Wolfie's Recent Misadventures >.>

Okay, so let me just say that this is going to seem a bit random, as it's going to encompass about 2 weeks worth of continuous events, fails and unbelievable occurrences. Now then...<br><br>The most recent even on my mind would be what just happened, at about 9:45ish, EST for me. I was sitting in my room, just logged on to VP, when my brother yells to me that my best friend Amber is here. I'm getting up to go to the door, and my brother starts yelling at me to hurry up. That was fantastic, but I just brushed it off. I get to the door, and there stands Amber with Prince on his leash. Next thing I know, I'm following her down my driveway, across the street and to her driveway. And there is lay. In the middle of the drive way on the right side. A <span style="font-size:150"><span style="font-weight:bold"><span style="font-style:italic"><span style="text-decoration:underline">huge SNAKE</span></span></span></span>! Yes, you read that right, it was a snake. Of course, all we can do is stare because it's not even stretched out straight and it's giant. And I'm not pulling the girly "OMG it's a 4 inch snake" crap. This sucker was over like..a foot or something. So anyway, here we are, trying to figure out what the snake looks like and whether or not it should be killed. We're already pretty jumpy, I mean two chicks in the middle of the night with a dog trying to herd them to the house, staring at the snake with <span style="font-style:italic">what the heck?</span> looks on their faces. Well, we stick Prince in the house and go shovel hunting - do we find a shove? <span style="text-decoration:underline">NO.</span> That's just great right? Giant, potentially poisonous snake on the loose and we can't do a darn thing about it. Finally Amber and I decide to go and get the neighbor, whom we don't really know, because he can probably help us better than we can help ourselves. And, out walks her Grandmother. Her Grandmother, who is no help at all with snakes as we know from previous times, proceeds to have us explain what's going. We turn to show her the snake and it's starting to slither in to the day lilies that everyone always walks through, so all Grandmother gets to see is the tail. She then tells us to go get the neighbor because he said to get him if there was ever anything they needed assistance with. We go over, ask him and he comes over with his wife. So then begins the late night, flash light, snake hunt. We stand there while they try and find the USS (unidentified slithering snake). All of the sudden we hear awful squawking from the baby birds in tree. Still, we find no snake. So we had to pack it in, leaving the USS on the loose. Hopefully the sucker slithered away into the woods, though I really doubt it because it was slow, dark and could have hid in the think, dark day lilies. At least now everyone knows to watch where they walk, the dogs and to warn the Kids (grandchildren/Amber's cousins). <br><br>This event made Amber and I think about the other occurrences in our lives recently. Her Grandmother, my Mother, her or I couldn't get the jar the sweet tea was in open. We needed someone stringer than us to open it. We needed someone to weed eat and handle other yard related issues we can't handle. Someone to scare off creeps. And we needed someone more readily available and calmer to deal with our snake problem. All in all, along with other accumulated issues, Amber and I realized we both needed something - a Man. Ah, gotta love how they can make life much easier~<br><br>Now, let's rewind a bit. On Friday, I was forced to participate in a game called <span style="font-style:italic">Magic Shoes</span>. For those of you who don't know, the game goes like this - you and your teammates are standing on one side of the room behind a set line. In front of you is boiling lava, and the only way to cross is with the Magic shoes. You can only wear them once, for one trip. You have to get everyone over to the safe zone on the other side. If you fall in or anyone crosses the line you have to start over. Mr. Stamey, my teacher and Elaina, a Junior helping him out, were sitting at the safe zones watching so no one would cheat. It was boys against girls. Well, I'm taller, and the way to do the game is to carry people. I get stuck carrying two people. Didn't really want to, but whatever. I figure I'll just keep the peace. First time I do it, it's alright. Except at first Melissa, she being piggy backed while I hold Anna in my arms princess style, tries to choke the living day lights out of me. Still, we made it across. Well, someone fails and we have to start over. Now I have Melissa on my back and Jessi in my arms. I'm two maybe three feet from the goal line and Melissa is slipping. Her legs and getting stuck around mine. I already have a bad right knee and ankle...I'm pretty sure you can guess what happens next. We go down like a ton of bricks. I slam my right knee into the ground, Melissa flops on top of me and I'm trying to not hurt/drop Jessi. <span style="font-weight:bold"><span style="font-style:italic"><span style="text-decoration:underline">FAIL!