Because in the space of a weekend, I have gone completely nocturnal. Not just oh, I like to study late and then go to bed. No. Try I like to start my actual thinking day at 4 pm and don't feel like sleeping until it is very bright outside. Hearing roosters crowing while I am studying is feeling normal.
Is this Flagyl? Is this like a preview of a psycho upcoming Herx?
I don't know. I honestly don't know if I am giving a flying fig, because I feel like my study time is being productive. For example: last night I was doing some renal, and thinking to myself that while the professor was talking about how this was difficult conceptually, my favorite physics topic was non-Euclidean geometry. Interactive thingy to show difference explanation 1 explanation 2 It is really weird stuff, but very cool to think about.
While med school is hard, it ain't no Lobachevskian geometry (yeah, not technically correct, but who cares??). :)
Monday, February 28, 2011
Sunday, February 27, 2011
Dr. Seuss
I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind.
Some come from ahead
and some come from behind.
But I've bought a big bat.
I'm all ready you see.
Now my troubles are going to have trouble with me!
(Note: My bat is called 400 mg doxycycline and 500 mg Flagyl/day with 1.2 million units of Bicillin LA as deep IM once a week!)
Some come from ahead
and some come from behind.
But I've bought a big bat.
I'm all ready you see.
Now my troubles are going to have trouble with me!
(Note: My bat is called 400 mg doxycycline and 500 mg Flagyl/day with 1.2 million units of Bicillin LA as deep IM once a week!)
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
From Nice and Super Relaxing to Uh Oh in 30 s.!
So this morning I crawled out of bed, determined to get the abx down and to take the Trakehner, Boo, for a walk. I have been craving horse time to no end---there is nothing like being physically un-freaking able to do anything with the expensive hay burners outside to make you desperately desire to do more with them!!
Anyway, I stuffed a pocket full of gluten free crackers, grabbed my coffee cup and stumbled the fifteen steps to the girls. Everyone got a flake of hay, except for Boo. Being a verrrrry opinionated girl, I had to cajole her down the driveway with the cooing idea of grass (her super opinionated self is why she was capable of convincing people that she was not rideable....she just happens to be super sensitive and totally uncapable of dealing with any fitting issues. Period.). A few minutes later, she was cheerfully nibbling on a little bit of grass by the side of the road while I was drinking my coffee and eating a few crackers. Perfect.
Then...I happened to look up by my house, in time to see a very large, very upset, very obnoxious mare prancing around, squawking her head off for Boo. I sighed. My morning was about to get waaay more interesting, very quickly. Boo and I watched nonchalantly as the Sofa Monster cavorted past the gates, pranced past my car, trotted veryfast down the driveway and somehow ended up on the extremely narrow strip of ground between the electric fence and a steep bank beside the road. I cannot justify to myself how such a big obnoxious creature managed to fit in a small space without shocking the snot out of herself, but she did. And it was ridiculous.
While this display of abominable behavior was going on, Boo and I were slowly making our way the 20 feet along the roadside to the beginning of the driveway. Rude obnoxious super big mare somehow pivoted 360 degrees in said narrow space to follow us back to the stalls, squawking about how we were so awful to leave her behind. Ugh.
Boo got tucked in with a little extra hay to nibble, and I managed to rehang the gate the Sofa had lifted off its hinges and left hanging by its chain while she demonstrated her superior atheletic skills and herd bound qualities. I put her away with no fuss, as the mare she routinely beats the snot out of (and obviously cannot live without) was back next to her.
Wait. It gets better.
I then went to let the chickens out. I really enjoy my little outside hens...they are super cute and funny and like to follow me places. I opened the basement door and pulled the hose out, intending to water the horses, and accidentally left the door open.
I took a scoop full of water to the hens, and was admiring them in all their fluffy hen-ness, when I got the feeling I was being watched. And I was. By my mass-chicken-murdering Husky cross, who was poised in the open basement door, evaluating how many chickens were loose.
I screamed for him, and started my panting way up the hill. Of course, the turdball turned around and pranced up by the car, waving his tail gleefully. He was determined that he was going to have a fabulous morning!
Luckily, I had skanky old meat wrapping by the stairs to rattle for him, and he came at warp speed (miraculously without killing anything!). I gave him several treats for coming in, leaned against the fall for a few minutes as I was panting with exertion, and fed the ponies breakfast.
I then did 2 hours of homework, met with my favorite person at school, dealt with a friend's Lyme entertainment, and then came home to do insane amounts of homework. I think I need stronger coffee, with an IV drip, post haste, because the stuff I'm drinking did not prepare me for all that!
Anyway, I stuffed a pocket full of gluten free crackers, grabbed my coffee cup and stumbled the fifteen steps to the girls. Everyone got a flake of hay, except for Boo. Being a verrrrry opinionated girl, I had to cajole her down the driveway with the cooing idea of grass (her super opinionated self is why she was capable of convincing people that she was not rideable....she just happens to be super sensitive and totally uncapable of dealing with any fitting issues. Period.). A few minutes later, she was cheerfully nibbling on a little bit of grass by the side of the road while I was drinking my coffee and eating a few crackers. Perfect.
