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Okay, I’m willing to concede that when people say summer is monsoon season in Florida, they are not joking. In the past week we’ve gotten about 10″ of rain. The evening deluges are impressive… it just pours like hell for hours, with rivers of water running across the top of the ground.

These storms have a lot of lightning too, so my horses have been spending their evenings and overnight in their stalls. Which has made them a bit more… fresh… than usual. Gemma’s sass level has been dialed up, and Presto seems to be stuck in SupremeDingDong mode. He’s been alright to ride (I say that before we head off for our jump lesson this morning… hopefully I don’t get murdered), but sometimes he’ll just start galloping circles in his turnout, screaming his fool head off for absolutely no reason. Just funsies. And every morning when I go get them from the barn to turn them out, he plays shark attack with the halter, and it turns into a battle of wills to get the halter out of his mouth and onto his head. He’s a fast mofo with that mouth, man.

Even the field, which had yet to be too wet to ride in even a single time since we got here in early May, has leaped right over “squishy” and into “there is literally a lake in the middle”. Thank goodness for the arena or I wouldn’t have anywhere dry enough to ride. And I have to say, compared to a lot of farms around here this place does drain pretty well, and all the vital infrastructure is on higher ground, so thank goodness we’re not having problems that others around here are having, with flooded barns and water up to the top board of their pasture fence in places. There’s standing water in a few spots, mostly down by the pond, but we aren’t flooded and the turnout footing is still fine since it’s so sandy, so considering how much rain we’ve had it’s not bad. If the rain could pump the brakes for a few days that would be great, but according to the forecast it’s just going to rain every day forever. I’d been thinking about getting a kayak, maybe I should…

In other news, the SO decided that since he moved to a super horsey area, he should learn how to ride a little bit. He’s ridden Henry 4 times now, and this past time was his first time trotting. It’s always very satisfying to me how people think riding can’t be that hard and then they do it and they’re like Jesus Christ. He’s a cyclist so he’s at least starting from a good place athletically, but it sure is a lot different from riding a bike.

To all of Henry’s eternal credit, he’s been an absolute fucking trooper for this. He’s kind but he is not what I would call a total beginner lesson horse type by any means, so his patience and tolerance for this is earning him yet another golden crown (how many is he up to now, like 300?). Don’t get me wrong, Henry absolutely 100% takes advantage of the SO… yanking his head down to graze whenever he feels like it, pretending he doesn’t know how to walk faster than a crawl, whipping him in the eye with his tail the entire time he’s being groomed, etc. We wouldn’t expect any less of Henry would we? But the fact that he will tolerate a floppy bouncy beginner all over his back is pretty damn stellar. Just when you thought the best horse on the planet couldn’t get any better.

SO already decided that he needs some proper riding clothes because riding in jeans sucks (you are correct sir), so we went around to some tack shops last week to let him try on breeches. It will surprise precisely NONE OF YOU that he didn’t like any of the ones in the sub-$150 range, and indeed the only ones he liked out of the 10 pairs he tried on were the $300 Ego7’s. To be fair, they really did fit him the best. So now we’re on the hunt for a good deal on some of those (they have to be black, naturally, which the store didn’t have in his size). Next we’ll get him a proper riding helmet, but he was so irritated with trying on breeches that he Could Not Even with the helmets. Now he knows how we all feel when trying riding clothes…

Ok this time I am actually aware that it’s Saturday. I tried to post this yesterday and WordPress barfed all over itself and deleted the post, and I didn’t have time then to redo it, so here we are. Just do me a favor and pretend it’s Friday.

I’m not the only one on the strugglebus, because Baby Quinlee also had a bit of an oops this week. Y’all don’t even know how hard it is to be a baby horse. One minute you’re yeehawing around the pasture, as one does.

And then the next minute… uh oh. Oh no. Too much hay. Too fast. Too many legs.

Next thing you know you’re riding the Lawn Dart Express down to get a Dirt Sandwich.

The real question is, though… did she learn her lesson?

Of course not.

Happy weekend!

Guess what we did on Monday?

I mentioned last week that I wanted to take Henry out for a little XC action, just for funsies. It makes him happy, it makes me happy… why not. That’s the beauty of living here in Ocala where I can drive 10 minutes to any number of places for a quick pop-around, and it’s not an all day thing or a big expense or a big deal. Still blows my mind. I schooled two horses and was home by 10. Badabingbadaboom. Have I maybe mentioned a time or two that I love Ocala? No? I do.

I figured if I was taking Henry I may as well take one of the kiddos too, and since Presto had had a jump lesson the day before, he’d earned the day off and Gemma was the winner. I opted to take them to Majestic Oaks mostly because they’d just had a show there and I wanted to ride the whole Starter course on Gemma to see what she thought. She’s been the Majestic to school once already with Hillary, so I figured it would be a relatively easy outing for her and a nice repeat.

