So I was searching for a little inspiration via Google. Well I was searching ten things people should know about horses, but then I saw a heading for twenty things people should know about you. that’s when the idea happened. So here you go, twenty things you guys should know about me.
1. I am extremely stubborn. let’s just say when I decide I want something my way, I fight like hell to get it. Some call it spoiled, I call it getting the job done.
2. I love horses, but that’s not all. I also love trucks, gardening, movies, John Wayne movie specials, being with friends and as odd as this may sound, I love where I work.
3. I actually like some polka music. That’s right people I said it. I like some polka music. I guess I get it from my Grandpa, but when Big Joe Polka show is on, I cannot help but tune in.
4. I love Oyster stew! Mom doesn’t make it very often because she along with millions of other people in the universe hate it. But really, who couldn’t love the taste?!?!?
5. When I am mad, I am furious, but when I am not I am pretty funny! people don’t really see me mad that much, but according to my mom, when I am really mad about something I am A. really snippy and always have the last word. B. I can never seem to let it all go. However on most of my good days according to friends and family I get them laughing to tears.
6. I am VERY opinionated. Much like my Grandpa, I say what I need to say when I need to say it. Who can help a girl really. If I don’t like something, guaranteed I will say something.
7. I hate being referred to as a “Hillbilly” or a “Redneck.” Alright folks, may I ask you, what really qualifies a person as a “Hillbilly” or a “Redneck”? I have been called both and it really ticks me off. Is it having a farm? Many in this world do. Drinking beer? The last time I checked many people buy beer and they are not in anyway country. Having a trailer home? That’s what I would refer to as being down on your luck and not a lifestyle of choice. Can’t we just call people “Cowboy”, “Cowgirl” or even just “Country” instead of placing us into this derogatory category?
8. I love to eat chicken, but I am deathly afraid of birds! So you know how everyone has those #1 fears? Well birds are mine. They scare the living hell out of me.
9. I won’t just settle for any guy. I am a firm believer in chasing your dreams and in that I believe that applies to finding the right person in your life. I mean common, you will be spending the rest of your life with this person. You don’t want some free loader that sits on your couch and eats chips all day do you? Now I am not saying I believe in “the one” or having a soul mate or anything, but I do believe that there is someone out there that you are meant to be with. They are well worth waiting for. I know what I want and I have high expectations, but I will not settle for anything less.
10. I am a firm believer in dirt cleanses the body. No I am not talking a mud bath at the spa or anything. I mean just getting down in the mud making mud pies, gardening or even having a mud fight is good for the body. I can’t really explain it, but you come out covered and feeling good in the end.
11. I LOVE kids, just not all kids. I for the most part love all kinds of kids, but there is one exception, bratty/spoiled kids. They are so rude, manipulative and wreck things. I for one cannot stand it and when the moment is right I call them out. Who really wants to see that?
12. I am a die hard Republican, in a family full of Democrats. Well all I can say is I stand my beliefs and give my thoughts when I wish. However I am always ready to get a mouthful in return.
13. I live on the straight and narrow, but do like to live a little. I am a firm believer in doing the right thing, but I am also if it feels good do it. Sometimes life gets just to boring.
14. I am terrified to drive. I know, but its true. With how fast cars move, my mother yelling and me being in control, it scares the hell out of me. So much that I honestly cringe just thinking about it.
15. I used to be REALLY shy. Couldn’t tell now, but I used to be so shy that it used to take me three months to raise my hand for the first time in class. I guess that’s what I get for being sheltered most of my life. THANKS MOM!
16. I am not afraid of the dark, but I cannot sleep without my dog there. All I have to say is that if there is ever an intruder in my room I am covered. Got my pillow, my blankie and my dog. Nope he won’t get me!
17. I wear my purity ring with pride! I honestly I think that the body is precious and should be well respected and taken care of both physical and spiritual. However it is a personal choice.
18. I hate cartoons, but my weakness is the Wonder Pets. Who couldn’t love those little guys Linny, Tuck and Ming Ming. I watch it every other Thursday with my cousin, she’s 3. We plan our whole night around it. If someone came up to me and told me to sing the theme song, I would sing it with joy. “Wonder Pets, Wonder Pets weir on our way, to help a baby animal and save….” On every night at 7:30pm on Noggin.
19. English is my first and only language. LITTERALY! For some odd reason, I did not inherit the famous gene of language.
20. I am in no way girlie, but I got my nails done and loved it! **GASP** That’s right folks, I got fake nails and liked it. However with all I do, they won’t stay on for long! I have been a nail biter since I was three and have never quit!
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
How horses saved my soul....
In many ways horses help people. They help them heal both physically and emotionally. However I say that they also help spiritually. How may you ask? Well you cannot really explain it in words, but I can tell you how.
