It's hard, but I'm getting over it.

I cried driving home yesterday, when I glanced by at my pasture, and didn't see him standing there.
It breaks my heart not having him talking to me at feeding time.
I can't bear not having him nearly running me over to get stratched.

But, I know he is going to a great home. This is the first time I have ever sold a horse, and I'm not taking it too lightly. Tears are never far away, but I've been keeping my chin up. I've caught my self about 10 times, saying "I have 5 horses". Nope, down to four. Haven't been down to four since I very first got Rebel.

I miss him so much. </3

60th Post: Rebel's New Home

Rebel: you've been my best friend for the past three years. You've taught me a lot about horses, patience, and life. You've come so far when I got you during that dark stage of my life. You brightened it up and gave me reason to love and hope. Without you, I wouldn't be who I am now. Silly, to blame this all on a horse, but really, it's fact. No one has spoken to my heart the way you have, and you did it without saying anything at all. I promise I will come and visit you in your new home. I hoped and prayed somebody like this would come along for you, and I always believed it wouldn't happen. But, luck has found us both. I found you, and now, you will have found your perfect, forever home. I'm going to miss you so much, but I am so happy that you found somebody so willing to love you, as I have the past 3 years. Goodbyes are never easy, but I know this won't be forever. Rebel-ebel, I love you with all my heart, and I know you will love your new home. Have fun in this new stage of your life:)

A guy came out to look at Rebel today. I had to leave work because I was crying so hard, I thought I wouldn't be able to say good bye.
You know, it's hard to find amazing home's for compainion horses.
I am SO lucky to have found a home for Rebel. The guy has 122 acres, down by the river, his own hay feilds, and a barn with AC. I offered $200 for Rebel. The guy handed me $400, and I cried my eyes out trying to tell him I didn't want his money, but he teared up and so I didn't have much choice. Rebel is going to a fantastic home, where he will be loved forever:)

Wow, what is money?!

So, I've made around $1,500 this summer. How much of it have I spent on myself? (not including gas or food)
About $40.
Woot.
Most of my money went towards hay, which certainly doesn't bother me, but it wasn't till the very end of the summer I got the hours I was wanting. I brought home a $404 check today, which made me VERY happy. I also spent $57 for a speaker for the boyfriend..I swear...if he blows that thing out............

Lets see...what shall I buy.
Dream, Rosie and Dusty need dental work. Soooo..somebody give me what it normaly costs to get your horses(or mules, hehe) teeth done?
I'm in need of jeans. Bad. Like, all mine got cut up this summer, because I was in need of shorts!
But I can get those at a thrift store, easy.
A few nice shirts, I don't need much, just something I can really mix and match with.
Rommel reins
Black splint boots
A hat that fits.


Well, I doubt I will be able to get everything on my list, but I'll figure it out.
Wednesday will be my first day off in 2 weeks. I've been working outside, 11am-7pm in about 100 degree plus weather. Yipee for me!!!! I'm planning on doing a little shopping, and getting my poor dog's hair cut. Poor little Jasmine.
Oh, wait. You'v never met my other pets! STORY TIIIIIME!

We got Jasmine when I was about 7ish, she is a black tri Australian Shepard. I swear, she has COPD or asthma or something, ha poor girl breathes so hard. She loves running up and down up and down the fence allll damn day. Then, jump in the pool to cool off. She is much more slowed down now that she has aged, she tends to stay inside where it is cool during the day, then go outside at night. She's a really sweet girl! She get's jealous though when you pet my other dog:P

Then, I have Wally. She is a Welsh Corgi/Labrador mix...Hell yes. I own a Corgidor. She is about a month younger than Jasmine, and what she lacks in height, she gains in awkwardness. She is a super goof ball!! She doesn't believe she is a dog..more of like a Dingo. Fetch? Whaaaa?!?! Her hobbies include:jumping, staring, hoping, howling, staring, wagging, more staring, not eating, getting yeast infections in her ears, more staring..

I also have a pet bird. I've had him for about 7 years. He is a yellow Cockatiel. I think he looks like the Pokeman Peekachoo (totaly just failed the spelling)! He is narotic, and we cannot keep him in his cage or else he starts his crazy habit of eating himself. He will literally bore a hole in his wing, and bleed, and scream. Silly bird.

Roots are never firmly planted.

They can be ripped away in a heart beat.



I don't want to go into it.

Let's just say, I'm counting every night I spend in this house. Each one could be my last.
Our house is more than likely going to get foreclosed.
Where do I turn?
I asked Kasey if, this does happen, if I can keep my horses at her house, even if just for a little bit.
I hate asking favors of other people. Especially if it requires me to burst out into tears over the phone.

As much as I hate this house, this is HOME. I have spent half of my life here. I grew up here.
I lost my best friend in my barn.
I can show you every stump, lump and weed in my pasture.
I can tell you the stories.
I know exactly where my feet are planted at all times.
I know where my roots are.

But now, it feels like something is slowly boring me out of my dirt. I feel like time is ticking slowly, I only have so much time left.

I'm so glad I have blogging to turn to. When I have no one to talk to, at least I can talk to myself. And, then maybe someone will hear the words that I scream in my head over and over.

In better news, I found somebody who is interested in Rebel. She sounds perfect. A little horse obsessed girl, just like I was when looking for my first horse.:)
Oh, and it's raining. Praise God, thank you!!!! Hay was going up to $11 just for a square bale of bermuda.

This beautiful flower has been growing outside my window all summer. It's thorny and no so pleasent to the touch, but definately something small, that I would have taken for granted.

I've spread myself thin across the asphalt.

That just sounded like a cool title:P

But really, I have. I've tried too hard to get myself in too many equine activities. I'm with the OkFQHR and the Freedom Riders, but I also try to be apart of the Oklahom Family Equestrains (a trail riding group) and do barrels on Wednesday. And not to mention being rodeo princess for the Tuttle Round Up Club.
I can't do all this anymore.

In a year, I will be in college. I've already started planning things out the best I can, and as my mom said, I've spread myself too thin. I try to put myself into different activities and diciplens, and at this point I have become to specialized. I was going to have Dream for just poles, Sassy for just barrels, Dusty just for cow events, and Rosie for just drill and foundation shows.

Tonight at the rodeo, I entered in barrels. Really, I feel I entered it as a last resort to tell myself to give it up..barrels just don't work for me anymore. I'm tired of competing with snobish brats on $25,000 horses that they flat out don't deserve. I love going fast, and I love turning hard, but I'm not going to be able to compete at any level in it, there is no doubt about that. My parents aren't flithy rich, I'm not spoiled (for the most part LOL), and I don't have the horses that are up to that calliber.
Rosie wasn't flexing around the turns, we hit a barrel (never happened to me), and she just seemed off.
It was a cue for me.

I'm thinking about starting team sorting. That's something all my horses (except Dream, since she has never seen a cow lol and Rebel...duh) could be really great at, not just one of them. I'd still do side things with them, but not as much as I do now. I like having an all around horse, but I'd rather have 3 horses that are great at the same job. And, as for Dream, when I go to college I am putting her up for lease. There is no way I could sell my first horse. She's a PERFECT canidate for a lease, she just needs a little tweaking here and there and would be amazing at any direction you point her in. Personaly, I'd love to get into hunter/jumper, but, that would just be one more thing to add to my plate. See how this works for me now?! Lol!

