Surprisingly she has stayed out of the mud for the most part unlike ALL the other horses at the farm.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Winter Coats
Georgia is getting her winter coat. She now looks like a dirty marshmallow.
Surprisingly she has stayed out of the mud for the most part unlike ALL the other horses at the farm.
Surprisingly she has stayed out of the mud for the most part unlike ALL the other horses at the farm.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
migraines and a fun fact
Migraines are awful. I currently have one, so this posting will be short and sweet. I get them all the time and they last for at least 2 days. I try to function when I have one, but today it was really hard. I could feel my headache getting worse and worse with every annoying customer that came into the store.
It is starting to get better but that is just because I had to take my hardcore medicine tonight, so my head is in a fog. I went to go fill my prescription at Walgreens so I could shake this migraine and usually it takes at least 30 min to fill but I think the pharmacist took pity on me and did it right away.
Nothing interesting to write about Georgia tonight. I didn't get a chance to see her today but I will be out there tomorrow morning when I do chores.
Fun Fact: The reason firehouses have circular stairways is from the days when the engines were pulled by horses. The horses were stabled on the groundfloor and figured out how to walk up straight staircases.
It is starting to get better but that is just because I had to take my hardcore medicine tonight, so my head is in a fog. I went to go fill my prescription at Walgreens so I could shake this migraine and usually it takes at least 30 min to fill but I think the pharmacist took pity on me and did it right away.
Nothing interesting to write about Georgia tonight. I didn't get a chance to see her today but I will be out there tomorrow morning when I do chores.
Fun Fact: The reason firehouses have circular stairways is from the days when the engines were pulled by horses. The horses were stabled on the ground
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Blessed are those who are flexible.....
Blessed are those who are flexible, for they will never get bent out of shape...
I thrive on a structures schedule, but that doesn't mean I can't roll with the punches. Every week I worry about whether or not I will get all my homework done, whether I will be able to pay all my bills along with the constant worry of the unexpected.
Georgia has had so many unexpected accidents that I get anxious when she hasn't had one for awhile. She has either gotten cut, pulled a shoe, gotten bit, or has had a terrible allergy attack.
Having a horse is defiantly an adventure. The weather plays a huge role every morning we do chores. Today it was too wet, cold, and windy for them to go outside. Whenever it is windy outside, horses always act a little more skittish than usual just because they can hear so much going on. Even though we have an indoor arena the wind still finds its way into the barn and the rain sneaks through the cracks. As we cleaned the stalls this morning, we let two or three horses into the arena so they could still move around for awhile.
When it was finally Georgia's turn to go play, she was ready. She has gotten into the habit of shooting out of her stall door to go play, whenever someone opens the door. I had not witnessed this, but I was told that is how she has been acting.
I walked into her stall, put her halter on and opened the door. She must behave differently around me because I didn't have a problem with her taking off. As soon as I let go of her, thats when it happened. She lunged forward towards the other end of the arena, bucking all the way down. I though for sure she was going to peel one of her brand new shoes off her front feet. "Be careful!" I yelled to her, but that didn't slow her down.
She turned the corner to come back towards me at full speed. At moments like that I am always glad I hashed out an exit route just in case it was necessary. I jumped into her stall and slid the door shut just enough so she would realize she was way to big to get through.
Being the kind of girl she is, she stopped just in time to blow dirt all over me then looked into my eyes and blow a cloud of air out of her heaving body right in my face. I couldn't help but laugh out loud because I knew she was playing with me. Little does she know that I am much more breakable not to mention smaller than her, and she would have crushed me.
Its good to be flexible when you are a horse owner, otherwise your blood pressure would be very high. There are only two feelings are allowed when your around horses, patience and a sense of humor (and the occasional feeling of overwhelming love ;) ).
I thrive on a structures schedule, but that doesn't mean I can't roll with the punches. Every week I worry about whether or not I will get all my homework done, whether I will be able to pay all my bills along with the constant worry of the unexpected.
Georgia has had so many unexpected accidents that I get anxious when she hasn't had one for awhile. She has either gotten cut, pulled a shoe, gotten bit, or has had a terrible allergy attack.
Having a horse is defiantly an adventure. The weather plays a huge role every morning we do chores. Today it was too wet, cold, and windy for them to go outside. Whenever it is windy outside, horses always act a little more skittish than usual just because they can hear so much going on. Even though we have an indoor arena the wind still finds its way into the barn and the rain sneaks through the cracks. As we cleaned the stalls this morning, we let two or three horses into the arena so they could still move around for awhile.
When it was finally Georgia's turn to go play, she was ready. She has gotten into the habit of shooting out of her stall door to go play, whenever someone opens the door. I had not witnessed this, but I was told that is how she has been acting.
I walked into her stall, put her halter on and opened the door. She must behave differently around me because I didn't have a problem with her taking off. As soon as I let go of her, thats when it happened. She lunged forward towards the other end of the arena, bucking all the way down. I though for sure she was going to peel one of her brand new shoes off her front feet. "Be careful!" I yelled to her, but that didn't slow her down.
She turned the corner to come back towards me at full speed. At moments like that I am always glad I hashed out an exit route just in case it was necessary. I jumped into her stall and slid the door shut just enough so she would realize she was way to big to get through.
Being the kind of girl she is, she stopped just in time to blow dirt all over me then looked into my eyes and blow a cloud of air out of her heaving body right in my face. I couldn't help but laugh out loud because I knew she was playing with me. Little does she know that I am much more breakable not to mention smaller than her, and she would have crushed me.
Its good to be flexible when you are a horse owner, otherwise your blood pressure would be very high. There are only two feelings are allowed when your around horses, patience and a sense of humor (and the occasional feeling of overwhelming love ;) ).
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Mirror Image
When two hindered spirits come together they can either break each other or they choose to lean on one another in order to find strength.
Horses mirror your emotions whether they are happening in the moment or they are ones that are with you every day. They also mirror your downfalls that you carry with you every day, the ones that make you feel weak or vulnerable.
Horses are a mirror to our souls. I can see myself in my horse, in more ways then one. No, that doesn't mean I physically LOOK like a horse. I can see her dominate nature in myself because I tend to be "an alpha"person, or a leader. If she is put into a situation that seems to be life threatening, she will take control of that situation and act, as will I. When we are together, you can imagine the kind of conversations that go on between us. Every time I get on my horse, we have a silent battle over who is in control that day. I have accepted the fact that most of the time, we are a team.
Every horse is different just like every person is different. It isn't until you really get to know a horse that you truly understand him/her. Just like a person, they take time to get to know you as well to form any kind of bond. Once you hold the bond between horse and human, neither time or space can overcome it.
Horses mirror your emotions whether they are happening in the moment or they are ones that are with you every day. They also mirror your downfalls that you carry with you every day, the ones that make you feel weak or vulnerable.
Horses are a mirror to our souls. I can see myself in my horse, in more ways then one. No, that doesn't mean I physically LOOK like a horse. I can see her dominate nature in myself because I tend to be "an alpha"person, or a leader. If she is put into a situation that seems to be life threatening, she will take control of that situation and act, as will I. When we are together, you can imagine the kind of conversations that go on between us. Every time I get on my horse, we have a silent battle over who is in control that day. I have accepted the fact that most of the time, we are a team.
Every horse is different just like every person is different. It isn't until you really get to know a horse that you truly understand him/her. Just like a person, they take time to get to know you as well to form any kind of bond. Once you hold the bond between horse and human, neither time or space can overcome it.
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