Rodeo Clown

So a couple of weeks ago we went out on a senior session. This senior had read my blog post about being SKEERED of horses and I think- not sure- but I THINK her main goal was to terrorize me.  

All I know is that at the end of the session, she and her mom and sister ganged up on me (and you know Tyler was in on it too) and forced me to GET ON A HORSE. 

I tried to refuse in every manner possible but in the end, those bullies won. 

And so, they taught me how to get on a horse.

Oh, it's easy! they said... and showed me how I should step on their hands and hoist myself up while pulling on the horsey's mane for leverage, and then swing my other leg over.

Yah- just what I want to do, right? Pull a horses hair!  NO THANK YOU.  I could picture the horse turning it's head to me and saying "Oh NO YOU DIN't" and then stomping my head into the ground. Or, maybe it would strategically place itself in front of me and buck me all the way to Timbuktu.

Clearly I was being outvoted. The entertainment value of me attempting to mount a horse was just too enticing to these three women and Mister BL.  So, they readied me for the lift-off.

Well- I did just about everything right. I put my foot in their hands, grabbed the mane and they boosted me up. I swung my leg over to the other side...

But fell several inches short and kicked Poor Scary Horsey right in the bum.  OK, so now everybody was laughing- except me- I took note of the situation and realized: I was stuck with one leg half up a horsey, there were three women holding my bum up in the air in an effort to push me up the rest of the way, and one man (my husband!, even) taking pictures of the whole event.

Harumph.

The ladies were strong. They got me on that there horse. And in the end, I was a triumphant cowgirl. The horse didn't even notice I was there. I took a hold of the strings (reigns, they are called) and pretended like this was any ordinary day.

Only this was no ordinary day. This was the day that

I. Rode. A. Horsey.

So Proud! 

Emarrassing pictures below.

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What you can't see in these pictures are the girls' faces- which I'm sure were very strained from the Holding Up of My Bum.

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Don't I look so expert, so seasoned in the way of horse?

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Ah, the dismount. Not so smooth. Pulled a groin muscle. But, I did it for you, dear readers.

Anyway, I do believe that the actual grad's pictures turned out much better. What a beautiful girl. 

Congratulations to all my H.S. Seniors of 2009- you rock.

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