I'm loving this picture of me and Dream!!!

As much as I want to, I am feeling that it is time for me to give up Rebel. I need to give us both the chance to expand. He will always be my baby bear, but he could become some other little girls baby bear too..:( With this massive hay shortage, I just can't keep 5 horses over the winter. I'm going to make sure he goes to the PERFECT home. I'm not giving him away, well, maybe I am, but I'm not shoving him out. I don't think I could last one month without him following me step for step....

The horse obsessed girl in all of us.

While sitting at a drill meeting last night, I randomly thought.
Every girl in this room was me once.
Every girl begged their parents for a pony.
Every girl sat up dreaming about their riding lesson the next day.
Every girl played with toy horses for hours on end.

I few days ago, while loping on Rosie, I had a thought. The first time I cantered, it was a strange gait. Infact, every gait was strange. It was a miracle to think of myself sitting, stride for stride upon a 1,200 animal, perfectly in tune. When I was younger, it was an awkward sense of freedom. I didn't know where I was going or how I was doing it, but I knew the lesson pony would calmly canter around the indoor arena until I said "whoa".

Every one of these girls was a biggener at some point, and it would be foolish to say that Clinton Anderson started out knowing every little thing about horses. We pick things up as we go along, if we keep our ears and eyes open. Books can tell you a lot about horses, but you won't learn anything until you actually lay your hands on a horse..

The most valuable things that I have ever learned about horses, were from trainers, ferriers and other horsemen (other than where the "poll" is located on a horse. First part of the horse I ever memorized). Karen taught me always to practice slow. Charles taught me it's not in your hands, but in your seat. Rod taught me where I should properly place my saddle on a horses back (when I first got a horse, Dream, I had a thing about putting it behind her withers lol).

It's sad to think though, not all these girls will enjoy horses 10 years from now. Some of them, will just grow tired of it, or just not see any use. Most of these girls are the ones that don't always take advice from other riders. Their horses act up, and they refuse to realize that it's their fault as a rider. They realize that riding just isn't as fun as they were hoping, and they loose touch with their inner equestrain.

I'm still as horse obsessed as I was 14 years ago. I still draw horses on every peice of paper I can find, I'm always surfing the internet learning about horses, I'm outside as much as I can be (except for now......110 degrees, no thanks!) just sitting and laying in the pasture adoring my "babies"..

Another thing that gets kids out of horses, is having horses pushed on them. Their parents buy them an expessive horse, get them going to big time shows, riding a horse that is totally out of their league. Or, the parents that make their kids do way more equine activities than they would like. They just want to ride, have fun with friends and enjoy the bond with their horse.

I'm glad my parents never pushed it on me. They challenged me, yes, but they never made me do something I wasn't wanting to do (other than the time I was scared to lope on Dream 6 months after she bucked me off..my mom wasn't to happy about that lol).

Just for kicks and giggles.........gotta love my dad!

Red Dirt Ride!

*Sorry for the late posting, I have been dreading writing this for some reason and it's taken me a while to finish it. Maybe because I tend to ramble...

Well, I'll talk about it as best as I can.
It's about 90 degrees in this house. We got our AC working THURSDAY. It broke. AGAIN. Darn you people that built this house. HAVE YOU NO KNOWLEDGE?! Believe me, my mom is gonna give somebody an earful. And our house has two AC units, one for each half of this house.

ANYWAYS. Red Dirt Ride. Duh.
Thursday:
I got there around 7PM-ish, and I got my horses bedded down and ready for practice at nine. In the mean time, I had a severe emotional breakdown.
Me and my dad had left with the horses straight to Duncan, and my mom was driving up from Norman to join us in my truck. Well, my truck "blew up" as my dad said as he packed up the truck to go get my mom. I wasn't wanting anyone to have to pay for my truck messing up. I called my mom to confirm, she said it was just a hose or something. I was already upset and teary eyed ( I love my little truck-truck like my child!) then my dad called me and said "Kai..I don't want you to freak out...the guy that pulled over to help your mom got hit by a van...I'm pretty sure he is dead". I didn't believe him and I shrugged it off, until my parents wouldn't answer texts. So I called my mom, and she was crying. I then learned it wasn't the man that pulled over to help her, about 100 yards behind my truck a handicapped man lost control of his van, hit the gaurd rail, got ejected from his van as it flew 10 feet into the air, and it landed ontop of him. Several of the team moms came up to me, and even team members that saw me bawling my eyes out at my trailer, gave me hugs and had prayer. Which is awkward for me, but I took it in stride. I am no way a religious person, I believe in God and that he is my savior, yeah yeah yeah.
Once I was up on my horse, I felt more at ease. Sassy acted great during practice and that really helped me.

Friday:
Woke up around 7ish, fed Rosie and Sassy around 8, and spent an hour and a half bathing them. Not because they were being difficult, they were acting awesome, I just have a set way I like to do when I give baths. And let me tell ya, the red part of Sassy's tail, looked platinum blonde. First performance was Short Program with Sassy, and she did rrrreally good. It was my first time ever riding her with the chaps, and in some of the manuevers she had other peoples chaps flapping right in her face, and she never batted an eye. Proud of her!
Next event was Freestyle, which I rode Rosie on. I don't remember much, but I do know one thing; Rosie does infact, have a fan club. When she did the "crack the whip" (favorite manuever: It's like a rotating wheel, with two spokes, and one spoke races around and catches up with the other spoke), all I heard was "YEAHHHH GO ROSIE GO!" out of about 10 different parents mouths. Made me feel so proud of her!
That night a lot of the team members went for a swim in the pool. Kara was there, and so were her two "guy friends". They left, and Gabby looked like she was pouting on a chair, so I went to go see what was wrong. I asked her what was the matter, and she said "nothing". I asked where Kara went, and I got a big "THAT'S what's wrong!"...ughhhh. Kara went into the sauna at the hotel with the two guys, no one else. I know that she knows them, but that's a terrible way to act when you are out on a drill team event. I wouldn't even go with my boyfriend into a sauna by ourselves, it would be terribly awkward and I know how to properly act.
That rant is now OVER.

Saturday:
Well. Shucks.
I don't remember much. In the Rodeo division, Sassy thought it would be AWESOME to stop in the middle of a manuever to try to go say HI to a buddy. Thankfully I caught it just intime and I don't think a judge noticed.
In Theme, I entered the arena on a bad note, my flag was a lot longer than I thought, and it hit the top of the gate. Then, I forgot to stop in the middle of the arena. Oooops! THEN, a whistle got blown wrong (doesn't affect any of the other riders, but it put me and the other flag rider in switched positions) so I had to ride a position I didn't entirely know, and Madison (other flag) got confused a little too.
At the awards ceremony, we got 2nd in everything. Then, they awarded us High Point and Overall. And we were like "WHAAAAAAAAAA?!" Then, 5 minutes later, they gave it to the Rangerettes. Silly computers.
I recently found out, in the Rodeo Division, the Rangerettes beat us by only FIFTY points. That, my friend, is a number I will go in second too, ANY DAY.
Then, in theme, we got beat by only TWELVE points, becuase the other team had "theatrics". They kissed in the drill....no thanks. I'll loose to that, no problemo.

