Waiting…

   Blonder Reflection, aka Fargo, huge with baby at day 318 of pregnancy.

 All these months that I have been telling you that Fargo’s baby is due in June, I have been delusional.  She was bred on June 15th.  Being the slightly obsessive person I am, I went through my whole calendar and steadfastly recorded the days, weeks and months of the pregnancy.

At any moment from conception through the fall, winter and spring I could accurately tell exactly how far along my new baby was.  Somehow, I just got it in my head to keep numbering on to her June 15 conception day, only a year later ( bet this gives you all a lot of confidence around my accounting abilities).

It was only recently as Fargo has gotten more enormous seemly every day that I had that OMG moment when it occurred to me that horses only (only!!-ha ha)  carry 11 months.  This baby should arrive right around day 340.  Oh, and by the way- today is day 318!!

The father of this baby is Flagmount’s Freedom.  If you check both USEF and USEA, you will find a whole bunch of these Texas bred babies coming up in the ranks.  Winning in the dressage, eventing, show jumping and hunter rings.

My mare, Blonder Reflection by Blonder Hans by the top Kinsky stallion Atom has impressive dressage and Grand Prix background herself.

   
Blonder Hans (Fargo’s daddy) 

 These two are Fargo’s grandsire, Atom

 
She is a granddaughter of the top jumper Rainbow, both maternal and fraternal sides showing great promise in this mix with Irish Flagmount.

  
 Rainbow, a top Oldenburg stallion is Fargo’s other grandsire.

So everything is here to make this a super special baby. But a lot of people have thought that at this point before the baby hits the ground. Time will tell. 

We are busy suddenly with a deadline looming, to get her mare and nursery quarters organized.  We had a name all ready but just saw one of the Flag colts born a few weeks ago has claimed it.  Our Flag and Blonder Reflection baby was going to be Flagmount’s Reflection.  Perfect, right?  But now we must start thinking again.

  The barn name for this baby will be for one of my recently departed friends.  I have a barn full of horses named for my dead relatives. I would love to use something from my father for this baby but just don’t think Flagmount’s Fred is going to do it for me. 

Think of names, say a prayer for a healthy baby and I will let you know what happens next.  And I swear I have the dates right now!

 

Home

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The team at Dianne’s circa 2005-2006? Who do you recognize?

Everyone talks about not being able to go home again. That returning home never meets expectations or gives us the closure we need.

I discovered, quite by chance, that sometimes our home not a place we lived, not necessarily a time and place but it is that  feeling of belonging, of peace and of family.  So what am I rattling on about this time?  Well, I took a visit “home” and was stunned by the depth of emotion I felt.

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A couple of Sundays ago, we had agreed to take some of boarders and their horses to a little local show at the barn where Lauren really began riding.

In the days before Lauren trained with men with one syllable names, Dianne and her farm were where Lauren first headed once we arrived in Texas for riding lessons. Lauren had gotten Mickey in 2003 and it wasn’t long before we looked for a place for them to learn and show.

We spent several years there as Lauren made her way up from walk-trot through the Junior-Adult division. Lauren along with girls who are still her friends, including Caitlyn, Libby, Alex and Arianna, all rode here first.

We boarded horses there, Snowboy and Mickey. We also kept my horse Kid and big Cupid there. My mare Mariah, now owned by Caroline, started out with us there.
Lauren had her very first job while in junior high at this farm. On cold, dark winter nights and stifling hot summer days, Lauren helped other riders tack up. She was responsible for feeding and watering over 60 horses that resided there. It give some insight into the glamorous (not) horse industry.
Lessons were a big deal, both from the social aspect of what you were wearing versus your friends to the status of which lesson group were you in (i.e. how high did you get to jump). From my standpoint, firm, long standing friendships were built while watching hours of lessons go by.

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In the pattern not unlike that of a panic attack, I cannot tell you what hit me first as I returned to Dianne’s farm. My feelings built slowly as I took in so much that was seemingly the same as the day I had left. Then the feelings multiplied rapidly as I saw, hugged and recognized my dear friends.

What took me tottering over the edge of emotional restraint and left me bordering on tears was walking into the farmhouse to discover pictures of Lauren and her friends, while faded and a little tattered, still adorning the walls. I held back emotional tears as I led our new riders around to see young Lauren and Caitlyn, mini Libby, Alex so tiny, and  fragile looking Arianna- yet so mighty.

