Pony Ride

If you had an opportunity to take a free pony ride, for whatever reason, would you do it?  Why Not!?

I had this opportunity the other night. There was a daycare holding an open house and they used the services of this ranch that allows, miniature horses to be used for pony rides.  These miniature horses, not technically ponies,  pull around a little seat with wheels big enough for two adults.

I could not resist the urge to stop and ask what was going on, in fact I dragged my fiance back over there after debating whether or not to bother.  So, we went over to the lady sitting on a cart with a miniature horse.  She explained about the open house etc.  The miniature horse kept nudging its face at me so I pet it.  Oh, I about fell in love with that horse.  It was the sweetest thing, I wish I could have just taken it home and kept it in my room like a pet.  Is that weird?

Anyway, I did not take the ride, I only pet the miniature horses, because 1. there were children enjoying the rides and I didn't want to take the rides away from them, and 2. I had a sneaking suspicion my voluptuous arse (to be nice) might not have fit, and I wanted to spare myself the humiliation.

I know, I know, I should have just gone for it, but I am glad to at least have met the wonderful horse.

If you ever get a chance to take a pony ride though, I suggest you take it.

Faeries of Fythery (a rhyming tale)

Below are the first to chapters of a rhyming tale that I began on bebo.com, to view the rest of the chapters click the link in the title to be forwarded to that page and remember to become a fan :)






Beginnings are scary yet beautiful things, all depending on the situation.

"Once in a lifetime, you meet someone who changes your world,
if you're lucky, you'll treasure that pearl!"


As in all good tales, we shall begin this rhyme
with the famed quote, of...
Once Upon A Time...

For Once a long time ago, in a land far from our shores,
there lived a faery, in a house not at all like yours.
This house was not a house per say, but a hole in a Redwood,
one of the largest trees today.
This faery was named for her hair, as blue as oceans afar,
They called her Bleu, and she shined like the northern star.

Bleu lived alone for many a day, alone and sad she was,
visiting local village children just wasn't enough.
She longed for that feeling, she'd seen on the maiden's face,
longed for company, yearned for just a taste.
Though she was not naive, no no, she knew it wouldn't be fine,
for once she'd tasted it, she'd want it all the time.

Alas, to dream of such a day, when she could indulge in lustful play,
perhaps letting it bloom into ...dare I say...
perhaps True love someday.



Perhaps perhaps, words of aggravation indeed,
Bleu grew tired of her lustful needs.
Is it normal, sure... acceptable not at all,
but she was certainly determined to fall.

By the autumn she was born, into the sign of love,
and by that sign, she was true enough,
a hopeless romantic, alone of course,
always searching for true love's source.

Till one day, a fine morn to be seen
a stranger approached, with eyes of green
He was tall and handsome, a knight she was sure
glowing with honor, and a heart surely pure.

His steed was the most glorious Dragonfly
with fiery wings, and shimmery turquoise sides,
They both looked quite divine
to a young faerie's eyes.

But to approach could mean reproach, disaster utmost!
But to stay hidden and shy would make her a bad host.
Oh decisions decisions, why always so hard,
putting so much strain on a young girl's heart.