Since it was getting hot fast, I started with Henry. I soon as we walked out to the XC he was in absolute Game On mode and warmup up like he thought he was at the Olympics. It really isn’t hard to make this horse happy… food and XC. Done. I didn’t do a whole lot with him, just warmed him up and popped him around a handful of the Training level jumps. Ok well perhaps I did encourage him a bit because I went to the startbox and gave him a countdown and let him come out of there and gallop over the first few before we went and did some combos. I love both of the babies but it sure is fun to get back on my long-time friend and just go enjoy ourselves. Henry was very pleased with all of his efforts, as I’m sure you can imagine. I was on him for all of 25-30 minutes but that was all he needed for an ego boost, and all I needed to put a smile on my face. He’s still the king.

After that we went back to the trailer and I switched over to Gemma. She was a little bit ants-in-the-pants, as she tends to be a lot of the time anyway, but overall pretty calm. She’s not upset or frantic, she just needs to move her feet sometimes. Not a big deal. At that point we were also quite literally the only trailer there, so we had the place to ourselves.

We did a quick warmup, mostly making sure she was listening and relaxed, and then I started trotting some little logs. She always, without fail, jumps the first handful of fences like they’re 4′ high. I’ve just come to expect it by this point. So we trotted and cantered some little stuff until she was being less dramatic, made sure we were adjustable and straight, then I took her over to the startbox. My goal was to just ride her around the whole Starter course, a chunk at a time.

By the time we got like 3 jumps in she was already bored and just loping over everything, but that’s exactly what I wanted. I know she’s brave, I know she’s careful, but I need her to also be relaxed and confident and rideable and using her body correctly. I have no doubt that I could point her at bigger things and she’d jump them no question, but I care more about the how right now than the what. If we take the time in the beginning to establish the how, the what will be a lot easier later.

Gemma really is a fun little horse to ride, she’s quick and catty and athletic, and super adjustable. A different type than my other two for sure, but she’s so game and tries so hard, it’s really adorable.

She was definitely more unsure of herself when she got farther away and was by herself, so that’s good information to have for whenever it comes time to actually horse show. Really the only “bad” thing Gemma did the whole time though was spook at a flock of birds that were directly beside a log and decided that the perfect time for all 9000 of them to fly away was when she was like 3 strides out. She teleported sideways at that, and I don’t really blame her.

Honestly though, not a bad way to spend a Monday morning.

Well dang y’all, I didn’t have a jump lesson for almost a year and now I had TWO in the past week. Both of the the baby horses went over to Steph’s for some jompies last week (on different days, because I might be stupid but I’m not a masochist).

First up was Gemma. It was only her second-ever lesson, and her second time going over there, and would be her first time jumping there, so we opted to keep it very very simple and easy and positive. The great thing about having no real timeline for a horse is that there’s no pressure to try to do more, we can just take it day by day and do whatever feels best. We decided to take this first time to just let her pop over some very small things, see all the fillers (I really don’t have fillers here aside from a couple flower boxes – definitely no fake rocks or liverpools or unicorns or any of that fun stuff), and just keep it very low key and relaxed.

Since the goal was to introduce her to fillers, after we warmed up, we decided to tackle just the liverpool tray by itself first. Steph led her back and forth past it a few times, and Gemma didn’t even seem inclined enough to actually look at it. So Steph stepped on it, making it crinkle, and Gemma still didn’t even seem to notice. So Steph made her next pass very close to the edge and Gemma was like “Omg y’all, ya know what, I feel like you’re just wasting my damn time at this point.” pushed past Steph, and just traipsed right over the liverpool on her own. Her face was like “Jesus, are y’all stupid or something? It’s not hard.”.

Well alright then. So then we trotted back and forth over that, then Steph built a crossrail over it. No big deal. She overjumped it the first several times, as Gemma does with any jump at the beginning of a jump school. Then we started adding more jumps on the course, all crossrails and all at a trot, so it was simple and slow and had time for her brain to connect to her feet. Naturally she didn’t give a crap about any of those fillers whatsoever. Steph was like “wow she really is brave huh?”. Indeed I was not exaggerating when I said that about this one, she really is.

We put a few courses together, circling in between fences or in the corners to get her balance and rhythm back. We want her to be making a little big better shape in the air – sometimes Gemma’s Simplest Solution is to just rocket launch up in the air. Appreciate the effort girlfriend, but we gotta jump AROUND things and use our back in the air. She got better and better with that as we went, and ended up cantering out over the fake rock jump on an angled line like a little star. Good girl Gems. Next time we’ll start doing some grid work, which I think will be really great for her. Just wanted to get her comfortable and confident over there first before we made it hard.

A few days later I went back with Presto, and finally it was my turn to jump him. Finally! If you recall I’ve only ever actually had one jump lesson on him before, last September before he got hurt. Steph’s put some training rides on him now and gotten a good feel for him, and played around to see what works well for him and what doesn’t. We’ve been working on that very annoying little all-body-parts-going-different-directions and head toss thing he liked to do so much in the last few strides before the jump. He’s been getting better and better with that. He’s straight now, and the head toss is greatly diminished. Thus, she said it was my turn.

