So this past weekend we all went to a trail ride in Moberly, Mo. Mom, Dad, Ben, Charleigh, Me and a lot of our friends. They had an extreme race each night and horse races on Sunday. I will write more about the extreme race when I get those pictures. but for now the horse races..... So we raced one race and then the winners of that race had to race again. So I won my first race against a guy who I saw race last year and his horse was fast. He won the men's division and was back for more, this time however, I won. (see picture below) in Between the first and second race they decided to have a Calcutta where they auctioned each racer off and then the person who bought the winner would win a percentage of the money with a percentage going to Therapeutic Horsemanship and a percentage going to the winning racer. Dad was the auctioneer and I was first to auctioned off. I Yiiiii Yiiiiii. I was the only girl and I was worried I would get the lowest bid. I should have known that with my Dad there that would not happen. Ben whispered in the beginning, asking me if I wanted him to buy me. Ummmm No. I don't need that kind of pressure, thank you anyway honey. So they start the bidding and apparently I was a hot item, (alright my horse is but who's counting). There were three people bidding. My Dad, the lady who owned the place and a horse I was racing against and another man. It gets in the high 200's and it is down to Dad and the lady. $300..... Oh Boy! I am getting more nervous... $310, $320, $330 the lady asks if I am worth it, so I reassure her, she bids and I tell Dad. "QUIT BIDDING I may not win your money back". It goes back and forth, people are laughing and enjoying this auction(not me). I want it to be over, and so it ends with my Poppa bidding $360 and making me the highest racer sold. So I am instantly happy but scared I will lose and let him down and lose his money.
I ride down to the starting line... my heart is pounding. I can feel Scooter's heart race faster the closer we get. He is ready to run, he always is. So the race starts and I am last off the line Ahhhh great! I look over and see that I am behind. I start really trying and I pull ahead, I can sense the other horses close behind me. I feel that at any second their horses are going to catch another gear and fly past me. Don't worry that never happens and I cross the finish line first, and I know it. WHAT A GREAT FEELING! I won dad's money back plus a little more, I won money, a buckle, and other prizes....
All that worring for nothing. I am a worry wart, Ben says it all the time but I can't help it. It takes us like another 400yards or so to get all of our horses stopped and I ride back and see Dad walking toward me with a huge smile on his face. He offers to unsaddle Scooter ( like he said later after Ben points it out) He hasn't unsaddled a horse for me since I was 10. I'll Take it. I am so proud of my horse, he is 17 and can still beat'em, and then turn around and let Charleigh ride around on him. Dad would never made a bad bet, I should have known, he knew the winner before the race started........... 
So in this picture I am just beginning to get ahead. I remember looking over and seeing Brandon ahead of me and thinking that Dad was going to lose his money and I just started riding like crazy and it paid off. Literally
This is me crossing the finish line! The picture right before this I was like a whole horse length ahead but Scooter always wants to jump the finish line so he slows to get his feet right. It is a good thing I was far enough ahead for him to do this and not lose. 
This is the first race I ran I hate to say it but I blew him away. Poor guy, my horse was just too fast.
This picture is funny... they are both trying to get her to pour the water on the other person.
She threw it on her Grandma and then she head butted her. Double Whammy.
Lacy is being dramatic for Charleigh's entertainment. Charleigh loves it. She always laughs at her.