First off let me tell you a little background. I am REALLY closely knit with my family. Like if anyone ever needs anything in our family they will help you in a heartbeat. We also joke around with each other a lot. We may tease each other a lot, but we mean it in the best. Many of our in laws don’t take to it so kindly however. But do we care? NO WAY. We are also the type that if something really bad happens to one of us, we drop everything and get over there to help best we can. I guess this is one of those times.
I am close with all my cousins, but I was really close with my cousin Jordan. He just got it. He could understand what I was going through and gave me the best advice. He was also very protective. However he was the type where he and I could talk about Professional Bull Riding (yes I do watch bull riding! GO JB MAUNEY!) and argue who was the best. Well in the end we would agree that Justin McBride was the ultimate. No matter how wild and crazy he was or how much stupid stuff he did, he was still the one that I looked up to. I am also really close with my cousins Andrea and Samantha. Andrea is the little sister of Jordan. The three of us are like inseparable. We are like the three amigos if that’s what you would call it. We are very different, yet very much the same. Sam is the sports/country girl and Andrea is more of an easy going rocker. We can talk to each other about anything and everything. We pretty much talk via text on a daily basis.
Now let’s go back to the day of May 24 of 2009. The day I will never forget. I wake up hearing my mom on the telephone saying things like, “how could this happen”, “how am I going to tell Lauren” and most of all “poor Mike.” Mike is my uncle and Jordan and Andrea’s dad. I just remember thinking, ‘Mike? What happened to Mike? Is he ok?’ That’s when I got that scary feeling on the inside. Where you know that something really bad has happened. You start playing in your head all the things that could have happened, when really you have absolutely no clue. Mom then gets off the phone, takes a big breath and comes into my room. By now I am white knuckling my pillow, praying something big hasn’t happened. Then the words hit my ears. “Lauren something has happened.” I burry my face in my pillow trying to soften the blow.
“Jordan was in an accident this morning.”
I sigh, look up and say, “What kind of a mess did he get himself into this time? Is he hurt really badly? How bad is his truck beet up? No matter, I will just call Andrea or Samantha and get the details.”
She then takes my hands and says, “Lauren, Jordan didn’t make it. He didn’t survive the accident.”
I was in complete disbelief. My words exactly were, “No. this didn’t happen. He’s just playing a trick. He’s not dead!” It all hit me as soon as we came to my grandma’s house. As soon as I walked in I caught sight my uncles face. He looked so upset. I have never seen him cry before this. In my family, you never cry unless something really bad has happened. That’s when I broke down. I learned that my cousin Andrea had been in the cities with her friends when she found out. One of my other uncles had to drive up and get her because they were afraid of her driving herself. With the days following my cousins Andrea, Samantha and I were fully immersed in what was happening. We talked about it, cried and talked about happy times, but we couldn’t get passed the void.
As we later found out more about the accident, the more it hurt. They say having closure helps families deal with loss, but for me at the time, it just dug me into a deeper hole emotionally. We learned that he and some friends had been out partying and drinking. They all thought that they/my cousin would be ok to drive home. It still is unclear as to whether or not he or his friend was driving. All we know is that his friends were sleeping in the back and that my cousin was either in the passenger or the driver’s seat. None of them were wearing seatbelts and whoever was driving took the turn to hard and lost control of the wheel. My cousin’s body was thrown out the passenger’s side windshield. Then where his body lay his GMC truck fell on top of him from the waist down. His friends climbed out of the car and pulled the truck off of him. While one friend stayed with him, the others ran to a nearby house to call 911. By 4:00am he was pronounced dead at the scene.
This hurt so much that just mentioning the accident that I would burst into tears. I just felt this huge irreplaceable void in my heart. It got so bad that I had these horrifying dreams either about him, the accident or something evil every night for about four months. Like I would place myself in the accident. One of the ones I remember was when I was one of the people at the party and Jordan was about to get into his car to drive home. I just kept begging and pleading that he not get in. I would like grab his arm and he would have to like drag me to his car. Somehow he always seemed to slip into his car and drive away while I was sobbing for him not to go. I would try to stay awake in the wee hours of the morning and still get up at six just so that I would not have these dreams. I felt like my life had no purpose anymore. Like I was just taking up space in this world. When I would come home from the barn I wouldn’t even eat supper or anything. I just stayed in my room all night. I felt like there was this huge pit in my tummy that made me never get hungry. Mom kept telling me to eat, but I would only eat a few bites. I kept asking God for a sign of something good. With lots of perseverance, God did give me something good that I needed, Daisy.
