Hello everybody!!

My game:
  I am here to have fun! Please congratulate me and I will do my very best to return the favor. I am focusing on breeding high gp thoroughbreds.  All of the horses under my 'sales tab' are for sale. If you are interested in one, please send me a message.  I have a account also on the global server under the username Quarterhorse14!

A little about me:
  I am a teen girl between the ages 13 and 17, and I am horse crazy!!! (and have been since I was 7) I live in northeastern America. I lease a horse at the stable down the road, and it is the best thing that has ever happened to me!! I hope that one day I can have a horse of my own. So, I am learning all that I can about horses!

 I play the piano, mandolin and ukulele. I love to play them all! My favorite color is this. I am homeschooled and a Christian.

 I love to watch horse youtube videos for fun, but also for learning more about them. Here are some for fun:
 https://www.youtube.com/c/ThisEsMe
 https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=gypsy+equestrian
And here is one for fun and education on horses:
 https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=equine+helper

I love fall!  Doesn't this look so good?  
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Equestrians be like:

Other people: oh, I'll ride the pony, it looks safer! Equestrians: Anything under 14.2 hands are evil!

When driving past a flat field: That would be a great field to gallop in! 

When on beach: oooohhh! I just want to ride on the beach! 

Equestrians: finding themselves clucking to other animals (and people) to come. 

Equestrians: Notifying everyone else in the car that there are horses in the field that they just drove by. 


Cute sayings...
Beware, I ride horses which means that I own pitchforks, and have the strength to haul hay, AND I have the guts to scream at a half ton animal AFTER BEING KICKED, you will be no problem.........

The path to my heart is paved in hoofprints

I know that I ride like a girl, just try to keep up!

Horses keep me stable

Don't flatter yourself cowboy, I was looking at your horse 

Live like someone lift the gate open

Horses make me happy, you not so much.....                                            (just kidding)

My therapist eats hay

Yes, I smell like a horse. No, I don't consider that a problem



Re-post this if:

-you hate hearing your voice in recordings.

-you use the word "thingy" when you can't remember what something is called.

-you say the entire alphabet because you can't remember what letter comes next.

-you hate when one string of your hoodie is longer than the other.

-you hate it when your favorite song comes on, as you pull into the driveway.

-you feel like if you get under the covers, you will be safe from anything.

-you push those little buttons on the lids of fast-food drinks.

-you hate waking up from a good dream and it won't come back.

-your fridge has nothing to eat in it, even when it's packed with food

-you hate it when you think of a good comeback after the argument is over.

-you never lose anything, you just haven't found it yet

-you always try to put the light switch in the middle but it never works

-you hate getting out of the shower and it's FREEZING

- you stop the microwave at 00:01 so it doesn't beep

- you love to stand in the shower just because it feels SO good!

-you sit in your driveway to finish the song that is on the radio

-you drink your slushies and smoothies too fast and get a brain freeze

- you mouth the words to a song played on your phone or the radio in front of a mirror.

-you jump when the toaster pops even though you were waiting for it to be done.

-you laugh at your own joke before you say it.

-you ever said "what" three times and still have no idea what the person just said to you.

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Impossibilities of the world:
1) You can’t count your hair.
2) You can’t wash your eyes with soap.
3) You can’t breathe when your tongue is out. 
     Put your tongue back in you fool!
Things I know about you:
1) You are reading this.
2) You are human.
3) You can’t say the letter “P” without separating your lips.
4) You just attempted it.
6) You are laughing at yourself.
7) You have a smile on your face, and you just skipped number 5.
8) You just checked if there is a number 5.
9) You laugh at this because you are a fool.
10) You are probably going to share this and see who falls for it.



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Nothing is more freeing than the feeling of riding a horse. Her steady hoof beats pound on the ground as we canter gracefully down the field. Saddle? Never. The wonderful feeling of her strong body moving under you is like magic. The wind makes your hair flow behind you in long, wavy curls. The sun makes her dark coat shine as we go on. Her eyes are bright, her head is high. You grip the reins tighter and squeeze your legs. She leaps into gallop and tosses her head. She loves this as much as you do! The field that is golden with goldenrod comes to a end. You slow her to a walk then she whinnies and you give her a big pat and say,” Good girl!” You slide off and your boots make a thump as they hit the ground. You walk way together, partners, and friends.
 


The horse has:
four wheel drive
built-in GPS
heated seat
power steering
four speed transmission
 so who needs cars?            


Re-post this if you:
stop the microwave at 00:01 so it doesn't beep
love to stand in the shower just because it feels SO good!
sit in your driveway to finish the song that is on the radio
drink your slushies and smoothies too fast and get a brain freeze
mouth the words to a song played on your phone or the radio in front of a mirror.
Jump when the toaster pops even though you were waiting for it to be done.
laugh at your own joke before you say it.
Ever said "what" three times and still have no idea what the person just said to you.
When you set your alarm, and it is just one minute over, you fix it so it is exactly right.

99% of teenage girls would give anything to have a boyfriend. Post this on you page if you are part of the 1% that would dump him for a horse.
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We are girls:
WE RUN AROUND THE HOUSE WHILE WE BRUSH OUR TEETH.

WE READ THE SHAMPOO BOTTLE IN THE SHOWER.

 WE LAUGH AT OUR OWN JOKES BEFORE WE TELL THEM.

 WE CAN READ A SENTENCE 10 TIMES WITHOUT UNDERSTANDING IT.

 WE GO INTO THE SHOWER AND FORGET OUR TOWELS SO WE HAVE TO
MAKE A RISKY RUN TO OUR BEDROOMS HOPING NOBODY SEES US.

