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July 17

To start Sunday off, Leah and I met for breakfast at Silver Diner.  Bob had Reserves and I do miss our breakfasts when he isn't around for them, so it was nice to meet Leah.  I always love catching up with Leah, and marveling at how old she is now (25).  Which just means I'm getting ridiculously old too.  But seriously, I cannot believe she is 25.  Anyway, she brought this book I loaned her eons ago (don't worry, I still have one of hers) and it was cool to thumb back through it.  It is the 1985-1986 edition of L'Annee Hippique.  It's fun to look at all the pictures of many of the greats of that time like Conrad Homfeld, Joe Fargis, Melanie Smith, Anne Kursinski, the Leone brothers, Norman Dello Joio and there were even some pictures of George Morris on Brussells.  I think she was one of the last horses he showed in the grands prix.  And I remember her as being a tough mare who swished her tail over the fences. 

Leah was in town for her mother's birthday, so after our breakfast, I headed to Lori's for our trail ride.  For some odd reason, Lori was tacking Shadow up, and was going to leave me her horse, Bumby, to ride.  Which I didn't realize until I asked her if she was tacking up my horse for me (meaning Shadow).  Later, I think I was to find out why she wanted me to ride Bumby.  I am, after all, the crash test dummy.

So, just as I did back when I had little Justin over there, I headed down the trail to the first creek crossing.  And since the horse I was on had hunted (to the best of my knowledge), I figured he'd be an old hand at trails and water.  Not exactly.  We get to the edge of the creek and there was no moving Shadow.  Spurs and all.  And, I did not bring a stick because I figured he was an old hand.  I made Lori bring a stick, though.  But we weren't exactly in a position where she could get the stick to me.  Eventually, I just got off and led across.  Because the creek bed was so dry, I was able to step across various stones to get to the other side.  Shadow walked along behind me, no problem.  Grr....

Lori ended up having to do the same with Bumby and soon, we were back on our beasts, continuing down the trail.  I'd not been on the trail since I parted with Justin and I actually really bummed me out to see how grown over it was and how it was clear that no one had been through there since we had been there.  If they had, there was no evidence of it.  So, if it is true, it was kind of neat at the same time to think that things had been left untouched since then.  It just made picking through the trail a little difficult. 

In some places, trees had fallen across the trail, branches were once again hanging low.  Back in the day, I'd go through there with my folding saw and clippers and chop them all down.  All the grass was so tall, you could barely see the trails and in many places, it had taken over the trail leaving not the slightest evidence of one once being there. 

So, there we were, meandering along when suddenly, some commotion behind me attracts my attention.  I turn just in time to see Bumby standing on his hind legs like a statue somewhere in Washington, DC.  I was instantly horrified because just behind him was a short bank to the creek bed.  I was suddenly both scared to death for Lori and glad as hell I was not on him.  I've had my share of excitement lately.  After a few spins this way and that and my walking back towards them, we got Bumby headed in the right direction, back feet following front feet. 

At the next creek crossing, I wasn't even about to bother wondering whether they'd go in or not.  This crossing has a nifty rock formation that is almost like a natural sidewalk that leads diagonally from one bank to the other.  I'd always wanted to cross there in the past but I remember there was a tree at the bottom of the bank leading into the water and the branches of a nearby tree hung a little low, so, back then, I'd walk a little farther down to cross.  But on this day, the bed was so dry, this would be the most ideal spot to cross because farther down, I could see we'd not be able to dismount and walk across.  So, off we went and led our crazies across.  We walked up the hill to a log I knew I'd be able to remount from.  I remembered how Justin would always step so carefully over it. 

On and on the familiar trail went.  Familiar but so different at the same time.  And the more we went, the more I missed Justin.  Eventually, we came to the cement bridge, which, because the creek was so dry, there was absolutely no water pushing over it.  I figured this would be easy.  Well, easier.  Shadow firmly planted both feet right at the line where grass met cement and would not move.  We're not talking about a step up or a step down.  Just pretty much pavement even with ground.  I figured, knowing horses, it could cause some concern but didn't think THIS much.  With some encouragement from Lori's stick, across we went, then back again to retrieve Bumby, and back we went again. 

Next challenge, another creek crossing.  I have pictures of Justin crossing this one.  Pictures I took between his little ears.  So, I thought of this instantly.  Just like a champ, Shadow, seemingly possessed by Justin's very spirit, went right into the fairly dry creek bed and walked along to the next crossing.  Again, things had changed so much.  At one time, I wrote about Justin having to step thru a downed tree.  It was a HUGE tree that stretched across the creek.  Where that tree went, I have no clue but I cannot imagine that the floods that came through did it.  But maybe.  Because I can't imagine anyone chopping it down.  There was no evidence of that.  Who knows. 

Walking along the bank led us to our next creek crossing and for this one, oddly, there was no hesitation from Shadow, which I just thought was odd, given that it was the most full section we'd encountered.  But, again, maybe little Justin was helping him along.  Once on the other side, we hit yet another hazard.  Another tree had fallen and blocked our passage.  If the horses were careful, they could step through the branches.  And if we were careful, we'd not lose any knee caps.  I went for it on Shadow and we came out unscathed.  Lori and Bumby also prevailed. 

Soon, we were walking out of the woods, grateful to have made it out alive.  We were about to walk up the drive, back to her house.  Suddenly, we hear a car HAULING over the gravel road, headed our way.  After holding our hands up in the air and yelling, "WHOA!!!!" to the person approaching way too fast, the driver FINALLY slowed down and stopped.  I seriously thought Lori was going to kill him.  It was a neighbor's son.  I think I kinda diffused the situation by saying, "Sorry!  She's on a baby and he's not very experienced with cars just yet."  But in reality, I wanted to shout an expletive at him.  As soon as we got by, I said, "You better call his mother and tell her what happened!" 