Sadly, we didn't get any pictures of me on Rosie. This is me on Sassy (behind the grey).

She is an amazing drill horse! I never would have expected her to try so hard for a 4 year old!

There was a professional photographer there, but I can't seem to find proofs..

Updates on my head injury

I'm pretty much all better. I have a teeeny tiny ring of blood on my eye, it's hard to notice unless you really look. I deffinately have a scar on the side of my head, and it feels like there is some permanent scar tissue under it. My finger is the only thing that bothers me anymore, I'm pretty sure I have nerve damage in it, because if I grab something weird with that hand it will send a spasm of pain from my finger across my hand. All my bruises and such are gone! Here are pictures from the rest of the week when I banged up my head:

Lets see, I got kicked on a Thursday, and this was the following Saturday morning.

Saturday evening, already able to open my eye (with some difficulty).

Some of the blood in my eye. I have better pictures where my entire eye was red, but I haven't gotten them off my phone yet.

Arrr! I'm a pirate!

And I went to work like that. So very attractive, no wonder all those little kids where crying!

The bruise went away in about 2 or 2 1/2 weeks, the blood in my eye took it's own sweet time.

Today: 99.9% Better!!! Gotta love that work uniform shirt...

FOR ALL YOU YOUNGEN'S OUT THURR

This is something that I believe every teenager should do NOW, and I STRONGLY believe it.
GO to your bank.
SET UP an IRA account.
EVERY so often, put money in it.

You'd have to be stupid to not do it.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gStH5oFDQDw

Actually, don't do it. Just give your money to me, so I can fix my AC. Tomorrow will be the 30th straight day in Oklahoma with triple digit temps, and we have had no AC for about that time. Woot woot.

Watch what you say.

Sorry I haven't posted in a while. It's been very boring lately and I haven't been able to think of anything worth posting, and I still can't. My head is pretty much all better and the blood is almost completely gone from my eye.


I mean, I'm the last one to say this, seeming as my mouth has no limits half the time.

REMEMBER CHILDEREN, GRAMMAR SAVES LIVES.
1. Let's eat Grandma!
2. Let's eat, Grandma!

Just had to put that in here :D

So I am Tuttle Rodeo Princess, and have become friends with the Queen, Kara. I have always felt that I was cheated on not becoming queen, not because I think I am better (in no way do I think that) but because of a few certain things. At the Queen Competition or whatever it was called, I had the best try out, as said by the judges themselves. I was the oldest girl out of the group. Kara is from Texas, she is a year younger than me, and she is the President's grandaughter. Maybe it all sounds a little fishy to me, but oh well. I'll try out for a different rodeo next year, and who knows! There are bigger fish to fry.
Anyways, at a recent event the Royalty went to, me and Kara were talking about different ways queens are inducted in or whatever for different round up clubs. I really liked the way the Chickasha RC did it, with certain numbers based on ticket sales, horsemanship, etc. However, according to Kara, the Tuttle Round Up Club was the only one that even did it right anymore. HA. I could have chewed her out and up right there, but I chose not too. I just calmly told her that most round up clubs have done it that way for the longest time. My friends mom won Miss Rodeo Oklahoma in 1984, and she even said most of them do it at least slightly with ticket sales.
Anyways, my stomach hurts, I gotta get ready for work before I pass out.
Red Dirt Ride is this weekend, I'll be sure to tell you all about it!

And I have signed myself a death contract.

In being a horse person, and wanting to be one for the rest of my life, I have signed myself a death contract.
I was born a horse person, and I will die the same way.
If a horse kills you, take solice in knowing that I will have died happy, doing what I love.


Last night, around 9 o'clock, I was feeding my horses. I had already fed Rosie, and walked around the barn to feed Dream. When I came back, Dusty was in the barn eating out of the grain bin. I walked up to his stomach and swatted him on the stomach.
I took a hoof straight to the head.
I blacked out, got up, punched him in the face, somehow shut the barn door (which I don't remember) and made my way up to the house screaming my head off.
We went to the ER. Cat-scan, X-rays, nothing wrong. No pain meds, nothing. Went home, went to bed.

OOOH, the pain.
Today I went to the eye doctor so they could find a way to get my contact lense out. It was so hard, he had to use a cotton swab to get it out. The white part of my eye is bruised from what he said.
Why was it so hard? Just look at these pictures and you'll find out.

Last night, before I went to bed...

This morning, when I woke up.

Today, around 6pm.

Do I like the guy in the basement from the Goonies? Or the guy from the Mask? I personaly think I bear more of a resemblance to the Hunch Back of Notre Dame.

Mulesss!

I have always, secretly, wanted a mule.

Infact, I almost cried when I found out Rosie wasn't pregnant to a donkey a few weeks before we bought her.

They are smart.

They have AWESOME LOOKING EARS. No really? Never would have guessed.

Did I mention smart?

I like playing around on the computer, researching different equine things. I always come back to mules.

Mule racing.

Mule babies.

Mule breeding.
Mules mules mules.

This blog really has no point, i'm just going to randomly write about mules, because I have nothing better to do until it's time to pick up my boyfriend from work and GET MY VERY FIRST PAYCHECK!! YAY!:)

I love how when mules run, they tuck their tails in...it's kinda cute!
When I grow up..I want a barrel racing mule. I haven't seen any extremely well trained barrel mules, and I'd love to do it. I'm not sure if they are as fast as a horse, but it would still be fun.

I found out that YES, mule mares can infact, have babies. Mules and mules can't be bred together, but a mule and a horse can.

Look at those funny legs on that guy!

Mules know exactly where their feet are. Watch this video, I found it pretty entertaining. However, I'd be scared to do some of this stuff without proper leg protection for my equine friend, but splint boots get covered in stickers on trails. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J1sfDlLluJY&feature=related

Somewhere I read that mules do not show the overo gene. I have never even seen an overo mule, come to think of it. They come in pretty much every color out their, my favorite is bay with high white socks and a white tail.

Bay mule tobiano foal. Ain't he adorable?

Mules have both the donkey and horse survival instincts. Many people consider mules to be "stubborn", but it's kind of a natural thing they get from donkeys. If a donkey was walking alone, in a canyon at night, and something spooked him, he would freeze, so he wouldn't run off a cliff. I read about a guy riding him mule through the woods at night. He couldn't see anything and his mule randomly stopped. He decided they had gone far enough, so he set up camp. When he awoke the next morning, he was litterally feet from a huge cliff. Another time I read about some guys on a hunting trip, they came across a cougar, and one of the mules threw it's rider, attacked the cougar and killed it.

Mule gelding attacking a cougar.

Don't know what it is...but Dream just can't stand mules..

This is my uncle's mule, Jack. He is about 28 in this picture. He has severe problems in his hind legs, which prevents him from being riden, but he still runs along the trail with everyone else.

Everyday is just a day closer to freedom.

Val really made me think about writing this..dunno why, but yeah.


Just one more year, I tell myself. Just one more year.
I always find myself looking far ahead into the future.
What is my house going to be like?
How can I afford it?
How will I make money?

