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Post by .~.T.e.a.k.~. on Mar 30, 2009 21:07:57 GMT -6
Mikey shoved his hands inside his jeans pockets, feeling a little bit at a loss as for what to say. He usually was great at conversations, but now he felt a little… it was odd… He tried to ignore the fact and focused his attention on the wall opposite where he was standing. After a moment, he raised a hand to pluck his shades from their perch atop his head and slipped them on, pulling his long bangs out and arranging the dark locks over the shades in such a way that told that he’d done it many times before. Not really… I’ve been blind in my left eye since I was around three or four… I’m used to it, so it doesn’t bother me at all anymore. I used to be so off-balance that it was hilarious watching me stumble all over the place trying to walk straight and my depth perception was drastically off, but by the time I was eight I had figured everything out. We just don’t know why I’m going blind, the doctors or anyone. There’s no family history of blindness or any genetic problem that would crop up… it’s got the specialists stumped… I just try to live in the moment, since one day within the next few years I’ll be completely blind. It’s funny, the sight in my left eye decreased rapidly, but my sight in my right eye just started declining a few months ago. I can see fine most of the time, it just sometimes goes blurry or my vision darkens slightly. He said with a careless shrug. He did like to live in the moment… that was very true. Because of his slight disability, Mikey had learned to not take things for granted like some people did.
As he spoke he’s pushed off from where he was leaning and knelt down, picking up some of the items that were scattered around Tatiana. He followed her into the tack room and held the stuff out for her to take and put where she’d like. Even in the tack room it was warm, and he was toying with the idea of taking Campbell out for a ride. The black gelding needed to be ridden… well, both his horses did, in all actuality… but Cowboy didn’t need it quite as badly as Cammie.
I was raised riding western, it’s my real passion. My mum taught me english after my parents divorced when I was young. He said openly. That was just him, he was extremely open about himself and didn’t really have secrets… yes, he had things that he didn’t tell people, but he didn’t consider them secrets because if asked about it he’d tell… usually. It was only very rarely that he actually kept a secret from someone. I don’t do barrels and poles… my younger cousins decided that since Cowboy was fast, they wanted to train him for when they rode in the rodeos. I helped train him to do that, but they always rode him in those. He took to it really fast, too. When I lived with my uncle when I was trying to get away from feeling like the third wheel with my parents after their divorce, I worked cattle. My uncle’s an old fashioned guy who hot-brands his animals, we had a yearly roundup to brand the new calves. If you don’t think women can do that just as well as a guy then you need to see my ‘ranch bred’ cousins… They may be young, but they can cut a calf out, rope it and drag it to the fire just as good as the guys. One of Cowboy’s favorite things to do at the ranch was chase the cows through the brush and mountains and herd them back up to the pens. It was one of my favorite things to do as well. He smiled at the memory. I’ve never ridden bulls, but it is something I’d try if the chance came up. I’ve ridden broncs a few times, but I’ve never been serious about it. I prefer a horse who knows how to ride, not buck.
His held tilted towards where his own tack sat, and he gazed at Cowboy’s western saddle for a moment before flicking his eyes to Cammie’s english saddle. I was living with one of my cousin friends, but I’ve recently rented a nice apartment to move in to. It took forever to get everything feeling like home… He turned back to look at her, surprise in his eyes, though the emotion couldn’t be seen through the dark sunshades, You have another horse? What kind?
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Fuzzer
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Intermediate Show Jumping & Cross Country instructor[M:0]
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Post by Fuzzer on Mar 30, 2009 21:53:52 GMT -6
Tina nodded and grabbed the stuff out of his hands as she listened to him. The summer blue and green summer sheets were hung on a hook near the other blankets while her three or four coolers were folded nicely and set in a basket. She grabbed a few snuggies and set them in the basket too. She shook her head and silently scoffed as she put stuff away. She had way to much tack. It was just dawning on her and frankly it was kinda scary. There was probably more equipment here for her horses then at home for herself. But then again she was a horse person and it wasn't odd. Tatiana nodded and smiled. "That's pretty amazing if you ask me. That somebody can just get past it. Not really seem to worry about the fact that they're going blind. I admire you for living life to its fullest. I try so hard to do that but sometimes it gets so overwehlming," she explained and smiled.
