Ramblings...
I am sitting here at work, bored to tears. I have absolutely nothing to do. I could ask for something, but I am afraid of what might come up because my boss and I aren't exactly great friends.
I have been looking at horses for sale on the web. I seriously don't know what is wrong with people in the equestrian world. They think that putting a saddle on a horse and walking and trotting around makes it worth 5k. WTF? I especially love the line "cute mover" which means my horse's shoulder is so verticle, he moves like a 90 year old woman.
And what is up with the lack of an eye in the Equestrian community? Granted, there are some very knowledgable, and talented riders there, but seriously. Pulling on your horse's mouth, him giving in pain, and then you completely letting go of the reins is not give and take or bending or rounding, or going on the bit. And just because you have a beautiful Westphalian mare jumping large fences, it does not mean she jumps correct. Seriously, has your trainer ever heard of gymnastics? Your horse is so flat over the jumps, her belly hangs down below her knees. George "fing" Morris likes to call this split belly jumper. I don't know everything, and I sure don't claim to, but it annoys me when people who claim to know everything can't see obvious faults.
Okay, now that I am done with that, I am taking Niko out to ride with Shannon and her horse. She has better facilities than I do, and I have been trying to get Niko used to new places. We went to Trinity Park and rode last Saturday, and that was the first time Niko didn't need spurs to be poked and proded along. He was very forward, excited to be out, and fresh. He even crow hopped a little, which is totally unlike him. We had a blast, and it made me think I may be able to make an eventer out of him after all.
I wish a friend of mine would hurry up and have her baby already, but I guess Addison is going to be stubborn and delay her apperence as long as possible. I don't blame her, I'd want to stay in a warm belly as long as possible before coming out into the cruel, cold world.
I have been trying to work out more, and I am even doing yoga to help improve my stress levels with this new job and my retarded boss. That is a great workout, and since I am trying to get back into shape for competitive riding, it helps a tremndous amount. I just hope I get really good and skinny like all of the yoga instructors. Of course, all they eat is tofu...
I watched Sicko the other day, the new Michael Moore flick about the lack of healthcare for Americans. It makes your blood boil. I know Moore is a bit of a sensationalist, but some of these things you cannot ignore. I am moving to France. That is all.
I have been looking at horses for sale on the web. I seriously don't know what is wrong with people in the equestrian world. They think that putting a saddle on a horse and walking and trotting around makes it worth 5k. WTF? I especially love the line "cute mover" which means my horse's shoulder is so verticle, he moves like a 90 year old woman.
And what is up with the lack of an eye in the Equestrian community? Granted, there are some very knowledgable, and talented riders there, but seriously. Pulling on your horse's mouth, him giving in pain, and then you completely letting go of the reins is not give and take or bending or rounding, or going on the bit. And just because you have a beautiful Westphalian mare jumping large fences, it does not mean she jumps correct. Seriously, has your trainer ever heard of gymnastics? Your horse is so flat over the jumps, her belly hangs down below her knees. George "fing" Morris likes to call this split belly jumper. I don't know everything, and I sure don't claim to, but it annoys me when people who claim to know everything can't see obvious faults.
Okay, now that I am done with that, I am taking Niko out to ride with Shannon and her horse. She has better facilities than I do, and I have been trying to get Niko used to new places. We went to Trinity Park and rode last Saturday, and that was the first time Niko didn't need spurs to be poked and proded along. He was very forward, excited to be out, and fresh. He even crow hopped a little, which is totally unlike him. We had a blast, and it made me think I may be able to make an eventer out of him after all.
I wish a friend of mine would hurry up and have her baby already, but I guess Addison is going to be stubborn and delay her apperence as long as possible. I don't blame her, I'd want to stay in a warm belly as long as possible before coming out into the cruel, cold world.
I have been trying to work out more, and I am even doing yoga to help improve my stress levels with this new job and my retarded boss. That is a great workout, and since I am trying to get back into shape for competitive riding, it helps a tremndous amount. I just hope I get really good and skinny like all of the yoga instructors. Of course, all they eat is tofu...
I watched Sicko the other day, the new Michael Moore flick about the lack of healthcare for Americans. It makes your blood boil. I know Moore is a bit of a sensationalist, but some of these things you cannot ignore. I am moving to France. That is all.