Mother of God

I just realized....with Jackie gone now...who is to take all the pictures of our badassery??

A) The boyfriend would not be thrilled, methinks
B) my camera committed suicide.

Also. I'm pretty certain that old saying "money doesn't buy happiness" is absolutely false.

I FINALLY got a REAL life, big girl job and felt the most giant weight lifted off my shoulders...and I've been on a rockin' mood even if when the two horses I was handling got in a tussle and my smartphones screen shattered.

Don't care ...yet lol

Poor Fat Thoroughbred

 I have two posts to write in addition to this one, but whenever I get pictures, I can't not post them right away. I'm a picture whore, along with pillow and tack.

Anyways.

I am unable to ride till next week, for disclosed personal reasons, but I needed Yankee worked for the girl who is (supposedly) coming to try him out on Saturday.

OH HERRO Jackie. The badass of all badasses that saves mine on a weekly basis. I believe she rode him 4 times this week? Either way, got his fat (WHAT?! never thought I'd ever say that) Thoroughbred ass back into shape worked a little. Poor chap was slightly confused that his 5 week, daily-lazy-routine got disrupted by tiny blonde person, but he got over it...

 

 

 

..plenty of carrots helped him cope.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I only watched for two days because on top of the non-riding reason, I also have a wicked summer cold. FML right? Yesterday she did a little dressage, but we wanted to keep it short since it was still 102 at 8PM. 

Let me reiterate how much I hate the Midwest, here. IT F**KING BLOWS AND SUMMER CAN DIE.

I'm about to lose it with the picture situation so they will be out of order. Some even deleted themselves like little bitches, so who knows where the flip they went. Lots more on my facebook.

Yankee was pretty perfect. I was relieved because he was seriously awful for me last Friday. He maliciously tried to buck me off and almost succeeded because I was caught very unaware. Dirty tricks...very dirty.

 

He's so perfect!

Like, I am seriously IN LOVE with this canter.

And look at this sexual trot. Gawd, He's a beast,

Even his free walk was fantastic. I'm pretty sure we kept it under 20 minutes, but he deserved the short work. Not only was it hotter than shit outside, but he was perfect. Absolutely. PRAISE JACKIE for her magic riding skillz. 

 

He says, " I am perfect, and cute, and here is my cookieface. Now give me cookies!"

Today I dragged myself out of bed, coughing up a storm and was pleasantly surprised by the "nice" weather outside. It was only like 85 degrees and had just rained sprinkled! LAWDY. I thought I died and went to heaven.

Yankee was a grumpy bitch since it was only 11:30 and had recently risen from his first beauty sleep of the day. I told him to get over it. He told me to shove it.

What he didn't know was that Jackie and I had set up a fun little course to stretch his leggies over after a solid 5 week hiatus (minus the 3 times e's been schooled over baby fences in the past week and a half).

We were both happy to see that he settled nicely into the bridle (even without a bit...swoon) and worked forward from the get-go, despite his lack of energy earlier.

He was basically a boss. No surprise there.

Attacking the corner

Lawl, deer hopping the oxer the first time.

There we go. :D

Getting slightly confused about distances. Too much excitement apparently.

Scary vertical.

What a fatass. The horse, not Jackie. Geez.

His Snooki glasses. Make shim look distinuished.

 That is all for now. I prefer to let the pictures speak for themselves, since I hate reading long paragraphs myself.

Later this week posts about feelings. OOOOOOO.

Jackie got a horse!

 

I was going to see if Jackie was going to blog about her new bundle of joy...but she didn't. 

SO, I will introduce the bloggin' world the beautiful grey mare that Jackie can now call her own, Isis! (to be renamed eventually)...aint' she a purty thang!?

OH and not only is she totally gorgeous but she a BAMF over fences...

 SWOON. She needs to jump that mare higher ;)

Love her trot! I', pretty upset I have yet to see miss mare, but she lives in KC, Missouri and Jackie will be moving there in a week-ish, so she won't be coming up to CoMo. ROAD TRIP to see new ponyface!

