The car is still missing. Last night I was laying in bed trying to think of all the stuff that is in it. At about 2am I woke up realizing that the tools that came with my saddle (to adjust it) are in the car. I don't know what I'm going to do if my car doesn't turn up. Ugh. It tried finding online where to contact Toulouse to try to order another set. I have decided to sell my saddle. I really like it, but A. I have no place to keep it in my house, and B. the room it is in now is about to become a baby room. I'm not too devastated I decided I'm biting the bullet in the future and just buying the saddle that I want. It will probably be a few years anyway. Plus, Vera has a saddle now so I could ride her in that when I get back to riding.
Anyone know where I could order more tools? Ugh! Also, if you see an old crappy Subaru driving around let me know. :0( I figured if I start car shopping it will turn up.
Yesterday was the 2 year anniversary of Denali and mine little "accident." I think Pia's mom is happy that I didn't stain her trailer too bad. Opps. That's the first thing I thought of when my car went missing...November hates me.
Wednesday, November 14, 2012
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Carter
I guess this post is horse related....
I woke up this morning to go to work and walked out my door. Sort of hard to get to work when your CAR WAS STOLEN!! To say that I'm pissed would be an understatement. Totally pissed. I LOVED my car. It was old, it was beat up, but it was mine. In addition to stealing my car, all of my tack (ALL) was in the trunk. Luckily my saddle and boots were in my house, but still... We live in a little house and since I don't have a barn to keep my stuff, there it sat.
And I was pissed when it was broken into. Grrr... I'm so upset about my stupid car. The cop was really nice when I filled out the police report (while bawling.) He said that cars are usually broken into, and found within a week. We'll see if it shows up! I hope so. I can only imagine what they did to it/in it/with it.
Poor Carter (my car).....
Pregnancy Hormones + Subaru commercial (the one with the chocolate lab) = sobbing mess.
I woke up this morning to go to work and walked out my door. Sort of hard to get to work when your CAR WAS STOLEN!! To say that I'm pissed would be an understatement. Totally pissed. I LOVED my car. It was old, it was beat up, but it was mine. In addition to stealing my car, all of my tack (ALL) was in the trunk. Luckily my saddle and boots were in my house, but still... We live in a little house and since I don't have a barn to keep my stuff, there it sat.
And I was pissed when it was broken into. Grrr... I'm so upset about my stupid car. The cop was really nice when I filled out the police report (while bawling.) He said that cars are usually broken into, and found within a week. We'll see if it shows up! I hope so. I can only imagine what they did to it/in it/with it.
Poor Carter (my car).....
Pregnancy Hormones + Subaru commercial (the one with the chocolate lab) = sobbing mess.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Guest Post?
Anyone interested in doing a guest post? e-mail me! Might as well post something here, my real life is full of little kids, lots of work and no horses (boo.) I was DYING to go riding today, but figured I shouldn't since I haven't ridden in 2 months and should just wait...Should.
Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Montana
Obviously since I'm knocked up, stopped riding, and sold Denali this blog sort of sits stagnant Every once in a while I go to write something and thing, "Eh, this has nothing to do with horses." I don't want to bore you too much.
Every few months I start to worry about Denali. With this new financial responsibility coming up, part of me really wanted to make sure all was well, and that she was still happy. If not, I needed to adjust the budget and bring the girl home.
I called last week, left a message, and never heard back. My brain developed some really impressive scenarios to freak me out. I stewed about it for a week, and decided to call back. Her owner explained that his youngest son still wasn't sure how to communicate messages to him, and apparently writing in tiny print on the notepad that I called was good enough. He was very apologetic.
All's well in Montana. He really likes her, says she's a sweet girl (I double checked he had the right horse) and she is a pleasure. She is growing her winter coat in, and he will blanket her if she needs it (she doesn't really like blankets. Wild Pony Beasts don't wear blankets.) He said she's been doing great, put on some weight since we saw her, and he was very appreciative that we trust him with her.
Again, I love this man! I don't know how Denali lucked out so much, and if I wouldn't have seen it with my two eyes I wouldn't believe it myself. We chatted for a while, and he invited us back for a longer period of time. I told him we'd have a screaming child with us next time.
That's all the news I have. I'm putting my new awesome saddle on consignment. I just don't want to have something happen to it, and it fit me "okay" but not amazing. I hope to make close to what I paid for it. It really is an awesome saddle. My office/saddle/horse stuff storage area needs to become the baby room.
Baby....you'd think at this point I'd get use to the idea. It still freaks me out. Hope all is well with you!!
Every few months I start to worry about Denali. With this new financial responsibility coming up, part of me really wanted to make sure all was well, and that she was still happy. If not, I needed to adjust the budget and bring the girl home.
I called last week, left a message, and never heard back. My brain developed some really impressive scenarios to freak me out. I stewed about it for a week, and decided to call back. Her owner explained that his youngest son still wasn't sure how to communicate messages to him, and apparently writing in tiny print on the notepad that I called was good enough. He was very apologetic.
