Month: July 2016

Tired for good reason, finally.

Just like old times! My ankles and knees were (thanks to Ellie’s recipe) killing me and I’m so exhausted that  couldn’t fathom writing last night. It was a good feeling. One I’ve missed. When you’re exhausted regularly from growing a human and fighting with your (very much trying to deal with my crazy, and is being as successful as anyone can hope) husband about things like socks, you really miss being tired from just DOING all day. Ya, today I’m sore, but so worth it.

I met the fence contractor yesterday. My landowner has (Finally!) decided we need a fence. JOY!!!!! Yes this is a real thing. It’s a GREAT piece pr property. 20 years ago when it was purchased, he  cleared 7 acres, pulled stumps, leveled it out, built a land bridge over the creek so the whole thing was connected. It looks as nice as many polo bottoms I’ve seen.

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Stacy and Cracker Jack the Haflinger. 

The first 10 years he had this land, he had 3 Belgians and a Haflinger that lived out there. There was also NO fence. Not a rope, not a wire, nothing. Everything was SO wooded all around it, why would they leave? The grass is good, and they got unlimited hay and were fed grain a few days a week. About 7 years ago, I started keeping my light horses (who don’t mind walking nearly as much. especially if there’s a feed plot a a mile away) out there, and rope braided with wire was placed. 2 years ago, I decided to do horses full time and there ended up being A LOT more horses out there. More TB’s and a couple Arabians. These sure didn’t mind traveling, especially with company and we’ve gone back to reinforce and put another electric box on the far end. But a real fence. I DREAM of a real fence. A fence a limb can fall on and not knock out my whole thing. A fence that will contain renegade Marco (as in Polo). A fence built by a contractor.

 

Buddy, who owns part of the property, came to me the other day and said a fence might be a good idea and he’s in a good place to make an investment. So I, 30 weeks pregnant, meet the contractor at Chattahoochee Fence Co out at the land. We takes out his little wheel, and off we walk. 3 acre paddock by the cabin, and 15ish acre paddock where the horses currently live. That’s A LOT of walking. Over terrain. I was a CHAMP! GO me! The contractor (From Maine, ya’ll. Based on that alone I see no reason to get other estimates) said he’d email me Monday with a quote and his guys would be there *2 MONTHS* if he gets the job. I was thinking 2 weeks. Jeez Louise. no wonder we haven’t done this earlier. Let me say now, I’m NOT walking that fence line again to compare rates. It was exhausting.

All that was done by 11AM. Go me. Horses fed, the whole shabang. Woo! Now to get the trailer, clean the trailer, clean the mats, put the mats back in, pick up cracker, drop him @ my folks, come back to town, pick up payroll for Edwards Electric (I can’t survive on horses alone.), pick up amazing shrimp taco’s for lunch, Eat in 15 min, Go back to pick up cracker,
pick up Kamilla from a nearby farm, take them IMG_20160722_180219to Poplar, give a lesson on Cracker, do some Social media for Poplar Place Farm Volunteers ( This is the best turn out for volunteers at a schooling show in a WHILE. Go me!), bring cracker back to the land, drop the trailer back at mom’s, finally think about eating (it’s 9:45), become elated that Zaxby’s is open until 11, get in the drive through at 10:00, get food from the window at 10:22 (yea really), some home, eat 1/3 of my GIANT salad, pass out. JUST LIKE OLD TIMES! Are you tired reading that? Now remember I’m 30 weeks pregnant and it’s 96 degrees with 85% humidity. And I’m 30 weeks pregnant. Yes I wrote it twice. I didn’t want you to forget.

Today was slightly less eventful, but I’m still tired and want my bed and literally 4 pillows. 3 of which are couch throw pillows which are the PERFECT thickness under my belly & wedged behind my back.  It’s a little cradle of bliss.

 

Quick JP update

Sophie David, who has JP, has text me with an update. She’s planning on skipping Beginner Novice with him and jump strait to Novice. He’s apparently SO bored. EXCITING! She’s wants to school another XC round of Novice/ Training fences before she makes a decision. Ya’ll, that’s HUGE. I tap out at Training level. I knew this horse was willing/talented (*Cough* for sale *cough*), and would move up the levels FAST (Part of the reason I didn’t push him his 3/4 y/o year) But he continues to impress me.

