I miss my ponies. I haven't rode in a week. Which isn't that crazy, seeing as how I rode maybe once a week, for 10 minutes at a walk when Andy was lame (a good 8 weeks before he was completely sound again). And when I was working 80 hours a week I could only see Andy once a week, and went a few weeks without riding. So one measly week is not that long, but I am spoiled from riding 5+ times a week, sometimes on more than one horse. But a week+ off is not a good thing. Katie and I have often discussed this. You lose a lot in one week of not riding. We'd go maybe 4 or 5 days on a long weekend without riding, then go out and ride polo ponies together, and we'd be huffing and puffing, and sore the next day. Who knows how out of shape I'll be when I ride. Not only have I not been riding, I've not been doing ANYTHING at all. Even sitting at a desk for 4 hours makes my back hurt. Weaksauce.
My doctor said I could start riding again as soon as I felt ready...Does my staggering impatience count as "ready?" I actually feel really good when I wake up in the mornings, pretty much back-spasm free. Of course, by the time I go to bed my back hurts, and is stiff and spasming. So I guess that means ride early? I don't want to ride too hard too soon, but I don't want to lose too much muscle tone either. That being said, I'm going to try to ride tomorrow! I don't really plan on trotting or cantering. I just want to evaluate how it effects my back. Not to mention, I'm supposed to have a dressage lesson on Friday with a new dressage trainer. I planned it weeks ago, for the first opening she had, and I really want to do it. I figured that I would be sufficiently recovered 10 days after falling, so I didn't cancel it. I figured if I still felt awful Tuesday or today, I could cancel...and I don't feel awful. I feel on the fence. So it's kind of too late to cancel now, so I'm just gonna go for it. I'll pay for the lesson, even if I can only walk and have to end things early!
This whole situation is just lame. I knew my luck was running out, and that sooner or later I would have a bad fall and get hurt. I just thought it would be off of Andy, and thought that maybe I'd get a broken arm or hand or something cool, get a cast, and still ride. But backs are important. You kind of need them to do, oh, anything. And I don't want to have to do physical therapy- been there, done that, got the t-shirt. I spent 3 months in PT for a silly knee injury (thank you crazy TB mare), and don't really want to go back for my back. If there was one thing I learned in PT for my knee, it was that I made everything worse by inactivity and guarding that knee. My quad completely atrophied and started pulling my kneecap out of alignment, causing most of my pain. My pt was pretty much just targeted strength training. I don't know how back PT would be different. I'm also trying to keep the medical treatments to a minimum and keep everything hush-hush, because the fall happened on my trainer's horse, during the course of a lesson. I signed the release and take full responsibility for what happened, but I know how insurance companies work and if they knew the real circumstances of the accident I worry about them going after my trainer to pay for medical expenses. So I've been lying about which horse I came off of to any and all medical professionals. She did tell me that there wasn't much I could do to prevent the fall, or stay on once it the horse bolted, but I am of the opinion that if I were a better rider that had better control, then it wouldn't have happened.
I will be sure to update with whatever happens during my ride tomorrow! I haven't decided whether or ride Andy or LB. LB's a steady-eddy that would probably be easier to ride, but Andy is my pony and I adore him, not to mention that with me out of commission there is no one to ride him.
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Mares= the devil
Every horse I get from now to ever will be a gelding. I do not like dealing with mares! A mare screwed up my knee throwing a bitch fit. A mare bucked me off on Tuesday. And my own mare caused me a mess of trouble today.
I went out to the barn today to try a saddle on LB, with my mom. I am still crippled, and can't lift anything, lead a horse, ride, or pretty much do anything. My mom brought out Love Bug, and she was being a pain- calling to Andy, dancing around, being pushy. I had my mom do so ground work in the arena, and she started behaving again. She put her back in the cross ties, and LB was being okay, until one of the barn cats came screaming out of the bushes into the barn, making a racket, which spooked the horse. In a panic, LB turned herself around in the crossties, and before my mom or I could undo the quick-release latches Love Bug somehow completely slipped the halter.
So off she went through the aisle, and out the back off the barn, to the pasture. Unfortunately, at the same time one of the little girls that has a horse out at the barn was leading him (Mo) out to his pasture. She still had him in hand when Love Bug came tearing out like a demon from the barn, and he started freaking out to, so we yelled at her just to let him go, and shut herself in the paddock, which she did. Poor little think was completely terrified and was crying hysterically by the time I hobbled out there.