As I walked around the farm, revisiting my old horse Mac, still so well cared for and looking great in his late 20’s, tears caught in my throat several times.  Memories danced behind my eyes, seeing little Lauren grooming Mickey, tied to the big trees, Desi-her first ride on Mac, Alex so focused-on Buzzy, winning her class.  Then the next time Arianna taking the win on Crunchy. And remembering specifically the day Snowboy came back to the farm from his time at the SPCA.

Caitlyn took a Morgan to Pin Oak the first time.  Seriously.  What were we thinking? -But she did well and it was the first Pin Oak of so many to come.

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When the girls from our Six Meadow Farm entered the ring, it was a real time of throwback memories.  The hunter course of outside, inside, outside, inside was just the same.  When my girls (and my boy Snow) all came back with Champion or Reserve ribbons it was super sweet!

I did not even know I missed the farm.  My life is full.  But it is Dianne that started it all for so many of us.  I felt almost physically assaulted and totally exhausted as I left the farm that day.  Emotionally drained is an apt expression.

Thank you Dianne for the days we spent in your tutelage, kindness and friendship.  I will be richer all my life for my days spent with you!

Shout out to my old friends with whom I have recently reunited…it was so wonderful to see you all again—Dianne, Carol, Kim, Deanna, Rachel, Danny, Rebecca, Chelsie and Diane.

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Thank you for riding along.  You are my family.

 

Easter Baby!

mom and baThe last time we talked, I told you all that I hoped there would be a new baby foal for us and that you all would have a happy Easter.  Well, I don’t know about you but that wish definitely worked for us!

Of course, I slept through Lynn’s call as I had not moved my phone off silent yet as Lynn was convinced that she had a few more days until TeeDee would have her first baby.  Lynn had a busy veterinarian day and was fighting insomnia as she dimly watched tv. She heard a yell that could only come from a delivering momma and raced out to find not only had TeeDee delivered but the that the baby had never even hit the ground.  Apparently she landed on her feet and took off from there.  There was not a  speck of dirt on the baby as Lynn inspected her.

Instead, the foal was already trotting and cantering around the pasture.  TeeDee was experiencing that “I am a brand new mom and have no idea what to do” panic.  Momma was racing around whinnying and trying to absorb that this little (okay-not that little) object had just emerged from her uterus.

By the time Lauren and I got about six hours later, things had calmed down.  Baby was napping and momma was on the watch for those nasty gelding interlopers that kept looking at her baby over the fence. She was typically protective for a first time mom but not overly mean.  Lauren and I helped Lynn get the first baby exam done.  Names were flying around on Facebook commemorating the Easter nature of her birth.  I did not expect Lynn to go with a “Bunny”, “Lily” or “Hoppy”.

Lauren did her first baby holding as Lynn took vitals, ran the IgG, weighed and measured the leggy, big shouldered filly.  I entertained TeeDee while the baby got some more time being imprinted by Lynn.

The foal was a shade over 9 hands and about 105 pounds.  She is solid brown with no white on her, an exact duplicate of her momma.  Flagmount’s grey may well be hidden under the brown coat although I don’t see the tell-tale grey around her eyes.  She was quite the little charmer, yawning, smiling and primping for the camera.  She has an interesting swirl on her forehead that one of my friends described as looking like a Cinnabon.  I remember reading about one Grand Prix rider that only buys horses for the Grand Prix that have at least two swirls on their forehead.  This little should be super jumper with her giant swirl.

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Look at that swirl and those shoulders!

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I swear she was smiling at us!

My Easter day was untraditional as I played with the baby and did chores at home.  I ran over to Ally’s long enough to drop off some Easter baskets and pick up a “to-go” Easter dinner.

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Tuesday was get the new dog from the airport day.  I headed to Bush Intercontinental Airport to pick up a dog from Kentucky.  Lady, a seven year old, AKC Grand Champion was coming to live out her years with my family.  It is unclear at this point if she will stay with Lauren and I or head to Denver to be with Amber’s family.  Amber had taken a quiz to find the best dog for her and the answer was…an American Foxhound.  Sort of a giant Beagle with a calmer approach to life.

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Out of the crate at the airport, Lady’s nose worked overtime to categorize all the new smells.

Although it took two hours to get home in rush hour traffic, Lady just curled up and slept.  She must have smelled funny, though, as all my dogs were growling at the newcomer including my Kona.  But quickly, everyone settled into the pack like no change had been made.  Lady has never been around kids, per se, so part of this time in Texas is to see if she is sweet and kind.