Tina saw him eyeing his saddle and sighed. A small smile spreading across her face. She bit her lip and turned back to put the last of her tack away. She set the two grooming kits on a shelf. Put the box of wraps, bell boots, and assorted other boots on the shelf as well. Lastly she put a few bottles of mane and tail detangler, and shampooes and conditioners up, along with hoof cream. She stopped in front of her saddles and rested a hand on one. In all honesty she wanted to go for a ride too.
Tina listened to him speak about his horses and his home and laughed. "Don't worry, i definatly know what a cowgirl can do. My mom was one, born and raised on a cattle ranch before she met my dad and got in to the Thoroughbred business. We still went home every summer for the cattle drive though. I used to be able to throw a rope pretty good but i haven't been there in a few years and have lost the skill, sadly," she told him and smiled. When he asked about her other horse she gladly launched in to the details. She never missed a moment to talk and brag about her loves. "Yep, he's an off the track Thoroughbred stallion. Chestnut, with a star and snipe, his name is Zero to Sixty. I'm adopting him from the adoption center around here. He should be quite a handful when i get him but i'm quite eager to start working with him and turn him in to my next eventing superstar," she explained enthusiastically.
Tatiana was just about to continue explaining about Zero when her phone rang. It started playing Redneck Woman by Gretchen Wilson. She smiled and this time didn't blush. Starting to get back to her old self. She pulled the phone out and looked at the caller. "I'm sorry i gotta take this its one of my students," she explained and flipped it open, setting it against her ear. "Hey...Lyndsey just breath...uh-huh...yeah, yeah i understand...okay...whe...no that's fine, i'll see you Tuesday then," she sighed and closed the phone, slipping it back in to her pocket. "Well...looks like i've got no lessons tonight."
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Post by .~.T.e.a.k.~. on Mar 31, 2009 9:48:12 GMT -6
Lot of tack… The thought crossed his mind lightly, but he didn’t say anything about it. He, while not having as much stuff at the stable as she did, probably had just as much packed in boxes at his apartment. Mikey had seen no reason to bring all his stuff to clutter the tack room… not that it wasn’t cluttered anyway, but it was also easier to keep track of it he had most of his tack and supplies that he only used very rarely at his home. He shrugged his shoulders at her words and a small grin appeared on his face. Not really… it is hard at times when all I want to do it sit down and stop, but I do worry about it. You don’t know how often the thoughts of ‘what will I do then’ and ‘will I still be the same person’ cross my mind. I’ve adopted my cousins stand on it, though… ‘Life’s not fair and I’m just one of those who got the short end of the short stick…’. He said, his grin turning into a slight scowl before disappearing completely. When it gets overwhelming, just remind yourself what you have to live and go on for. For me, it’s my horses and the fact that I still have so much to see and do, and so little time to do it. He spoke easily, though the tone of disappointment rang clearly in his voice. True, it didn’t bother him, but when he got to thinking about it, it did… at times.
He brightened immediately as she started talking about her mom and how she herself used to be able to, in her words ‘throw a rope’. He nodded as she spoke, but didn’t comment on it. Truthfully, before he could she was off again, talking about her second horse, and Mike found himself listening closely. He started to speak when she paused, but her cell rang. Mike had to chuckle at the ringtone… He nodded at her words of having to take the call and drifted down the tack room to his own stuff at the far end. As she was on the phone, he carefully checked both his saddles for any dents or bangs. He needed to clean Cowboy’s saddle, he realized as he looked the western saddle over carefully. It was still splattered with mud from where he’d taken the horse to the creek the other week and let the big stallion play.
Mikey straightened from his inspection of his saddles as he heard Tatiana close the cellphone. He heard her words, though not very clearly as he was almost all the way across the rather large tackroom… he got her drift, though, and looked at her silently for a moment before asking, No lessons, huh… so what are you planning on doing? His arms crossed in front of his chest as he stood there, playing idly with his lip-ring… even though he’d decided to not wear anything in the hole often, he’d found himself putting the silver loop in quite often, so much that he was beginning to get back in the habit of it. Of course, like usual he still wore all of his other piercings, he couldn’t stop that… they were more than habit, they were a part of him, just like his shades, tattoos, and style of dress. As he stood there, a thought crossed his mind and he found himself asking her, You got a nickname or something? ‘Tatiana’ is a bit of a mouthful.
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