So Love Bug, and Mo went up to each other. Mo is 15, and was a stallion until just about a year ago, and he still things that he is. So he was thinking about getting busy. They did the typical horsey-meet each other thing, where she squealed and struck at him. After a minute she walked away and he followed, and I realized, horror of all horrors, that she was in heat and she wanted him. She led him to the fence of the paddock she has with Andy, they started flirting. Poor Andy came over to the fence and was horrified to see his girlfriend with another guy, being all slutty. She was letting Mo sniff her all over, and groom her, and she was holding her tail up and "winking." I was pretty sure that we were going to get a lesson in biology real quick. Poor, poor, Andy. He was so upset watching all this go down mere inches away from him.
Fortunately for us, horses are dumb and like food more than sex, so we got a bag of treats and they both went for it, meaning that Mo was easily grabbed and Love Bug was easily haltered. Crisis, averted, and the 10 year old girl will have to figure out how foals are made some other day.
So, in conclusion, I WILL ALWAYS BUY GELDINGS! Andy might be a goofball, but he's a consistent goofball.
I went out to the barn today to try a saddle on LB, with my mom. I am still crippled, and can't lift anything, lead a horse, ride, or pretty much do anything. My mom brought out Love Bug, and she was being a pain- calling to Andy, dancing around, being pushy. I had my mom do so ground work in the arena, and she started behaving again. She put her back in the cross ties, and LB was being okay, until one of the barn cats came screaming out of the bushes into the barn, making a racket, which spooked the horse. In a panic, LB turned herself around in the crossties, and before my mom or I could undo the quick-release latches Love Bug somehow completely slipped the halter.
So off she went through the aisle, and out the back off the barn, to the pasture. Unfortunately, at the same time one of the little girls that has a horse out at the barn was leading him (Mo) out to his pasture. She still had him in hand when Love Bug came tearing out like a demon from the barn, and he started freaking out to, so we yelled at her just to let him go, and shut herself in the paddock, which she did. Poor little think was completely terrified and was crying hysterically by the time I hobbled out there.
So Love Bug, and Mo went up to each other. Mo is 15, and was a stallion until just about a year ago, and he still things that he is. So he was thinking about getting busy. They did the typical horsey-meet each other thing, where she squealed and struck at him. After a minute she walked away and he followed, and I realized, horror of all horrors, that she was in heat and she wanted him. She led him to the fence of the paddock she has with Andy, they started flirting. Poor Andy came over to the fence and was horrified to see his girlfriend with another guy, being all slutty. She was letting Mo sniff her all over, and groom her, and she was holding her tail up and "winking." I was pretty sure that we were going to get a lesson in biology real quick. Poor, poor, Andy. He was so upset watching all this go down mere inches away from him.
Fortunately for us, horses are dumb and like food more than sex, so we got a bag of treats and they both went for it, meaning that Mo was easily grabbed and Love Bug was easily haltered. Crisis, averted, and the 10 year old girl will have to figure out how foals are made some other day.
So, in conclusion, I WILL ALWAYS BUY GELDINGS! Andy might be a goofball, but he's a consistent goofball.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Colic
Worst day ever! The day that I was going back to work, today, my barn owner, Mel called at told me that Andy was showing symptoms of colic- not finishing his grain and laying down. Holy crap! So I rushed my crippled self out to the barn, and by the time I got there he was happy-go-lucky pooping, drinking and eating. So I calmed down and went to work.
When I was at work, Mel called again and said he found him lying down in his paddock, and when she went to walk him he kicked at his gut twice. I was at work, in the middle of urgent projects, and couldn't do anything except get mildly hysterical. By the time I got to the barn a second time, he was up, had pooped, drank, and wanted hay. He had gut sounds, normal respiration and heart rate, pink gums, and good capillary refill. And he wanted his dinner grain badly. Sign. Way to put me through the ringer, Andrew. So he is fine as of now. BO's daughter (Launa, who's kind of the barn manager, and also a vet tech) checked him before bed time, and he was his normal goofy self, so I'm not worried.