He's gone and two seconds later, here comes a Lexus.  We have to pull over to the shoulder for him to go by and next, a Jeep, pulling a trailer with brush!  That neighbor has horses so he had sense enough to stop and let us pass him.  But good LORD!  This is a country road!  Gravel at that!  Such mayhem. 

It was hotter than hell, I was dripping with sweat (which is not normal for me, but good because I think I finally learned to sweat).  After giving Shadow a nice bath and saying my goodbyes, it was off to Stonegate.  I rode two there.  Basic stuff.  Nothing exciting to tell.  And here, I managed to survive another exciting horse-related weekend. 

Thanks for lookin' out for me, J-man.

July 17

Wow.  I've been lazy.  Or busy.  Both?  Have had some excitement since I last wrote.  Showed Spotz again at River Chase and ended up face-planting in one of our classes.  Good times.  Basically, after the 2' division he felt tired.  He actually felt tired all day.  My eye was also off all day.  We also did not get to school but that didn't seem to be a huge problem.  He got around his warm up round fine, as well as the first and second round of his division.  Anyway, Carol Lynn wanted him to do the 2'6" division and I just didn't want to say no.  In hindsight, that was really dumb on my part because I'm sure, had I said 'no', she would have been like, "OK, whatever."  It's not like the woman would have dragged me to the ring kicking and screaming.  After the fact, I also realize there's no point to him doing the 2'6".  The regulars jump 2'6" and Spotz is not going to be competing with the regulars.  So, all in all, just poor judgment on my part.

So, as I said, my eye was off all day.  I canter up to the first jump in course A and we're just a hair long.  Spotz, I think, was not expecting the jump to be that much bigger than what he'd jumped in the last three rounds, bumped the rail, stumbled on the landing and went down on his knees and nose.  I went head first and face first.  I got really, really lucky.  My nose got banged up, as did my right eye's orbit, my face, chin and lips got scraped up.  I have healed amazingly quickly though.  Poor Spotz is very sore. 

I went to work on Monday, all banged up.  Hung in there on Tuesday.  By Wednesday, I was just beat.  Knowing that my boss was going to be out of the office today, I asked him if I could take today off.  So, here I am, in my bathrobe, updating my website.  I plan on doing nothing all day. 

We did get a great hacking shot out of the day.  I don't remember but I think we got like a 5th or 6th in the hack.  Over fences, we also got 5ths and 6ths.

June 24

Yay!  Pictures!  I'll post two that Andrea took and then I'll post links to the photographer's website that took pix at the event.  Yes, I will be critiquing myself.

In the pic to the left,  I've got this gripping with the back of my calf thing going on which is really annoying me and is prevalent in all of my pictures.  I will be fixing that.  I don't mind my shorter release but I'd like to see a bit of a loop in my rein.  It is most likely because I am still riding a little defensively on Spotz because he is green and you just never know what the little greenies are going to pull on you.  I do like my angles, though and love that I'm looking up and ahead.  I found a long distance to this jump (not good).  And what you cannot see is that my elbows are out more than I'd prefer.  So, first and foremost, elbows and bringing my toe in some MUST be fixed.  Bleh!  Oh, and I like my back.  I, with my crappy posture, am actually pulling off a decently flat back.  It's something I've been working on for months now.  Nice to see it pay off.  I also like how close to the tack I am.  And I like that I am not laying on the pony's neck like you see so much these days (double bleh!).

 In the pic to the right, I still love my expression (very focused - even if I really wasn't feeling very focused!) and the fact that I'm looking up.  This was the Wishing Well.  Spotzy was wary of this each time we came to it.  So, again, I rode a little defensively.  Still have the gripping-with-the-back-of-my-calf thing going on (BLEH!!) but I'm using a little longer of a release which really only means that I'm jumping up his neck a little bit.  Notice how much farther out of the tack I am.  I do love how square Spotz is in his hind.  Probably once I can trust him a little more and loop the reins to him a little more, I'll be freeing his jump up more and his style will be much improved more consistently.  Look at his cute little fat butt!

One thing I do notice is that it actually looks like my stirrups are a tad long.  And people, I've got the things jacked up FIVE holes than I normally use them.  But looking at my angle at the back of my knee to my thigh...man, looks like I could go up one more hole.  I just don't know if I can physically stand that.  Hmmmm...

Andrea rocked for taking these.  She and I are "Team Jandrea".  We both ride Spotz.  He was a fave of hers before I ever rode him.  It looks like she'll be teaming up with Stichy soon, though, and I'm hoping the two of them will be joining us at shows soon. 

OK, here are the links to the photog's site of the pix that I bought:  Bought an 8x10 of this. And this.  All same criticisms apply, except that I don't hate my leg as much in the first one.  Bought a 5x7 of this.  Ain't he cute?  I love that one because it shows off my immaculate grooming!  It shows his nostrils are spotless, his muzzle and mouth, clean, bit - sparkling, tack spotless including hardware, ears and muzzle and head neatly clipped (I did leave the hair inside his ears, though, since he lives out) and that he is neatly braided.  You can't appreciate my awesome braid job, though from this side.  And those little hairs sticking up are just from when he got body clipped in the spring and his mane got cut into a bit.  They'll grow out and by the next show, I should be able to braid those in.  I just love his little expression.  Such a happy go lucky little guy.  OK, I'm done.

