Because life with horses is never orderly.

The Idea of Order

Tag: horse people

Non-Equestrians…

I mean really, why bother?
Equestrians are a unique breed. We spend insane amounts of time, money, and energy making sure that 1000lbs+ flight animals don’t kill themselves all so we can ride them around and dote on them. If you’re not part of the indoctrinated, it seems pretty ludicrous. I get it. And I also get that many of my non-horsie friends don’t understand what it is we actually do when riding. Nevertheless, the next schmuck who feels the need to tell me riding isn’t a sport is getting put on the youngest, most rank beast I can find and sent out for a likely-less-than-eight-second-spin.

His Planner vs Yours…

Because we know all their shenanigans are basically premeditated.
There’s so much here that I’m not even sure what the most significant thing is to aim my snarkiness at — The coddled nature of our beasts? The time and money sink that they inevitably are? The fact that most equestrians would likely bleed out before seeing a doctor but if Dobbin has a hang nail they call the vet, the farrier, and a priest to fix it?. 😉 We’re certainly a…dedicated bunch! 😀

Tis but a flesh wound…

And also ego. Always ego.
Equestrians are some of the most determined, resourceful, stubborn, tough, strong, stubborn, persistent, and did I say stubborn(??) people imaginable. We may skip parties, graduation ceremonies, vacations, and even be late for our own weddings but come hell or high water nothing short of death is going to keep us out of the saddle. 😉 (Even if perhaps we should…)

Equestrian’s have MAD Social Skills…

If they’re being social with other equestrians. Otherwise it’s quite possibly a lost cause. 😉 I mean it’s not that I don’t *like* people (ok, so that’s probably part of it), I just have a limited amount of energy for dealing with them and would prefer to spend it on people just as [horse] crazy as I am. =D

What’s in *Your* Purse?

Certainly nothing like money if you have horses.
I think we have all been there. You know, when you’re fishing around for something in your purse or pocket and suddenly realize you’re about to expose just how deep the depths of your equine depravity are. I mean honestly, how many ‘normal’ people do you know who have multiple pairs of pants with pockets crusted shut from dryer melted cookie/sugar goo? I’ll give you a hint, none. No one else does that. It’s ok though, we all have each other. 😉