I'm just grateful that I have my horses in such a great, caring barn, where they get looked after so closely. I've never actually had a horse colic on me before, so I was incredibly panicky having it happen, even though he was fine both times I checked on him. I'm glad I had Mel and Launa, who have seen many horses through colic and know what is an emergency and what is a watch and wait situation. Not that I would ever hesitate to call the vet when needed, but the vet isn't always needed, and sometimes I get over anxious.
Horses have caused me so much trouble this week! Sheesh!
When I was at work, Mel called again and said he found him lying down in his paddock, and when she went to walk him he kicked at his gut twice. I was at work, in the middle of urgent projects, and couldn't do anything except get mildly hysterical. By the time I got to the barn a second time, he was up, had pooped, drank, and wanted hay. He had gut sounds, normal respiration and heart rate, pink gums, and good capillary refill. And he wanted his dinner grain badly. Sign. Way to put me through the ringer, Andrew. So he is fine as of now. BO's daughter (Launa, who's kind of the barn manager, and also a vet tech) checked him before bed time, and he was his normal goofy self, so I'm not worried.
I'm just grateful that I have my horses in such a great, caring barn, where they get looked after so closely. I've never actually had a horse colic on me before, so I was incredibly panicky having it happen, even though he was fine both times I checked on him. I'm glad I had Mel and Launa, who have seen many horses through colic and know what is an emergency and what is a watch and wait situation. Not that I would ever hesitate to call the vet when needed, but the vet isn't always needed, and sometimes I get over anxious.
Horses have caused me so much trouble this week! Sheesh!
Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Sometimes Ponies are Jerks
Seriously. Not my two ponies, because I give them Sleezies and Jolly-Balls and Show-Sheen and they love me. But other jerk ponies. Namely the silly mare I ride during my jumping lessons. She gets points for being a bay thoroughbred (my favorite!), but loses points for making evil snake faces when she gets brushed. Today, Snake-Face decided to throw a hissy fit as a cantered her over two trot polls. As we were going over the second, I released her head with my hands, and before I could even half-halt she exploded into a gallop. I wasn't really scared, because I've been run away with before. Out of control galloping doesn't scare me too much. I was just surprised, because earlier in my lesson the horse was being sluggish, lazy, and completely dead to my leg, and we'd done the gymnastics course a few times before with no huge issues.
So I was furiously trying to check her up, while my trainer was yelling "PULL BACK! PULL BACK!" when she started bucking. I lasted about .5 bucks until I went flying off. If there's one thing I consistently think as I fall, it's "KICK YOUR FEET OUT OF THE STIRRUPS NOW!" Every time I fall it's the one thought that blares through my head. I remember thinking it, and trying frantically to make sure my left foot came out as I rotated around, cause my toe was still in. Fortunately, my foot did not get caught. I would've been pissed if it had, because my knee is finally better from the last time I got caught in the stirrups (thanks to another cranky-pant thoroughbred mare). I fell off to the left, and rotated completely around, so I landed flat on my back.
I hit hard. Because I have a ghetto booty, my ass broke my fall. Holy crap, it hurt so bad! My tailbone felt like it was on fire. This is gross, but I was afraid for a little while that blood was going to start leaking out of my butt. That painful. It was the first fall where I couldn't immediately spring up after hitting the dirt. Usually I just pop up and grab my horse. I couldn't even sit up for a few seconds. I laughed at the absurdity of falling off, smack dab in front of my trainer (we were like 10 feet away from her) and another boarder, and having my first real fall in almost two years. My last "fall" was July, off of Andy, and I landed on my feet, so it was really more of an unscheduled dismount. The time before that was January of 2009, when Love Bug tripped at the canter and I fell over her shoulder, in an epic-ly lame fall. I just couldn't believe that that had happened, and that Andy wasn't the cause of it!
So I felt things out, and determined that I wasn't too badly hurt, and finally sat up and assured my trainer that I was ok (I had to tell her several times, as she didn't believe me, heck I didn't even believe me at first). After a minute or two I could get it. My tailbone hurt like a mother, and I was completely shook up. Of course, I HAD to get back on. I was sufficiently freaked out that I really needed to get back of Callie, the mare, and canter her again over poles, or I might never be able to do it again without having serious fear issues. And I think I was so pumped full of adrenaline from the fall that I wasn't in too much pain. So I got back on, and she was still being a jacked-up butt head but I got her to listen to me, got her brakes working again, then cantered successfully over some more poles. Score 1 me.
