Ahh...well I'm not sure how I'm going to do this blog thing. I feel the urge to write, although I'm not particularly good - or good at all, for that matter. I also love telling stories and talking, so you'd think I'd be 'a bloggin' all the time. *sigh* it's just not that easy - I have a curious husband who will peep in on me while I'm typing - and that just throws me off, so I'll delete everything I'd written and throw my hands up. So, he's cleaning right now (can you believe it)? I'm a lucky lady! So, I suppose I'll give it a shot.
I actually am going to try and do this alot more often, so time will tell I guess.Anyway, I'd really like to kind of vent or talk or TyPe :) about my experience with horses. It's a long long long longgggg story, so to start with - - - I have been riding horses for a long time, my mom was a horse freak when she was growing up, so by the time I was really, 6 days old, my mom had me in front of her on a horse. Of course, I didn't really start riding my own until I was about 4-years - when I had my first horse show. I remember being obsessed with horses and my first memories I remember riding my stuffed bunny around the house as if it were a horse at 3 1/2 years. I'm sure many can relate to that - it's the same old horse obsessed youth story that every horse person tells.
I come from a blue collar family, and my dad is NOT a horse person. So, growing up until the age of about 13 I had Quarter Horses (my mom's horse of choice). First I had Red Julio - or Leo - who tragically died of Colic when I was 8. Then my mom purchased Flashy Bit O' Luck (out of Dodger's Playboy). Geez, times have changed. I remember my mom really hunting the land for a good horse that she liked and could afford (try $500.00). We went everywhere, looked at some really nice, calm horses (atleast in my 8-year old eyes they were). One day, we came to a large old farm. The barn was the old style, high roofs and painted red. It was faded, but kept up decently well. The old horse trader who owned the place began showing us some of his stock - we started with an older black gelding. "No" my mom sighed, "he won't do."
I actually am going to try and do this alot more often, so time will tell I guess.Anyway, I'd really like to kind of vent or talk or TyPe :) about my experience with horses. It's a long long long longgggg story, so to start with - - - I have been riding horses for a long time, my mom was a horse freak when she was growing up, so by the time I was really, 6 days old, my mom had me in front of her on a horse. Of course, I didn't really start riding my own until I was about 4-years - when I had my first horse show. I remember being obsessed with horses and my first memories I remember riding my stuffed bunny around the house as if it were a horse at 3 1/2 years. I'm sure many can relate to that - it's the same old horse obsessed youth story that every horse person tells.
I come from a blue collar family, and my dad is NOT a horse person. So, growing up until the age of about 13 I had Quarter Horses (my mom's horse of choice). First I had Red Julio - or Leo - who tragically died of Colic when I was 8. Then my mom purchased Flashy Bit O' Luck (out of Dodger's Playboy). Geez, times have changed. I remember my mom really hunting the land for a good horse that she liked and could afford (try $500.00). We went everywhere, looked at some really nice, calm horses (atleast in my 8-year old eyes they were). One day, we came to a large old farm. The barn was the old style, high roofs and painted red. It was faded, but kept up decently well. The old horse trader who owned the place began showing us some of his stock - we started with an older black gelding. "No" my mom sighed, "he won't do."
As we made our way slowly back to the car, my mom stopped and scanned the pastures one last time. "That sorrel horse, way out there.." she began.
"He's crazy, and not appropriate for a young rider." The horse trader answered, before my mom had a chance to finish.My mom began asking all sorts of questions, and after quite a debate, the horse trader rounded up a group of helpers and they headed out for the sorrel gelding in the pasture.
I don't remember much of the chase, but I do remember that after quite a while, they had the gelding saddled and bridled. "I'm not riding this horse, ma'am, but you're more than welcome." The horse trader said to my mom. I was pulled back a ways for safetys sake, along with the small group of men who were gathered to watch. My mom climbed up on the gelding, and the moment she had her butt in that beat up old saddle, the horse reared - high - I craned my neck up just to see his front legs. My mom, being the cowgirl she was in those days, sat astride the little red gelding, took the ends of her reins, wapped him a few times, spun him in a circle and away they went. He jigged and jagged a bit, but other than that, she was able to settle him right down.
Now, I am not the brave rider I used to be, and to this day I have no idea what either I or my mom was thinking, but I wanted to ride....and she let me! Good Gosh!!!! So, I rode and my mom bought the 14'2 hand spitfire named FLASHY, beat up saddle and all.I have many memories about my adventures with Flash, that I'll continue on my next posts.
This is Flashy Bit O' Luck ~ Circa~ 1989.Good, I feel like I've got a good start on this blog. I'm going to make a real effort to make it good and packed with tons of information about my usually boring, sometimes exciting and occasionally embarrassing life.I've dug through old photos and found a picture of Flash grazing in my parents backyard after a bath. I would ride him from the place he was boarded to my parents house which was about a mile.
I don't remember much of the chase, but I do remember that after quite a while, they had the gelding saddled and bridled. "I'm not riding this horse, ma'am, but you're more than welcome." The horse trader said to my mom. I was pulled back a ways for safetys sake, along with the small group of men who were gathered to watch. My mom climbed up on the gelding, and the moment she had her butt in that beat up old saddle, the horse reared - high - I craned my neck up just to see his front legs. My mom, being the cowgirl she was in those days, sat astride the little red gelding, took the ends of her reins, wapped him a few times, spun him in a circle and away they went. He jigged and jagged a bit, but other than that, she was able to settle him right down.
Now, I am not the brave rider I used to be, and to this day I have no idea what either I or my mom was thinking, but I wanted to ride....and she let me! Good Gosh!!!! So, I rode and my mom bought the 14'2 hand spitfire named FLASHY, beat up saddle and all.I have many memories about my adventures with Flash, that I'll continue on my next posts.
This is Flashy Bit O' Luck ~ Circa~ 1989.Good, I feel like I've got a good start on this blog. I'm going to make a real effort to make it good and packed with tons of information about my usually boring, sometimes exciting and occasionally embarrassing life.I've dug through old photos and found a picture of Flash grazing in my parents backyard after a bath. I would ride him from the place he was boarded to my parents house which was about a mile.
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