Tell you what, if I thought Henry was the horse that taught me how to ride, Presto is gonna be the one that teaches me how to ride More Better. He is so interesting. He’s massive so he feels like he’s covering a ton of ground, but it’s actually a little challenging to keep him in front of your leg. He needs A LOT of support from the leg in general (Henry or Gemma would be in the next county). He’s also very long, so keeping him put together down the lines and putting him back together in the corners takes me a few strides too long right now. I gotta get quicker and more finessed.

Presto is much more physical effort to ride than my Thoroughbreds. Partly because he’s so big, partly because he’s still weak, and partly because that’s just kind of him as a horse. He’s a lot of effort on all counts. He’s really FUN though, and I said I was ready for a new challenge, so here he is delivering. What I love about him is that he’s super honest, wants to jump the jumps, and doesn’t get upset if/when things go wrong. He has plenty of ability and boldness. And when you actually get him to a jump well and he rocks back… boy has got some power in that weenie little gangly hind end. Or he will someday at least.

We did a lot of footwork exercises/grids, which were good for both of us, and ended with a one stride to four stride line that he was really super about. I know it will be a learning process to figure him out, but that makes it exciting. Ya know what was hella fun though? Flying over that unicorn oxer (I love that jump, I’m going to steal it) on my derpy little unicorn baby horse. It’s been a long damn time coming, and to even just feel this level of semi-competent on him now… not gonna lie, it is fucking fantastic. We have a very long way to go, but at least we’re sorta kinda doing the thing?

Now that I feel like we’re settling into a program that works for all of us, I’m pumped to get back over there with both of them on a regular basis and keep chipping away!

How many of you read that title and were like “there’s more than ONE something wrong with you” or “let’s see which thing it is this time”? Uh huh, I thought so. Rude.

ANYWAY, in this particular scenario I’m referring to the fact that I have once again fallen down a slippery slope of internet browsing for pretty things. This time it was show shirts. In my defense I really haven’t shown much in the past few years and haven’t had a reason to accumulate any show shirts. Not that that’s really stopped me from uh, picking up one or two here and there (I may or may not have a sparkly navy one and a black Samshield one with glitter and an ivory lace one). Now that we aren’t too far away (hopefully) from getting the kiddos out to some horse shows, I had a look through all my show clothes to assess the situation. It’s… interesting.

I’ve got a couple pairs of white breeches that sort of fit. I’m good on show coats. The boot situation is fire. Helmets are also solid. Do I have some show shirts? Yes. Are they all a bit off-beat? Yes. I have no white shirts, nothing subtle, definitely nothing even remotely classic or conservative. I like my off-beat options, for sure, but also if there’s a chance that I might go careening across the dressage court on a wild baby horse, maaaaaybe I should dial back the outfit a bit? I should probably have at least one white shirt in my closet.

So off I scampered over to Riding Warehouse to see what they’ve got. And then, ya know, one thing led to another and I ended up with an obscene amount of shirts on my Wish List.

Thus now I’m making it Everyone’s Problem and y’all get to help me pick. Or weigh in if you have any of these. Or buy a few for yourself and we can compare notes. YOLO.

Naturally I was immediately drawn to all the navy ones, because we all know that I have a navy problem.

Hi, you’re my type.

Hey girl, so you are you.

Wait NO! No no no… the task at hand is a white shirt. A WHITE SHIRT. A SEMI-NORMAL, BUDGET-FRIENDLY, REGULAR WHITE SHIRT. Come on self, let’s focus.

Pikeur Kennya

This is probably the definition of basic for me – plain white. It does have the mesh top and arms though, which I really like, and Pikeur usually has nice fabrics. Is it too boring for me though?

Shockemohle Clea

This one is a little less boring, with it’s little metal beads around the collar. Still nothing wild but a little more interesting at least.

Horze Kaitlin

I really like the silver flowers on the shoulders, it makes it less boring. Plus the fabric looks meshy, which I like. Does the zipper make it too casual though? It also comes in navy and a light purpley-pink color that got me very distracted and wanting those for just regular everyday riding shirts. I mean, the price is right… (send help).

Ovation Elegance

This one would look very classic with a coat over it, but I always like anything with a lace sleeve.

LeMieux Amelie

Ok I like that this one has rhinestone buttons and the little polka-dotted mesh part at the top. It’s still interesting but classic enough since it’s white… right?

LeMieux Olivia

Moving on to long sleeve options, I loooove the laser-cut details on this one. It’s my jam for sure. Of course, with a coat on you wouldn’t see any of that. Gah I love it though.

Horze Sianna

Ok the ONLY thing that’s appealing to me personally about a ruffle is that it gives a little bit of a stock tie look. I like the lace on this one too, and the pearly snaps. I just feel like I might look ridiculous (George Washington, anyone?) in a ruffle, even if I like how it looks on other people.

Thoughts? Assistance?