So lets lay out my "dream house plan" for ya.
I want a small house, 3 bed/2 bath, either a modular home or a underground home (I need to hide from these twisters!). I want a walk in shower, and my utility room to have a door, straight outside so I can move out a broken washing machine or whatever LOL
60ish acers, with a pond.
my house far off from the road.
A zipline across the pond :D
Two broodmare pastures, along with several turnouts and large open pastures. A barn with 2 stud stalls, with 5 other stalls, devided by a tack and feed room.
A round pen, size doesn't matter.
An arena, big enough for a barrel pattern.
A 3 car garage with a car lift for the ever deserving boyfriend.
Some random cows and chickens here and there...just because.
A border collie and a "Lassie" collie:)


I feel like I am too young to be thinking about such things, but by taking the challenge of being a lifetime horse owner, I have to think about things for the well being of my horses.

My plan is to go to the agricultural community college about 30 minutes from my house after college. Go for 2 years, then decide what I am doing after that. Hopefully I will have enough money to board all of my horses, so my parent's can get on with their lives and not have to live in this crappy old money-pit of a house anymore. If I'm still with Peyton, which we are both planning on, we will probably get an appartment together for a few years until we are ready to own our own place. Probably look into foreclosed properties first..
blah blah blah and then the rest is what I make of it.
I can't plan to far ahead, or I will have planned out my life, and not been able to live it.
I love it when I start blogging or typing about something, then realise what I was talking about is all stupid. LOL


Also, I'm thinking about leasing out Rosie and maybe Dream when I go off to college. I won't be able to give them the time they deserve, and I still need for them to get riden. The longer Rosie is kept in shape, the better her older years will be...or so my coach has told me. I don't plan on letting her go to another drill family, unless it's for a junior team where they will only be trotting with slight loping. Dream has a lot of potential in pretty much any feild, and I would be willing to let somebody ride her and train her for themselves (iiiiif they know what they are doing). She has shown a lot of promise as an English horse, but also as a playday/speedevent mare.
Of course, my parent's will kill me if I found a way to keep Rebel...sadly.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAND I forgot what I was going to say. UGH.


*Side note* I like how I STILL have not totally figured out what I am going to do as a "profession". I was thinking becoming a farrier, but I am kind back on forth on that. I want something that I can be around horses, use my creativity, use my smarts (yes, even though I try not to believe it, I am a SMART blonde!) and be able to make a good income. We'll see what happens.
Maybe a equine chiropracter?
Deffinately going to have training as something to do. You won't be able to keep me off a horses back unless I am pregnant! LOL!

Update on my dad. Him and my mom are talking, but it's still "my fault" that he has abandoned phones and the internet forver. Yeah, good luck with that.

Please, just get me out of here.

I feel like every move I take, is going to be seen wrong somehow.

If I slip up once, I'm automatically a failure.

I want out of this house. I can't stand the stress levels. This house has so many issues, so many effing problems...there's the problems with the house its self, and then there is the problems with the people inside it.
So my scum-bag aunt Christy told my dad that 6 months after my grandpa's (my dad's father) death, he could get the things that were his back, BY BIDDING ON THEM AT AUCTION. That's messed up. I don't care who you are. All the things I want to say to this woman......I have never wished death, or pain, upon anyone....but to me, she isn't anyone. She is nothing.

I left my facebook up, and on a status of mine telling about the Freedom Riders playday, my dad wrote (while on his acount) "I will be there if I am not on the auction!" and then on my account he wrote "well I sure hope that doesn't happen".
However, when I got home from Peyton's and checked my facebook and saw it, I thought he was talking about a car auction or something. I made a new status saying " So if you got something random......my dad has been on my facebook for a while......" I was just playing, as this isn't the first time this as happened..apparently I screwed up.
My dad isn't talking to my mom.
They were going to go to Chicago for their anniversary, now that's not happening.
My dad is threatening to take away me and my brothers texting, turning off the cable and the internet.
He is demanding to see our report cards, but there isn't anything we can do about that until they mail them to us.
He want's me back at 9 now. It's stupid, because he'd let me out until 10:30 on school nights. Seriously?

What the hell did I do wrong? I had no idea about the auction...I thought that 6 months was in July, and I didn't even think it was going to go through...........

I need out. But I can't...I've been trying to plan time with Kasey to go swim at White Water, and the one time I really need someone to talk to...she ditches me. Doesn't even let me know. Thanks. Bitch.

Peyton's taking forever to respond, and if it's cuase he is playing Call of Duty, my dad can take my freaking texting away. If I am that hard of a person to just talk to when I am upset and need someone to talk to, please, by all means, don't talk to me period.

If running away was an option, I just might take it. But I won't leave my mom, brother or horses behind.




Christy, go burn in hell. Its all your fault. I used to think maaaybe, just mayybe you had sense for doing this, but never mind. I don't give a damn about you. Say I am a slut, I don't care. Just because I can hold down a relationship for over a year, and not sleep with every guy in my 6A highschool like your daughter, doesn't give you a damn right to EVER open your mouth about me.


****SORRY FOR THE MASSIVE VENTING, I'D TAKE IT OUT ON MY FRIENDS BUT OBVIOUSLY THEY ARE M.I.A!!!****

Horses Survival Instinct

Several twisters blew through Oklahoma last week, and I have heard of three amazing survival stories.

1. Blazes Equine Rescue recently fostered out a companion only horse to a family in Calumet, Oklahoma. He had a dislocated pelvis, so he couldn't be riden. Blazes recently got a call that he had gotten caught in the tornado, and his ear was ripped out of the ear canal, along with several other issues. They went to put him down, and he was pronouced dead that day. A few days later, they got a call about a stray horse walking around Calumet. "Elvis" was still alive and had not left the building!!! When they "put him down", he had so much adrenaline going that it just slowed his heart rate down to an undetecable pace. Blazes Rescue is now doing everything in their power to make sure Elvis can recover.

Elvis being treated on scene.

2. (copied from the News 9 website)

OKLAHOMA CITY -- Tuesday's tornados killed a lot of pets and other animals. Many people lost their cattle and horses when the tornadoes tore through their pastures and farms.

But there are also some miraculous stories of survival and a horse named Fiona is one of them.

She has several stitches on her side and underneath and is truly lucky to be alive. She was out in a field in Calumet when a tornado tore a path right through there.

She somehow managed to get inside a barn that was closed off, but then that barn collapsed on top of her.

The mare was trapped inside all of this mangled mess of metal and debris.

"Basically it just formed a nice little cocoon for her to survive under. She was trapped in there for probably 16 to 18 hours. No food or water and when we did find her we had to get a dozer," said Natalee Cross of Blaze's Tribute Equine Rescue. "She never overreacted about the situation or anything."

What's more amazing is how Fiona even found shelter. You see Fiona can't see.

"She can't see, she's totally blind, so how she know what to do or where she was going I don't know. She definitely had an angel watching over her that day too," Cross said.

Fiona under all the rubble. :(

3. (copied from the News 9 website also)

And Fiona is not the only horse that miraculously survived. There is Moonstruck and Catori.

Catori has actually escaped death twice before. She was being sent to slaughter when the trailer she was in crashed on the highway last May.

Several horses died in the crash. Catori survived and was pregnant at the time.

