New SADDLE!!!:DD

Short and sweet, here it goes.
16.5" Circle Y? Cutting Saddle
Seems big, I know, but I fit in it really well!! Charles called us yesterday about it and he brought it to drill practice. I rode in it the whole time I was on Sassy (sooo about 70% of the practice) and it felt AMAZING!! And, Sassy was acting rrrrrrrrreally good!!! Except when I switched her and Rosie out since she was getting tired..She was tied up behind the arena and infront of where I tied her is a raised platform for people to sit on with chairs and what not..Well, Sassy was getting bored so she took the liberty of biting everyones chairs and pulling on them, nearly biting someones but, and dragging the cattle prod down to the ground. Silly 4 year olds...I'll try to post a picture of my saddle soon:)

Horsemanship today!

Every Sunday my parents and I go to horsemanship with Charles Black. Its more of riding lessons for them, training lessons for me:P Today my mom doesn't want to ride, so I'm taking Dream, Sassy, and Dusty. My dad is going to ride Dream, I will ride Sassy and I'm going to ask Charles about helping me work with Dusty and giving me excercises on getting him broke. I hope it all goes well:)

Soooo...I tried to jump Sassy yesterday.........lol, just lol. I am certainly no english rider..or jumper..or....yeah.

I FOUND IT!!!!

Wow...it was under my brothers sink...no clue how it got there...XD
*hits head on desk*
I'M VERY HAPPY NOW!!!:D

Is it okay to hate you?:)

Do you ever get jealous when one of your friends goes and hangs out with someone else after you, becuase you hate that other person SO much?? XD Everytime Peyton hangs out with Brandon, I just get in a really bad mood lol. I just...ugh. Hate Brandon. He always makes fun of me and tells me that my eyes are too big for my head, when his don't even sit straight on his head. And, he had is pyscho ex-girl friend cuss me out and scream at me, when I didn't even know her!!!! Gahhh...jerk lol. And he talks about how much he doesn't like me, yet for two weeks before me and Peyton were dating he was trying to get with me!!!! He is NASTY. And he has tried to hook up with my best friend. And my cousin.


No luck finding my necklace today:( Peyton came over and he watched me ride, he had a big hole under the zipper of his pants so he didn't want to ride and make it worse...big baby. Lol:) And when we got home from McDonalds, my S10 was parked in the driveway, and my breaklights were on!!!! Just sitting there..all shiny and red..no idea why. Peyton got under the dash and unplugged something or did something. I dunno much about cars and what not lol Thats what men are for:)

I'm a terrible girlfriend..

Ugh..I can't believe it...I should have known better than to wear my necklace that Peyton got me to school. Last night I even thought about how sad I would be if I lost it. Well, I would be very, very, very. sad. I am very, very, very sad:( I went inside when I got home, took off my jacket and looked in the mirror and just started bawling my eyes out. My necklace was gone. I searched and searched, and I found the chain in my jacket, and the clasp was broken, but who knows how long it had been like that. I searched my whole house a million times, never found it. Me and my mom even drove back to school and searched high and low for it, nothing.....:( She said she would buy me a new one and we won't tell Peyton about it, and she wasn't mad at all thankfully.. I just feel terrible because that was the first thing he ever got me, and I was in love with it and now I feel naked without it:(

But today was a very nice day, other than that. It was like 80 out and I lunged Sassy and Dusty. They were both hyper!!! I'm hopefully going to see if Peyton will come over and ride with me tomorrow. Its weird..he's been my boyfriend for a year, and he has never come out to ride with me!

Damn the sinner.

Okay so mayybe I shouldn't be talking about sinning, or religion for any fact, since I hate going to church since all they tell me is I am going to burn in hell because I believe everyone prays to the same God, just a different iterpretation of that, and thats how God meant it to be. (The Chinese had no idea about Christ, they were on the other side of the world, and your going to say that they are going to burn in hell because they don't believe in him? Seems racist..lol) GAH, I'm ranting about something that doesn't need to be ranted about. This is supposed to be a rant about the stupid side of my family. The side that has lost all morals. The side that dared to call my grandpa CRAZY.

*okay people, I'll apologize for my horrific language in advance, IM SORRY I HAZ ANGER ISSUEZ*


My dad lived many places as a kid, but the main place he lived was a house that is still owned by my grandmother (step, grandma). She married into the family when my dad was about in High School, and with her she brought a daughter who was around the age of my dad and a son (who was already married and living somewhere else). Now, her daughter, Christy, was, well, a slut. One day, my dad was riding in the passanger side of her brand new Camaro ('76?") and her boyfriend opened the door while they were driving and dragged her out and she went under the rolling car. My dad reached over and through it in park. Now, he wishes that he had never done that.

