Ummm...I Feel Famous

So I finally made it onto Eventing Nation....sort of.

This did. Which I made. From a post in Feb of this year.

I mean, I feel REALLY special here.

Its too bad my Eventing badassery never really made it to EN but I will totally count this as a win, reppin' my TB love.

ALSO, this is on their Pinterest.

GAH, fame.

Western Clothes

Waddup blogettes.

I noticed a trend when the weather get cooler.....NO ONE BLOGS. Sup' with dat.

Anyways, yesterday was unseasonablly warm for Missouri...wait, the weather is normally psycho bipolar. Duh.

Anyways. Warm. So I asked H if I could ride Pronto & Emma if she wanted to take Yankee out for a trail ride. I wanted to show her the loop so she could go on her own if she wanted.

We were feeling squirrely and decided to dress Yankee up in western clothes....

HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAA....ahahahaaaa

Oh my fuq.

That is just....I can't even. He pulls off the pink though doesn't he?

They are just adorable. Gah.

Sadly, Mr. Pronto accidentally nailed Yankee good right above the knee less than halfway through our ride. Mr. P and Yankee both share the pussy gene, in that they hate flies and overreact to all bugs. This was Pronto, kicking out at a fly...and nailing poor Yanks.

I was mortified because it started pouring blood immediately....and I thought he gouged an artery. But he didn't.

It didn't even swell, just bled forever and he wasn't lame, but I wanted to play it on the safe side, so we took him home to bed.

I also figured out how to get a bandage to stay on the upper leg. Polo wrap and vet wrap over the top of that. Didnt budge. WIN.

It was fine this morning...just hella deep. Eeek.

He's getting shaved monday! Its supposed to be like 75 all week. GAY. Especially since the nights have already crept below freezing here and now all the ponies will be all kinds of confused.

TTFN.

Say Herro to Emma

This is Emma, Bloggers.

 She is a badass. I shall explain more in a moment.

This was her first time riding Yanks, and he hasn't been in regular work since like...June.



I realize I've been not blogging very much. Its because we live a very unexciting life and I'm sure you've all heard me go round the horn a million times and just don't want to hear it anymore. So while you all are wrapping up your show seasons and having funsies and doing things and being badasses, we've just been over here getting fat.

FAT.

In my desperate search for a leaser to help me pay for Yankee so I won't have to sell him, I found Emma. Not exactly what I was looking for since she can't pay at all....but she is a phenomenal rider. Like seriously. And I'm sure Yankee would like to be ridden, and in my depressive state, I don't want to, so....welcome to the team Emma! :)

She's been riding since forever, is a freshman in college and is basically a beast. I think she rides better than me actually and I'm like....not sure if impressed...or jealous. Hopefully she will be able to keep the beast in some work while I'm over here eating my anxiety and rocking back and forth in fetal position because apparently bachelors degrees in Business don't mean shit anymore.

But I digress.

 I DID ride my horse the other day on a trail pride with Pronto and H. It was actually fun and Yankee was so happy to get out. I swear, our horses are SAINTS. We took them through a new trail/road, and on that road were these absolutely massive backhoes/ construction equipment. They were rumbling around not 20 feet from us, banging and being vicious....I'm pretty sure other horses would have flipped the fuq out, but Pronto and Yankee just glanced at them and kept on trucking. H and I were blown away.

Saintly Beasts.

In other news. Its officially fall and I shall be clipping the Yankee soon. Luckily its been cool enough that I've had a light sheet on him for almost 2 weeks, and I think its stunted his hair growth, for once. Normally he's like a mammoth and its ridiculous.

Pretty black pony beast.

So until then, Bloggers.

Workin' on That Swag

Yesterday was just dreamy.

I took a nap.

It was 72 degrees.

And I rode my horse.

Since he hasn't been in regular work for about 7 weeks, I have to remind myself not to jump into the workouts we used to have. Instead, my friend and I went for hack down the country road.

This road is amazing for hacking! Hilly, fine gravel (great for winter) and shaded. The horses really seem to like it too.

Mostly for this ride I was focused on Yankee keeping relaxed, but still staying engaged through his body. He was absolutely perfect. Long and low the whole time and really working forward through his hind end.

 It was quite a pleasant ride, and I was impressed with the amount energy he seemed to have going AWAY from the barn. I think the weather was getting to the horses :)

Afterwards, with a very loose and forward pony, I took him in the indoor to have a quick canter both directions.

Fantastic impulsion, relaxation, and transitions. Overall a very productive, but short ride.

Hopefully today he maintains the same amount of goodness in our flat school! Sunday, jumping!

Resisitance is Futile

I don't know how hard it is for you all to get out and ride when there is nothing to work towards, like a show...but I have a tough time. My to do list keeps getting longer and longer and instead of facing the mountainous amounts of shit I have to do...I just take a nap. It feels great until I wake up, and then all the things are looming in front of me, menacingly, again.

