Jumpin' In
After a great deal of prodding from a family member, I have finally decided to take the plunge and become more involved and active with some of the various aspects the web has to offer.I am in the midst of developing a couple of sites, one to focus on the various aspects of life according to ME and the other focusing on my primary source of income that happens to be managing a business that is typically reserved for or thought to be "a man's job."I hope as I coast along this journey, I will meet new friends and inspire many who are often faced with opposition in life. I've come a long way and still have far to go, but through my own lifes lessons I believe there is hope for a brighter tomorrow.
Dare to Dream
All of my life I wanted Horses. I was an only child and we lived in the country but my parents knew nothing of farm animals. My first real riding experience was on a runaway pony that my neighbor owned. He was great heading out away in the field, but turn back towards home...............hang on. I laughed and flopped the entire way back. My mother freaked, but I felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to be.My friend moved away when I was in sixth grade. No more Lynny and no more Ponies. My cousin who lived several miles down the road had neighbors with horses. One in particular, Tar. I loved riding her. She was a black quarter mare that you could do anything on. My cousin and I spent long hours down at their house riding. My cousin then got horses and we spent long hours riding at her house. I spent every weekend I could at Gayla's. We had to put up hay and do the regular chores that come with it but we did not care, didn't even mind the snakes. Unfortunate events caused the horses to go away from there but I never gave up on owning my own.Later, I got married while still considered very young and my husband owned a buckskin. He hadn't been involved with him for years. Joe (the horse) never realized that he was ever any older than three. Let's just say that I ended up at the chiropractor’s office several times a week from a spill off the back. A couple years later and many spills later Joe was a little easier to stay on. We found a couple of mares that needed rescued. They were really in bad shape when we got them. My husbands father (my ex-husband now but that comes later in the story) can do just about anything with horses. He helped us get the weight back on them, helped us get there feet corrected and within a year we were all trail riding and my daughter Amanda was showing her Wren Pony. That horse was the best horse ever. Amanda would take her cat Boots for a rides, she would take naps on her back as wren grazed ever so gently around the pasture, and sometimes I would find Amanda just sitting and playing under Wren's belly. She was really old when we got her and my daughter took it really hard when she finally died. She took her blanket out to the stall and stayed in the corner with her until she died. She refused to come in.
Now, 4 years later Amanda is co-owner of Missy. She barrels with her. I thought Missy would be the end of my nervous system. Let’s just say she likes it better on two legs...her back ones. My daughter was a trooper though and did all that she could do to get that horse broken. She still has to be rode by someone who knows what they are doing but she has turned out to be a really good horse. I finally have two of my own, we call them Classy and Clue. The pair I always dreamed of. Classy was broke when I got her, but not Clue. We had to build a round pen for him. I sent him away for 30 days for a friend to put some ground work on.....When he came back they told me he would be likely to hurt me. He threw several people and acted very unruly without a bit of respect, etc. I had never seen that side of Clue. He is the most docile horse I have ever met outside of Wren. I have take t he natural approach with him. I pray allot and follow my heart. I ride him and my best friend rides him and my boyfriend who has only ridden as a nine year old at a camp took him trail riding for the first time. He is a pure gentleman. I know that some of us do not get that lucky but Clue truly trusts us. We have taken everything slow with him and never allowed things to get out of control. I have always asked, pushed and received. I always let him set the pace in his learning. My hope for this horse is to become a lifelong friend. We have all the time in the world to learn. He responds to verbal commands and you would think that he's a puppy sometimes. My point is that I am a 35 year old, divorced mother of a teenager who never ever gave up on my dream. Most people told me it was too much work, too much money; it just isn't feasible for you. I am so glad I followed my dreams and did not listen. Each day I look out my window and see these beautiful horses I thank God. Patience is a virtue!