Moonstruck was born two months ago, and both mother and colt were also out in a field in Calumet when that tornado blew through.

"She found the best possible place to lay low and keep her baby as protected as possible," Cross said.

Moonstruck has several deep cuts and is limping along. But Catori, though skittish, seems to have come through unscathed.

"God has a purpose for them, I don't know what it is yet, but they're meant to be here. And they keep on fighting," Cross said.

God does have a purpose for all of these horses. And right now, they are being nursed back to health by volunteers and fosters with Blaze's Tribute Equine Rescue.

Catori and Moonstruck

What is more amazing, is ALL of these horses were from the same place. The Wallings family was fostering 21 horses for Blazes, and only these 4 made it. The family lost everything. Find Blaze's Equine Rescue on facebook to read more. Here is a link to more photo's of the damage of the Walling's place and the horses. http://www.facebook.com/media/set/?set=a.10150275770013745.373829.281046378744

What I love about Dusty!!!!

Today was my last day as a Junior in highschool. I AM FINALLY A SENIOR!! I THOUGHT I'D NEVER MAKE IT THIS FAR!!! I'M SOOO HAPPY! :D It was an amazing last day, and I had a lot of fun. I go back to work on Sunday, so I have today and tomorrow all to myself.
When I got home after school today, I bogged around on facebook for a while then went and decided to saddle up little Mr. Dusty. He is a little over two now, and it's my goal place in the OkFQHR Stakes 2-Yo Pleasure with him:) Excited! Dusty did AMAZING for his first ride. I've done lots of work with him previously, like saddling him up, sitting on him, etc. He learned to give to the bit on the first try, so that was pretty easy for him. He learned soooo quick today, and by the end of our 10 minute ride he was walking and trotting circles, backing up and even trying to pivot!

For three years, the OkFQHR has had an essay contest for the youth. The youth member that participated in the essay and had the most LEAP points, won one of the Mulder Ranch foals, sired by San Dunit Two Peppy. I worked long and hard in 2009 to get up my LEAP points, through different 4H and OkFQHR shows and volunteering at the shows and what-not. I don't really remember what my essay was about, but I believe it was over the "Unwanted Horse" issue. I was sitting at school and I got a message from Kasey's mom saying "YOU WON!! YOU WON!!!" and I just about passed out. I ran to the office and called my mom, and she was just as happy as I was. The Mulder's called me up to go look at the foals, and I had my choice of 2 colts and a filly. They were about 6 months old and had never had any contact. I watched Bret Mulder get all three of them used to human touch, and he had an amazing perception of what each one's personality was like. The colt I liked, a tank of a sorrel, was just...dull. I couldn't get over his good looks though! I knew I wanted a colt, I already had 3 mares. The other colt was built like a funny Paso Fino, nothing like his brother and sister. He was much taller, and had way more personality then the other two. You could almost see him challenging Bret and he got used to the halter. I thought long and hard about it, and I finally talked myself into the funny little dunalino colt, and I am sooo glad I did. He might not have the good looks of most Foundation Quarter Horses, but he can one up them on one thing...brains. This colt learns so quickly. Once he learns it, it's there forever. He tries his hardest at everything, and even though he gets pushy sometimes, he is a total sweety. He loves to be scratched and loved on. He is just bound to be an awesome horse:)

*Sorry, these pictures kinda suck...my computer is being an idiot :(

Pro's:
First thing that my farrier ever said about him: "He's got really good feet!!"
Easy to bathe
Picks things up really quickly
Very playful with Rebel and keeps himself in shape
Really pretty coloring and is showing all the dun characteristics except for the shoulder bars
Very sweet, in your pocket horse.

Con's:
Second thing that my farrier ever said about him: "He's pushy!"
Doesn't believe in being clean.
Has personal space issues. He was born first, like Bret said, and grew up pushing the other babies around.
Not the greatest conformation...cough.....cough...
The dun qualities keep him out of the Palomino Association:(
The palomino part of him keeps him out of the Buckskin/Dun association. UGH.

Playing jump rope, and he never flinched!

Don't know what it is....but Dusty just LOVES Peyton...

Dusty right after a bath!!!

Dusty is a really great horse, even if he does look like a crack baby. He is still growing into himself and I'm giving him time to grow, not pushing anything on him. The show is in October, so I have plenty of time. I'm not sure yet what I have planned for him, but hopefully his 4 year old year, I will be able to take him to the AQHA World Show:)

What I love about Rebel!

I went on a random road trip yesterday. We woke up at 6:30 and drove about 2 hours to Jet, Oklahoma to dig up crystals in the salt plains. We got a lot of really cool ones!!! My dad did the same thing when he was little with his dad, and we buried some of my grandpa's hair in a hole we dug :')
Then, when I got home Peyton invited me on a trail ride. His friend, Cody picked me up with his old pick up and gooseneck stock trailer. Sassy is much bigger than cows, and had some issues fitting, so we had to do one of my no-no's and leave her untied, but she would've hurt herself if she had gotten tangled up. I really like how Cody drives with a trailer. Much smoother and calmer than my dad. My dad doesn't have an issue stopping for a light; with Cody we had to slowly run three red lights because they changed juuust at the right moment to where we couldn't make a safe stop with the trailer. Sassy did really good on the trail ride. She is very competitive I found out..Repo is NOT allowed to beat her at a race..It started off between me and Peyton "I bet my horse can walk faster than yours" then he started trotting, so Sassy did. They Repo picked up a lope, so did Sassy, then we just flew down the clear stretch of the trail :D It was awesome.

I sat on Rebel a few days ago (don't freak out at me, the vet said I can do that lol). It felt really nice being up that tall, and he gently walked around the pasture. I noticed something about his shoulder. The one that he hurt, and also doesn't use as much, is slightly concave when looking at it from above. But the right one, it's much thicker and built.
I pretty much told Peyton that Rebel is his if his parent's get his settlement. Peyton really loves Rebel, and well, Rebel loves anyone that will pet him. He mainly likes him because he is a big "doughball" and "goofball" and has that "duhhh" look about him. But he still loves him:)

So, this week it's REBEL's turn!!!:)

Mango died the week of Thanksgiving on a Monday, so I didn't go to school. It was a two day week so Tuesday was my last day for the week. On the way home from school, my mom told me about a horse that my uncle Terry had told me about. He was a paint gelding, and he just turned 4, that's all she knew. She said she knew it was way too early to be thinking about getting another horse and she knew that the hole from Mango was not going to fill any time soon, but maybe this horse could keep my mind on something else. We went and looked at him that saturday. He hadn't been touched by people in almost 2 years. He was a little thin, his feet a tad overgrown, but overall he looked really good. And TALL. I was excited that I could finally show paints with my friend Miche'la, but I was still set on Mango. We brought Rebel home for $500. I worked him on things as much as I knew how, but he needed an advanced trainer, severely. So I worked him to extent of my level, never trying too hard to push things on him that I didn't know how to properly do. Rebel was terrified of everything. I slowly and slowly got better with him, and through all of his health ups and downs, he always pulled through, until the bad knews, which I don't want to go through on the fact I'm already on the verge of tears..

