As someone who likes to juggle a lot of things, I tend to be at my best when I’m multi-tasking like a mofo. It works for me. The busier my brain is, the more I can keep the crazy at bay. When I focus too much on one thing, well… I get a little crazy. At the beginning of last week I had some things in my life that I was really excited about. You’d think by now that I…
Baby brontosaurus is going home. I’ll be happy to share details with interested parties offline, but I won’t be blogging about it. There are no hard feelings, but I’m just sad. He would have been a great horse for me I think. I don’t want to hear that he “wasn’t the right one”, even though I know that comment is well intended. The truth is, he was the right one but when your vet is as blunt as mine was… well…
Even before Britt called out online dating being similar to horse shopping, I’d been tossing around comparisons in my head. See, I had never done either seriously before this year – call me a late bloomer. I’m not sure if either is better or worse overall, but there are certainly some strong paralells one can draw. Before you ask, yes – these are all real screen grabs from Tinder. You’re welcome. Anyone can look nice in pictures, but you really…
I have had more than one person come to me and say something along the lines of, “I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT THIS HORSE IT’S KILLING ME!” Whoops – sorry folks. On the blog, my lack of information is purposeful. I haven’t made a decision on horse yet and won’t for a while, so I have to make sure I don’t make him identifiable. It’d be a really shitty move to ruin someone’s future sale if I send him back….
One of my favorite articles of equestrian clothing is a good boot sock. I blame the NCSU Equestrian team for this. When I went to my first IHSA show in the first pair of legit leather field boots I ever owned, my calves were aching underneath from the thick ski socks I was wearing underneath. As I walked around before and after my class, I noticed most other girls were wearing really colorful socks with Sperrys. My teammate Rebecca had…
One’s sense of home is a funny thing. I’ve written about it a lot on the blog in the past year, whether it was trying to figure out where to live or buying a new house. Though the front of my house still looks like a construction zone, I’m not struggling with “home” as much these days. Partially I wonder if my assimilation into Texan is complete, although I’m sure my native Texan friends would disagree with me. The droning rain…
How do you know what you can handle when it comes to horses? I’ve realized recently that I need to break-up with an idea in my head. This is going to sound silly, but for a while I’ve thought Simon was a sort of difficult horse to ride. He’s a little hot and sensitive, and requires a lot of feel and delicacy to bring out his best. That’s a true statement, but hard? No. The horse is point and shoot….
It’s been a weird week over in Tex-ass. We’re getting slammed with rain again. Normally I’m not really anti-rain, but I have a pretty vested interest in riding right now and with no indoor the week forecast doesn’t look hopeful. Plus, when I woke up this morning my house seems to have succumbed to strange plumbing issues again. My shower went from 100% fine to gurgling and not draining within a 24 hour period. I won’t go into details since…