Of course, then I went home and the pain started kicking in. My tailbone was radiated pain, and my back was starting to stiffen up and become unbearably painful, so I went to the doctor, got some X-rays (I didn't fracture my tailbone! yay!), some vicodin, and some muscle relaxers. Thank goodness, because I can't really walk (I do this awkward shuffling crab walk), or sit, or do anything except lie down. But the drugs make me at least comfortable, which is good, because ibuprofen does nothing.
Sadly, I can't ride for a while. According to my doctor, I need to take a "long time" off and take recovery slowly. heheh, to me, a long time is a week. I honestly have no idea how long it will take to feel better, or how long it will take for my tailbone to be okay. I've bruised it before, and it took about two months to get completely better. And it hurt a lot when I was riding after I feel. Right now there is no way I can sit a canter on it. So I'm taking things slow. My goal is to be able to ride on my lesson a week from today. Suck. I hate not being able to ride. I probably need to be able to walk before I can ride.
In conclusion, some horses are assholes. Fortunately, I have nerves of steel and have dealt with a lot of jerk ponies. My trainer actually told me she was surprised I stayed on for as long as I did, and I did it because I had my heels down. Go me! I am going to go to the barn to see Andy and LB soon, and give them a hug and a kiss, because they are nice ponies who don't buck me off. Although I did forgive Callie, because she's a TB, and I like crazy TBs.
So I was furiously trying to check her up, while my trainer was yelling "PULL BACK! PULL BACK!" when she started bucking. I lasted about .5 bucks until I went flying off. If there's one thing I consistently think as I fall, it's "KICK YOUR FEET OUT OF THE STIRRUPS NOW!" Every time I fall it's the one thought that blares through my head. I remember thinking it, and trying frantically to make sure my left foot came out as I rotated around, cause my toe was still in. Fortunately, my foot did not get caught. I would've been pissed if it had, because my knee is finally better from the last time I got caught in the stirrups (thanks to another cranky-pant thoroughbred mare). I fell off to the left, and rotated completely around, so I landed flat on my back.
I hit hard. Because I have a ghetto booty, my ass broke my fall. Holy crap, it hurt so bad! My tailbone felt like it was on fire. This is gross, but I was afraid for a little while that blood was going to start leaking out of my butt. That painful. It was the first fall where I couldn't immediately spring up after hitting the dirt. Usually I just pop up and grab my horse. I couldn't even sit up for a few seconds. I laughed at the absurdity of falling off, smack dab in front of my trainer (we were like 10 feet away from her) and another boarder, and having my first real fall in almost two years. My last "fall" was July, off of Andy, and I landed on my feet, so it was really more of an unscheduled dismount. The time before that was January of 2009, when Love Bug tripped at the canter and I fell over her shoulder, in an epic-ly lame fall. I just couldn't believe that that had happened, and that Andy wasn't the cause of it!
So I felt things out, and determined that I wasn't too badly hurt, and finally sat up and assured my trainer that I was ok (I had to tell her several times, as she didn't believe me, heck I didn't even believe me at first). After a minute or two I could get it. My tailbone hurt like a mother, and I was completely shook up. Of course, I HAD to get back on. I was sufficiently freaked out that I really needed to get back of Callie, the mare, and canter her again over poles, or I might never be able to do it again without having serious fear issues. And I think I was so pumped full of adrenaline from the fall that I wasn't in too much pain. So I got back on, and she was still being a jacked-up butt head but I got her to listen to me, got her brakes working again, then cantered successfully over some more poles. Score 1 me.
Of course, then I went home and the pain started kicking in. My tailbone was radiated pain, and my back was starting to stiffen up and become unbearably painful, so I went to the doctor, got some X-rays (I didn't fracture my tailbone! yay!), some vicodin, and some muscle relaxers. Thank goodness, because I can't really walk (I do this awkward shuffling crab walk), or sit, or do anything except lie down. But the drugs make me at least comfortable, which is good, because ibuprofen does nothing.
Sadly, I can't ride for a while. According to my doctor, I need to take a "long time" off and take recovery slowly. heheh, to me, a long time is a week. I honestly have no idea how long it will take to feel better, or how long it will take for my tailbone to be okay. I've bruised it before, and it took about two months to get completely better. And it hurt a lot when I was riding after I feel. Right now there is no way I can sit a canter on it. So I'm taking things slow. My goal is to be able to ride on my lesson a week from today. Suck. I hate not being able to ride. I probably need to be able to walk before I can ride.