All's well in Montana. He really likes her, says she's a sweet girl (I double checked he had the right horse) and she is a pleasure. She is growing her winter coat in, and he will blanket her if she needs it (she doesn't really like blankets. Wild Pony Beasts don't wear blankets.) He said she's been doing great, put on some weight since we saw her, and he was very appreciative that we trust him with her.
Again, I love this man! I don't know how Denali lucked out so much, and if I wouldn't have seen it with my two eyes I wouldn't believe it myself. We chatted for a while, and he invited us back for a longer period of time. I told him we'd have a screaming child with us next time.
That's all the news I have. I'm putting my new awesome saddle on consignment. I just don't want to have something happen to it, and it fit me "okay" but not amazing. I hope to make close to what I paid for it. It really is an awesome saddle. My office/saddle/horse stuff storage area needs to become the baby room.
Baby....you'd think at this point I'd get use to the idea. It still freaks me out. Hope all is well with you!!
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Vera Sold
My trainer came into Seattle last night and we went out to dinner with our husbands. A really fun night overall! It was nice to catch up with her on a friend level instead of the normal trainer/student level. On our way to the restaurant she told me that Vera sold. I got sad for a second, and she go a smile on her face. My trainer now owns Vera! I am pretty fricking happy right now.
Saturday, October 13, 2012
Rest in Peace Enzo
If you have a minute, go give your sympathy's to Janine. Her beloved, love of her life, Enzo died suddenly on Wednesday of an aortic rupture. He was only 3 years old. Enzo was a beautiful Friesian, and I've enjoyed reading about their journeys.
Go hug your horse.
Janine, there are no words. I'm so sorry.
Go hug your horse.
Janine, there are no words. I'm so sorry.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Baby Human
This is the total opposite of pony related, but oh well...Yep, I'm pregnant. If you know me in real life, you know that I've been saying for the past 10 years that I wasn't having kids. That 10 years also corresponds with the number of years I've taught, but still.
Let me first start with a public apology to my husband because I've become a crying mess, especially at night. If I'm not crying I'm puking. Super, SUPER fun.
Things have a way of working out. Sometimes not fast enough since I bought my saddle the day before I found out that that I was pregnant. Fail. The funny story about being pregnant is that everyone knew it before I did. My trainer is also pregnant. She is due in February, and I only found out about her in July. For a few weeks at the end of July I just didn't feel right.Not horrible, but weird. I told her it was the heat, and she'd tell me that I was pregnant.
Another week or so later I decided to take a pregnancy test. Let's just say there are directions for a reason. I took the test, saw one line, and threw it in the garbage and that was it. About 12 hours later, after going to the bar with a friend (only 1 beer), I came home. I looked in the trash as I was brushing my teeth to be reminded that I had taken the test. I took it out to look at it and there were two lines. I brushed it off as a mistake, because it had sat so long another line showed up. I wasn't pregnant.
The next day my trainer asked me if I took a test, and I proudly said, "Yes! Not pregnant." Well, then I mentioned the "extra" line on the bad test and was informed there were no false positives. So, 7 more pregnancy tests later I finally gave in and believed I was pregnant.
Poor kid, I already am talking ponies. Every baby needs a pony right? I've stopped riding now. I know lots of people ride right up to 7 or 8 months, but since I couldn't get out daily anymore, it started to hurt that once a week that I was able to ride. My hips hated me and my stomach muscles were horribly pulling. No fun. I'm sad about it, but am pretty shocked at how much time I have on my hands. Like HOURS!! I started working out again (since I "hope" I'm done puking.) I don't want to turn into the size of a house.
Hope all is well in your worlds.
Let me first start with a public apology to my husband because I've become a crying mess, especially at night. If I'm not crying I'm puking. Super, SUPER fun.
Things have a way of working out. Sometimes not fast enough since I bought my saddle the day before I found out that that I was pregnant. Fail. The funny story about being pregnant is that everyone knew it before I did. My trainer is also pregnant. She is due in February, and I only found out about her in July. For a few weeks at the end of July I just didn't feel right.Not horrible, but weird. I told her it was the heat, and she'd tell me that I was pregnant.
Another week or so later I decided to take a pregnancy test. Let's just say there are directions for a reason. I took the test, saw one line, and threw it in the garbage and that was it. About 12 hours later, after going to the bar with a friend (only 1 beer), I came home. I looked in the trash as I was brushing my teeth to be reminded that I had taken the test. I took it out to look at it and there were two lines. I brushed it off as a mistake, because it had sat so long another line showed up. I wasn't pregnant.
The next day my trainer asked me if I took a test, and I proudly said, "Yes! Not pregnant." Well, then I mentioned the "extra" line on the bad test and was informed there were no false positives. So, 7 more pregnancy tests later I finally gave in and believed I was pregnant.
Poor kid, I already am talking ponies. Every baby needs a pony right? I've stopped riding now. I know lots of people ride right up to 7 or 8 months, but since I couldn't get out daily anymore, it started to hurt that once a week that I was able to ride. My hips hated me and my stomach muscles were horribly pulling. No fun. I'm sad about it, but am pretty shocked at how much time I have on my hands. Like HOURS!! I started working out again (since I "hope" I'm done puking.) I don't want to turn into the size of a house.
Hope all is well in your worlds.
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