June 22

What a great, great day yesterday was.  The Stonegate crew loaded up and headed to a local show at River Chase to get the youngsters and greenies out for some mileage.  The day was not terribly hot, but certainly would be equivalent to the '6' setting on my gas stove.  I arrived early to the barn to get Spotzy all cleaned up.  He enjoys a good roll just like the next horse.  Or pig.  He was very angry with me because I was especially persistent with getting his head clean, his nostrils cleaned out and his muzzle perfectly pink.  And lest we forget the butt cheeks.  After a good scrubbing, I set about getting him braided.  I got him a little over 3/4 of the way done then, in a flurry, we all loaded on to the trailer as our turn came up.  When on the trailer, the chest bar comes to Spotzy's little throat.  So tiny!

This was the first time I'd been to a show at River Chase.  The grounds are quite nice and the show very well run.  Once Spotz and I got the lay of the land and figured out what class was in progress, I was able to get organized and do a little schooling during the schooling break.  On our way down to the ring, little Spotz's ears were perked very forward and his little head was up in the air as he spied his first Porta-Potty up close, did a little flinch as a boy popped out from between some cars and saw two big tents.  In the ring, there was more to peek at, such as the big umbrella set up for the judge and people leaning on the fence that went around the ring.  Spotz handled all the activity very, very well. 

With only 10 minutes left for schooling, we warmed up a bit with a trot around the ring, then tackled each of the jumps one by one.  Spotz had never seen big trees flanking jumps before.  He's never jumped a wishing-well either.  With a few peeks and a zig here and a zag there, he did keep going to all of the fences and there was never a stop.  I was so proud of him and his bravery. 

Back at the trailer, I finished his braids and puttered around until it was time for Spotz to show.  Our first class was the Warm Up.  Not perfect, not bad.  Respectable, certainly.  Then, his course A -- again, nothing terrible.  Can't say my eye was very 'on' at all all day, but again, nothing terrible.  Spotz was not landing his leads in his first class so we did the simple changes.  Which, according to the program, one would not be penalized for doing.  On to our second course -- this time, we managed to put a 5 in the outside line (instead of a 6 -- it was a four stride for the horses)...I do recall that.  As for the other lines, I have no clue how many strides I did in those.  But Spotz did land his leads all except one time, I think.  Finally, the hack class.  The division was big by local standards with 15 horses in the class.  Spotz and I may have been one of a few ponies (if not the only one) in the class.  We did not get a hack ribbon, which I was not surprised about -- Spotz felt a little ouchy in the ring.  He is barefoot.  But in his first round, he was 4th and in his second round, he moved up TWO slots to second!  I was so surprised and so thrilled!!

The rest of the crew just kicked butt bringing home several Champions and Reserves.  I'd give you the breakout if I could remember what everyone won their ribbons in.  I know I'd get the Unrestricted and Green results confused so I won't even bother.  But everyone did great.

Best of all was that so many people from Stonegate came out to just hang out, help and take pictures.  So nice to have support.  Or, as another trainer who I will leave nameless said, an 'entourage'.  Andrea, who also rides Spotz, came to take pictures.  Sam, who was suffering from whiplash, braved the day and took care of Landella, who Silvio showed.  Jessie, Silvio's wife, was of course there to cheer her man on and took some pix as well and of course helped everyone out.  Gracie's owners, Ginny and Gene came, as did Lainie, who sadly, is on crutches after a mishap during a lesson, and Jill's husband, Brian came to cheer her on.

After Spotz was done, I gave his legs a nice Bigeloil rub and wrapped them then took out his braids.  He was standing quietly, soaking up the sun and when I was done, I realized he was napping and was literally hanging from his lead with his front legs sprawled.  So funny!  I had to wake him up to offer him some water, which he took and while I stood, and stood, and stood, I realized that the level in the bucket was not disappearing to match the amount of time he was standing there drinking.  Then, I realized he had fallen asleep in the bucket -- lips just barely touching the surface.  Eyes totally closed.  Romaldo and I had a little giggle.  I wanted to park Spotz on one of the trailers to get him off the hard ground and into the shade.  I pulled him a few steps away from the bucket, feeling terrible for waking him, then stopped.  Again, he hung his head and nodded off.  Poor little pony!  I mean shoot!  All we did was a few laps around the ring in the schooling, then three jumping classes over 2' and a hack and you'd think he was on day three of a big horse show!  But, I suppose he is used to catching his naps during the day back at home and certainly not used to so much excitement.  Anyway, finally, I had to wake him up and put him on the trailer so he could pee, munch hay or rest his head on the chest bar so he could have a proper nap.

I also got to catch up with my horse gal friends such as Terri and Sabrina, and caught up a bit with Fay, who runs the show and who manages Sunny's Corner, the place where I taught Piper (Piper is her daughter) for a bit.  Also got to chat with some of the girls I taught at Sunny's Corner, who I hadn't see since I taught there.  I really enjoyed that.  All the girls are so grown up now.

The day was very long with things wrapping up around 7:00 but it was a lot of fun and certainly fun to see everyone do so well.   And, on that note, I better get my butt in gear so I can get my rides done today and be home in time to greet Bob when he gets back from Reserves.

June 18

Mmm...yummy. Taco Bell.  That's dinner there on the left.  Well, the one on the right was dinner.  That's just the crunchy taco.  The one on the left is the Supreme.  I keep it real.  Keep it basic.  And before you freak out, they're really not that bad.  Check it out.  Even when you eat three like I did.  Yummy.  The company ain't called Yum for nuthin'.  And where else can you get dinner for $2.68?  Who cares about the price of gas when you can eat that cheaply. 

So, yeah, tonight was EMFH (every man for himself) since Bob had a meeting downtown and I had to ride.  EMFH is a good thing.  You can eat whatever you want.  Don't get me wrong, I know Bob loves EMFH too because he eats like a bachelor on those nights.  He'll eat a bowl of cereal or just ice cream.  So, EMFH has its benefits and perks.