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Lady and Kendyll made quick friends and happily enjoyed their first day

I have had some apprehension with Lady, like would she see a squirrel and take off to never come back, but she has come when called, respected the fenceline well.  I don’t know if this will be a Colorado or Texas dog, but she is a really special “Lady” and I am glad my friends from Kentucky trusted us with their girl.

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Bigger than I anticipated, Lady is taller than the poodles or the Doberman.

 

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Clearly settling in well, she and her Doberman sister are happy campers!

Happy spring and thanks for riding along!

 

Renewal

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Rain brings a renewal to the land and regrowth

It is the time of year for renewal. Easter, always one of my favorite holidays, is all about  new life, renewal and beginning again.  I have much to be grateful for from the rain that has brought pastures back to green, to longer days of sunshine, to plants and flowers in abundance  and to life in general, where breathing is easy again.

Much has been going on at the farm. For those of you keeping track from previous years or in Houston, it is time for Pin Oak,  largest charity horse show in Texas.  Lauren had a great show last year, winning her first Pin Oak ribbons and championship.  She will not attend this year.

We had hoped to have a horse to take Feather’s place as she recovered from a hoof injury but our plan to use/lease another fell apart. My saying of “Man plans, God laughs” was appropriate again.  I was so disappointed to not have a horse for Lauren.  We had wanted to lease one for the several months we anticipated that Feather would be out of action.

Funny thing how life works out but just yesterday, our favorite vet Lynn, completely cleared Feather to return 100% to work. We will miss Pin Oak but our wonderful mare, Feather, will be back in action soon.  Lauren is already riding her and you would never know she missed a day (in fact throughout this entire episode, Feather never took a single lame step on her “bad” foot).  So, all is right in our horse world,  we didn’t need another  horse  at all, we just needed to wait for Feather to heal.

I am enjoying riding my mare, Nova, and we are getting back to regular lessons. It has been a very long time since I could say that.  Nancy Lindsay is patient and kind to us and we are learning new things. There is a lot of activity at the farm once again as riders gear up for show season.

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Lauren back on Feather with Allyson, Isabel and Amanda

My family has been great about helping out with new lights for the birthing stall (Fargo is due in June) and other updates. It is time for the winter blankets to go back in storage and summer flies to start being a nuisance.

Nothing exciting to report on my home front except everyone is as healthy and well as they can be. I have gone from having seven 9/11ths horses in barn but only one that is rideable to having everyone but young Betty Sue and super Momma Fargo on the non-ride list.

Summer is approaching as well. Typically we do a quasi-working student camp.  This means the girls hang out and work, ride, learn new things about horses  and often shop.  Sorry, parents, I can’t stop the shopping.  Mia is returning again this year from Malaysia.  I understand the Isabel is on-board for the duration.  I haven’t heard yet about Allyson, but hope she is planning to join us too.

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This year we will have the bright, inquisitive Makenna coming from Bartlesville, Oklahoma for a week of camp as well. I think she will be an amazing addition to the team.  She loves everything about horses, and is eager to learn even more.  I am hoping we can persuade Fargo to wait to deliver her baby until Makenna arrives on the 19th.   Either way, having a baby foal should make camp that much more fun.

We possibly have space for one more week long overnight camper, preferably in the age range of 12-14. Some riding experience, knowledge of horses is needed.  Anyone out there interested?  Campers will be assigned at least one horse to care for daily, have extensive riding time, instruction, field trips with vets, trips to top trainers, sessions taught by the farrier and general horse care education.  It will be fun and informative.

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TryDelta-an OTTB straight off the track above and ready to deliver now

Speaking of baby foal, Try Delta, our AP Indy granddaughter (related to our Bruno) that Lynn and I own together is due March 31st.  Lynn told me TeeDee got down and rolled from one side to other, leaped to her feet and reared straight up in the air.  Lynn and I reflected that TeeDee was a tad bit (understatement) more agile than Lynn or I in our last two weeks of pregnancy.  TeeDee will deliver at Lynn’s-I hope to be there for tips and tricks to a successful birth but counting on a little Irish luck to bring us a wonderful foal.

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Muffy, the spaniel mix, Lula, the mini dachshund and Kena, the Doberman,  all settled in to sleep away the rain (glad the remote is close by if they need it!).