Pro's:
This is literally the SWEETEST horse you will ever meet. My vet loooves him.
He tries his hardest
Stands still through the first half of his bath
Good for the ferrier so long as the wind isn't blowing
A generaly easy keeper
Loooves to run and play!
You don't have to worry about keeping him in shape. He does that himself.
Rebel is just a big, beautiful, goofy horse
He suure is fast!
Photogenic!!!
Loves to have his ears scratched.

Con's:
The obvious that he can't be riden.
Can't be shown in showmanship due to the limp.
His two front feet very greatly in siz, shape and degree due to the fact that he uses one leg more than the other
VERY spooky. He is a yummy horse and everything wants to eat him.
His akward favorite spot is his bellybutton. Everyone knows what that is close to on a male horse. Nuff said.
For some odd reason...he does not like the end rinsing off part of the bath. Everything else is cool, just not getting all the dirt off of him.

One of my favorite pictures:)

My friend Kasey riding Rebel...she looks kinda weird here, but that stupid saddle would throw you forward really bad.

Rebel and Dusty playing in the snow!!!

I love this horse to death..this horse is my baby. I never thought I would have to get rid of him, and I think I will be able to keep him until winter. I know it's bad to hold on to something that you must let go, but so many things have gone wrong in my life this past year, with the drama with the family, my grandpa passing away, not being able to ride Rebel, and what not that when I need a place to run, it's always to him. Rebel is like my solid foundation that I keep myself tied too. He may be poison for my heart, but I like the taste...

What I love about Rosie!

I did really great at the show this weekend!!!! 6th in Youth Mares Halter, 2nd in Reining, Barrels, Poles, and Western Pleasure, 1st in Stakes Race and Walk-Trot with Rosie!!!! Then with Dusty I did 2-3yo Geldings Halter, which he didn't place (he had no chance against those big huge guys!), then In-Hand Trail, which he did really good at despite my slip ups, and I don't remember the placings for that class:P
This week I am writing about Rosie!!!


When Mango passed away, I recieved Rebel, but he was obviously not ready for drill, I wasn't ready to quit, and none of the riders on the team wanted me to ride Dream because she is "Pyscho". My best friend's ex-step dad was trying to sell a horse that she used to own, so we inquired and we paid $1800 for her the following January of Mango's death. She was a little thin on the backside and had a huuuge grass belly. It didn't take long for her to get in shape though. She gave me a hell of a first year, taking away Reserve Champion Show and Speed Horse for the Sr. Youth at the OkFQHR shows in 2009, along with helping me get LEAP points in order to win Dusty (I love how all of my horses are connected in some crazy way..haha). Then 2010 was just as great, riding her in the AQHA Youth World Cup, World Show, and NRHA Futurity. I have barely used the halter she won for Freedom Riders Horse of the Year 2010.
From what I know, Karen (Kasey's mom) bought her when she was around 3, then had her in reining training off and on, then went to team roping. She took Karen to NFQHR World's in roping and handy ranch (trail). Rosie has had 2-4 foals, and was Kasey's drill horse for several years. Mango was in love with Rosie, when we were at a Rodeo together, he HATED to be away from her. But who doesn't love Rosie!:) She is the best 20 year old horse out there:D

Pros:
Really really good feet
Stands for the ferrier and baths
REALLY Fast
Total pushover..you can't get on her bad side very easy
Never kicks, bites, or squeels.
The main horse you can always depend on.
Rosie has done pretty much everything.
Great whoa and turns

Cons:
Rosie has the head the size of a warm-blood. And she is 14.3 hands. yeah. lol
Rosie does get a little hard mouthed when she knows it's time to go.
SHE'S A WHITE HORSE IN RED DIRT COUNTRY. Nuff said.
She has a thing about randomly getting hurt before shows.
All the other horses like to chase her around and she doesn't stick up for herself:(
Rosie can be a little hard to keep a good weight on in her older age.

A girl fell off of the back-up pony Sonny during one of our drills, and I just happened to be the rider behind them. Just saying. She made me so proud that day:)

Rosie grazin when she looks nice and is in shape!:)

Last year at Red Dirt Ride Drill Competition with my dad and mom! Gotta love the matching shirts...bahaha..

What I love about Sassy

I'm going to do a new thing here....the next 5 posts will be about one of my horses specifically. I will talk about my favorite things about them, their story with me, etc. This post is for...*drumroll*
SASSY!!!! If you couldn't tell by the title...

Sassy was born in April, 2007, a beautiful chesnut filly with a big, bright star. I was originally going to name her Jessi, after my friend Jessica who was spending the night at my house when she was born. Then it went to Pancake, then to Sputnik, then she kicked me when she was 4 days old, and Sassy stuck. Sassy has always been a trouble maker. When she was about 2 weeks old, Dream was getting her feet done and Sassy was running around the barn. She slipped on the concrete and kicked the ferriers tools everywhere. When she was a year, she fell in our underground pool, and almost gave my grandma a heart attack.

Good things about Sassy:
Bombproof
Not mare-ish
Never tries to agrivate another horse at drill
Doesn't kick
Very curious
Soft mouthed
Great stamina
Easiest horse to bathe
Loves water!!!
Great barrel conformation with color to boot
Fast!!!

Bad:
Not the worlds greatest feet
Seems to get hurt a lot
Other horses get irritated with her "cuddles"
She ripped her tail out
Rubbed her mane out
I'm still fixing my hard hands, so sometimes soft mouth = accidental rear.
Likes to get in the water troughs and kill the fish
Has a thing about getting hurt
If she were to ever have a foal, we would have to cut her open to get the foal out...talk about that in a min.
There is a reason we named her Sassy. Nuff said.

Sassy's whole birthing issue is quite interesting. I came outside one day before school to feed, and Sassy was walking bowlegged. I found blood on her back legs, and I looked at her "lady part". It was red, bloody, and cut open at the bottom. I called my mom, who was in Colorado, and she called the vet to come look at it. Sassy got 8 stitches, turns out she ripped a two square inch section off her..lady part. It healed very well, and you can't see the scar unless you look inside of her. The vet was very suprised with how well it healed, but she would still need to be cut open for the proper room for a foal.

Repo, Peyton's filly, and Sassy. They are both the same age, and both rose greys. Look at the contrast in their grey staging though!!! Repo is a Thoroughbred, and Sassy is 1/4 Thoroughbred, 3/4 Quarter Horse.

Can I please have that cracker???

Sassy is truely an amazing horse, and I really don't think I would have seen her full potential if it wasn't for Charles Black. He really helped me with her! After really looking over what she is good at, and what she is built and bred to do, I really think she could excell at barrel racing. She's got big eyes, big nostrils, big hip, strong legs, some cowyness and a easy to flex neck. I really can't wait to get her going on something she will be able to prove. She may not be registered (She can be, but the owner of the stud wasn't the actual owner like he said he was), but she can kick butt!!!!

My fault, as usual.

