I went shooting. I shot beer bottles with a 22 something and a cricket (?) and a pistol. My ears were basically bleeding because apparently you are supposed to wear protective ear gear. But I didn't know that!
Then I rode a horse. I'm not a horse person. They are big, much bigger then me. And its like you are supposed to tell them where to go and you're on their back, kicking them to go faster. All I'm saying is that if I was being ridden, I would just revolt one day and trample my rider. I would live my life as a free horse. So there is a trust issue for me. They will just get sick of people telling them what to do and it will be when I am clutching the rope trying not to fall when they do that. Because they can smell fear (or is that another animal?) Anyways, I tried to be a horse whisperer. By literally whispering to my horse. Sweet-nothings, complimenting her mane and her stride, telling her she can do whatever she wants, I won't be the boss of her. We aren't exactly friends but I also came out alive so don't go scoffing at my method.
Of course my grandmother and grandfather are excellent cooks. So is aunt jennifer and my three uncles. Oh cousins. Amusing and loud the weekend was full of memories being made and a perfectly perfect thanksgiving. And I'm thankful for that. Also the Cal bears won against ASU.
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