My dogs have been waiting out the rain and missing me while I travel.  Still…pretty lucky dogs to have such comfy surroundings.  Did I mention that I am going to the airport to pick up a new dog that is flying in from Lexington, Kentucky?  Try to guess the breed—don’t say if you already know.  I bet this will be a surprise breed to all of you.  Hopefully, Lady will be a wonderful fit for my daughter in Denver who recently lost her cocker spaniel of so many years, Bailey.  But I am trying out the dog first to see how she does!

I hope when I speak with you next you will have had a happy Easter and I have new foal pictures to show. So excited to see how an Irish Flagmount’s Freedom and an all-American AP Indy baby turn-out (which I know I won’t know really for several years) but still this baby should be pretty top notch.

As always thanks for riding along.

Ending of an Era

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Lauren on Mickey in 2005-they were both young

 

Not to get lost in a Tim McGraw song, but life has definitely turned on a dime and it is an ending of an era and the turning of a page.

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Irish Midnight (Mickey)in the early “A” show days, flying high and hopefully feeling no pain.

The picture above was at the Winter Series probably in 2011.  Five years ago.  Mickey was winning rounds, winning championships and the sky was the limit for this fast, cow bred but high jumping paint horse that came to us from the rescue as Lauren’s walk/trot horse when she was nine.

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From the very start, after Sarah did her usual magic at the rescue, Mickey was out winning blue ribbons from Lauren’s very first show.  Lauren shared Mickey with Chelsie Gallatin in those days and it wasn’t long before Chelsie won both the EQ and year-end Hunter awards for the Junior/Adult division on Mickey.

Through the next several years Mickey came along with Lauren, winning some and losing some but always a solid jumper (just not the hunter we tried to make him be) and her best friend.

Throughout 2005 to 2011, things went well.  We had occasional set backs but mostly big wins and steps forward.

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Mick and Lauren relaxing between rounds

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Alex breezing with Mick

From this point forward, things got a little more unpredictable with Mickey.  He always had an occasional stop in him when he was tired or when the fragile emotional bank account you hold with a jumper was not quite in balance, i.e. Lauren gave some to him and Mickey gave a few to Lauren.  If Mickey felt Lauren had overdrawn that fragile balance he could stop on course and throw her into a jump.

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Mickey, although small for the sport, always jumped easily, honestly and in good form

We had two good years in 2012 and 2013 where Mickey was the king of Fiesta Classic and some other shows.  He was in his prime and Lauren was growing and learning as well. Feather had come along by this point and we were grooming her for the future.

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But Mickey got to the point that he made my stomach hurt every time Lauren showed him.  He would either have a blazing fast round that no one in the ring could touch or he would stop and she would fly over (through, into) the jump herself.  It was a rough time.  He was still good enough, often enough, that we showed him.  There did seem to be a trend that the first few days of the show he would do well but by day four or five, he would be done.  Not jumping at all.

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In and around the barn, Mickey was very dependable.  Giving Jordyn and others many, many wonderful rides

Occasionally, Mickey would have some lameness issues.  We would rest him, change his shoes, give some meds, put him on monthly injections and he did better.  But the lameness issues would creep back.

As Feather came along, Alex started to lease Mickey.  She had great success initially especially during training at home.  I remember Don Branham watching Alex in one of her first shows and saying Mickey never looked better.  Alex had some outstanding rounds but then Mickey started stopping again, especially if it was late in a show.

Still, he was good enough and Alex rode well enough to secure a blue ribbon at Pin Oak last spring against a solid group.  Absolutely nothing wrong with his jumping on Day One of Pin Oak.

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Mickey and Alex at Zone Finals 2015-he had to have been hurting so much

Retrospectively, I should have stopped sooner and demanded more information on Mickey.  Especially in this last year, when Alex struggled with Mickey stopping at jumps and refusing out of jumping competitions, I was too ready to chalk it up to Mickey’s usual erratic behavior.  And while we all agreed that maybe at 18 Mickey might not ever be going in to jump anything over a meter or so in height, we all felt he would be back in the ring.

In fact, I predicted he could readily (and easily-although a step down) win the Junior/Adult Jumpers this year-and in fact he probably could.  But he shouldn’t!  That is what we just learned.

Our boarder and friend Jo Ann has been taking dressage lessons with Mickey. Dressage master Nancy Lindsey many times has said that Mickey is not a dressage horse, but he is full of try and full of heart and he does his best to do what Jo Ann asks.