Christy has taken things away from my dad that will never be retrievable. She made it impossible for him to speak to his own father, and for three years they refused to say a word to eachother. Christy told everyone it was because our dogs annoyed my grandpa, and thats fucking retarded because my grandpa loved animals. It was because my dad told him to "fuck off" when my grandpa said he didn't want Rowdy (my brother) to have colon surgery (he really needed it). Christy (or the spawn of satan as my father calls her), called up my dad when her real dad died, and said "I didn't get a thing out of the will, and I'm going to make sure that never happens again." Well, you bitch, you got what you wanted. Your daughter who is now driving your old Camaro, is now getting a brand new Toyota Matrix. My brother has done so much more for the family then she ever will, and he has been without a car since November, and he is 19. Christy is selling all of my grandpa's things, things that in his original will, were to go to my dad and his brother. But when we moved to New Mexico, Christy forced my grandpa to change his will to where everything goes to his wife. She is selling all of his antique phones (my grandpa collected antique and novelty phones), the ones my dad told her NOT TO SELL. Not only that, she is selling things that were my dads when he was growing up.
I have been told not to go over to my grandma's if its for a reason, or if I am getting paid. My grandma has told lies about my mom and has changed all the locks on the house so only Christy can get in. The house my dad grew up in, the house she spent 4 years of her life in. Its all just bull shit from the greed of humanity. Its sick. My dad has given up all hope, but before my grandma changed the locks, we were able to sneek in the barn and get one of the oldest phones, that Christy doesn't even damn know the history of.  Here is one of the eBay links to a part of a phone she is selling
http://cgi.ebay.com/WESTERN-ELECTRIC-TELEPHONE-SURGE-PROTECTOR-PORCELAIN-/370481366136?pt=LH_DefaultDomain_0&hash=item5642690478
Fuck you Christy. He isn't your father, he never trusted you. He never wanted to sell those phones, you talked him into it. You theiving, lying bitch. If my grandpa was still here, and he realised what you did to his son, and how greedy you are, you would never set foot in that house ever again. I hope you read this.

I have plenty more to say....believe me.

Rebel's craigslist ad.

So I wrote Rebel's add on craigslist on Sunday around 1:45 in the afternoon. Within two hours, I had people calling to come look at him. Here is what I wrote for his ad.

HHHH Rebel Mito Otoe is a 7 year old APHA gelding (also registered with the American Indian Horse Registry). He is a 16 hand, red dun tobiano with a blue eye.

"Rebel" is literally the sweetest horse you will ever meet!! He'll always be there to say hi at feeding time. He really likes to play with younger horses, and loves to run and buck and just enjoy being a horse. His first owner won him at a rodeo raffle, and he was trained and riden during his two year old year. After that, he was left out to pasture for almost 2 years before we bought him. He was like a wild horse, but eventually with patience he came around and became a very sweet horse. When he was 5, he was diagnosed with EPM and made a 100% recovery. I was able to ride him all through his 6 year old year, and he is an amazing horse. All he wants to do is try his hardest for you. However, early in the winter he was limping very bad, and we took him to Oakridge Equine Hospital. They did an x-ray and found that at some point in his life, he factured his left shoulder by the joint. It healed very well, but it didn't heal correctly. A small chip of the bone was stuck in the joint and has slowly bored away at the joint. It hurts him to completely extend his shoulder. The vet mad it very clear that there is nothing we can do, just keep him confortable and let him be a horse. Rebel can longer be riden, and he never will be able to. There is a chance that he will develop arthritis in that shoulder as he ages, and will need steriods to keep that down. However, he would be perfectly fine for leading little kids around the pasture every now and then. His size is a little daunting for some, but once they meet him they fall in love. He'll come up to you when your sitting in the pasture and just rest his head on your back and lightly play with your hair.
He's never bitten, kicked, or done anything out of meaness. He is rather spooky, and needs someone with patience and a light hand to get him to do something he is too scared to do. It took me 2 years to finally get him in the trailer and haul him somewhere; but with other things once he gets over it, he's perfectly fine with it.

Rebel is my best friend, and it breaks my heart to have to sell him, but I just can't keep up with 5 horses and he deserves so much more attention. I'd love to see him go to someone who will keep him forever and spoil him like he deserves. Other horses is a must, he can't stand to be alone and he loves to play. He's been pastured with cows, donkeys and mules in the past. I love this horse with all my heart, and I'd still like to be able to see him everynow and then.