It wasn’t until the day I met Daisy that I slowly began to get better. Sure our relationship started out really rocky, but she gave me a purpose in life. I felt like I was important again. I felt that she needed me. I think it is safe to say that she was heaven sent. We needed each other. She listens to me and even though she cannot speak, I know she understands. She is the first to meet me and the last to send me off at the gate. She’s trusting and forgiving. She’s a spitfire and stubborn little girl, but she tries with all she has. She is so willing to please that if we are working on something, if she won’t do it she will try other things just to please me. She doesn’t beg for treats because she knows that she will get some anyway. She made me reach deep within myself and find my inner strength. To not run away from my fears. To grab life by the horns.
God only knows where I would be if I had never met Daisy. However I know that without her I am not complete. She is like my other half. Even though Jordan has gone to heaven, I feel one step closer to him and heaven when I am with Daisy!
As best said by Vince Gill in his song “Go rest high on the mountain”:
“Go rest high on that mountain
Son, you work on earth is done
Go to heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and Son”
Jordan S. Murphy
August 17, 1987- May 24, 2009
~MISS YOU COWBOY~
First off let me tell you a little background. I am REALLY closely knit with my family. Like if anyone ever needs anything in our family they will help you in a heartbeat. We also joke around with each other a lot. We may tease each other a lot, but we mean it in the best. Many of our in laws don’t take to it so kindly however. But do we care? NO WAY. We are also the type that if something really bad happens to one of us, we drop everything and get over there to help best we can. I guess this is one of those times.
I am close with all my cousins, but I was really close with my cousin Jordan. He just got it. He could understand what I was going through and gave me the best advice. He was also very protective. However he was the type where he and I could talk about Professional Bull Riding (yes I do watch bull riding! GO JB MAUNEY!) and argue who was the best. Well in the end we would agree that Justin McBride was the ultimate. No matter how wild and crazy he was or how much stupid stuff he did, he was still the one that I looked up to. I am also really close with my cousins Andrea and Samantha. Andrea is the little sister of Jordan. The three of us are like inseparable. We are like the three amigos if that’s what you would call it. We are very different, yet very much the same. Sam is the sports/country girl and Andrea is more of an easy going rocker. We can talk to each other about anything and everything. We pretty much talk via text on a daily basis.
Now let’s go back to the day of May 24 of 2009. The day I will never forget. I wake up hearing my mom on the telephone saying things like, “how could this happen”, “how am I going to tell Lauren” and most of all “poor Mike.” Mike is my uncle and Jordan and Andrea’s dad. I just remember thinking, ‘Mike? What happened to Mike? Is he ok?’ That’s when I got that scary feeling on the inside. Where you know that something really bad has happened. You start playing in your head all the things that could have happened, when really you have absolutely no clue. Mom then gets off the phone, takes a big breath and comes into my room. By now I am white knuckling my pillow, praying something big hasn’t happened. Then the words hit my ears. “Lauren something has happened.” I burry my face in my pillow trying to soften the blow.
“Jordan was in an accident this morning.”
I sigh, look up and say, “What kind of a mess did he get himself into this time? Is he hurt really badly? How bad is his truck beet up? No matter, I will just call Andrea or Samantha and get the details.”
She then takes my hands and says, “Lauren, Jordan didn’t make it. He didn’t survive the accident.”
I was in complete disbelief. My words exactly were, “No. this didn’t happen. He’s just playing a trick. He’s not dead!” It all hit me as soon as we came to my grandma’s house. As soon as I walked in I caught sight my uncles face. He looked so upset. I have never seen him cry before this. In my family, you never cry unless something really bad has happened. That’s when I broke down. I learned that my cousin Andrea had been in the cities with her friends when she found out. One of my other uncles had to drive up and get her because they were afraid of her driving herself. With the days following my cousins Andrea, Samantha and I were fully immersed in what was happening. We talked about it, cried and talked about happy times, but we couldn’t get passed the void.
As we later found out more about the accident, the more it hurt. They say having closure helps families deal with loss, but for me at the time, it just dug me into a deeper hole emotionally. We learned that he and some friends had been out partying and drinking. They all thought that they/my cousin would be ok to drive home. It still is unclear as to whether or not he or his friend was driving. All we know is that his friends were sleeping in the back and that my cousin was either in the passenger or the driver’s seat. None of them were wearing seatbelts and whoever was driving took the turn to hard and lost control of the wheel. My cousin’s body was thrown out the passenger’s side windshield. Then where his body lay his GMC truck fell on top of him from the waist down. His friends climbed out of the car and pulled the truck off of him. While one friend stayed with him, the others ran to a nearby house to call 911. By 4:00am he was pronounced dead at the scene.