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Jo Ann on dressage Mickey

The downside of this-for me (not Mickey) is that Jo Ann and Nancy are both able to see lameness in a horse 27 miles away in the fog.  They had complained of Mickey being off.  We quit riding Mickey, had the vet see him, put new shoes on him and thought he was ready to go.  I was convinced it was a just a temporary rough spot.

But oh no, Jo Ann got on to ride and about seven minutes later she and Nancy were headed back to the barn leading Mickey.  He is still lame, they told me.  I called Lynn the vet back with instructions to x-ray, inject, or do whatever was needed to get Mickey back to sound.

I took off Friday so I could be there with Lynn and Sean (our farrier) as he removed the shoes and the x-rays were taken.  The minute the x-rays came up on the screen I knew it was bad.  I could tell from both Lynn and Sean and how they were looking at the screen.  I also had looked at enough x-rays to see that there was not enough space between the joints (I knew well enough the pain of bone rubbing on bone instead of sliding effortlessly with cushion between the bones).

Mickey has ringbone on his right front hoof and serious osteoarthritis in the other hoof (probably developed from trying to save the right foot).  Ringbone is exostosis (bone growth) in the pastern or coffin joint of a horse. In severe cases, the growth can encircle the bones, giving ringbone its name.

The Ringbone has been forming for at least a few years.  It all began to make sense why he would school so well at home, flying high over big only to refuse out of competitions by the third or fourth day over lesser jumps.  He could stand the pain for short intervals but when we started jumping in two or three classes a day for several days, the pain overcame the little bay geldings desire to fly.  We were asking something impossible from him.

Mickey is done.  Lynn doesn’t like me to say it (cause it is a Secretariat quote) but Mickey has run his race.  He has done so much for us so many times with so many people over so many years.

He will never go in the ring to perform jumpers ever again.  He should be able to do some dressage and perform for Jordyn for awhile but our phenom jumping horse (who was really just a quirk of fate) is gone.  It would have been so much easier to just have him gradually go out gracefully.  Or like Peyton Manning, as the big winner, not with his last show being one where he refused out of his last three classes.

Oh my little bay boy, you have held me in awe so often as you have flown over the mighty jumps

When you first came to Lauren, you changed her life and you saved her life

No matter what other horses came and went , Lauren always choose you

To know now what we didn’t know then-that you were hurt, that you were in pain

And yet so many times you were brave, you pushed on and jumped high, you blazed on past the timers

I always thought I see you attack one more course and compete one more time

I thought you maybe were evil and mean, I did not know the pain you lived with, the pain I ignored

You carried on, doing your best to the bitter end when you just could jump no more

It is indeed the end of an era for us.  The Mickey fly days are over.

You have more heart, more courage and more talent than I could have ever imagined. You are a true champion.

Irish Midnight’s Accomplishments

With Chelsie Gallatin ~2005- Grand Champion Junior/Adult Equitation & Grand Champion Junior/Adult Hunter

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2008-Grand Champion Open Hunter

2009-Grand Champion Open Jumper

2010-Grand Champion Open Jumper

2011-Grand Champion Open Jumper

Four Qualifications for USEF  Zone Finals (one in Pre-Green Hunters and three in Low Child/Adult Jumper-including this year with Alex)

Countless Grand and Reserve Championships from so many shows over the last 13 years.

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We will miss you in the ring Mickey.  You were one in a million.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Feeling Better-Catching Up

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Kendyll is all smiles as she goes on the scary up and down, thrust you out of your seat ride at the Aquarium.

Finally, I am breathing more easily and with a sigh of relief.  It has been a long two months since breaking my ribs and all the complications that have gone along with it.  I am SO looking forward to this weekend where I can finally catch up on my yard, the gardening, the spring chores, mowing and de-cluttering all the winter stuff.  Who looks forward to that kind of weekend?  I DO!!

I also want to take this post and talk about all the great stuff that happened in the two months that I was pretty much Missing In Action.  First, Amber, Riley and Lexi came for a visit over the Valentine weekend.  I was lucky to see them so often when my momma was alive but since her death, our visits have gotten further apart.  They had not been to the farm since spring of last year.

Six year-old Riley was telling four year-old Lexi about the animals at Granny’s farm prior to the trip.  He looked up at his mom with great interest and asked “whose died since we were there last?”  I am meeting my goal to have my grandchildren understand that the promise of life is the promise of death but perhaps it has become a tad too routine.  And the answer for those that are wondering are just our two dogs killed by our neighbor’s dog.  Bad enough.