Rode the Stitchy man tonight.  Actually, first I did a little braiding lesson for some friends, Karin and Lindsay.  I hadn't seen Lindsay in forever so that was nice to see her.  I really have no clue why Karin needed the lesson because the busted the move on the braids.  Lindsay got the hang of it too and with a little practice, they'll be braiding like pros in no time.  I do love when people want to learn to braid.  Nothing like good turn out for any ring.  Nothing I hate worse than a good picture ruined by a flying mane.  But that isn't my motivation.  I just love proper turnout .

Anyway, back to Stitch.  He's a youngster.  He's like an old man though.  He goes like he's been doing it for years.  We worked on some stuff he couldn't be as cool about, though.  Like walk to halt.  Trot to walk, etc.  He got the hang of it but the trot to walk needs more work. Once he really gets into a groove, I want to open up his canter a bit.  But tonight, I let him canter on his preferred shorter stride.  We did work over a single pole, some simple changes and trotted and cantered over some small jumps.  He isn't terribly impressed by Xs so all of our work was done over verticals.  I was especially pleased when we cantered a long approach to an oxer that I did not school first at the trot.  We hit it perfectly in rhythm, a perfect distance, and he powered nicely over it in excellent form that I could feel.  Literally patted the ground and popped over.  It's probably the first time I've ever felt him make a real effort since he acts like everything is old hat.  Since it was a new jump for us together, I made certain my position was very strong on the way to the jump so I could be prepared for anything.  So, all in all, it was a great way to finish our ride.

June 16

Sunday was a much more productive day.  And much prettier.  Things cooled off considerably and a nice breeze floated through the barn. 

After eating my McSkillet Burrito on the way, I gave Nick a very, very good grooming, trimmed his whiskers and hopped on for my ride.  He started out very lazy but after some, “HELLO!” moments, he woke up and started to move out with a little more energy.  What a good boy he is.  Such a trier.  I did lots of collection with him.  Lots of walk/trot transitions and some shoulder-ins.  He did great.  Didn’t even bother cantering because I felt like he needed more work at the trot to help get him off his forehand and build up his back end.  He does have a lovely canter, however.

Spotzy was next.  My little bud.  We worked on his changes some.  He got the change up front each time with this particular exercise we were trying but did not get them behind until we trotted.  Might consider going back to cantering the pole, since we did have such success with that.  Probably better to shake things up and keep them varied anyway.

Jumped him a little.  He felt good.  I got to stuff fine in rhythm but still don’t see distances.  Whatever.  I figure if I’m getting there, that’s great.  Seeing them 3 strides out should come.

The new pony, Katz was next.  She had some time off before she came to us so her rides consist of simply trying to get her back in shape.  She also got a lot of walk/trot transitions and a little bit of a canter.  When I was done, she has a very thick mane so I wanted to try to pull a little.  She got very fussy, then settled down when she realized that I was only pulling a few hairs at a time and that it wasn’t as big a deal as she thought.  It’s always best to pull a mane on the toughies after a ride, since their pores are all opened up.  Anyway, after a few dance steps, she stood still like a good girl. 

All the barn guys except for two headed out for a rodeo (who knew they even had them here) in Manassas.  My, my you have never seen barn guys clean up like these guys did.  Everybody had their silver buckles on, boots, sharply pressed shirts and hats on.  And lest we forget the cologne.  Quite the ladykillers. 

I was pleased to get all my assigned rides done and to be home in time to spend some time with my sweetie who had just gotten back from TN a few hours earlier.  Was very happy to have him home. 

Tonight is nail night, tomorrow is grocery night and on Wednesday, it’s back to the barn to start the cycle all over again!

June 14

Augh!  I had such plans to get so much done today.  Well, so much done at the barn.  Bob is out of town so I planned on riding four.  Unfortunately, between going to lunch with Mary Ann, being obsessed with beautifying Stitch, spending a bit longer working on flying changes with Spotz and a lightning delay, I only got TWO done.  I hate when I can't deliver.  But yes, Mary Ann and I stepped out of the 95 degree heat to cool off over lunch and I threw down four glasses of tea over the course of our lunch. 

Stitch was a superstar -- went around like he knew what he was doing.  Only jumped him over some little Xs... he doesn't make much of an effort over them so I certainly hope he has a stronger respect for the fences when they go up a bit.  He kind of jumps like, "whatever."  But on the flat, he was fantastic.  Liked it much better than my last ride on him. 

One of the guys mostly body-clipped him -- he seems to keep a pretty heavy, coarse coat (part of his breed) and once clipped, a fabulous dappled coat peeked out.  I tried to clipped the rest of the parts that didn't get clipped like his legs but the blades pretty much gave out.  I did get his whiskers done and gave him a very good bath, washed his tail again, spritzed it with detangler, brushed through it and when I was done, he looked like a full-flung show pony. 

With Spotz, I worked on his changes.  If you're reading this and you're not a horse person, go to wikipedia and do a search on flying changes.  Anyway, it is an exercise from Holly Hugo-Vidal's book.  It kinda worked.  Spotz at least got the idea.  I'm sure I'm doing something wrong and will have to assess that.  But he wasn't changing at all at first, then, he started to change up front.  So, that was pretty cool.  Basically, that means he's getting the idea.  And to get those results our first time with the exercise is pretty positive.  So, we'll keep at it.

