The Husband Hears

January 21, 2014

The other day I saw this comic and texted it my husband. It perfectly describes what I hear when anyone talks sports.

He later joked that it is similar to what he hears when I talk horses.

Frequently he said he hears, “Simon horsed it up today, he was such a horse. Poe was a total horse today when he was horsing. They are such horses”.

He also hears, “I am going horsing with my horse friends, I’ll see you horse later.” And, “Rah rah rah, 3 1/2 fingers tall, rah rah, color, rah rah, so fast, rah rah, I love horses.”

He still nods his head and mumbles “uh hu.” And “sounds like fun.” When I talk horses. Which is pretty much what I say when I hear, “sports, sports, run, points, sports.”

Helmet Ear Covers.

January 7, 2014

Yesterday Poe and I got in a nice 30 minute hack before dark. It was 16 degrees with the wind chill.

When it comes to riding in the cold, or really, doing anything in the cold, it’s all about how you dress. I put on winter Kerrits. They are fleece lined and have a cargo pocket. I LOVE these pants. I put on an Under Armour cold gear mock turtle neck top with a long sleeved t-shirt and a hoodie. Then I pulled my nice warm coveralls over top. I added my Muck Boots and a hat and gloves for good measure.

One thing was missing, my ear warmers. They are black double thick fleece triangles that Velcro to the harness of a riding helmet and cover the ears. I have no idea where I put them.

Later I was sitting at home and I thought I might try making some new ones. But, I was snuggled up with my dog so it had to wait.



Happy Holidays 2013

December 25, 2013

Happy holidays to everyone!

Simon and I went for a hack with the dogs today and it was grand.


My New Riding Helmet

December 16, 2013

This evening I arrived home just past dark, and sitting on my porch was a box from Adams, with my new riding helmet in it.
*lame post alert*
I put it in, adjusted the chin strap, and sat around on the couch “breaking it in” for a while.

Daisy joined me for a photo op.


Falling From the Ground

December 15, 2013

Last Saturday I had a fall. Ridiculously, I had not mounted up yet. I am smooth like that sometimes.

Here is what happened.

I was feeding and I noticed that Simon’s long luxurious forelock was all matted up with burrs. I picked them out and then I sprayed showsheen in to help get the little bits out. Simon does not care to have his face sprayed. So he pulled back, and I grabbed the front if his blanket with my right hand.

The silly pony started to trot away, me still holding with my right hand crossed over my body, and running sideways. I thought to myself, “yep, I am going to fall”. So I let go before Simon got going any faster.

Proudly, I remembered, and used my Pony Club “how to fall” training. I hit hard, but I rolled into it, and avoided hitting my head on the ground or a hoof! Go me!

I did rip a hole in my favorite winter breeches, and two holes in my knee with a little gravel ground in for good measure. And three days later I woke up to a massive, tea-plate, sized bruise on my leg. Battle wounds.

For his part, Simon trotted back and let me finish brushing his showsheen soaked forelock.

I was proudly telling my friend Lindsey how that old Pony Club, “how to fall” training came in handy, to which she promptly retorted, “but that Pony Club 101, “put a halter on your pony to groom him” training went right out the window.”

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