So, it's been a very eventful day. Of course, mine always are, you know, but this one was just that much more life changing We're moving again. We don't know where to, or what we're going to do when we get there, but we are officially unemployed, as of today, on the Frank Klempel, Inc. Ranch. Wow, huh? Yeah, that's what I'm thinking.

You see, what my family had to offer wasn't what my Uncle Al was looking for. So, we're looking at a job in Livingston, MT (I really think we should move back to Missouri!). It's a position for a fence building manager-- right up my Daddy's alley. No houses yet. We'll probably be outta here in a month or two though.

In a way, I'm really glad we're leaving, because I know we won't be settling down in eastern Montana again. That's a good thing to me, because I absolutely HATE the landscape and the climate. It's so empty and cold. I love the people, but landscape and climate have always been a big deal to me. I mean, I love running barefoot. In Missouri, the grass is perfect for it. Up here, the grass is always brown, unless you go major out of your way to water it, and it's super pokey. Yuck. Plus, in Missouri, it was warm enough to run barefoot about 10 months out of the year! Up here, it's winter for 11 months and we have a measly 30 days of summer. You know the old saying, "If summer's on a Saturday this year, I'm going fishing." Seriously, that saying fits this place to a T.

In another way, I don't really want to move, because my parents and Anna really wanted to come here and they really love the place. They were all looking forward to things up here so much when we were moving. And now it's just like their dream was snatched away. I'm sure they'll be happy wherever God places us, but I just wish they didn't have to go through that time of uncertainty, before they could chill out, ya know?

Pray for us... that we'll find a job, preferably not be out in the middle of nowhere, but in a place big enough to keep our stock, maybe find a nearby town with a Starbucks and a Walmart less than 40 minutes away, and pray that it has a license bureau, because I'm dying to drive!

That's all for now :) 

Wow, I feel so in touch with Missouri now! I never knew so many of my friends had one of these xanga deals!! But, I'm really thinking ya'll should upgrade to a myspace, cause I know how to get around one of them already, and I check it more often.

Okay, so here's my strange experience of the day: I was driving up to the neighbors house (yes, ya'll actually heard me say drive! I no longer freak out at the idea of actually driving a car.) to do their chores, cause they left for the week, or something like that. So, after I took care of the goats and chickens (I hate chickens) and doggies, I was ready to go home (it was pretty cold). As I was pulling out of the driveway going about 10 mph, picking up speed, the car just STOPPED. Launched me into the steering wheel! The entire car just locked up on me. It was stopped dead in it's tracks. Hmmm... so I turned off the car, then started it again. The brake was locked up funny, but I could push it down enough to get the car into drive. But it wouldn't move. So I put it in reverse. Still wouldn't move. So, I shut it off again, restarted it again. Still nothing happened. So, I walked back to the neighbors house and called my Daddy. He said he'd come get me. I was a little bit concerned, cause the car had died like right in the middle of the road. So, I thought I'd try to restart it and get it to move. I turned it on, the brake still felt locked up, but I slammed it down anyway, determined to get it off the road. I put the car in drive and floored it. And just like that, the brake unlocked, I spun out and went zinging down the road Huh. Weirdo car, that's all I've gotta say about that. Speaking of flooring things-- I FINALLY LEARNED HOW TO HOOK CORNERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Woohoo! Super I love it! I need a mudding truck. That's all there is to it. I need a super big, exhaust roaring, corner hooking, extra tall, mudding truck... and a cellphone. But, the mudding truck is priority Although, I think I'm more likely to get a cellphone. Whatever...

Anyway, I gotta run-- bye, loves!

Last night I went to a basketball game in Richey with my cousins, Kevin and Lisa. It was alot of fun As far as I'm concerned the next best thing to rodeo is a good ole ball game, whether it be basketball, volleyball, football, or baseball. I love em all! The girls game, Royals won! Woohoo! Then the boys game, we lost It was SO sad. I was very ashamed of my team there for a second, because the boys team captain started cussing out the coach right there on the court and got sent to the locker room. That's when we started to lose. I was so mad. I mean, because of that one fool, we lost the game. Loser.