If you are interested, please e-mail me or call/text Kaiann (like cayenne pepper) at 405-627-0083
Price is negotialable for the right person. I RESERVE THE RIGHT TO PICK WHO I WANT HIM TO GO TO.
Thanks for reading:)
So the first lady that called, didn't ask any questions about him, which is probably the first thing you should do when getting a horse. She just said she was coming over "later". Only 30 minutes after she called, I see a trailer pull in to my drive way. Really. A trailer. I'm not going to just shove my horse off to the first person who comes to see him, don't expect me to sell him the DAY I put the ad up. When she got there we told her we had several other people looking and that I was going to meet them and think it over on who I liked best. She looked him over, petted him, talked about her other horses, then said the stupidest thing. "Well my daughter really wants him for her to ride, so will you take $150?" (I had him listed as $200) Okay...here comes a rant.
I stated, VERY CLEARLY, in the ad that he can not be riden. Are you stupid? I am leading this horse to you and he clearly is limping that means NO RIDING AMIGO. If you think mentioning the fact your child will just be riding in the alley way of stalls, thats even stupider. Rebel has never been in a stall for more than an hour, and he certainly should not be riden by a child without an adult watching. He is spooky, and I will glady admit that. If your going to by your child a  horse, make it a safe one that isn't just going to be able to walk around. So what if you have to pay a little extra. Is your kid really not worth it? And, me as the owner of this horse for sale, if you can't pay that little extra $50 dollars, how the hell am I going to know if you have the ability to pay for any equine expenses whatsoever?! And her daughter never even came out to see Rebel. She just sat in the truck and screamed "MOMMY I WANT HIM!" I was just sitting there saying to myself..if she comes over here Rebel, bite her..do something stupid. Thankfuly, my mom realised that this woman wasn't the owner for him. She said that she would call her, when everyone has looked at him. Well...we forgot to do that...lol. OH!! And the lady mentioned that she was moving to Arkansas. Uhh, I'd still like to see my horse everyonce and again, and why buy a horse if your just going to move it??

On a happier note, however, I think I found the lady I WANT to have Rebel. She called us when the first lady was apparently on her way over. She called me and I nearly started crying. She just went on and on about her little pinto mustang mare loves to run and play, how she has around 17 acres for him and "Spirit" to play on, and how the little donkey next door won't play with Spirit. Rebel loves donkeys:') She called us the day after and she talked to my mom FOREVER about her horse and how they were like childeren and blah blah blah. She is supposed to be coming up this weekend to look at him. When the first lady came, all I could think of was how this is not how I wanted my last glimpse of Rebel to be; him going off in the trailer of someone I barely even trusted. But know, I feel a little braver and I really feel like this is the home for Rebel.

Want me to draw your horse??

I have lost my contact three times this month! In the same eye!! Twice at my best friends, and once today at school. My vision is so poor that it makes me exhausted just trying to see. I fell asleep in my english class, but its all good. They just read out of the book, which I am almost finished with and they are not even half way done with. It was a very nice nap:) I dropped my butter on the ground at lunch because my depth perception was all wacky, and my face was like 3 inches from the computer screen at votech. But I made some really awesome pictures on photoshop when I was bored!! I've started up doodling again, and I'm currently making a picture for the owners of Dusty's sire. I'll attach that picture along with another doodle or two. If you want, I can draw a picture of your horse for you:) Just no backgrounds...thats one thing I can't do!!! For ya'll its free.... :) Of course the photos came in with a weird order and refuse to move...grrr..

The first picture is of Dusty's dad, Sandunit Two Peppy.

 

 This is a doodle I did when I used to want to make a horsey comic book...this was the sexy stallion who was sweet but also had a dark side LOL!!!!

 This is a bay reiner..duh.

  AHHHH!! DUSTY!!! Lol he looks DEAD!

This is an edited pic..the 1973-1991 were the best Suburbans..EVER.

This was my t-shirt design for the OkFQHR..they wound up never getting the design...I'm blaming that on my friend for not turning it in! LOL!

This picture of Rebel needs no words...

So yea.. Hopefully one of these days, I will become a good artist and I might get paid for what I love to do. I've been told I'm really good, but then when I see others artwork its like wow...I should just put up my pencil and give it a rest...but who knows.

If you would like for me to do a picture of your horse, please comment with a link to the picture you'd like me to use:) Sometimes I get a little creative, so don't always expect your horse to be in the same pose:P

Its my decision.