Coming home from returning Peyton's tux on sunday, my car started to get really loud about a quarter mile from home. I pull in the drive way and ask my dad to look at it. We drove it around the neighborhood, and he tried to floor it and it just didn't do anything except get really loud. He checked the transmission fluid and it was empty. So he put about a quarter of a bottle in, which is weird, since Peyton puts like 3 bottles in his, but of course his is bigger, but not that much.
Going to school today, my car wouldn't even go over 35, so when I got to school I popped the hood, and nobody really told me how to check it, so when I pulled it out, it wasn't even slightly red, so I put some more fluid in it. When I got home, I told Peyton I put more in it, and he said that I needed to put more in it. When I went out to check it, my dad pulled in the driveway, looked at, and said I over filled it.
What. The. Frick.
They freaking expect me to know what the hell I am doing under a car, I didn't even find out where the tranmission was until I asked my mom what the big hump in the front of the car was for. And I get chewed out for over filling it, well excuse me for not freaking knowing how much to put in there, maybe you should have TAUGHT ME before TELLING ME. Gah.
Oh, ha, my dad just walked in and told me my car was running perfectly fine. Yeah, I know...*speaks to self* because I put transmission fluid in. HA.
Your funny.

prom Prom PROM! :D

Prom was soooo much fun!!!! I got my hair done at 12:00 that day, and it amazingly stood solid all day. Peyton came over around three and we fixed his hair as best as we could. We got ready and left around 4:45. We ate at a cheap Mexican restraunt called El Chico's, and they gave us a free dish for our "special night". Every one was staring at us like "they do know this isn't a fancy restraunt, right? There's no need for dresses and ties.."
We left there and got to the place at around 6:30 or 7, so we walked across the street to Bass Pro Shop. The Bedlam baseball game was this evening, so OSU and OU fans were walking around everywhere. We were getting lots of winks and thumbs up from OSU fans, since our outfits were orange and white. The OU fans were giving us lots of dirty looks though!! Haha it's like they thought we were there for the game!!!
We were one of the first people to get into the building when the finally decided to open the doors for prom. They checked our drivers liscense (to make sure we are who we said we are), and we hung up our coats. Let the party begin!!!
 Me and Peyton probably had the most fun out of everyone there. Mainly, because we didn't care if we sucked at dancing or not. We were just having fun! I introduced Peyton to all of my friends, and they all really liked him. One girl was like "Is this the one I approved of?" and I was like "yes....I only have one...?"
Prom started at 8, and stupid Kasey had dinner reservations at 7:30 at a very high class restraunt (so they got there at like 9:30). He dinner was around $35 dollars, Peyton and I spent $19 on ours total. What makes me laugh the most though, is Kasey spent $402 on her dress, and she was only there a few hours. I spent less than 50 on the materials for mine, and I had way more fun then her. HA! :)
It really doesn't matter how well you dance, or how "sexy" you look when you grind. Your there to make memories for yourself, not for the ones around you. Live it up, you'll remember the fun forever.

Oh, Peyton like a good boy decided not to drive his truck...mainly becuase Jenny gets like 8 miles to the gallon, she's filthy, her paint is less than desirable...etc. Haha:) I still love Jenny though, but his mom's truck "Shirley" as I call her, was cleaner, and his parent's pay for the gas in that truck:P

Prom is coming up...getting butterflies but oh-so excited!

Prom is this weekend. I'm soo excited!!!!!
My dress is suuper cute (or at least I think so...and that's all that matters!!)
I got all of my jewlery on Saturday. I got a whole bunch of little braclets and a big pearl necklace.
I still need:
Shoes
Strapless bra
Nails
Hair (12:00pm day of Prom)
AHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!

Me, Peyton and Kasey are going to pick up his tux at the mall on Wed., then while we are there look for shoes for me and Kasey. Then, we will go back to one of our houses to try to figure out what to do with Peyton's hair!!!

I'm just praying everything gets put together in time and everything will go according to plan. Of course, I have lots of back up plans, but let's hope I don't have to use any of them.

"After-Party"- eat at Waffle House (LOL) and crash at Kasey's.
Then apparently she wants to wash her truck and put it on Facebook...okayyyy then..

I will try to post pictures as soon as they are available!:)

As for horsie news..uh....Yesterday (or was it the day before?) I rode Sassy without a bridle, she did freaking AMAZING. I was really suprised! Made me feel like Stacy Westfall haha. Then after that I rode Rosie bareback, but my butt was reallllly sore for some reason so I had to cut that short. Then today I rode Dream, she did really good too:) One thing I love about that horse, is how super sensitive she is. I can make her sidepass at the trot in a circle! I felt so proud of her.

Lucky you guys!!!

A lot of the blogs I have been looking at have said something about the weather, and most of them have to do with RAIN.
That.
Is.
No.
Fair.
!!!!!!!!.
We have been without rain for several weeks, and they think this drought is going to last a while longer. I have drill practice tonight, and the dirt is just gonna KILL me. I'm taking a shower afterwards, thats for sure!!! BLECH. Plus, it's going to be verrrrry windy. Dust + Wind = Not a very happy Pepper.
Dear Dust.
Go away. I'm tired of cleaning up your mess and making commercials with that stupid feather duster..
Thanks
Swiffer

Ferrier came out today HURRAY!!!

My horses have been in need of feet work. It's literally been 6 months since their feet have been trimmed, but they never needed it!!! The horses feet looked really good all winter and it wasn't until March that they started to go a little downhill.
It took our ferrier about an hour and a half to do all five of the horses. They were all really good (except Sassy lol). Matt had to take breaks inbetween horses because he did something to his back. He laughed at Rebel's feet and was like "there is no way I can get those two to match!!!". Rebel puts more weight on his front left, so the heel on his left is waaaay lower than his right, its also wider and has a steeper angle to it.
After that we took Rosie and Sassy for a short ride around the pasture. Sassy was really spunky and my mom had a hoot controlling her, and Rosie was rrrreally lazy. Matt is trying to get me into break away roping, we'll see how that goes!! Haha:)
I registered for the Oklahoma Foundation Quarter Horse show in April. I showed all year with them in 2009, then took a break. This year is going to be a lot tougher, I'm entering in 2 more different classes. Working cow horse, and cutting:) I'm not sure how Rosie will do in the cutting, but its still points towards Versitility!!! I'm going to try my hardest to win the saddle, even if it pisses my best friend off. Hey, that's the name of the game!
I worked Dusty today, and he is really cowy!! Jasmine (my Australian Shepard) was running around the roundpen while I was lunging him, and he would dart toward her and follow her every move!!! He's going to be a great horse with great looks!:)

Me and Rosie, running poles in 2009:)

My mind is on the fritz.

I'm going in for an interview at White Water today at 5. I'm freaking nervous!!! Mainly because of the STUPID dream I had last night....

Me, my dad, my brother and my mom were driving through the woods and we came across this huge trailer that was abandoned. It was like a crane kind of trailer, and my dad wanted it so he hooked it up to my little S10 and drove away. The rest of us went across this old wooden bridge to an old hotel. The owners met us outside and handed us the deed. We were like "uhm, okay." We walked inside and the whole place was falling apart, but there were slides made out of beautiful tiles that slid out into a beautiful pool. There was also lots of random dead people walking around, but apparently that's normal and we weren't bothered by it. Then, I was walking around the state fair grounds, who knows why. I was looking for the building for the interviews and The Count from Seseme Street was trying to direct me. I went inside this one building, and there was a line so I thought "okay this must be the place." As the line got smaller, I realised this was for quicky baptisms. I ran out but was caught by a large african american man. He scuffled me into a large church, where he was the preacher. We were all wearing pinoneer aged dresses, and I'm doubting this mans religious background, as the hymn was "Nooooooo Body beats Aarrons no body, noo bodd-ayyyy! No body Beats Aarrons no body!" Yeah. CAN I JUST TAKE MY FREAKING INTERVEIW!!!!!!

