I’ve been fairly mum on Roman for a variety of reasons. When I feel less than stellar mentally, the act of sitting down to write about ponies seems insignificant in the grand scheme of things and I don’t bother. Additionally, even though my trainer doesn’t believe me I’m planning on Roman being a longer term resale project. That doesn’t mean he won’t make blog appearances, but it does mean that I won’t be publishing every single little detail on the…
The road that brought me to where I am right now with my two beloved Thoroughbreds has been an interesting one. If you told me when I moved to Texas six years ago that I’d eventually own two hunter/jumper Thoroughbreds at a show barn, I would have laughed in your face. Though my background has always been in (struggle bus) hunter/jumper, I wanted to do AQHA when I first moved here. I figured that Texas was a Quarter Horse state if…
I might be getting a little blogging mojo back. Let’s hope this is the case, because like most things… blogging is connected to my overall mojo and happiness. I was talking to a friend at dinner last night when she said she thought that Texas gave people reverse seasonal affliction disorder. It’s so hot in the summer that we get depressed. Whether it’s weather related or a cluster of things, I’ve been operating lower than I hope to be for the…
I’ve gotten a lot of items to review through the duration of this blog, but rarely is something immediately tossed into my daily barn routine. Grooming Hands, a curry comb like set of gloves, is one of those products. Since I first slipped them on, they immediately earned their place in my tack trunk as my go to curry brush. One thing I like about these gloves as opposed to other grooming type gloves that I’ve seen, is that they’re…
Every time I think of Garth Brooks, I think of Greece. I suspect this is not the statement of your average country music fan, so let me explain. Like many people in the south, I grew up on country music. Reba, George, Martina, the Dixie Chicks, countless others and of course – Garth Brooks made up the soundtrack to our family road trips and daily commute. Adding a country music CD to the family’s collection was never a hard sell,…
I learned to ride in a backyard farm where I was the only student and only boarder. While this didn’t set me up for dazzling performances in the show ring, I learned how to stay on a horse and more importantly – I learned how to care for them. Fox hunting was my trainer’s passion, and after I bought my first suitable hunt horse – Elvis, fox hunting was all I cared about as well. Each hunt runs slightly differently,…
Riding, at any level, is often a more mental game than physical. That’s true for me, although lord knows I have plenty of physical limitations and struggles (will I ever learn to sit up? chances are low). Mental toughness has been in the forefront of my riding in the past several years. I knew that I couldn’t be wimpy, and had to learn to believe in myself and my nerd horse to do things like tackle the jumper ring and move…
I’ve been lucky enough to have nerd horse as my best buddy for four years now. Facebook reminded me that June 28th, 2012 was the day it became official. Facebook also reminded me why he got the name nerd horse… I mean, is this a nerdy creature or what? Usually for Simon’s milestones I compile transformation pictures for a blog post, but I don’t have it in me this year to do that. Partially it’s because I believe he’s close…