Wherein Chin Meets Poll...

I've had an interesting and long Easter day.

I stumble out of bed at 6am, still suffering from a sinus infection. Its freezing. Get dressed (remembered my bra this time!), make coffee and bring along breakfast.

Walk out to my truck, hands full. Notice there are copious amounts of vomit covering my windshield, driver window, and door. DAFUQ neighbors!?

1. Thats a lot of vomit

2. WHY my truck??

3. HOW? unless you climbed up there mid spew or are 6'6 there is no way...

Pretty annoyed at the shannanigans surrounding my apartment complex.

Nevertheless, I arrived at the barn in a chipper mood. I'm pretty sure Sundays are my favorite because they consist of horsey time till about 2PM. Even though I feed & clean the main barn, I love doing it, since I get to be outside and with the horses! As I said, it was flipping cold this morning, luckily BO left her jacket at the barn.

While the horses were nomming, I cleaned the shit out of the grain area. It needed it bad and I was more than happy to set my OCD cleaning frenzied hands to work.

Isn't it wonderful?! I just love organization, labelization and cleansification. It's pretty much inevitable that a barn will have a remarkable amount of random, usually useless, crap laying around or stuffed into corners and dust covering literally everything. Including teeth. BO was pretty stoked that SOMEONE finally organized it. The labels..OH THE LABELS! Swoon.

Around noon I finished up and headed to scrub my nasty pony and get him ready to ride. Normally I hate riding at noon, but I was already there. Snapped some pretty ridiculous, cliche photos. But dang, he is so cute I couldn't help it.

Oh pony.

I was still high off our stellar dressage practice yesterday, & was pumped to get my jump on. The course we rode last week was still up and I made it about 3'3-3'6 with plenty of high verticals and airy oxers & my all time favorite, the swedish. I also had him decked out in everything he will wear at the show Sunday. I always like practicing on a regular basis in what we will show in, so there is no drastic change.

Mmmm, yeah. Lookin' sexual in that bonnet Yankee.

Our warm-up was brief and we quickly got to work. I started stringing the jumps together one by one, eventually making a course. Everything was going swimmingly until...

...And smack goes the weasel. Apparently upright standing barrels are horse eating monsters and should be avoided at all costs. He slammed on the brakes pretty ridiculously hard at the VERY last second so I was major unprepared and almost died.

OK not really, but I did almost go flying and thanks to my wonderful flailing ability, probably would have broken something. No worries though, I just racked my face/chin in his poll. Literally, I feel like my jawbone might be fractured. Instantly my face was overcome with pain and I was pretty stunned. I just sat there for a minute, blood dripping down my face, wondering WTF just happened.

We were only 5 minutes into our ride though so I sucked it up, layed the barrels down and made it a low vertical which he hopped fine. I moved them back up vertical. Refusal. Refusal. Jump. RETARD! Not to self: vertical barrels require more urging.

Other than that though he was pretty much a boss and after only a few rounds, I let him be done. Plus my head was throbbing.

So its official, I can only eat soft foods for a few days since I can barely open my mouth. It hurts like a bitch but I'm too poor to get X-rays, so I'm thinking I just sprained it. CAN you sprain jaw ligaments? I have no idea.

Went home, exhausted and promptly passed out for 3 hours. Oops. Least I have the excuse of being sick and injured. I'm pretty pissed because I just bought a plethora of healthy noms that require extreme chomping. Steak and chicken. Asparagus and broccoli. Carrots and hummus.

Le sigh.