You know what really bugs me-- when people call me a redneck. I'm not a redneck. I'm Southern. I always try to make a very clear distinction between the two. Just cause I have a southern accent does not mean I'm an uneducated hick that uses duct tape to fix my problems (although, I generally do use duct tape to fix stuff). I mean, where has the South gone?! Anyone can be a redneck. ANYONE. But only the true Southerners can be Southern. What's there to be proud of as a redneck?-- so what if you say ain't. I've heard the yanks up here say ain't-- it doesn't sound southern, it sounds uneducated. And one thing we Southerners are, is educated. And we should be proud of that fact and hold it up with dignity. I would much rather have a reputation for being a capable Southern lady that can give a strong cup of coffee to the coon hunters at midnight, then being a redneck that can hardly wipe my seat when I'm done in the ole outhouse. I would much rather be known for bringing a smile to everyone's face as I walk past, rather than a rude guffaw at redneck stupidity. I would much rather be remembered for leaving my mark as a Southern lady that could handle anything anyone dished out, maintain dignity even when my world was falling apart, and making people happy even when I was utterly depressed. Think of the mark rednecks have left behind: bubba teeth, duct tape, hunters, outhouses, the rebel flag, and mudding trucks. About the only good thing about rednecks is their truck and their loyalty to the Confederacy. Other than that, they're down right disgusting! They give the rest of us Southerners a bad name. Think of the Confederate's in the 1800s-- do you see Robert E. Lee spitting his tobacco in the ole spittoon, sitting on his fat lazy butt, trying to decide if the Confederacy should stand up for their rights or not? Absolutely not. That leads me to another thing-- if the South wants to rise again, we need to wipe clean our slate of redneck history, and finish our history with the pride and dignity passed down to us by the Confederacy. I don't see a redneck out there fighting for Southern Independence. All I can see is those dang rednecks sporting the flag, talking mean about the South rising again. But I don't see it happening. What are we coming to? I believe rednecks shame the Southern reputation. I believe they have false pride, false dignity, and until I see them doing anything worth their time, I'll continue believing that.

If we want to pull together and make the South a free country, we must uphold the Confederacy, not through redneck stupidity, but through the dignity afforded us by being Southern boys and Southern girls fighting for a cause, not just talking about fighting for our cause. As the old saying goes, "a little less talk, alot more action". May the South rise again.

The NWSS was a blast-- even if my bro did buck off both nights. *tears* Oh well, I'm still proud of him. It takes alot of good rides to even get asked to ride in the Stock Show, so that counts for something. Still... it just kills me to see someone else mess up or fail. It's weird, cause when I'm in their position of "loser", it doesn't bother me too bad-- I mean, sure my pride's a little stepped on, but nothing I can't handle. But when it's someone else, whether I know them or not, and they lose, it just kills me. I totally feel their pain. I think that's a bad thing. Uh-oh. Hmmm...

It was so much fun hanging out with Rachel. I miss her so much. It really sucks to lose your best friend, mentor, encourager, competitor, and sister all in the same year you move away from everything you know, everything you understand, and everything comfortable. Then, to adjust without that shoulder to lean on-- it's like facing the world all alone at 15. Drama drama.~*big sigh*~ Anyway, it was awesome to hang out again. We walked all over the rodeo grounds and stadium halls and just everywhere. And get this-- the Australian guy that ran the Aussie booth REMEMBERED US from last year! You know how he remembered us?! We were walking past and he says, "You girls," in that Australian accent he has,"aren't you the girls from last year?" We nodded. Then he started laughing and said he remembered us because we were the girls who through the boomerang and hit that guy in the back of the head with it. Good rep we leave, yeah?! Lol. Good times.
Every morning we walked to Starbucks for coffee, like normal. Nick and PointD got to experience Starbucks coffee for the first time ever. It's pathetic when the first time you experience Starbucks is when you in your 20s. Lol. Anyway, it was awesome. PointD is fun to watch reining, roping, and racing events with, cause he's really savvy about that stuff. He's looking for a partner to go pro with in team roping, but can't find one that'll stay sober. It's sad. I sorta know the boat he's in-- it's hard to find a barrel racer to travel with that's willing to live by my standards, which are: don't come back to my trailer drunk, don't bring guys back to my trailer to sleep with, and pay half travelling fees. Nothing unreasonable, but for a world that's known for it's drunks and whores, it's a tall order. *sigh* But, as bad as rodeo sounds, it's really not. I love it with all my heart. Most people see the cowboys and cowgirls as drunks and whores, but all I see is lost people. Just like in every other part of the world. They seek fulfillment in all the wrong places, just like every other lost person. And my heart goes out to them. And I want to make them feel better. No doubt, wanting to help every hurting person I see will be my downfall. No doubt.