Stopped off at Dover to get my crack fix.  Not exactly, but you know what I'm talking about.  Who can drive by without stopping and buying several things?  I got Spotz a new girth 'cause I hate the one he has now -- it's just too big.  I am a 'correctly fitting equipment' freak.  Got some green spot remover, some Quick Silver, some new yarn for Spotz braids and some detangler.  I'm sure there was something else but you get the idea.  I loooooooooooooove having new goodies to put in my grooming bag.  Yay!

Last night, I went out with my crazy peeps.  Great to see everyone and to hang out.  Met some new people so they are officially added to the group.  Gorgeous night.  I got in a bit after 10, which yes, is late for me.  Here's what I don't get, though...why is it when I stay out late I wake up earlier the next day?  So annoying.  There I was, wide awake at 6:30 a.m., hanging on for dear life to the last, fading shreds of sleep that clearly had no intentions of carry me along for another hour like I wanted. So, I got up, took care of the dogs, did some emails, then headed to McDonald's (as usual) to start my day.  Gimme that steak burrito and my sweet tea (actually, I got two -- one for the barn) and I'm good to go.  Chatted with my dad for quite some time -- a little pre-Father's day convo, then off to the barn.

Well, I'm off to watch a movie with the dogs.  I might kill one of them tonight.  They keep barking for things that aren't there.  Why can't I have normal dogs?

June 8

Doesn't look like I'll need that rain icon much anytime soon.  I thought this photo of fire was a befitting description of this weekend.  Forget the sun.  I went straight to fire.

Here it is, Sunday.  I took Wednesday off to hang out at the horse show.  Which was absolute madness from a social standpoint.  First off, I met Maggie for breakfast at Eggspectation.  We had a great breakfast and as always Maggie is always a great conversationalist.  I've always respected Maggie's opinions, viewpoints and so forth and she and I are never at a loss for words. 

After that, I headed on to pick Lori up and afterwards, we met back up with Maggie in the parking area at Upperville.  The three of us meandered around, saying hellos to friends along the way and increasing the size of our pack as we moseyed along.  Maggie ended up having to leave so Lori and I carried the torch on.  Sam joined our party, we hunted Tami down along the way and met one of her students, Micheala.  Lisa's mom and sister came so we could all meet Lisa's new horse, Zoe, who is adorable, by the way.  I don't think there was a whiter horse on the property.  Of course I saw Dave, but now, Dave and I see each other regularly so I don't get all excited when I see him anymore.  We're on, "Oh.  It's you," terms now.  Saw Karin and whipped out my collection of black hats for her to borrow for the leadline class which she ended up not needing.  I kind of liked the idea of my hat cruising around the ring without me, but it was not to be.

I did a little shopping -- bought a new belt.  A tradition for me.  One cannot have too many. 

With all of the social activity, Lori swears she only saw four trips go but I think it was more like six.  We hung out at the hunter ring some and spent more time at the jumper ring where I relished a bowl of Tapioca pudding.  I know.  Odd, but I haven't had it in years.  Lori gagged.  I licked the spoon.

We'd had plans to enjoy a leisurely lunch in our laps while sitting in the stands watching the Main Ring go but that didn't happen.  I can't remember who we ran into -- Oh, it was Becky and Karen -- so we talked to them for awhile, then someone called me on my cell phone so we had to head that way and well, we ate our lunch while walking.  Which really wasn't so bad. 

Around the time we were headed to see Lisa's horse, it started raining sideways.  All hell broke loose and everyone ran for the tents.  I have no idea what people on horses did because I was too busy saving my own ass.  Did Lori take the raincoat I gave her?  No.  Was I ridiculously prepared with my faboo Henri-Lloyd Axis jacket and two umbrellas?  Yes.  I even had a change of socks, which I needed because I stepped in a really deep puddle.  It was like out of Indiana Jones.  It looked like solid ground but it wasn't. 

We all stood and yapped until the storm passed.  And once it did, we decided it was time to go home.  I wanted to get out of there before the tractors had to start pulling people out.  Which, when we got to my car, was already in progress.  Thankfully, I did not need tractor-assistance.

Thursday is a blur.  I know I went and got a pedicure.  Did some stuff around the house.  No clue what else.  But the following day, Bob and I left for NJ for his annual Alumni races.  Which I always enjoy.  Alyssa stayed at the house to dog sit. The boys did not win gold this time.  The bronze was theirs instead.  They've gotten a little spoiled with having won it several years in a row.  If not, they get silver.  Haven't seen bronze in awhile.  But, they all posed for pictures like good sports. 

Today, I headed back out to the barn.  I arranged to ride two.  I was glad that Spotz was one of those two.  I'm quite attached to him.  He's quite gotten the hang of the whole jumping thing.  "If I point you at it, you must jump."  He gets that now and doesn't seem to peek at a thing anymore.  We jumped the logs, the roll top, the oxer with the flowers underneath.  He was like, "Whatever."  Which is cool because I don't have to ride so defensively anymore.  Now, I can think a little more about me going to and over the jump.

I worked on Spotz's changes a little bit.  Did them over poles.  He nailed those each time.  I have this video I need to watch.  It's this cowboy dude who talks about doing changes and he shows you about five different ways to do them, which I really like.  Because I think each horse is a little different.  And Lord knows, each person has a different way to teach them.

After our ride, I gave Spotz a very, very good bath.  I am trying to give him a good bath at least once a week.  I conditioned his tail and mane as well and worked very hard on his hind socks.  He actually has them.  Afterwards, I let him graze on the front lawn in the shade and when he was nearly dry, took him back to his field with his buds.  Spotz is very well liked by all of the horses.  He's very friendly.  His friends are always glad to see him back.  It was so hot and I was tired from my rides (I rode Tinker before him) and unfortunately, Tamara was not there to drive me on the golf cart where I could pony Spotz off the back, so I lead Spotz near the fence, climbed up it and I hopped on him bareback with just his lead rope.  He knows the way.  Such a good pony who is going to make some little child very happy.  Just a little guy...