Also this makes me want to go school SO BAD. Lord, Earth Mother, Flying Spaghetti Monster, Deity of choice, Please let me recover quickly. I have <nesting/hormone/boredom induced> plans!

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JP Schooling BN @ Poplar Place Farm

Update: Health and horses.

This pregnancy thing….. I’m still miraculously lucky to be having an easy time of it. However, I’ve gained 22Lbs and , according to my bloodsugar test, I’m in a wee bit of trouble with my doctor. Horses have been distributed, I’m pretty much done riding, I and baby shower invitations just went out. Shit is getting real, yo.

Seriously, i’m in good health. I started taking a prenatal yoga class at the Up!Factory. I like yoga. I always did better in a group fitness class, and I just always like the people in yoga + I get a killer workout. We talk about a lot of things in my prenatal class such as pain management, and being conscious of the muscles in your tummy and breathing with FULL breaths. Stuff like that. The teacher is also a doula, which is similar to a midwife. So she knows what she’s talking about, as opposed to being a crunchy lady with a lot of google.The moms in the group are all different; different backgrounds, different living situations, different pregnancies and different ideas about how they want their labor to go. And while there’s definitely a push for “natural” I don’t feel judged when I say (Loudly) “I want ALL THE DRUGS”. So ya, good group. As for the blood sugar, I think I messed up my test. I eat more healthy than MANY Americans, & I’m still reasonably active. Isn’t that the recipe for NOT having high blood-sugar? Guess not. I have a Dr. apt Monday to get me sorted out.

Why the hell do I have horses? (I told you I’d get to this point) They’re SO expensive and it’s ALWAYS something. Let me sum up the past few weeks: My super nice, 22 year old fox hunter quickly and mysteriously died. He was “meh” for a couple days, not looking serious, then died in the trailer on the way to Auburn University. I’d just come back from a horse show with a miserable “working” student. I was a wreck, and will be again if I keep on. Maybe in another blog post, but you knowing that is here for a point of reference, not a remembrance. A month, 6 weeks later, my AQHA gelding is acting weird. I’m NOT going through that again. Off to Auburn we go. Diagnosed as pneumonia from choke. He had NOT choked recently, but they found some stuff, so whatever. Maybe it was mild and I missed it (Doubtful). They recommend he stay for 2-3 nights because he may crash. Really?! He got off the trailer alert and looking around? But stay he did. While Oscar was at Auburn, Dragon started in with the same crud. WHAT in the fucking fuck. Dragon goes to Auburn. Pneumonia, but no choke symptoms (duh)  They want to keep him, but no. He’s big, useless, and expensive enough (especially for being useless) give me whatever meds and he’ll have to be tough. So, dragon comes home, and Oscar comes home a couple days early (he was there for 3, they wanted to keep him 2-3 more)  against vet recommendations. My wallet. Cannot. Handle it. Both are on antibiotics 3x a day for 10 days. Fun times! I should mention I DO NOT love on the farm. This is a 20 min drive each way. These two jokers are now fine, and despite coming off their antibiotics looking like rescue horses (one of the side effects to one of the antibiotics is anorexia). They’re on winter rations and are no longer an embarrassment to take places. Not that we go anywhere.

Onto my business: We all know my business is primarily the training of as well as buying/selling of horses + i teach a few lessons. The not riding, and not providing therapy to emotionally damaged horses really cuts into this. I am in a good place to clean hose though. Only one horse is deemed a little silly to ride, through no fault of his own. And not that he’s done anything to earn that stigma. However, he’s a 5 y/0 16.2h TB. Even something playful could be dangerous for me in in my current condition. He’s at a friend’s to continue his training. She’s as goo goo over him as I am. Bloody nice horse. The others are all over at Unbridled Faith. Kamilla the $100 Arabian is going to be running Novice in the fall, Hot Mama the OTTB/xpolo pony/surprise brood mare is loved daily by a 10 y/o girl, and Dotti just went over for a beginning, but ambitions 12 y/o. Self pat on the back for finding good matches to get them worked and off the feed/farrier bill. Buying would be better, but this is OK too. I’ve made future (Fall & Spring, respectively) for these ladies too. I think it’s part of my nesting to want everything, including the horses, in their place. Admittedly it’s making my ambition for getting back in the saddle a little high, but well see. Maybe my luck with having an easy time will continue.

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My view from Dotti on Hound walk last week.