Today is Margaret's birthday and so we're trying to figure out what we are going to do to celebrate(especially me because I'm a bad sister and don't have a present) since Margaret is working tonight for the devil being a telemarketer.

On Monday during my lesson I fell off of Goldie, the pony that I sometimes ride, but it was what my Aunt Jeannie would call a "baby fall." I was learning how to put my feet back in the stirrups if I lose them-at a trot. I was going clockwise and had my outside foot out and had almost got my foot back in the stirrup when I lost my inside stirrup and then, while trying to get Goldie to slow down AND get my stirrups at the same time, I realized it was a losing battle and I was going to fall anyway. I'm just glad that I realized that in time to grab the pommel and soften my fall and I'm very, very, very glad that Goldie was sweet enough to stay with me until I was completely off instead of just tearing off around the ring. Compared to my other two falls it didn't hurt at all.

That's all for now!