Then...I happened to look up by my house, in time to see a very large, very upset, very obnoxious mare prancing around, squawking her head off for Boo. I sighed. My morning was about to get waaay more interesting, very quickly. Boo and I watched nonchalantly as the Sofa Monster cavorted past the gates, pranced past my car, trotted veryfast down the driveway and somehow ended up on the extremely narrow strip of ground between the electric fence and a steep bank beside the road. I cannot justify to myself how such a big obnoxious creature managed to fit in a small space without shocking the snot out of herself, but she did. And it was ridiculous.
While this display of abominable behavior was going on, Boo and I were slowly making our way the 20 feet along the roadside to the beginning of the driveway. Rude obnoxious super big mare somehow pivoted 360 degrees in said narrow space to follow us back to the stalls, squawking about how we were so awful to leave her behind. Ugh.
Boo got tucked in with a little extra hay to nibble, and I managed to rehang the gate the Sofa had lifted off its hinges and left hanging by its chain while she demonstrated her superior atheletic skills and herd bound qualities. I put her away with no fuss, as the mare she routinely beats the snot out of (and obviously cannot live without) was back next to her.
Wait. It gets better.
I then went to let the chickens out. I really enjoy my little outside hens...they are super cute and funny and like to follow me places. I opened the basement door and pulled the hose out, intending to water the horses, and accidentally left the door open.
I took a scoop full of water to the hens, and was admiring them in all their fluffy hen-ness, when I got the feeling I was being watched. And I was. By my mass-chicken-murdering Husky cross, who was poised in the open basement door, evaluating how many chickens were loose.
I screamed for him, and started my panting way up the hill. Of course, the turdball turned around and pranced up by the car, waving his tail gleefully. He was determined that he was going to have a fabulous morning!
Luckily, I had skanky old meat wrapping by the stairs to rattle for him, and he came at warp speed (miraculously without killing anything!). I gave him several treats for coming in, leaned against the fall for a few minutes as I was panting with exertion, and fed the ponies breakfast.
I then did 2 hours of homework, met with my favorite person at school, dealt with a friend's Lyme entertainment, and then came home to do insane amounts of homework. I think I need stronger coffee, with an IV drip, post haste, because the stuff I'm drinking did not prepare me for all that!
Monday, February 21, 2011
alyson1derland: Good Day!
Yesterday, I had a fantastic day. I felt wonderful! I went on a mad cleaning spree and laughed at the thought that no one has ever been so happy to be cleaning the bathroom. I made it through the whole day without having a nasty "Lyme crash." My energy level stayed constant, which is rather unusual for this disease. I took two extra long bath breaks so I would be forced to rest a while.
I am starting to have more good days. I am through the Herx from my new medicine and now I've just started my two week medicine break. No two days in a row are ever the same with Lyme, but I'm very hopeful for more good days!
I am starting to have more good days. I am through the Herx from my new medicine and now I've just started my two week medicine break. No two days in a row are ever the same with Lyme, but I'm very hopeful for more good days!
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Slowly
Sometimes I can almost forget that I have Lyme. I can think kind of clearly, feed the ponies, and do my studying. And then there are days like today, when I feel like someone hit me with a bag of bricks. For someone who desperately clings to any shred of getting better, I find that days like today really do a number to my motivation.
I have insane test phobia about anything to do with anatomy. My mind goes *blank*. It is as if the lightswitch in my brain turns OFF. The hours of studying are still stacked there, but without a light it is impossible to see the information.
Out of the bad has come some good--I stumbled into a really great learning advisor at school, and she has been wonderfully encouraging. And--she believes in Lyme. Zomg! She actually believes that this is real, that I am not just making up smack to explain my sucky test performances in between the Bs.
I brought in my notes, calendar, and planner to show her last week. I think she was a little surprised at the level of organization, but was pleased that I am so organized. I explained my pet PEEVE: my studying is the same for the Bs and the bads. It is the brain function that is different!
At least now I have someone that I feel is on my side who spends the time working with me, figuring out how to work with this prison-body/mind complex. (Instead of spending the time breaking me down!!)
Exam tomorrow on OMT. I think it is going to be good, despite the Lyme brick symptoms of today. I gave myself as much rest as my body needed, and when I was ready, I began to study. And was pleasantly surprised with what I remembered. :)
I have insane test phobia about anything to do with anatomy. My mind goes *blank*. It is as if the lightswitch in my brain turns OFF. The hours of studying are still stacked there, but without a light it is impossible to see the information.
Out of the bad has come some good--I stumbled into a really great learning advisor at school, and she has been wonderfully encouraging. And--she believes in Lyme. Zomg! She actually believes that this is real, that I am not just making up smack to explain my sucky test performances in between the Bs.
