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woo Cowgirl up, Adera!
You have to use the right leather or horse hair … good for rounding up mustangs in the wild too
You have to use the right leather or horse hair … good for rounding up mustangs in the wild too
I do love the smell of leather against the skin…taking firm control of the situation…
…the rush when you have confidence and finally let the mare run at that gallop….So what exactly is this downside of Cowboys? :
…. Methinks you are doing a Texas two-step with dance partners who have 2 left legs…Wow, I have been living in the city for too long. Your entire conversation went right over my head. Although I agree about the mustang… that is a really hot car. Lol
Perhaps Bear has found another cowgirl to roll in the hay with? Tehehe I don't know much about horses either and I can't even remember the last time I rode on one. Keiko, you think they'll frown at us if we show up in stripper heels?
Nooo I want to go riding horsies. *stomping my foot in the ground and pushing out my lower lip in a pout*
Nooo I want to go riding horsies. *stomping my foot in the ground and pushing out my lower lip in a pout*
hmm,…well swing by the stable,…we'll have to check out your “seat in the saddle” before trying horseback
And why am I finding myself in your lap for this?
Finding a country boy in the city could be just as exciting as finding a city girl in the country.
Imagine with me the full moon illuminating a wide open field with a creamy, blue light. Among the wildflowers sits a girl. The cool, night wind kisses her soft, ivory skin and combes through her curtain of long, flowing coral hair which gently spills over her slender shoulders and down her back.
Her dress, as black as the starless sky above her, is adorned with lace and bows. The skirt, hemmed with frills and loose ribbons, fans out and around her lithe body and conceals her legs beneith.
Her fingers laced together while resting delicately in her lap, and with her head gently tilted back, her dazzling dark orbs reflect the moon's image.
On the air is a faintly audible melody tracing back to her lips, like ebony petals as the wind gently carries her song through the meadow.Of course, that's how I like to imagine it would be like.
Having just moved from a small, rural place (How small was it? The entering and leaving signs were on the same pole.) to the big city (ok, ABQ isn't as huge as say NY or Chicago), the difference is striking.
I miss the horses, of course, and a night sky filled with stars. The constant noise takes some getting used to. On the plus side, people really exist! There's lots to do and living close by the river, I'm really enjoying those mornings when I jog beside it, listening to the water and wildlife.
Not to mention that now instead of the usual 2-3 regular drunks during the week, there's actually folks that drop in after work for a drink, some socializing and dancing.
Amd Bear. that whole 8-second thing is a reference to cowboys on the rodeo circuit staying in the saddle for 8 seconds (or longer). And I agree, a really good cowboy is gonna stay in the saddle no matter how much the filly is bucking, twisting or sunfishing and for a lot longer. Wooooo Cowboy up!
Yeah, it's that inter-personal bull that mimics the mechanical one
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