My parent's are trying to get me to send Rebel to a rescue. At first, I liked the idea, until I really thought about it. I would probably never know who he went to, or ever get to see him again. My parent's refuse to understand it. Rebel is to me now what Mango was to me several years ago. Of course, Rebel never had the chance to do the amazing things Mango did, but I know Rebel has the heart to do it. I love him so much, if I never got to see him again, I'd go back into a depression like I did when Mango passed away, and thats the last thing I want to put everyone through again.
So, instead of sending Rebel to a rescue, which I think should be a place where horses that actually need to be rescued should go, I'm going to try to find Rebel a retirement ranch somewhere in Oklahoma. I hope they wouldn't mind taking in a horse like him..he'd keep all the other horses in shape, thats for sure!! My parents won't let me talk to a theraputic riding center because he is a "physco spazz and a monster". Ha. Yeah. Your the monster for taking him away from me for something that isn't my fault. You guys will cry over Mango, why won't cry for Rebel? He healed me when Mango left, but your too blind to see that.

Mango

I'm always talking about him, no one really know who he was. But everyone that did know him, nearly breaks into tears when they think about him.

Mango (AQHA- Mango Irish) was an ex race horse. After his racing career, he went to a barrel trainer who probably never should have sat on a horse in the first place. He ran Mango hard and never really did slow work on the pattern. Mango turned into a devil of a horse, "pyscho" they called him. He would rear up in the alley way, nearly flipping over. He'd get so crazy on the pattern, he'd nearly jump the barrels. Mango went up for sale at the age of a 11, and a girl named Ashley bought him. She was scared to death of him, so he was then sent to Karen Hill for training. She got Mango into the kind soul everyone knew him to be. Karen was my best friends mom, and the first time I ever went over to their house, I was placed on Mango. Kasey thought it would be an awesome idea to race. Bareback. Nowadays, I'd be perfectly fine with that idea! But at that point I had been scared to lope a horse since Dream bucked me off the first time. Well, Kasey took off infront of me, and Mango followed. However, everytime I'd nearly fall off, he'd break back down to a trot and let me regain my balance. I was hooked on him after that. I learned how to ride again on him. I wasn't scared to lope anymore, infact, all I wanted to do was to go FAST. I was heart broken when Kasey said they had to sell Mango (He was around 17 at this point), they just had too many horses. I was terrified because I was in love with this horse, and I didn't think my parents would let me have him. Karen talked my parents into coming out and watching me ride him. I loped circles all around the pasture and jumped, bareback, something they had never seen me do. They thought about it, and finally they decided he could be mine. The next 3 years I spent with Mango were the best years of my life. I went to who knows how many rodeos with him. I'd spend all summer at Kasey's, and I'd bring him along with me. When it would rain, we'd ride him double through the creeks and puddles that formed in her pastures. I took him to Nationals for drill down in Texas, and every morning I'd get up super early to make sure he was the cleanest, fittest horse there. No one expected a horse like Mango to do what he did, but he did it. Better than any other horse could. I would hop on him bareback in the round pen and lope around, no bridle or anything. He was the best horse a girl could ever ask for. He was sweet, never bit or tried to kick. He was the only horse on the Varsity drill team that didn't have to be walked a million times by the bucking shoots, he wasn't scared of anything. I never though anything would ever happen to Mango, he was tough, nothing phases a horse like him....
Mango was known for choking, and he did several times with me, but we never had to call a vet. He'd normally cough it back up, or we'd take the water hose and let water run down his throat and it would clear up. However, when I was spending the night at my grandmas, my brother randomly showed up and was like "Mango is choking" okayyy why didn't I get a phone call?! We ran back to my house and my mom wouldn't stop saying "its all my fault I'm sooo sorry!" She had forgotten to soak Mango's feed. Kasey and Karen were already there, and they said the vet was on the way, so I knew it must be bad. I cried when I walked in the barn and saw him in his stall. He was moaning in pain and trying so hard to clear his throat. After about the worst hour of my life, the vet finally showed up. He seemed to be an ameauter at what he was doing, and it took him a great deal of difficulty to clear Mango's throat. When he pulled the tube out, there was blood on the end of it. Something wasn't right. He told me he should be better by tomorrow, and if not to call him and we would put him on antibiotics. I stayed all day the next day with Mango in his stall. He didn't like having to be penned up. He rolled around a lot, never drank or tried to eat. I knew he wasn't feeling good, infact more of like intense pain. His eyes had lost his sparkle, he just seemed like a shell of himself. I went to bed that night hoping a miracle would happen in the night, that he would be better and have eaten all of his hay in the morning. Far from it. My mom woke me up around 6 to say we were taking him to the vet, he had a bad nose bleed. My mom told me to take a shower, and like an idiot I did. I wish I had known those were the last few minutes of my horses life. My mom came in screaming, "He's dying he's dying!".. I ran out into the barn in nothing but my robe, I didn't care about how cold it was. He was laying in him stall, eyes open, his head pressed hard against the wall with his legs in the weirdest postions. I just sat down by his neck and cried my eyes out for hours..I didn't want him to be gone. Just two days ago I had rode him around the pasture and made plans for next year with him. A few of my friends came over to say goodbye to him...everyone loved Mango. I called up Kasey to tell her what happened, and she cried her eyes out, but her mom made her go to school. I stayed all day with Mango. My dad had drug his corpse onto a flat bed trailer, and we covered him up in a blanket so the neighbors wouldn't freak out on us, but we left his face unncovered. Sassy and Dream stayed close to him all day. At around 9 that night, we took Mango to be burried at Kasey's house, next to two of his deceased pasture buddies, I.D. and Duke. I could hardly watch him be picked up by his back legs and lowered into his forever home. I screamed "I love you Mango" until my voice went hoarse. I got inside the hole and gave him one last kiss, and scratched his lucky sock one last time. I didn't watch them burry him, but I did keep some of the dirt from that night, I still have his shoes, and I cut off a little bit of his tail and mane. These are just sad reminders of my best friend.

