Manners, take a second look and you'll see, there is no like meeee, thereee is no one like me, manners you better reconsider, cause you will never do better...
OKAAAYYYY I'm done singing but I can't stop dancing! If only you all could see me right now. I'm feeling pretty spritely.
oh mah gurrrllll, it's Wednesdayyy. I am out of control now.
I hope everyone is having a wonderful Wednesday, I know I am! Aside from the fact I wasted 30 minutes of my life standing in a barn because I'm too emotional about getting my hair wet in the rain. I've been called a diva several times this week...I'm starting to believe them? But when life gives you lemons, make lemonade or go to Cook-Out! The M&M milkshake is my new jam. OR apparently you can mix flavors? COOL. They should probs advertise that.
I have got to talk about things that don't make sense to me...the platypus and spaghetti squash. Y'all are probably thinking I'm some kind of crazy but lets think about this for just a hot second. The platypus is a mammal that lays eggs? WHAT? How much sense does that make? You're right, none. Spaghetti Squash? I didn't even know what that stuff was until Sunday. Riddle me how the hell a vegetable turns into pasta once you put it in the oven? I don't have any clue but I literally watched it happened. It delicious though so I'm not quite sure why I am questioning this. If you're wondering how these 2 subjects arose, let me fill you in. For those of you who don't know, I'm going to NATIONALS! Yup, that's right. So before I go in the ring I was instructed to figure out who my "goat" was. Apparently, goats keep you calm and collected before you horse show? I realized I didn't really like goats and we opted to go with "platypus." We referred to my platypus all day as God's joke...IT REALLY IS. So my goat gone platypus made jokes for the rest of the day, keeping me happy and on my way to Nationals! LOVE YOU PLATYPUS - GET THE BITCHES EXCITED! Spaghetti Squash? No real story, but it's pretty weird. Try it though, you'll be surprised by vegetable gone pasta. Just chalk these 2 subjects up to God's jokes and laugh a little.
Back to me being spritely...I have got to find a way to control myself. HA NOT GONNA HAPPEN. Damnit. But I need to blame someone, so sorry Mom you're it. Go listen to the song "I got it from my mama" by Will I Am and you will fully understand cause I really did get it from my Mama. Maybe we were all just feeling a little too excited after I qualified for Nationals but I do not believe that gives us the right to say exactly what is on our minds. We're not a family that follows the rules, oops. For example, is it appropriate for me to walk up to Sewanne's open rider who looks like a gosh forsaken Ken doll (he's a straight guy for the record) and say "I love you, come take a picture with us." The answer is no. Did it work? You betcha. Good thing I had a wingman, C. Shaw ;) Our team now has a picture with him and he has his arm around me, winning. I then say (without thinking of course) "ummm you're pretty and we love you, but when I say we I really mean me. SEE YA AT NATIONALS." Then comes Mama...looks him up and down and goes "YOU ARE CAYHHHUTTEEEE!" OMGGGG. Mom, don't be such a coug. As my dad keeps his distance shaking his head. You should probs keep her on a leash, she's a wild one. Mom is now planning our wedding. Nationals might be interesting? I'll probably have another blog worthy story. Cool.
I was in a commercial this week. Let me tell you the things I learned...I AM NOT AN ACTRESS. I did mah hurrrr and my makeup, looking all commercial ready. When I get there, we are on top of a mountain...seriously. I should probably read my email but I didn't so my hair turns a hot mess in a matter of .5 seconds and I wore sandals. Losing. Anyway, cool. They called me a diva like 400 times, I highly doubt I'll ever be in another commercial. hahahaha.
I would go more in depth but Hokie House on a Wednesday is calling my name. OBVS I GOTTA GO.
Shoutout to Jenola for introducing me to the "Mind your manners" song that I can't stop singing (see above) and dancing to. HOLLA.
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