Eh I think it's Saturday

Today has been a day dedicated to bad memories. I really like how I can tell my Grandma Cookie anything and everything and I know she will understand. It makes me feel so much better. So as I sat here and started feeling...I really don't know how to describe it, Depressed mostly I guess, I thought about my blog. Unfortunately it really kind of sucks. I planned to blog every single day and ended up not getting around to it. I'll try harder I guess. It's beautiful outside. It rained pretty hard yesterday around seven last night. Just five minutes, multiple sheets of hail and rain pounded on the metal roof. It's so green out here. Not like in the city whereif you look out the window you see annoying neighbors and tractors tearing apart the beautiful scenery. Out here there are trees that go on forever. Bright green grass. And the newly hatched turkey chicks. They are barely big enough to be seen over the grass. My Papa Harley's horse Greyco is a big strong white horse. I looked out the window a few seconds ago and he looked like a hornless unicorn running through the beautiful greenery. The Sun was shining and reflecting off his beautiful coat. He's a wild one though. Really rowdy. Grandma has a handsom Brown horse. His name is Brownie. He's the one I ride, not extremely tame but tame enough that he's only pushed me off once, and thankfully I landed in a nice soft warm pile of horse poo. I think he aimed for it. They are so intelligent. He knows I haven't riden in a while and don't exactly know how. When he trots I all but bounce off. I'm learning, trying to learn anyways. Hepushes me around like no other, he knows I have no clue on how to do anything about it. So Grandma tells me to scoot up, tuck in my knees and pull his reins in the direction I want. When I'm able to stay on I really enjoy trotting. I can't wait to run, but Brownie Is an old boy. Old enough to get tired of my crap. Grandma says that you can tell when he's tired of me, he swishes his tail in a peculiar manner and he starts throwing his head back. I need to learn how to ride with him, move with his strong muscles. They are powerful and beautiful, intelligent. It's always hillarious when he will stop and lift his tail. You can hear the deep plunks as the poo falls to the ground. It smells pretty bad too. And it sounds like a waterfall, I have no idea how horses pee so much. Oh yeah, I've been rambling. I'll tell you about my day. We went to Storybook Island. It's a big area that has explorable little houses and castles. Many playgrounds and they are based on little childhood stories and nursery rhymes like Humpty Dumpty and the Three Little Pigs. Sadly, I'm too old to play but it was enjoyable watching my brother and little cousin play. Afterwards we picked up my 90 year old (and aging) Great Grandmother; Grandma Muriel. Her memory is almost as good as her hearing. Non existant. She barely remembers anyone. I can't even list all of the names she has greeted me by. But we still love her. Lunch at Fuddruckers was delicious. They have the best hamburgers ever! Haha I accidently put BBQ sauce on my meal instead of Ketchup. It was pretty yummy, you should try it sometime! After we ate and dropped Grandma Muriel off at her apartment in the old people home we drove to Custer and went put-put golfing. I was second, Grandma was first. I got alot of reading done in the truck today. Harley and Alpine got baloons. I didn't get one. : ( We are going to be having fruit salad tomorrow and steak for dinner! yay! I knew blogging would make me feel better! I feel so much better. I'm going to go I'll probably blog again later. Love you everyone....