</span></span></span> I'm hit with immediate pain. Melissa and Jessi somehow are gone, I'm turning over and my band teacher, Mr. Stamey is there asking if I'm okay. Looking at my knee, there was a big gaping hole and skin was all pushed down - think about how when you skin something and it gets stick or whatever. You can also just tell it's going to bruise and bad. And that's all anyone can see, I'm thinking lashdkashd my BAD knee! And all I can say to my teacher is "I went down on my bad knee!" He tells me to calm down and I walk with him across the room to get it cleaned up. I'm standing there when Elaina says, "You can sit down" I sit down, Stamey has me rip off the skin, we put peroxide on it and I get a giant band aid. And then the worst part of all happens. I start shaking, <span style="font-weight:bold">uncontrollably</span>. It was ridiculous. I'm then told I can't play any more and go to sit out. So, I spend the last part of my day in pain and go home on the bus with a knee I can't bend. It's on the mend now, but it looks AWFUL. The first time the bruising started to show it was just purple and you could see the giant bruise outside the big band aid. At the time, I had spent the night with Amber - bad night, needless to say - and when I show her all she can say is "At least it's a pretty shade of purple that matches your skin tone" xD The bruising is ridiculously worse now - I'm 6 shades of purple, 4 shades of pink and 2 shades of yellow. It's just wonderful. Oh, and I got to spazz around during the snake incident with my gimpy leg; YAY! <br><br>Now, another topic jump! Woot woot for randomness! Well, I used to take horseback riding lesson. I <span style="font-weight:bold"><span style="font-style:italic"><span style="text-decoration:underline">loved</span></span></span> it more than anything in the world. When I was younger, I used to ride but wasn't able to for a long time after my parents divorce. Well, my instructor Ashley started me off from the begging like I didn't even know what a horse was xP It was great. I worked with a few horses, mainly Jack an American Quarter Horse and Fame a 13 year old Arabian. But I worked with Jack the most. He was so sweet, and loved to cuddle with me. He just let me love on him. He could be lazy, but when I wanted him to work for me he got all ready to go. It was great. I even got him to almost all the way into his trailer in about 15 minutes - and he HATED the trailer. Ashley told me it took her an hour to get him to board fully for her on most occasions. I was SO stoked. After that, we moved from just ground work and trust exercises to mounted stuff. We had been going slow, which had allowed me to bond with Jack. So when it came time to ride, I was beyond way excited because we were going bareback so I could learn the feel of him and his rhythm. It was the most amazing thing in the world to get in tune with him. He's my horse soul mate - I'm sure all you horse people know what I mean. Like, ridiculous as it sounds, I'm really freaked out by thunder. Well, a storm was rolling in while I was on Jack bareback and her didn't even really flinch, he picked up on my anxiety and just worked to soothe me, even though he hated it too. Needless to say, I had my heart stolen by horse. Sadly, months ago Ashley lost her house, and they moved three hours away. I haven't gotten to see Jack since. Every year before my birthday, I always go trail riding with my Grandfather. Well, just before that my mom had heard from Ashley that I needed to come visit, so they were really on my mind. I was happyto be around horses, but it liked to killed me to ride Chico, the horse I was on, during our ride because he reminded me of Jack in ways. It was incredibly conflicting And to make matters worse, I've had the whole "You can take lessons again when I get married" running through my mind because of my mom. She gets married in October, and told me that because of the better financial situation that that's when I can think about being able to ride again Dx<br><br>So, an ending synopsis of my rant - Never playing Magic shoes again. <span style="font-weight:bold">Ever.</span> Next time we see a snake, immediately run, or hobble in my case, to get the neighbor. I need to find a man. Or Amber does...or both. There are just some things this crazy broad can't do. My Mother and Amber's Grandmother are crazy - whole different story, you don't want to know. And I'm suffering from a case of the classic broken heart due to a horse. Yep, that about sums is all. I now end my ranty rant >.>