So it is a big hurry up and wait game until the 15th of this month to find out if I got accepted for the 2016 RRP Thoroughbred Makeover. Gah! I just want to know.
He says he can't wait either!
What do you do to whittle away the time? Have totally outlandish conversations with your friends about strategy for winning. Just a few minutes ago I was suggesting I learn to shoot a bow from horseback and enter the freestyle portion. I decided that since we all need laughs I would share our strategy conversation.
Then they asked if I had the hand/eye coordination for polo.
Then we looked at a random competitive trail riding video.
In case you are wondering I was cleaning stalls during much of this, hence the radio silence.
Grunch is the coolest OTTB ever, my dad has him now and they do trail rides like once a week.
Feel free to laugh at the autocorrect fails
And here we digress.
And that my friends is just a quick glimpse into the insanity we think is totally #situationnormal.
Aimee posted this today. She sums things up well. This, just the morning after another evening group message chin up buttercup session. Really guys, I couldn't ask for better friends.
Always adventure time
Do we have rough patches? Very occasionally yes, but that is ok. We are all humans after all. What matters though is that when one of us is down the other ones pick us back up. When the inside of my own head is a dangerous and hostile place, they get me out of it. We laugh, we cry, we laugh some more.
Moar pie!
Also we eat together, friends that eat together stay together...or something like that.
I'm a terrible influence
Then there is the coffee addiction. I have a friend in Georgia, she never drank coffee...then I brought her to Starbucks. I have this friend Aimee, she never drank coffee...then I introduced her to mochas. I have this friend Alyssa, she still doesn't drink coffee...but flavored hot chocolates are da bomb. So there you have it, ponies, pie, and coffee.
Wow, two posts in September, I'm really blowing this blog out of the water...kidding. Things have been busy as usual and thinking out a blog post when I get home just hasn't been a priority. I have been reading lots of your blogs, what fun adventures! This last week was complete insanity. I got the hubby on the road to Phoenix, picked up extra chores and horses at the trainer's barn while she was out of town. Hauled over to school at a local jumper show, hauled a friend's kid to a lesson, judged the jumper show, picked up Courage and Bacon, took Courage and Bacon to the event derby, more chores, more horse riding, hauled Courage and Bacon home. It was five solid days of trailering in one week, and then last night I thought I would go to jump night, what is one more drive with the trailer? I'm going to be turning my car like it has a trailer.
Got watch some beautiful sunsets from the truck though.
So many adventures have happened with Aimee and Alyssa, seriously guys I have so many pictures, where to even start. First off can I just say I'm so thankful for great friends and the ability for us to all have 12 year old levels of joy when it comes to pony adventures?
Winning at group selfies
Prisoner steals the shot
Prisoner has been coming so far in his dressage, it really makes me excited! I love to jump and love to event, but I grew up in a dressage barn and the love runs deep.
Woah, I let my hair down
So I had my hair in a bun that was coming loose, in the name of cool pictures I just let it fly. Also note the sprinklerbandit's sparkle helmet, bridle, and stirrups. Sparkle like your life depends on it! Wasn't super pleased with Prisoner's mouth in most of these shots, should have put his loose ring on the bridle, but yay for not needing to buy a $200 kk bit.
Pink breeches, thank you Tailored Sportsman
I need to pull his mane!
Can you even believe that neck!?
Wild hair!!!
From another day, sexy horse.
We have also had some really good jump schools, we even went and did some cross country! This lady decided to put xc jumps at her house, woot woot!
Beast mode
Here is a video of that, yay Aimee for being ground crew. Yes, feel free to laugh at the number of times I say good boy.