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‘sNOw Men’…

Greetings from Sunny Florida where snow is but a disturbing concept! ๐Ÿ˜‚

Today the low is 65, which is admittedly not very ‘festive’ in the traditional holiday sense, but given my deeply rooted hatred of sNOw, I’ll take it!

This week’s comic is dedicated to all my friends still suffering from the white plague; may you find some humor and joy in your otherwise frozen wasteland. (Also, I have a guest room and some empty stalls if you need to thaw out.) ๐Ÿ˜…

*Also, this is a nod to the incomparable Calvin and Hobbes, for those curious.

Is it Spring yet?…

Have I mentioned how much I loathe winter?
“Oh, move North,” they said. “You’ll looove the seasons,” they said. “Winter is so beautiful and sparkly,” they said. Hmpf. I call shenanigans on this winter BS. The next person who tells me to think positively when it’s -9 degrees outside is getting a face full of snow.

‘Diet’ Does Have the Word Die in It…

Nothing says ‘Welcome Spring’ like trying on bathing suits and attempting to squeeze into last year’s less than forgiving white breeches (and really, let’s be honest, unless you’re built like a prepubescent boy they were never particularly flattering to begin with). Being genetically round, Woody gets to join me in my fitness routine as we prep for the upcoming show season. As you might imagine, he’s less than thrilled with this predicament.

Dressage, meet NASCAR

Seriously, anyone want to sponsor the short&c blotchy pony…Any takers?…After filling out my first entry form for the year and doing some rather rudimentary math. I was saddened to find that carrying out the above scenario may indeed be the only way to afford showing in rated shows (that or take out a second mortgage). Yikes. Do I really need to pay $50+ in random fees? Really? That’s sad. Anyone want to take bets on how long it will be before we’re as shameless as NASCAR? ๐Ÿ˜‰

X, Halt, Salute!

I’m pretty convinced that showing is in fact a form of masochism. If only we could all be as confident and competent going down center line as we are at nearly any other time when riding. Oh well; here’s to dreaming (or at least some mild drinking before my next round of tests).