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