Job searching is making me almost want to kill myself with frustration...you'd think there would be SOME jobs for a college graduate with a Bachelors degree in something worthwhile, but alas, only minimum wage shit jobs. I'm having lots of fun here.

So back to the horses...

I have issues making myself go out and ride when I know there is nothing really to work towards. I'm one of those people who is motivated by goals, and when I have nothing, it seems pointless (even though I know its not, but my efforts seem futile when I know I can't even afford the schooling shows here in town) to expend energy doing all the things necessary to ride. Since when did it become a laundry list & stop being fun?

Getting dressed, driving, grooming, tacking up, ACTUALLY riding, cooling out, un-tacking, cleaning stall, hosing off, turning out, etc. Thats a solid 2 hours. So much work dude...I'm either depressed or have developed an exceptionally lazy streak. Probably the latter of the two, fueled by the knowledge that I will be forever poor. Or maybe its a combination of both.

I'm seriously pathetic.

I'm also getting increasingly frustrated with the boarding situation. Since this is a public forum, I shall keep my mouth shut, but I really wish I had a barn of my own here in MO. It was so much easier.

There is one positive thing in my life (besides the boy toy, who spoils me), and that is the fact that I might've already found a leaser for Ponyface.

This is her, jumping a warmblood she leased in CA. Shes 28, and has a real job. Sounds legit.

She's coming to see Yanks next week sometime, so I guess that means I need to ride a little.

Thats all for now, blogettes. I leave you with a picture.

Whoah Dudes

Trying to stay positive...but with all of you buying new ponies, having wonderous adventures, competing in the AEC's and all that jazz...I'm having a hard time because that is all I want to do...not be working my ass off at minimum wage jobs, barely paying my bills..lusting after shows I can't attend.

I won't beat around the bush...

Yankee for lease again....tell your friends about my badass!

He's pretty legit.

Also Y U NO READ MY POSTS bloggerz!?  Blogging traffic is dead these days.

Raging

You know what my least favorite part about living in MO is?

Not living back at home with my OWN barn with my OWN rules and no cryptic bitches lurking in the depths of judgement valley.

I've about had it with the melodrama and finger pointing.

Please excuse the expletive filled rant you might be about to read,  but after a recent incident where I arrived in the morning to see my stall got soaked because of an overnight storm and a leaky roof, and words like "ridiculously neglectful and irresponsible" were thrown about, I lost my shit.

I will tell you guys one thing, I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy....oh, sorry, mean girls quote there. But apparently grown ass women are reliving their high school days picking on people who have different values, schedules and income than they do.

I will FULLY admit, I am forgetful and spastic. I don't always rake every bit of hay up off the ground. I might leave a brush on a bench. I forget to bring my saddle pads in after they are drying sometimes. I don't feed super early in the morning. I leave my lunge line on a chair in the arena on occasion. But I make damn sure that my horses' stomach is full, he has clean water, his stall gets cleaned, his feet get done, cuts get ointment, fungus gets treated, coat brushed, kisses planted and he knows he is loved more than anything else in this world.

Yeah, I feed my horse everyday at 9AM, but who gives a flip? Sure, I feed him at 6:30PM every night, but WTF, who cares anyways. Oh, because YOU (or the barn worker) feed your horses at 6-7AM, and 4PM, I am the bad person here? Please excuse me for having a different schedule than you. Oh my god, I ONLY clean his stall once a day?! Jesus Christ, the world just might end. And holy shit, I only buy grain TWO bags at a time? Excuse me for being monetarily challenged and not being able to buy my grain in bulk or pay $400/mo for full care board. And lord almighty, PLEASE forgive me for not having time to ride him everyday...at least he isn't stuck in his stall 24 hours, 7 days a week, 365.

For fucks sake I care more about that horse than I do for myself. He eats before I do. He has been on a regular farrier schedule. He has a nicer winter coat than I do. I have NEVER neglected to do anything for that horse. Ever.

I am just SO TIRED of people judging ME for not being a tightwad, spastic old lady about my horse care regimen. People think horses are so fucking delicate that they have to be babied and never turned out, but guess what crazies, my horse is FINE and he has the same schedule every damn day. In fact, I bet he is happier than any of your horses who are stuck inside all day. And to note, he is shiny, dappled and FAT. Is that a sign of a neglected horse? I don't think so.

Boarding barns are unnecessarily full of drama. WHY do people not realize everyone has their own ways of doing things, and as long as the horses are in good health and happy, there shouldn't be any problems among boarders.

Do you guys feel that sometimes people are just too uptight about things? Am I not uptight enough?

 I mean, I know my horse care rules, and I have yet to have one die on me...or even colic. And I'm pretty sure after 12 years of horse ownership and full responsibility for over 10 horses in my life, I think I know at least a little bit of what I'm doing by now.

But please, to whom it concerns, feel free to continue to judge me for things you don't understand, but this looks like a happy horse to me....