Of course, everyone got out to ride.  My big mare Nova proved once again what a great girl she is by giving Jordyn a fun ride and then letting Lexi and Riley pilot her around double.

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Pretty laid back, I would say.  The kids got to ride a lot and all had fun. 

We headed out to the Houston Aquarium which was another fun event.  Kendyll proved to be the daredevil as always, riding the scary ride more times than anyone except Amber who only went begrudging along since Kendyll had to do it “again!!!”.  Everyone else wanted to throw up.

On the way home we stopped at an area park.  The weather was beautiful especially for my Colorado kin.  We all enjoyed acting like kids along with the kids.

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Amber, Jordyn and Lauren playing at the park.

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I decided we were all going to climb into the kid tunnel.  Family bonding time-YAY!

Friends from Chicago decided I needed shirts for my girls and I from our 40th High School reunion.  I attended a school called “Fremd” , ya, I don’t know who that was. Anyway, in trying to get a shot of my daughters and I, Maui Jim and Kona jumped in.  I love Maui’s face!

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Me, Amber, Ally and Lauren with white poodle Maui and black poodle Kona

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Pretty intense!!

In other news, Lauren’s show horse Feather had a minor setback when she pulled the skin off the back of her hoof.  She will be out for awhile as that area is notoriously difficult to bandage and heal.  We thought this would be the season Lauren could finally get back on track with her riding and are disappointed to have Feather out.  Lauren lost so much time with her broken arm and now I guess it is Feather’s turn to rest. You know my favorite saying:  “Man plans, God laughs”.  So true.

Lauren has been lucky enough to ride a variety of horses (which will ultimately make her a better rider) at her trainer’s during this time.  She got to ride a beautiful thoroughbred/Oldenburg cross mare in the show last weekend. It was a great experience and one which will broaden her abilities as a rider.

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A beautiful mare- Lauren enjoyed the opportunity to ride her.

I am also including this updated picture of my mare who is due in June.  She has quite the baby belly already.  She will be as big as a house by June.  We are so excited about this upcoming Flagmount colt!

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I had my last birthday before I turn 60.  I am really getting old but feeling so much better, I feel young again. It is time to get my spring flowers in, start riding my mare again and spend quality time with my pups.

Wishing everyone a great weekend and thanks for always riding along.

 

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Pretty good life, eh?

Life on Steriods

  It has been almost two months since I fell and broke my ribs. Then I got pneumonia from not breathing deeply enough (you get reluctant to do that with broken ribs).  I was recovering when Amber and the kids came to town. 

Then I was down with a whole new bug and the pneumonia was back, now in both lungs. Since Christmas my chest has been like a beacon of pain radiating in my rib cage.  

The doc broke out the big guns this time putting me on breathing treatments, steriods and miscellaneous other drugs. The steriods scared me. 

Prior to moving south, first to Florida and then to Texas, I had pneumonia for the first time and aquired adult onset asthma. I had bad lung problems, in fact, it was at the doctor’s recommendation that we first moved southbound. 

I was treated with a lot of steroids. They made my family fearful as I always got wild eyed and more than a little bit agitated. They were NOT a good drug for me to be on and I have successfully avoided them for many, many years. 

I will never forget taking seven year-old Ally to a new hunter/jumper barn in Florida to ride. It was a pretty swank barn and I was impressed with the horses and trainer. As he walked us down the aisle way pointing out the different horses we were startled by a horse suddenly charging to the stall front with his teeth barred. He spun and kicked out at the stall door. 

The trainer apologized for the horse and told us he was on this medication called steriods and it made him act crazy. Calm as could be, little Ally replied, “oh, I know how that is. My mom does the same thing!” 

From the mouths of babes. Anyway, fortunately while I have had some minor side effects mostly life on steriods this time is just helping me get better. 

While I have been out of town for five days now,  the steroid girl is back in town. Watch out everyone! I may charge at any time.  Mostly I just want to get better. 

As always, Thanks for riding along!

Riding a horse/Driving a Car (same thing, right?)

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For awhile, there was a popular poster that said that everything a person needed to learn they should have learned in kindergarten.  It actually made a lot of sense.  And I posted a blog from another mother about how her daughter has learned an infinite amount from having, showing and being responsible for horses.

This is right along those same lines, dreamed up by me in those early hours before dawn when I just don’t seem to sleep well.  See what happens, you get stuck with my ramblings.