1 year strong:)

Today was me and Peytons one year. It was amazing:) We shovled a lot of drive ways and made over $50!! We played in the snow for a while and even dug some tunnels that we could crawl through. Peyton's truck, even though she isn't all that pretty to look at, is a freaking BEAST. We never got stuck and we even pulled out a few cars and trucks. He got me a really pretty necklace.. its a heart, and it has Rubys on one half and diamonds on the other..He said Ruby is my birthdstone, which it isn't but I am not about to correct him..Red is 10x prettier than light light light blue!!!! I made him guess what his present was, and he never did guess it, and I was like "welllll maybe a roll bar?" and he FLIPPED OUT!!! He was sooo happy! I told him I'm going to start getting money together since my mom won't let me use the money I got from selling my saddle to spend on a roll bar for him, and he is totally okay with it!!!

Also, I rode Sassy around in the snow today!! It was really fun!! And Rebel was feeling good this morning and him and Dusty had a really exciting game of tag!! Rebel has ripped Dusty's blanket to shreds though..grrr that horse...lol. I still love him to bits though!! And I got some pictures of me on Sassy and Rebel and Dusty playing, so I sent them into the news station. They posted it and they said my name was GARY!!!!! I had on a bright pink jacket and boots!! My name is KAIANN, I never even mentioned the word GARY! Lol!!! But I had several people go nuts on my facebook telling me about it!!!! I'm so famous...roll out the red carpet Hollywood, these hooves are coming your way!! :P

OH my its cold.

AHHHH!! Cold just doesn't describe anything. There must be a better word for this, freezingness that my blonde mind just can't think of. The wind is blowing like crazy, with 60 mph gusts. Its not snowing anymore, its just blowing around and creating some HUGE snow drifts. I'll try to post some pictures if the wind calms down. IF that is.
My school is cancled today, and tomorrow, and we already have Friday off. So really, whats the point in going on Thursday? :P I'm not big on school...Who is?!

My poor horses have been bundled up under the lean-to all day long, I don't think they have left to get a drink. Poor babies:( However, there is a perfectly capable BARN with STALLS and WATER TROUGHS that they could go to, but of course, why would they do that?! Makes no sense to be warm and have warm water, nahh lets just stand here in the wind. Sounds like a fool proof plan to me!!!

I've pretty much just been finding random things to do all day. I have a subscribtion to Giddy Up Flix, so I was watching my Martha Josey barrel racing video that came in the mail. (for those of you that don't know what Giddy Up Flix is, its like NetFlix, but for horse lovers. They have HUNDREDS of awesome videos for literally every disiplen!!). That made me want to get into barrel racing again, and I've been looking at saddles all day. Well...my birthdays coming up..lol. I can't find one I really like. I'm not picky, I don't need some brand new thing, infact used would be a plus. But, I don't want a crap saddle..no Billy Cooks, no Silver Royal, no....
Okay maybe I am picky...

Tomorrow is me and Peyton's one year!! :D I'm so excited but I feel bad that I haven't gotten his present yet:/ Not my fault that my mom has control of my bank account!!!! :P I made him a sticker of his truck that has a roll bar on it (he might not even get the hint lol). I'll tell him that its my promise to get a job, and get one for him by the time summer rolls around. I hope he'll understand!!!! Roll bars aren't cheap, and he wants one with lights so thats not going to help with price AT ALL lol