In conclusion, some horses are assholes. Fortunately, I have nerves of steel and have dealt with a lot of jerk ponies. My trainer actually told me she was surprised I stayed on for as long as I did, and I did it because I had my heels down. Go me! I am going to go to the barn to see Andy and LB soon, and give them a hug and a kiss, because they are nice ponies who don't buck me off. Although I did forgive Callie, because she's a TB, and I like crazy TBs.
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Riding Success
My goal, as a rider, is to be able to make every horse that I ride better. My philosophy is that ever ride (heck, every interaction with a horse) is a training situation. You are either training them to do well, or untraining the previous good that has been accomplished.
For a long time, especially when I was doing polo, I was just a passenger rider. I exercised horses, I played polo, I got them to at least listen to basic commands (stop, go, turn, etc) but that was about it.
Finally now I feel like I'm finally learning how to improve each horse I ride. I'm learning things like getting my horse collected, with proper head carriage, versus being hollow with a jacked-up head. I'm learning the basics of lateral, and how to introduce it to my horses to work on flexibility and suppleness. Recently I've been focusing on transitions, and how to get correct transitions that aren't heavy on the forehand.
I feel like I could be learning how to ride for the rest of my life, and I still would not be able to learn all there is to know. That's what I love about riding. There is always something to learn; always new disciplines to explore, and you find a lot of really successful riders are quite a bit older than what many other professional athletes (Ie, in their 40s and 50s). This gives me a lot of hope. I don't ever plan on being a professional rider, but if I want to get really good then I have a lot of time to do so!
For a long time, especially when I was doing polo, I was just a passenger rider. I exercised horses, I played polo, I got them to at least listen to basic commands (stop, go, turn, etc) but that was about it.
Finally now I feel like I'm finally learning how to improve each horse I ride. I'm learning things like getting my horse collected, with proper head carriage, versus being hollow with a jacked-up head. I'm learning the basics of lateral, and how to introduce it to my horses to work on flexibility and suppleness. Recently I've been focusing on transitions, and how to get correct transitions that aren't heavy on the forehand.
I feel like I could be learning how to ride for the rest of my life, and I still would not be able to learn all there is to know. That's what I love about riding. There is always something to learn; always new disciplines to explore, and you find a lot of really successful riders are quite a bit older than what many other professional athletes (Ie, in their 40s and 50s). This gives me a lot of hope. I don't ever plan on being a professional rider, but if I want to get really good then I have a lot of time to do so!
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Trail Riding
I went on a trail ride today, and my horses were absolute angels! It was also the first time we hauled them in the new trailer, and everything went fine. I was sooo stressed out and nervous though.
The horses loaded fairly easily. I put Love Bug in first, and she got upset when I shut her in, trying to see Andy. I really think she thought that she was leaving to go back to the polo team. But she calmed down as soon as Andy got in with her. Then Andy got pissed because he couldn't get the hay from his hay net easily, so he was throwing a small hissy fit trying to get his head in the top of the bag. Love Bug pooped within thirty seconds of putting her in the trailer. We latched the door and were off!
We made one small wrong turn, which resulted in going 7 miles out of our way, then doubling back. Whoopsie. Then we made it to Stubbs Stewart State Park. What a great place to ride! They have a huge horse staging area, not to mention it's free to us because my dad gets free access and camping in state parka. So we tacked up, and then headed out. My friend Katie, who taught me everything about horses, came with. She and I took off by ourselves while my mom and dad relaxed and destressed sitting in the shade of the trailer.
The trail system at Stubbs Stewart is gorgeous! It was like riding through the forest described in Twilight (nerdy, I know). Not to mention that there were some gorgeous viewpoints of the coast range. The footing was also really good too. Lots of hills, but nothing too steep.
Most importantly, the horses were absolute angels! Andy did not try to break into a trot by himself once! We were even able to canter for a little bit, with no running away! I am so happy that he is safe to take on the trails now. Love Bug was a steady eddy, as was expected. After Katie and I rode awhile, I got off Andy and let Katie ride him, while my mom rode LB. We got her to go on a trail loop no problem. I am so proud of both of them, and really happy with Andy's behavior as well, although I think he was a bit distracted by all the yummy looking foliage that was on both sides of the trail. He snuck several mouthfuls, despite my best efforts.