This is my analogy- everything we need to learn to drive a car we learn riding and showing hunters and jumpers (probably other disciplines apply but I am going to stick with what I know best). Alex, whom I have known since she was maybe six or seven, got her license recently.  I started thinking about the similarities between her equestrian experiences and her driving a car.  This is what I came up with:

What Riding a Horse Driving a Car
Position head up, shoulders back, eyes forward, hands quiet head up, shoulders back, eyes forward, hands at ten and two
Basic strategy when faced by other riders/drivers Always Pass another riding approaching from the other direction in the ring- left shoulder to left shoulder. In 90 percent of the world traffic stays to the right, with drivers passing each other left shoulder to left shoulder (on a basic two-way street)
Stop means stop Any trainer worth their dime will tell you that “whoa means whoa” . It means stop.  Now.  Not slow down and not maybe. A stop sign means stop. It doesn’t mean sort of touch of the brakes.  It does not mean roll on through.  Stop means stop.
Look where you are going If you are not looking where you are wanting to go, the horse will go where you are looking or you will. As in, if you look down, you will fall down.  If look over and beyond the jump, you will clear it with ease. You must look ahead and anticipate traffic issues, dogs running out in the streets, balls rolling in the streets with babies following them (didn’t you watch that video?) and not down at your phone or over at your friend.
Anticipate issues, i.e. with weather, with footing, with clowns popping up, with wind, with stupid other people Any rider that has ridden in a group setting (arena, trail ride, warm up ring) knows a horse can spook at anything from a plastic bag to the blowing wind. Likewise other riders create issues by not riding as they should-too fast, too slow, too stupid and you must be ever vigilant to avoid them. Weather brings a whole neither set of issues, slidding in the mud, your horse knocking you out of saddle as he coughs up dry dust, snow filling your horse’s hooves so he can’t walk or heat knocking your well developed sport horse into a glub of sweat. You are never safe-anticipate issues. Any driver on the road knows cars can act up at any time, sputtering to a stop in the middle of the highway or suddenly losing your power steering. Other drivers make it worse as they drive too fast, too slow or too stupid.  And weather, well, what about the first time you drive on ice or in snow or down a muddy dirt road.  It is a whole new ballgame.  Heat knocks your radiator and cold temps can freeze your engine block.  You are never safe-anticipate issues.
Practice makes you a better rider/driver Remember the first time you got on a horse? It did not go so well.  You could no more canter a course with the right number of strides than ride standing on your head.  It took time.  And practice. And more practice.  In fact good equestrians never quit learning.  There is a message here. Remember the first time you got behind the wheel?   That did not go well either. Navigating through the Galleria or International Airport was way past your abilities.  So, keep practicing and keep learning and never stop looking over your shoulder!

 

I could go on here, but you get the point.  I acknowledge and support practice of both riding and driving.  But I also think Alex had a leg-up (pun intended) on her non-riding sister and friends.

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Looking forward to a great weekend ahead with Amber and kids here from Denver.  Be on the lookout for fun times and great pictures.  And thanks for riding along.

Fast Times

 

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Lauren has finally returned from her trip to The exotic and yet achingly familiar place of her birth in Florida.  Evidenced by her boots left lying on my kitchen counter her first night home, the farrows of her boot’s sole lined with fine, white Florida sand, she walked (and rode) many miles during her stay at the Wellington Equestrian Festival (WEF).

And we have missed her.  As much as Ally stepped up to perform an outstanding job on everything at the barn and the farm, we were all glad to know Lauren was home.  Ally was in many was a better manager and keeper of my clan than Lauren but in the way a new, eager (not yet exhausted and broken) employee steps in at the holidays to work retail. I know we will miss the little extas that Ally provided us with while she was our barn manager.

From Ally’s perspective, the whole event climaxed on her last day to cover Lauren with an extreme bloody horse injury, and Ally was eager to hand the muck rake back to her sister.  But I also feel that Ally learned a few things in this process.

  1. Like how much work was really entailed in this job of her sister’s.  The sneak attacks that hit you just when you think the day is done and a horse goes down to colic or rain drives all the horses back to the barn just as you have completed turn-out. Nothing like walking a mile in someone else’s shoes to appreciate what their life is really like!
  2. Blood has never been Ally’s thing.  Any mention of following in her other sister’s footsteps to be in the medical profession have always fallen on deaf ears.  But when Ally had to handle literally buckets of blood she did so readily (although she did gag a lot) and Thank God she was there!

