Cheryl was an EXTREME horse lover through and through. Probably since before she could even walk, she had a deep respect and love for horses! From barrel racing as a teen to boarding them as an adult, you could find her grooming her horses and hanging out in the barn or organizing her horse tack! Almost every inch of her house was covered in and decorated with something horse related! You could always find old westerns on her tv, chosen over any other program even though she had seen every one, 100 times. The smell of horse manure or cow pastures when driving past a farm was like driving past a field of flowers for her!
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Cheryl would often tell people;
-"When God was handing out senses of direction, I was back in line a 2nd time for sense of humor!".
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Her favorite gift from me was when I was around 11 years old, and I had gotten her fake dog poop! She got my dad, my grandpa, a friend and her husband. She had so much fun but always ended up pleading with the person she was pranking, to not flush it or throw it away! She would be telling them "Stop! That's my poop! Give it back!". The confused looks she would get as she tried to explain as she was wiping away tears from cracking up so hard!
She had misplaced or lost it years ago. When I found an almost identical one and brought it to her in the hospital, she lit up and couldn't wait to try and get the nurses with it.
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She would convince friends that after being stranded at the north town winco, she had ridden home in a shopping cart. She said she had gained enough speed going downhill at the start to coast the rest of the way. She said how scared she was closing her eyes as she sped through intersections.
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