"As long as I never have to work at a place like Chick-fil-A again, I'll be happy" - My cousin, Aunt Chicken (Her future aunt name. Our kids will call her this. It's decided.), talking about jobs. I reminded her that this is why she's in college.
Tl;dr: Woke up later than everyone else, watched a lot of people ride horses, hung with my extended family, hiked down to a creek, shredded a shit-ton of cheese, baked a cake, ate dinner and listened to people talk about horses.
If you don't want to spend a shitload of money, don't let you kid ride horses. If you want your kid to be the happiest kid ever, let your kid ride horses.
Horse people are crazy. Competing in a horse show is A LOT of work. Putting on a horse show is even more work. I woke up and got outside to 10 trailers and 20 horses already parked and ready to go. The trailers and people just kept streaming in as the day went on. I watched as riders went one-by-one to compete over jumps, and as parents stood, hugging the fence, holding their breath.
It's a powerful sport. You see these teeny, young girls just killing it on these huge horses. The absolute best thing to watch are the newbies though. Their eyes glow with excitement as they watch the bigger kids ride, and the exude pride as they take home a ribbon (or many) and a stuffed animal prize. One girl's family was nearly in tears when she won champion of her division. There were only two girls in the division, but it didn't matter. They couldn't have been more proud.
My uncle, cousin, and grandpa showed up mid-morning. It was great to see them. My grandpa hadn't been back to the farm in over 20 years. His face looked similar to those 6 yr old students, glowing with pride. In his case, pride for what his children have achieved. He couldn't get over how happy everyone at this show was, "It's like the old days." This farm has been in the family since the 1950's and it's very special that my aunt (and countless other friends and family) have been able to revive it to what it is now. They should be proud. I'm proud.
My grandpa had an old friend come out as well. They rode around the property in a golf cart together. I think the cart was at max capacity. I think it broke by the end of the day. I think it was probably worth it, because seeing these two large men side-by-side, squeezed into the front seat of the golf cart was priceless.
My cousin's boyfriend showed up too. After I beat him up and said, "Yo dude, you treat this girl with respect. Or else...", we went on a hike down to the creek. We threw rocks in the water and watched as the boyfriend attempted to make a rock bridge. Aunt Chicken and I played with sticks. No, we are not five years old.
We went back up to the show and I had to do a brief, but moving, tree dedication for a former riding student who recently passed away of brain cancer. Many families that loved this boy got together and planted a gorgeous tree by the riding ring in his honor. A girl sang a touching song after I spoke a few words.
Next I went inside with Aunt Chicken and her side piece to bake my cake. They grated cheese.
It was their first time grating cheese (ugh, kids these days). I had to explain it in video game terms. "Ok guys, this is like your Wii remote (the cheese block). You guys are racing to see who can fill the bowl faster. You move it up and down like this against this metal thing. It's sharp though, because this is real life, not a game (you idiots)." We grated WAY too much cheese. I made a cake and three boxes of rice.
The rain started pouring down as I was baking inside. I think I got lucky that I was tending to the food, because this meant I couldn't go outside and help as everyone madly tried to pack up the show. They sadly, had to call the show early, meaning a bunch of riders didn't get to compete. This was unfortunate, but the majority of the day went flawlessly, so overall it was a win.
I forgot to put oil in the rice. I can make a flourless almond cake, but cannot follow instructions on a box of rice. It stuck to the bottom. Oops. I'm like a "Pinterest only" chef. "Umm, where's the pin for boxed rice? It's not on my 'Miz Eats' board, so like where am I supposed to find the recipe?" "Oh, you mean I have to read this cardboard thing? Ew, I hate cardboard."
Everyone came in, dead tired, and soaked, ready for dinner. We had chicken tacos and sat around as my family and extended-farm-family blabbed on about horses and horse people. Aunt Chicken and I just smiled and nodded along.
My cake was a hit. I'm finding this whole domestic thing to be prettty appealing. I just need someone to buy my groceries. Any takers? I promise I won't mess up the rice again.
Sunday scaries. No such thing in my world.
- No freaking idea what I'm doing, stay tuned.