And believe me, this is actaully one of my more "normal" dreams. You don't want to hear about my more...strange dreams.

Suicide is the only way out they say.

I had totally forgotten about Casey's boyfriend. When she died, I was looking at the post's on her facebook wall. There are hundreds of posts, and while reading some, I remembered her boyfriend. Turns out, they had been with eachother since the 7th grade. 4 years. I have been asking my friends about the accident and what not, but I can't stop thinking about Alex. Somebody needs to keep an eye on him. When your a teenager, and the love of your life dies, every part of you dies with them. You feel like a useless shell, all you want is to see them again. Alex is completely dillusional right now. He doesn't believe she is dead, he says she just moved away. I can't believe the pain he is going to go through when it hit's him. I hope he will be okay, I barely know him, but teenagers have been known to kill themselves over the strangest things.
This is fairly understandable though. He is going to be going through a lot of greif, and he isn't going to be thinking straight. He will feel like his whole life is over. He has really good friends though, I know they will keep an eye on him. I'm sure Casey misses him, just as much as he misses her..
God, if that ever happened to Peyton....no. I don't want to think about it.

Dusty's learning quick!!!!

Sunday I introduced Dusty to the bit for the first time. He didn't like it at first (well duh!) but after lunging for about 10 minutes at the trot he settled down and held it still in his mouth. He gave to pressure on the first try, and he was really easy to get to flex. I tied him up for about 10 minutes on each side, then lunged him for a couple minutes later.
Today, I worked on ground driving him. He was confused at first, he was like "Ugh! Mommy!!! How am I supposed to follow you if you are behind me?!" But he got a hold of it very quickly!!!!!! We walked around in random squiggles around the round pen for like 30 minutes, then for about 5 we went out in the pasture to just walk around, over logs, around barrels, yeah. He took it all in stride!!! I love this little horse. He's going to become an AMAZING horse!!!:)

Something I noticed today..I have 3 horses with dun markings!!! Dusty has all the markings; leg stripes, fask mask, dorsal stripe, etc. Rebel has a dorsal stripe, but you  can only see it when he is laying down (since he is so freaking tall!). Sassy has a very dark, almost black dorsal stripe. I have no clue where she gets it, Dream is a grey and La Roan Ranger is a red roan, he didn't have any dun markings...

Driving Dusty!!! (His dorsal stripe doesn't show up with his winter coat, so I am thinking its counter shading)

"Mom, I look silly!!!!"

Okay this picture cracks me up!!! Everything about it screams REDNECK!!! They didn't have a larger enough jack to lift up Peyton's truck correctly since the shocks were messed up, so what to they do?? They find a log. Duh!!! But what makes me laugh the hardest is Peyton's hat...thats right. "Safety First."

Sassy, come on now.

If trouble is afoot, you know one thing is for sure. Sassy will be there. I don't know if I have ever told any of you guys this, but here is Sassy's wonderful list of things she has done. Because she can.
Within hours of being out of the womb, Sassy cut her self on a barn and has a tiny scar from it.
Her first shot actually peirced her neck, she was wiggling so bad!
Sassy discovered that if she got on the flat bed, it would give her a short ride across the pasture until the tongue dragged into the dirt.
Sassy, got into the pool. The underground pool. In the middle of winter.
She got into the house.
She coliced on a tiny bit of hay.
Sassy attacks the water troughs.
Sassy attacks the sprinklers.
Sassy attacks tiny dogs.
2 days ago, she ate over 50 pounds of grain. Didn't even phase her.

Now, some say Sassy is a stupid horse. I'm not really sure how you could say that. I've never met a horse smarter than Sassy. She knows how to do things most 4 year olds would pitch a fit at. When she is in heat, she isn't kicking and squeeling. She keeps it all under control, except for flirting. She just can't help that she is beautiful!!! I love Sassy to death.


Yeah I forgot where this post was going, if you can tell.....

Always wear your seatbelt.

A girl from my school passed away last night.
She wasn't wearing her seat belt while her friend was driving and the car flipped 15 times and she got ejected and it rolled on her and they couldn't find her for a while. They mediflighted her out and she was so swollen they had to start cutting her stomach and both lungs collapsed and her heart stopped...
She never even made it to prom. Her and her boyfriend had been dating 3 years. From what I heard, she will be burried in her prom dress. :'(
I didn't know her very well, but its still terrible. I saw her in the hall all the time, and several of my friends were best friends with her.
R.I.P. Casey Hankins. <3

Please, readers, always wear your seatbelt. You may never really think you'll need it, until it hits home. There is NEVER a reason for you not to, only sheer laziness. It only takes you 5 seconds, and those 5 seconds WILL save your life.

Matthew 11:25-30
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light......

Revelation 21:4
He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away."

College really isn't for everyone.

I'm thinking about finding a way to tell my parent's I don't want to college. You see, I'm a very creative minded person. I do NOT do well in math or subjects like that. I can't keep my mind on track and I find it very diffucult. If I go to college, then we will be paying for classes that I am more than likely going to fail. I don't want to gamble that much money on something that seems to be useless. What I really want to do, is work with horses for the rest of my life. I know they have equine programs at a lot of the colleges in my state, but none of them are going to help me, my mind will always be on my other classes. What I really need, is an internship. I'd really like to be able to work with different trainers, and make my living off that, along with web design and graphic design (easy stuff for me). Also, I'd like to try my hand at equine chiropractic work and even go to the Oklahoma Horseshoeing School (of course, I hate the horsemanship that they teach there, but I'll get over that haha).
Also, as soon as I would go off to college, I would need to find a place to keep my horses, more than likely 4 of them. If I went to college, I would never be able to spend time with them and a huge hole would be burned in my pocket.. My parents want to move out as soon as I am out of the house. What I am thinking is getting a job, buying about 10 acres, living in a tent, and just have a tarp tied to some trees as a lean-to for my horses LOL just kidding!!!!
I'm only a junior in highschool, so these thoughts can wait. But honestly, I wish that my aunt Christy hadn't talked my grandpa into changing his will...I'd probably have enough money to by my own place now. Ugh. All of this is just so STRESSFUL! BLAH!


BUT in good news, Peyton's step dad won their settlement (some case against the company that fired him when he got injured)!!! So far, its up to 2 MILLION!!!! Holy crap!!! Peyton is already making plans...he's planning on keeping his old truck, then buying two more exactly like it. One will be the daily driver, the other the work truck, and I forgot what the other one was. Gonna buy a new car to save money? haha HELL NO. Why would I do that?? LOL Maybe he likes his 12 mpg! I'm pretty happy with my 18mpg! But his parent's are wanting to move out of the house..like, 45 minutes away from where I live:( Not cool:( And it's not like Peyton will be able to come see me, all of his trucks will have horrible gas mileage! Haha I'm crossing my fingers that they go for the property thats only 15 minutes from my house...Actually, I'm just hoping they don't move period.