Lauren, likewise, learned a bit about the real lives of top equestrians.  Through her days circulating through Grand Prix Village (on an actual imported Grand Prix horse) or working as the trainer’s aide, she learned immense amounts about hard work.  And not just her work either.  The riders she saw had worked years and years, lifetimes in the saddle, to be as good as they were.  She learned there were no short-cuts to fame.

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You all have read about Lauren’s friend Caitlyn.  You can search this blog for stories of Caitlyn’s many horse shows (Harrisburg, Washington Invitational, Maclay rounds, West Coast Talent Search) and hundreds of rides right here in Texas. Lauren is a couple years older than Cate but Cate has spent way more time in the saddle and at the big shows perfecting her art than Lauren has.  In all my years in the horse industry, while I have known many to ride at WEF, I have never had a real relationship with anyone who won at WEF. Like, I have never really known them-they were a top rider that I had heard about in the media.

This is exactly what Caitlyn and her horse Ky did!  I was thrilled to hear of them winning a class-how exciting is that?  But to come back and place high enough to win the whole division and be GRAND CHAMPION AT WEF, well, that was quite the way to end the show.

A ride with all the other grand champions on Sunday, in the International Ring, was the icing on the cake.  To ride in the arena where so many greats of sport had ridden before her was unimaginable thrill.

On a side note for those of you that like the star factor, Mary Kate Olson (yes, Full House Mary Kate) rode against Caitlyn in her division.  She rode not one horse, but four of the best horses that money could buy, but Caitlyn was there to win and had the experience to do so.

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Finally, back home with Maui Jim and friends, I told Lauren how good he had been.  No eating FitBits or chewing shoes.  I wasn’t missing my glasses either.  I thought we had finally passed over puppyhood and he was getting to be an adult.

Then I got this text:

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We will let you know how the power of God is effecting Maui.

As always, thanks for riding along!

 

Little triumphs

 Busy, busy times for me and the family right now. I am on several big projects at my real job and traveling a lot. I landed to a windy 18 degrees on Monday which is about 60 degrees colder than I like.

But I am ever so grateful at this stage of my career to be doing something I love. It is a little triumph to go forth each day excited about the projects I am doing and   people with whom I work.
Lauren is headed off to Wellington, Florida this week to spend some time with friend Catie at the Winter Equestrian Festival (WEF). WEF is a 12 week international competition where your favorite Olympic hero might be shopping in the grocery store with you (Hello Ian Miller!) or show up at the local restaurant (McClain Ward,  table for two?).

What an amazing opportunity!  Another triumph for the kid from Wharton who just wants to ride.

And speaking of horse triumphs, my mare Nova should be back to sound after some vet magic from Dr. Criner.

Actually this will be more than a little triumph. I had continued to work my girl and things just weren’t right. A few X-rays told us she had been hurting and now she can be pain free. I am so excited to have this special girl back working just when I should be getting cleared to ride.

Additionally in little triumph category it has been several weeks since poodle  Maui Jim has eaten or destroyed anything important. Last night Lauren and I were on the phone (I was still out of town) when I heard a horrible crash and the sound of broken glass.

We have a free-standing staircase in our living room. For months now we have talked about getting my old headboard out to the garage but it hasn’t moved from its position on the wall opposite the stairs.

Last night as we visited on the phone, Maui came racing through the living room making a galloping turn around the stairs and catching the head board with his foot on the way by. What I heard was the sound of the queen sized headboard smashing into the back of the stairs with enough force to knock the shelf displaying all Lauren’s Zone Final pictures cascading to the ground.

I guess the triumph here is at least he didn’t eat another FitBit or my glasses. Lauren hauled him off to his kennel to think about what he had done.

Rising two year-old Betty Sue has hit 1000 pounds and grown out of her second halter. She got a brand new halter with her name on it!  Little triumphs!

Finally, as a rider in any discipline as you get better and more educated about your equestrian sport you tend to trade in equipment for more technical, better made models.  Lauren has definitely gone down this path starting with a synthetic Wintec saddle, moving to some low cost but name brand models on to higher priced models. Yesterday after selling her saddle of three years she received her dream saddle.


We tested it out tonight to see if it would allow Feather’s wide shoulders enough freedom when they jump. And it did-well, that’s actually in the category of a big triumph!

Thanks for riding along my friends. Stay safe and warm!