This hurt so much that just mentioning the accident that I would burst into tears. I just felt this huge irreplaceable void in my heart. It got so bad that I had these horrifying dreams either about him, the accident or something evil every night for about four months. Like I would place myself in the accident. One of the ones I remember was when I was one of the people at the party and Jordan was about to get into his car to drive home. I just kept begging and pleading that he not get in. I would like grab his arm and he would have to like drag me to his car. Somehow he always seemed to slip into his car and drive away while I was sobbing for him not to go. I would try to stay awake in the wee hours of the morning and still get up at six just so that I would not have these dreams. I felt like my life had no purpose anymore. Like I was just taking up space in this world. When I would come home from the barn I wouldn’t even eat supper or anything. I just stayed in my room all night. I felt like there was this huge pit in my tummy that made me never get hungry. Mom kept telling me to eat, but I would only eat a few bites. I kept asking God for a sign of something good. With lots of perseverance, God did give me something good that I needed, Daisy.
It wasn’t until the day I met Daisy that I slowly began to get better. Sure our relationship started out really rocky, but she gave me a purpose in life. I felt like I was important again. I felt that she needed me. I think it is safe to say that she was heaven sent. We needed each other. She listens to me and even though she cannot speak, I know she understands. She is the first to meet me and the last to send me off at the gate. She’s trusting and forgiving. She’s a spitfire and stubborn little girl, but she tries with all she has. She is so willing to please that if we are working on something, if she won’t do it she will try other things just to please me. She doesn’t beg for treats because she knows that she will get some anyway. She made me reach deep within myself and find my inner strength. To not run away from my fears. To grab life by the horns.
God only knows where I would be if I had never met Daisy. However I know that without her I am not complete. She is like my other half. Even though Jordan has gone to heaven, I feel one step closer to him and heaven when I am with Daisy!
As best said by Vince Gill in his song “Go rest high on the mountain”:
“Go rest high on that mountain
Son, you work on earth is done
Go to heaven a shoutin'
Love for the Father and Son”
Jordan S. Murphy
August 17, 1987- May 24, 2009
~MISS YOU COWBOY~
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
A dedication to my family, people and horsey friends!
This post is specialy dedicated to my family, human and horsey best friends. I got the idea because I got the flu most of this week (so sick if it! :( )and guess who made sure I was ok? FRIENDS AND FAMILY! Now you may ask how horses play into this? Well horses have helped me through everything. So this is for them too. Enjoy!
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Me and Daisy's videos from the beginning
So I was looking through my video camera yesterday and found some videos from when we first started out. It’s really interesting to see where we were then and where we are now. Back then she was so defensive we would do anything. It was fairly frustrating. However we now have new videos we can make. Oh and by the way mom was the one holding the camera! Music thanks to Garth Brooks, “That Girl is a Cowboy” and Luke Bryan “Rain is a Good thing!”
The new lyrics to “Do you Believe in Magic” by Lovin’ Spoonful called “Do you Believe in Horses.”
So I decided to do my own little rendition of one of my favorite songs called “Do you Believe in Magic” by Lovin’ Spoonful. Here it is:
Do You Believe in Horses?
Do you believe in horses with their magic and heart?
How their hove beats can free you whenever they start
Because it’s magic, out on the trail through the gooneys
They make people happy like a family movie
I could tell you about the love that will give you wings
But it’s no use in telling you all these things
If you believe in horses you can’t win or lose
If it’s the fast cars or freedom or whatever you choose
Just go ahead ride one, find that inner smile
Because I know you have one
The horse starts moving and you seem to feel
That inner happiness that just makes it real.
If you believe in horse come trail ride with me
We’ll ride till morning, just you and me
And just maybe if the weathers good
We will meet up tomorrow at the start of light
And we’ll go running and that’s when you’ll see
How the magic’s in the horses and the horses in me
Neigh, do you believe in horses?
Neigh; believe in the freedom of hove beats
Believe in the animal that will set you free
Believe in the animal that will make you see
Loove, talking about the horses
Do you believe like I believe Do you believe in horses
Do you believe like I believe Do you believe, believer
Do you believe like I believe Do you believe in horses
Do You Believe in Horses?
Do you believe in horses with their magic and heart?
How their hove beats can free you whenever they start
Because it’s magic, out on the trail through the gooneys
They make people happy like a family movie
I could tell you about the love that will give you wings
But it’s no use in telling you all these things
If you believe in horses you can’t win or lose
If it’s the fast cars or freedom or whatever you choose
Just go ahead ride one, find that inner smile
Because I know you have one
The horse starts moving and you seem to feel
That inner happiness that just makes it real.
If you believe in horse come trail ride with me
We’ll ride till morning, just you and me
And just maybe if the weathers good
We will meet up tomorrow at the start of light
And we’ll go running and that’s when you’ll see
How the magic’s in the horses and the horses in me
Neigh, do you believe in horses?
Neigh; believe in the freedom of hove beats
Believe in the animal that will set you free
Believe in the animal that will make you see
Loove, talking about the horses
Do you believe like I believe Do you believe in horses
Do you believe like I believe Do you believe, believer
Do you believe like I believe Do you believe in horses
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