Thanks for all your comments, I'll try to reply to them soon!

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Hey guys... I'm really bad at keeping this up to date. I'm not even busy lately, just haven't felt like writing. But, today I am going to sit still for 30 minutes MINIMUM, and update ya'll.

Lol, I already failed... right after I wrote that I saved it then went outside and had Kevin give me a ride to the Homestead Land and I rode Starrdust home. Well guys, I tried Let me try that again...

I can hardly wait until Friday when we leave for Colorado! I'll get to see Rachel, Cari, Jared, PointD, Nick, and all those guys! Can't wait!!! I was so worried that when we went to the Stock Show Rach wouldn't be able to make it. I was like, "who am I gonna walk around with? Who's going to laugh with me at all the crazy stunts we pull?" You know, a rodeo just never seems right without Rachel there to pal around with. I better get over that, cause Rach's not always going to be at my rodeos. Course, it's different when you're riding in the rodeo. No time to walk around, no time to think. I love it. It's this wonderful feeling of busyness-- not a second for you to take a breath! It's awesome You just drive to the rodeo (when you're on the circuit it's usually a fairly long drive), then it's warm up time for your horse and you review fundamentals with your horse. Things like leads and stretches, flexion, impulsion, etc. Then, you watch a few of the events to get a feel on what type of arena it is-- how the stock reacts to it will tell you if the dirt is thick, fluffy and hard to run in, or thin and 0-shock absorbing. This'll tell you how hard you need to push your horse, where to rate, and how much warmup you'll need. Then if you do have a second to think, you visualize your run over and over-- think: where are the places I'll have more trouble? where's my horse going to want to pick up speed? Where do everybody else's horses screw up? etc.
Then it's your run. After the run, if you did bad you figure out where you went wrong, and if you did good, think of how you can improve. So, when you're a barrel racer, you're life revolves around barrel racing. And that style of life leaves no room for mistakes, no room for anything except that which will help your performance. Oh I love it!! What's depressing though, is that I can't find a rodeo association up here *tears*. I checked into the one that Tyrel rides in, but it doesn't pay money for winnings. Instead you get stuff like belt buckles and coats and stuff like that. I would be okay with that except that I'm not rich and I'm paying my own way. You see, Mom and Daddy said I could go to one rodeo a month. I pay for traveling expenses, entry fees, and horse bills. If I'm not winning money, I can't rodeo. So, I either need a rich Daddy or a sugar daddy. One or the other. Sad sad. And I know I could have any sugar daddy I wanted, but I'm not willing to stoop that low, so I will find a different way. Okay... lol, you guys probably think all I think about is rodeo. Well, you're not far from the truth, but I DO think about other things. Like hair I need to re-dye mine. I'm tired of dark red. Hmm... maybe I'll go blue. Lol, just kidding! No, tomorrow I'm dying the neighbor-girls hair. She's going blonde. I dyed Rachelle's (my best friend) hair a couple weeks ago. She went dark brown. It looks good! Anna won't let me come near her hair with a 10-foot pole, but... wahahah, we'll persuade her to let me dye it again

Okay guys, really, I can be deep sometimes. I don't just think about rodeo (although that is a very deep subject, if you ask me) and hair. I think about alot of different things. And I'm not as ditsy as people think I am. If they knew half the things I caught on about but didn't let on that I caught on, they'd be amazed I've just always known that you never lay all your cards on the table, ya know.

So, I gotta go now.