Proof
Here’s proof that I actually really did ride Alphie the Horse From Hell while in Scotland. Notice how he looks like he’s about to go somewhere? Well, he did. He trotted directly into the barn for hay. Without my consent. And that was only the minor infraction. The rest of the time he tried to pick fights with any horse who dared to attempt to come around him.
He was still pretty though. 
Also, I looked all over Scotland for a fetching hat because I really want to be the kind of person who can wear one and look cute.Â
Alas, this is as close as I got. 
August 14th, 2007 at 5:48 am
Princess, the disgusting fact is you can wear anything and look cute! And I’m amazed — it must have been the singular odd moment upon the horse’s back when you weren’t screaming and swearing.
August 14th, 2007 at 6:01 am
Yeah to have ridden a crazy horse and still look that good and smilin’ even
Have a great day ladies!
August 14th, 2007 at 8:14 am
At least you have evidence of the one perfect, glorious moment with Alphie before it all went to hell. And you can say you did it, right? Cross the life experience off your list and move onto the next thing.
Myself, I did ok, but if I ever get transported back in time where I have to ride across the countryside for days without the benefit of icy/hot - I’m screwed.
August 14th, 2007 at 8:29 am
Yeah, my rear did pay the price.
You did beautifully, Rhonda! It wasn’t your fault Alphie had personality problems.
August 14th, 2007 at 8:29 am
At least you are willing to get on a horse and look good to boot. Not me, sister. Just looking at a horse is as close as I wish to be to one. Have a terrific Tuesday.
August 14th, 2007 at 8:40 am
You look fabulous, Rhonda! You have the entire horseback riding ensamble down. And the sunglasses are a total
August 14th, 2007 at 9:34 am
Terrific photo! (Bet it brings back great memories, right?
And Rhonda, you do look marvelous in the whole get-up! Now me, I’ve never been that near a horse… 
August 14th, 2007 at 10:19 am
Y’all, Rhonda had only been on the horse for mere moments when I snapped this photo. The cursing hadn’t yet begun.
And she did try on a multitude of hats…I guess I shouldn’t have told her that the one she loved was rather “street urchin.” She looked cute–just kinda like a clean urchin from Dickens…
August 14th, 2007 at 12:59 pm
Jen, the moment definitely didn’t last.
Sarah, I had just gotten on so at that point I hadn’t “ridden” it anywhere. I was smiling at the end, but only because I’d climbed off the beast.
Andrea, you did beautifully! But you’re exactly right on the icy hot. My rear ached for DAYS after that. How did people in the olden days do it?
Thanks, Kira! You were the pro, though.
Thanks, Kathy! I don’t go anywhere without my shades.
Fedora, I don’t plan to ever be that near a horse again.
Kimberly, bless her heart, preserved the single happy memory on her camera, thank goodness. As for the hat, urchin wasn’t the look I was going for. I wouldn’t have wanted to paid forty pounds for “urchin.”