WE PUSH DOORS, EVEN WHEN THE BOLD LETTERS IN FRONT OF US SAY PULL.

WE SAY "WHAT?" EVEN IF WE HAVE UNDERSTOOD EVERYTHING SOMEONE HAS SAID.

WE CAN SEE THE SAME MOVIE 10 TIMES.

WE CAN LOOK AT THE CLOCK WITHOUT SEEING WHAT TIME IT IS.

WE TURN THE PILLOW TO LIE ON THE COLD SIDE.

WE SET THE ALARM CLOCK TO RING EARLIER IN THE MORNING SO WE CAN LAY IN LONGER.

BEFORE WE GO TO BED WE CALCULATE HOW MANY HOURS WE GET TO SLEEP.

 WE TRY TO DO THINGS BEFORE THE MICROWAVE BEEPS.

WE CLOSE THE FRIDGE SLOWLY TO SEE IF THE LIGHT STAYS ON.

 WE TRY AND BALANCE THE LIGHT BETWEEN ON AND OFF.

 IF THIS IS THE KIND OF GIRL YOU ARE COPY AND PASTE THIS ON YOUR PAGE!


Horse racing is extremely cruel to the horses. I am very much against horse racing. To see how cruel it really is, watch this video:



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DsLCxwu2lEY



A story from another player's page:



 I saw a cashier hand a small boy his money back; the boy couldn't have been more than 5 or 6 years old. The Cashier said, "I'm sorry, but you don't have enough money to buy this doll.'' The little boy turned to the old woman next to him and said, ''Granny, are you sure I don't have enough money?'' She replied, ''You know that you don't have enough money to buy this doll, my dear.'' Then she asked him to stay there for just 5 minutes while she went to look around. She left quickly. The little boy was still holding the doll in his hand. Finally, I walked toward him and I asked him who he wished to give this doll to. "It's the doll that my sister loved most and wanted so much for Christmas. She was sure that Santa Claus would bring it to her." I replied to him that maybe Santa Claus would bring it to her after all, and not to worry. But he replied to me sadly. "No, Santa Claus can't bring it to her where she is now. I have to give the doll to my mommy so that she can give it to my sister when she goes there." His eyes were so sad while saying this: "My Sister has gone to be with God. Daddy says that Mommy is going to see God very soon too, so I thought that she could take the doll with her to give it to my sister.'' My heart nearly stopped. The little boy looked up at me and said, "I told daddy to tell mommy not to go yet. I need her to wait until I come back from the mall." Then he showed me a very nice photo of himself. He was laughing. He then told me "I want mommy to take my picture with her so she won't forget me. I love my mommy and I wish she didn't have to leave me, but Daddy says that she has to go to be with my little sister." Then he looked again at the doll with sorrowful eyes, very quietly. I quickly reached for my wallet and said to the boy, "Suppose we check again, just in case you do have enough money for the doll!'' "OK!" he said, "I hope I do have enough," I added some of my money to his without him seeing and we started to count it. There was enough for the doll and even some spare money. The little boy said, "Thank you, God, for giving me enough money!" Then he looked at me and added, "I asked last night before I went to sleep for God to make sure I had enough money to buy this doll so that mommy could give it to my sister. He heard me! I also wanted to have enough money to buy a white rose for my mommy, but I didn't dare to ask God for too much. But He gave me enough to buy the doll and a white rose. My mommy loves white roses." A few minutes later, the old lady returned and I left with my basket. I finished my shopping in a totally different state of mind from when I started. I couldn't get the little boy out of my mind. Then I remembered a local newspaper article two days ago, which mentioned a drunk man in a truck, who hit a car occupied by a young woman and a little girl. The little girl died right away and the mother was left in a critical state. The family had to decide whether to pull the plug on the life-sustaining machine because the young woman would not be able to recover from the coma. Was this the family of the little boy? Two days after this encounter with the little boy I read in the newspaper that the young woman had passed away. I couldn't stop myself as I bought a bunch of white roses and I went to the funeral home where the body of the young woman was for people to see and make last wishes before her burial. She was there, in her coffin, holding a beautiful white rose in her hand with the photo of the little boy and the doll placed over her chest. I left the place, teary-eyed, feeling that my life had been changed forever. The love that the little boy had for his mother and his sister is still, to this day, hard to imagine, and in a fraction of a second, a drunk driver had taken all this away from him.





Now you have 2 choices: (1) Copy & Paste this on your page. (2) Ignore it as if it never touched your heart. (this story made my eyes watter)

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I am a Christian. I forever will be. You can steal form me, call me names, hate me, or even kill me. I will stay a Christian. I just love God! For God so loved the world that He gave his one and only begotten Son that whosever believes in Him shall not perish but have everlasting life. When Jesus died on the cross he was thinking of you!  Whether you believe in God and his son, Jesus, they are always with you!  They both love you so much! They will never leave you, nor forsake you.
  God has no cell phone, but He is my favorite contact... He doesn't have Facebook, but he is my best friend... He doesn't have twitter, but I still follow him... He has no internet, but we stay connected... If God has been amazing in your life, post this on your page.
If you are one of the 7% that will stand up for him put this on your page.
Amazingly, whether you believe it or not, you are never alone.
Did you know 98% of teenagers will not stand up for GOD,
and 93% of people who read this will not put it on their page?
WE CAN CHANGE THAT!

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I hope that you thought my presentation was fun! Have a great day!
Happy Howrseing!!!