and sending him to someone who wants to compete at a serious level. How come? Mum and I compete very seriously she seriously trys and Im seriously embarrassed jumping against ponies ..
Anyway after mum had dealt with the sweaty mess that used to be fancy pants it was my turn. Mum caught me and EAM having a moment together and suggested that EAM might not be as evil as he thinks. I think this set him a challenge so we had an hour of correct leg, right tempo, precise number of strides, precise take off point, perfect straightness jumping. Yada yada yada. As long as I get over it does it matter? That said I do loving jumping and is SO beat the 40 minutes of poncing about last night with my head in the right place whilst wilting in the 100 degree heat. Did I mention its hot at the minute?
EAM said hes very proud of mum and I and that were turning into a good team. By this time I couldnt care less I just wanted a cold shower and there was a queue. I wanted to get in the shower but I was not playing find the soap with Barney (he and fancy pants get on well so enough said) so I had to wait.
The good news is at least fancy pants and I both know weve got the rest of the day off as I dont think either dad or mum is nasty enough to make us work again.
I think mum said we might go out for a hack tomorrow and that she was going to take me for a play on the xc course but the ground is too hard. Im hoping for an easy weekend chilling out and watching the girls roll about trying to get cool phwoarh!
Oh and before I go my lorry still hasnt arrived yet. Is there a gift giving time coming up soon that mum might be saving it for?
My mother is trying to kill me. Its official, she doesnt love me any more and is trying to end my young life. How I hear you ask, have I come to this conclusion? Well simples. Last night she made me work for 40 MINUTES in 100 degree heat and today she had a lesson with Evil Army Man and he made up work for an HOUR in 100 degree heat. I was so wet with sweat by the time Id finished that I looked like Id just stepped out of the shower. SO not a good look.
EAM arrived this morning and tacked fancy pants up this surprised me but amused me no end. At last fancy pants was going to know what its like to have EAM give you the thrashing of your wee small life. Alas no. Fancy pants got to do jumping which I have to say the dude is amazing at. I could probably run under the size jumps he and EAM were popping over. Damn him! He was nearly on his knees when theyd finished mind and he had sweat on his eyebrows! Yuck! Dude that is SO wrong. Even I dont sweat on my eyebrows and Im a big hunk of sweaty feathered muscled mass when I finish. There is talk of him being too talented for Dad and sending him to someone who wants to compete at a serious level. How come? Mum and I compete very seriously she seriously trys and Im seriously embarrassed jumping against ponies ..
Anyway after mum had dealt with the sweaty mess that used to be fancy pants it was my turn. Mum caught me and EAM having a moment together and suggested that EAM might not be as evil as he thinks. I think this set him a challenge so we had an hour of correct leg, right tempo, precise number of strides, precise take off point, perfect straightness jumping. Yada yada yada. As long as I get over it does it matter? That said I do loving jumping and is SO beat the 40 minutes of poncing about last night with my head in the right place whilst wilting in the 100 degree heat. Did I mention its hot at the minute?
EAM said hes very proud of mum and I and that were turning into a good team. By this time I couldnt care less I just wanted a cold shower and there was a queue. I wanted to get in the shower but I was not playing find the soap with Barney (he and fancy pants get on well so enough said) so I had to wait.
The good news is at least fancy pants and I both know weve got the rest of the day off as I dont think either dad or mum is nasty enough to make us work again.
I think mum said we might go out for a hack tomorrow and that she was going to take me for a play on the xc course but the ground is too hard. Im hoping for an easy weekend chilling out and watching the girls roll about trying to get cool phwoarh!
Oh and before I go my lorry still hasnt arrived yet. Is there a gift giving time coming up soon that mum might be saving it for?