We untacked, and loaded without any problems, then made it back to the barn safely. Then it was time to clean the poop-filled trailer out. It was such a fun trip! I've wanted to trail ride at Stubbs since I bought Andy. Now that I have a trailer I'm going to be up there all the time in the summer.
This is Katie and I ready to hit the trails!
The horses loaded fairly easily. I put Love Bug in first, and she got upset when I shut her in, trying to see Andy. I really think she thought that she was leaving to go back to the polo team. But she calmed down as soon as Andy got in with her. Then Andy got pissed because he couldn't get the hay from his hay net easily, so he was throwing a small hissy fit trying to get his head in the top of the bag. Love Bug pooped within thirty seconds of putting her in the trailer. We latched the door and were off!
We made one small wrong turn, which resulted in going 7 miles out of our way, then doubling back. Whoopsie. Then we made it to Stubbs Stewart State Park. What a great place to ride! They have a huge horse staging area, not to mention it's free to us because my dad gets free access and camping in state parka. So we tacked up, and then headed out. My friend Katie, who taught me everything about horses, came with. She and I took off by ourselves while my mom and dad relaxed and destressed sitting in the shade of the trailer.
The trail system at Stubbs Stewart is gorgeous! It was like riding through the forest described in Twilight (nerdy, I know). Not to mention that there were some gorgeous viewpoints of the coast range. The footing was also really good too. Lots of hills, but nothing too steep.
Most importantly, the horses were absolute angels! Andy did not try to break into a trot by himself once! We were even able to canter for a little bit, with no running away! I am so happy that he is safe to take on the trails now. Love Bug was a steady eddy, as was expected. After Katie and I rode awhile, I got off Andy and let Katie ride him, while my mom rode LB. We got her to go on a trail loop no problem. I am so proud of both of them, and really happy with Andy's behavior as well, although I think he was a bit distracted by all the yummy looking foliage that was on both sides of the trail. He snuck several mouthfuls, despite my best efforts.
We untacked, and loaded without any problems, then made it back to the barn safely. Then it was time to clean the poop-filled trailer out. It was such a fun trip! I've wanted to trail ride at Stubbs since I bought Andy. Now that I have a trailer I'm going to be up there all the time in the summer.
This is Katie and I ready to hit the trails!
Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Setting Goals
Since I've bought Andy, I've been pretty much just riding aimlessly. Not that there's anything wrong with that, but I think it's high time that I set some goals and begin to ride with a purpose. I have the entry form for a nearby dressage schooling show in November that I am about to send it. That gives me a pretty good goal- being ready to ride a training level test by mid-November. So now, instead of just 1 hour of walk/trot/canter when I ride, it's an hour of w/t/c AND schooling- halts, transitions, bending, straightness, collection, being on frame, etc. This is hard work! But I'm really committed to riding this test well.
I've been taking hunt seat lessons with a new trainer for the past month, which is helping me tremendously with my own riding and eventual goal of eventing, but it hasn't helped me so much in my Andy issues- mainly rushing through the bit in a choppy, fast gate. I've decided to start training with the dressage trainer that comes to my barn twice a week. Which means that I will be spending a lot of money on lessons this year, but I feel that it is such a good investment in the rest of my life and riding, that I will gladly pay $300 a month for lessons. Ack, writing it out makes is sound like so much!
In other news, I GOT A TRAILER! Hallelujah! Now I never have to depend on anyone to move my horses. What a load off my shoulders. Not to mention, hello beach rides, trail rides, and lots of shows!
I've been taking hunt seat lessons with a new trainer for the past month, which is helping me tremendously with my own riding and eventual goal of eventing, but it hasn't helped me so much in my Andy issues- mainly rushing through the bit in a choppy, fast gate. I've decided to start training with the dressage trainer that comes to my barn twice a week. Which means that I will be spending a lot of money on lessons this year, but I feel that it is such a good investment in the rest of my life and riding, that I will gladly pay $300 a month for lessons. Ack, writing it out makes is sound like so much!
In other news, I GOT A TRAILER! Hallelujah! Now I never have to depend on anyone to move my horses. What a load off my shoulders. Not to mention, hello beach rides, trail rides, and lots of shows!
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