Tinker was a good girl.  Worked a lot on collection and straightness with her.  Did lots of shoulder-ins (thanks to Torrance).  Did collected canters in the corners and lengthening on the long side.  Did lots of walk/trot transitions.  She was good and we ended on a long rein.  Sam was on Henry and the four of us took a long stroll around the farm afterwards.  That's always nice for the horses. 

Such a hot day, but such a nice day.  Nothing better than piddling around the barn.  Oh, and nothing better than having a nice, big, shady indoor to ride in.  So spoiled!!

June 1

Spanish word for the day:  garrapata.  That means 'tick' in Spanish.  Which means, "EWWWWWWWWWWWWW" to me!  Man have I gotten squeamish.  I found a tick on poor Tinker mare this weekend and made Romaldo come get it, then, while rinsing up in Stitch's groin, I found another!  Ewwwww!!  Poor little Stitch.  He had a big welt where that nasty blood sucker had locked on to him.  I made Romaldo come and get that one too.

I'm always asking the guys how to say stuff in Spanish and Romaldo is really good about bringing stuff up several times after he's taught me and incorporating them into sentences or questions to drum it into my head.  I've since learned the word for 'shy' (pena), 'next' (siguiente), 'bath' (baῆo - not to be confused with the word for bathroom -- well, actually it is the same but Romaldo said you use the same word for bath, as in to bathe a horse and you would for bathroom.  I think I can trust him on that).  I'm sure there are more but they aren't coming to me just now. 

Busy weekend.  Bob was in NY so I made plans with my peeps, as usual.  Friday, Dave and I met for dinner and a movie.  Went to see 'Son of Rambow' which was a hoot.  Hit the barn around 9:30 a.m. and ticked (that nasty insect is just stuck in my mind) four horses off of my list.  Rode Spotz, Tinker, Deuce and Jazz.  Tamara, Mary Ann and me went to Glory Days for lunch, which was a nice mid-day diversion from the rigors of riding.  Just as we got into our cars, the skies opened up and it poured, complete with lightning.  As luck would have it, the shower had already passed through the barn area so the sun was out again by the time we got to the barn. 

Next day, I arrived at the barn with McDonald's burritos in hand for the boys and rode Stitch, Landella and Nick.  Nick was the surprise for the day.  He's such a sweet and compliant horse but I hadn't ridden him in quite some time.  It was nice to see how ride able and more 'together' he felt since being in the program there.  For him, I worked on a lot of collection and on exercises that would cause him to use his hind much more.  He's so sweet and does his best to please.  I really enjoyed that ride. 

Bob was back early and I managed to get out of the barn by around 4:00 so when I got home, we headed out for an early dinner.  He and I leave on Friday for his alumni races in NJ. 

I'm only in the office for two days this week because on Wednesday and Thursday, I'll be hanging out at Upperville.  Looking forward to seeing everyone and I'm hoping I get some good pictures!

Oh, here's a blast from the past.  I'd meant to post this eons ago and had been keeping it in my Inbox to remind myself to do so.  It is a picture reflective of the fun times we have on show days.  This pic is of Alyssa after a show.  Of course, I had to go to the grocery store afterwards (I HATE to go to the grocery store) so we swung into Harris Teeter.  I should be thankful that they at least built that on the way home from all the barns I rode/ride at and most showgrounds we frequented.  As much as I gripe about all the housing that goes up, I do love the conveniences that come with them. 

So, we go into Harris Teeter and there was the HT Cowboy, trying to encourage us to buy one of his steaks.  He was really hot but short and flat but we decided he was worth getting our picture taken with.  The pic isn't very good.  I took it with my old PDA.  Anyway, thought I would share!  Good times!

Oooo!  I got my pictures in the mail from Peggy Smith today.  I am SO pleased.  I'm loving my chosen picture over fences even more.  I can see my expression much more closely now and am thrilled with my eye and the overall picture.  I'd thought I might have been looking down a bit before but instead, I am looking up to the next fence and have a much more confident expression than I'd thought.  Really, really pleased and hope I can duplicate all of that at my next show.

May 26

What an exciting weekend it has been!  I started things off with a happy hour with friends at a place near my office.  Which is wonderfully convenient because I can walk right across the WO&D and voila! I'm there!  One of my crazy horse girls, Mary Ann showed up, Tom and Vic (friends I met through Lisa years ago) showed up, Tony did too and a bunch of Tom and Vic's friends showed up.  We had a nice crowd.  Mary Ann and I had to leave at 7 because we both intended on getting out to the barn.  I have to say, this is the first time I have ever gone out before a horse show.  Usually, I get everything done early so I can get a good night's rest.

When I got out to the barn, my intent was to shorten and even up Spotz's mane, clean his legs and shampoo his tail and condition the daylights out of it.  Spotz was very good about the whole process until it came to his tail.  For some odd reason, he wasn't too keen on the rinse cycle.  And trust me, it wasn't like I was touching him with the water at all -- just his tail.  Whatever...I got it all clean, conditioned and combed out and the next day, his tail was a beautiful sight to behold.  So were the giant poo stains on his sides.  But, since we had hours to kill before we went, I knew I could bathe him at the show grounds.

I was up at 5 a.m. and going thru McDonald's drive-thru by about 5:45 a.m..  I got my standard McSkillet Burrito, sweet tea combo and was on my merry way.  We were supposed to pull out at 6:30 a.m. but unbeknownst to me, that plan changed to 7:00 a.m..  I helped wrap a few horses, bring a few in and get a few fed and soon, we were on our way. 