So of course this means Yankee is now again up for lease, and I have a girl from Ohio (the motherland) who is coming to try him on the 28th. I'm scurrying to get him relatively back in shape before then but 100+ temps are yet again making it difficult to ride without dying. Pretty positive I almost stroked out yesterday.

More on my feelings about Yankee potentially moving back to Ohio and me being horse-less...but for now I have to go to my J-O-B.

Holy Shit

...I'm back in the saddle after 5 weeks off.

I feel like a broken record on here...but I was going through the roughest patch of my 21 young years and got super depressed for like...a month and basically had no energy to do anything. It was rough and I'm not going to bore you with the details.

Growin' up is hard to do.

However I fixed a lot of the issues that were bringing me down-I now have 2 full time jobs, I'm not 100% broke anymore, its no longer [as] incinerating outside, I'm done with college (for now) and met a great guy :)

So I rode my ponyface for the first time in what seemed like forever and he was wonderful. Poor chap must've thought I'd died or something.

Here's to riding, blogging, and being happy again :D

WHAT THE WHAT?!?

Soooo...where did my post about Queeny go??

...With all those pics??

...And that write up??

Why is it gone?

Have any of you had issues with posts dissapearing? This is the second time it deleted itself, but it was for good this time.

What the....

Horse Show Hangover

(first off, seriously dissapointed in lack of readership and blogging lately by ya'll)

....I never really recovered from it fully and it has been almost a week since I literally did anything with my horse besides feed him. Normal hangover last about 4 days but I came down with what I'm pretty sure is the worst bout of strep throat in the history of human existence and I've been down for the count.

I literally thought I was dying last night. In my misery, since no amount of pain meds seems to cure the cold chills, body aches and throat pain, I've been sleepily plotting non riding blog posts.

And didn't post 'a one of 'em.

So many good ideas I will save for a later day. Today however, I will unleash the full brutality of my illness fueled aggression and irritation at 2 things..
1) Horse show reviews done by rider
2) Horse sales ads

First topic began with  an unfair disadvantage to the arguement because I already pretty much dislike with every fiber of my being the person of my initial thought lightbulb. Mostly though, its due to an increasing frustration with  horse people, and people in general these days (see my most recent WTFriday post below).

We are all guilty of this atrocity. Even myself. I have yet to find someone who is not.

I wish, with all my heart, that after a horse show instead of writing a bajillion word blogpost, facebook status, or text (going some thing like this...

Well, Superman was basically a superstar today putting up with me and my shitty riding. We WOULD have been in first place if we didn't buck at the canter transition, bolt at E, trip during our second circle, knock three rails in stadium or basically have any control or poise whatsoever. But I love him so much, he was a star! I'm just the idiot who screwed up our chances!)

YEAH ....OK.

Why can't people just grow some testicles and be like,

"Well, that really fucking sucked hard. We had no talent whatsoever today and we totally deserved that last place. Better luck next time."

..instead of trying to make yourself look good after a complete failure? Face it...you blew it. Cracks me up sometimes that people can't own up to things like this anymore...we just HAVE to make ourselves look good for everyone ALL the time!

GUILTY!

Secondly.

Horse ads.

I wish people would stop being so generic...

"Butters is a 7 year old Training level event horse. She's totally sweet, forgiving, well mannered horse. She loads, ties, clips etc. She is handy and flashy.Always in the ribbons. $20, 000 OBO."

Perfect prancing pony

YAWN. I totally got bored reading that and I literally learned pretty much nothing except she looks like every other horse on the internet.

You could just say,

"My horse is a motherfucking badass."

And I'm like, YES. Want.

**I realize this is not practical, but seriously all those ads are generic. If someone said something like that I'd be ligitimately intrigued and not about to fall asleep

The things I  think if in sickly stupor.

What the Friday?!

Fuglyblog.

Oh lawdy.

It sure has gone dowhill lately, with postings and reader commentary. People sure are hateful, judgemental, all knowing little buggers aren't they?

I'm not the only one that thinks this either, apparent from the barrage of negative comments towards the new author and her postings. Something about a "whiny teenager rant on the internet"?

I miss Cathy and want her back.