Once we got settled in at the show, I headed to WalMart to pick up some yarn for Spotz's mane.  What sucked was, the selection wasn't great and none of the yarn was really strong enough for braiding.  I settled for an off-white cotton yarn.  While tying off the first braid, the yarn snapped.  I just had to be a little more careful and everything ended up fine and the braids all held up well.  Yes, I was the only person on the entire show grounds braided.  For some people, schooling shows are beneath them and a chance for them to be lazier.  For me, it is just another horse show.  The operative words being 'horse show'.  Which means that I'm going to dress up, clean up, buff up and braid up just as I would for a rated show which means that it is a routine for me.  Routines are easier for me to stick to and I cannot stand to see a picture of a rider in a hunter class all dressed up in their jacket and matching shirt with a horse's mane flying.  It's like nails on a chalkboard for me.  It's also just part of my preparation and I like to be fully prepared, otherwise, something just seems out of whack for me.  Anyway, I braved the ribbing from my camp while I braided Spotz's mane and shined my boots and pondered thoughtfully, "What would George Do?"  I have to say, what really made my day was how delighted Katie (the young lady who takes lessons on Spotz) was when she saw Spotz in his braids.  That was really worth it.  It was her first horse show ever.

I most enjoyed running into friends.  I finally got to see my friend, Byrd -- she and her horse, Promises Kept, have been very successful through the years.  It was great to catch up with her.  She and I went to college together -- actually both Averett and Intermont.  We were in classes together and did IHSA together and did the summer program together at VI.  She is such a good rider and I'd always envied her riding.  She's married now and has two boys. 

I got to chat with Kate, who I met years ago through Dave.  She was training Nicole on Andy -- the pony that I rode last summer.  Nicole owns the pony and I have a soft spot in my heart for that pony because he's who got me going over fences again.  He was a real confidence builder for me. 

My friend Karin also came with her lovely mare, Gracie.  I caught up with Peggy Smith who I was just thrilled with because she got some great pix of Spotz and me (I'll provide links below).  And it was nice to chat briefly with Bob and Karen, a couple who boarded at the same barn where I taught and boarded Buster in Nokesville years ago. 

OK, here we go...picture time!  Here is the picture I chose to buy an 8x10 of.  It's a pretty darn good picture of the both of us!  If I were to pick myself apart, I'd like to see me look up more, drop my hands a few inches down for the release so I wasn't so close to his braids and do a little longer of a release so my hands are resting a little closer to where a martingale strap would be.  That would create a straighter line from mouth to elbow.  Lastly, I'd like to see my elbows in a little more.  But, all in all, it's a great picture!  While they are not exceptionally high, Spotz's little knees are square, his jump looks relaxed and his little ears are forward and he looks like he's enjoying his job.  Yes, I put hoof oil on him.  Next time, I'll switch back to my darker Fiebings.  The clear stuff I use tends to look too natural.  I like my hooves to look polished in pictures. 

Here's another picture.  The pony wasn't as cute in this one but I still like us both overall.  I get a huge kick out of this picture. The funniest thing is, I rode in Katie's saddle because like an idiot, I forgot to bring my saddle to the ring).  Note the Peacock stirrups!  Look how big I am on him!  Spotzsy won that class!  We were third over fences (out of three!) but hey, it was Spotz's first horse show and he almost quit jumping into the judge's line but I clucked and kicked and he trusted me and we went on!  Plus, I remembered that he always runs to the left when he stops so I carried my stick on that side and closed that side with my leg and used a right opening rein and that did the trick.

I should also add that while we did school at those grounds two nights prior (he was very brave them as well, only stopping at the brick wall), the only preparation I did for Spotz prior to going in and jumping was to trot an X, keep the canter to roll back and canter down hill over a vertical, then cantered an oxer.  I like knowing that he was such a star with so little preparation.  We were all just thrilled with Spotz's performance.  I had a great time and I swear, I wish every horse I rode went like him. 

Spotz and Katie won two sixth place ribbons in their Pleasure classes,  edging out a few more experienced horses and riders and got a fourth in their Novice Walk, Trot class.  I'm not sure what we got in the Warm Up but should know in a few days when they update the site. 

Here's my favorite picture because you can see how tiny he is compared to me!  And, you can also see that I don't have a beer belly like it looks like I have in the picture below!

May 19

It's been forever since I've written.  Even the post below was just a really quick posting.  There's no way I'll be able to catch you up on everything but I'll try. 

Let's see -- Lisa, my best friend, made her annual trip to town for the Gold Cup party she throws every year.  This year, she made her charity the Loudoun County Animal Shelter.  That day, she raised nearly $3000 (some of us also donated to the shelter prior to the event) for the shelter and she and her husband, Phil, matched everyone's donations which was just so, so generous.  Lisa's probably the most generous person I know.  The event's judges chat with all of the folks who get tents on the hill and give awards.  Lisa got an award for Hospitality for her fundraising efforts.  There we are to the right with her prize.  She was a maniac with the thing when she got back to the tent which was absolutely hysterical.  That's my girl!  There are literally hundreds of pictures that we all took from the day.  Everyone had a great time. 

Rain continues to be plentiful.  We have had some very spectacular days, though. 

The last time I got a text from Hakim, he was in Nashville, TN.  I need to get him to take a new pic of himself to send to me.  His friend has improved his site a bit -- it's fun to read the comments from all the people that run into Hakim. 

I've had probably three more lessons with Torrance since my first and I continue to be completely humbled by everything I learn and can't quite master just yet.  It is because of Patricia's generosity that Torrance teaches me and I am incredibly grateful for the experience.  Torrance is amazing and leaves in a little over a week and I am truly going to be sad when she does leave.  She has been so encouraging and patient but she's also noted how hard I try to get things right.  She told me this past Sunday that it was refreshing to teach someone who tried so hard.  That was a nice compliment.  It was also such a nice compliment when she said, "very, very good ride" to me the last time.  I'm seriously 12 all over again when she compliments me.  The most sobering thing for me, though, is that I seriously would need to work on what she is teaching me for years before I get it right.  At least before it is second nature like many of the other things I do in my riding. 

I can't recall if I've ever said anything about it on this site but I want to each year, send myself 'to camp'.  I'd like to work with a different professional each year for a week and learn everything I can.  Torrance would be the first person I think I'd want to do that with.  I can't bear the thought of not getting to the point where I'm able to do all the things she's taught me well and I'll need a lot more of her help to get it right. 

OK, and for what it is worth, I realize that I look like I have a beer belly in that picture of us to the left, I swear, I've not had any beer and I'm still a size 4 the last time I checked.  But I'm always so exhausted after our lessons that it is quite possible that I just did not have the energy to hold my paunch in anymore.  But I'm betting I weigh more than Torrance and I know she's got me by a few years.  I have no clue how old she is but if you look at her, you'd think...eh...maybe early 50's.  But I know that is a low number.  As I've said before, she is still stunning and amazingly, does not have a horsewoman's skin (translation, hers is really good) and is in better shape than probably 80% of today's population of 20-somethings and I can guarantee you, she's in better shape than me!  Anyway, I'm going to miss her and she won't be back until next year.  :(

I am happy to report that I have FINALLY gotten a picture of the pinto deer.  I was headed to my lesson on Forrest with Torrance the other day.  On this day, Torrance came to Blue Ridge because the footing was too soggy from all the rain at her place.  I seriously had gotten into the habit of a) never leaving home without my camera and b) having it out of the bag, on the seat, lens cap off and switched to 'ON' as I approached Rokeby each day I went through there.  On this day, I was not running late and YES I had my camera with me. 

As I slowed down, I looked over the stone wall to my right -- nothing.  Then, I looked to my left and voila! there they were!  The whole herd and the pinto deer with them!  Nice thing about being in the country is that you can actually pull your car off on the shoulder and more often than not, not have a car pass you for some time.  I was careful to pull way off the perfectly manicured shoulder that ran along the Mellon's stone wall, turn on my flashers, and jump out and catch the picture before their security came and got me. 

The deer sticks out like a sore thumb and is easily seen from quite a distance.  I was very careful not to disturb the herd as I snuck up to the stone wall.  One deer did see me but the deer out there are so unused to being bothered by humans that he didn't bother to alert the others of my presence.  Anyway, I snapped away and was thrilled when I saw the pictures on my camera.

 Now that I have a picture of him, I don't even think I can call him a pinto.  Basically, he has a brown head, a weird black spot above his muzzle, a white body and some brown flecking in his coat.  In the horse world, we might call him a roan.   Here he is!

Other excitement is that Codi came to visit me for lunch one day.  She is just beyond gorgeous.  It's hard to believe she is the age I was when I was first married!  Ack!  What an idiot I was!  I see her and see that she has such a life ahead of her.  She's definitely getting herself on her way and it is exciting to hear about the prospects that she has cooking.  Again, much too early in the planning stages for me to share at this point but I'm sure you'll be hearing more about her ventures in the coming months once something gels.

As usual, I've been riding like a maniac.  Have actually pulled back a bit, though.  I'm no longer riding on Friday nights or Saturdays, if I can help it.  I did ride this past Saturday because Bob had reserves.  But with spring being here and the weather so nice, I want to spend more time doing some things with Bob.  I have plenty of time to ride all the other days of the week.  There will be some exceptions of course and this weekend is going to be one of those.

This weekend, I just might be showing Spotz!  Lori is trailering us to school on Wednesday night and dependent upon how things go, Spotz and I just might be doing some courses away from home!  He's been schooling great and has been so brave.  He is now to the point where if I trot a new jump first, I can circle back around and canter it the second time.  There are some that I have been able to just canter up to as well.  So, I think he's getting the hang of things -- Wednesday will tell me a lot.  Pix of Spotz below...

Spotz is quite small.  That's him on the left with Landella.  Notice how much higher her rump is over the top board of the fence and how low his is.  Spotz is a medium pony. Look how cute he is.

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Well, that's all I've got for today.  My prince awaits!

May 1

Well, there's my bud Hakim.  I check in with him from time to time to see how he's doing.  Here's a pic he took of himself when he was just outside of Knoxville, TN.  You might recall from my post on April 7 that he is walking from NY to CA.  It's fun to go to his website (link above) to read about people who have seen him.  All of us are watching and hoping that he makes it safely to CA.  I think I'm most worried when he starts to cross the desert.

Spring is at full tilt now.  We continue to get lots of rain but we're enjoying some sunshine as well.  I don't think there is a farmer around right now who isn't benefiting from the rain.  At least not the ones that grow hay.  Already, farmers are getting their first cuts.

The other night, I noticed they'd mowed Rokeby and as I was marveling at how well the pinto deer manages to appear when I don't have my camera with me, I noticed his herd was nibbling on the freshly cut grass which will soon end up as hay in a lucky horse's belly. 

That night, I was on my way out to ride Forrest at Blue Ridge.  I was so, so pleased with our ride.  I've been practicing what Torrance has been trying to teach us and things started to click.  I have a lesson with her on Sunday so I'm hoping she notices the improvement. 

Keeping this short because I know I'm going to have tons to write about after Sunday.