I brought in my notes, calendar, and planner to show her last week. I think she was a little surprised at the level of organization, but was pleased that I am so organized. I explained my pet PEEVE: my studying is the same for the Bs and the bads. It is the brain function that is different!
At least now I have someone that I feel is on my side who spends the time working with me, figuring out how to work with this prison-body/mind complex. (Instead of spending the time breaking me down!!)
Exam tomorrow on OMT. I think it is going to be good, despite the Lyme brick symptoms of today. I gave myself as much rest as my body needed, and when I was ready, I began to study. And was pleasantly surprised with what I remembered. :)
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Negativity
I have to admit that I have become a serious pessimist. My thoughts are never what if this works? but are what if this doesn't work? What if I can't do it? Then I get caught in some wild circle of upset-ness and work myself into a fit of being convinced that I can't do snot.
My bf called me on this, big time, tonight. He pointed out that despite studying like a mofo for forever, I was convinced that I was going to fail the test--no questions asked. That was allowing myself to go ahead into some dark pessimistic place and never come out...and entertain things like should I quit school? Is this too much? etc.
Being a very smart man, he pointed out the oddity of me going through all the hoops to get into med school and to get my Lyme diagnosis....at the same time. That the reality of the situation was that I am in a very good place to spread knowledge about this disease (and after a moment, I had to admit that yeah I know for a fact that at least the administration at my school knows about this disease...probably most of my classmates. So that is what, maybe 500 or so people who maybe didn't take Lyme seriously before and now possibly consider it as a real diagnosis?). And in that light, with those numbers, this fight seems to be a seriously good thing.
Gearing up for the battle tomorrow...and thinking of Sun Tzu. And how I intend to march myself home tomorrow night, take a short nap, get prepped for class, and actually go to school for the first time this year beyond required stuff. You heard that right!!---I am going to class because I am feeling better. Hal-e-freaking-lujah.
My bf called me on this, big time, tonight. He pointed out that despite studying like a mofo for forever, I was convinced that I was going to fail the test--no questions asked. That was allowing myself to go ahead into some dark pessimistic place and never come out...and entertain things like should I quit school? Is this too much? etc.
Being a very smart man, he pointed out the oddity of me going through all the hoops to get into med school and to get my Lyme diagnosis....at the same time. That the reality of the situation was that I am in a very good place to spread knowledge about this disease (and after a moment, I had to admit that yeah I know for a fact that at least the administration at my school knows about this disease...probably most of my classmates. So that is what, maybe 500 or so people who maybe didn't take Lyme seriously before and now possibly consider it as a real diagnosis?). And in that light, with those numbers, this fight seems to be a seriously good thing.
Gearing up for the battle tomorrow...and thinking of Sun Tzu. And how I intend to march myself home tomorrow night, take a short nap, get prepped for class, and actually go to school for the first time this year beyond required stuff. You heard that right!!---I am going to class because I am feeling better. Hal-e-freaking-lujah.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Who, Me?
I am going to take a moment to vent. Just a bit.
I had a really rough round of exams during our last celebration of learning. I have been coping with a less than proficient quitting (ahem, learning) counselor with school, and she has been dropping some not very subtle hints that I should just take a leave from school and not come back. She actually suggested that I might like to go to vet school instead. Even despite leaving out a lot of our other conversations, I think it is pretty easy to see why I do not enjoy speaking with her. I feel as if every meeting basically focuses on her agenda instead of mine--and we don't end up going over what I actually need help with as we get sidetracked into c-beep that my life pretty much is. Anyway, right after I finished six hours of excruciating torment, I ran into Seed's office and made an appointment to go over some diagramming techniques. (Note...I am referring to her as Seed with all gleeful and due respect, as I am certified obsessive nut about gardening, and she had the new Seed Saver's Exchange catalog on her desk. I think that was a pretty obvious sign that this was a good move!).
Fast forward till yesterday. I got an email from the secretary for the quitting advisor. QA wanted to go over some test analysis with me because of my poor performance on the last exams. Well....wait just one moment. If QA actually gave a flying fig about my situation, wouldn't it have behooved her to perhaps contact me to work on something when we don't have T minus 3 school days before our next celebration of learning? Seriously. Thinking about it now makes me wonder if she was planning to work me up into a crying fit (which would resolve with an episode of panicky freaking out at my house). Yeah, great idea considering how little time is left.
It was with great pleasure that I advised the secretary I had already taken care of the issue and have an appointment with Seed for the following day (which she books 2 1/2 weeks in advance because everyone wants to see her...another good sign).
I grumpily called my mom. She, being very smart, pointed out that no one at this school has ever seen me perform at my full potential. All they have to go off of is the performance of one really sick student. And she actually wants me to write a letter complaining of QA's comments so that it would go in her file. Maybe if I start swinging some sweet work off of our next COL (celebrations of learning) I might consider that. Then again it might just be more fun to think about riding
because
my new saddle came yesterday! Granted, I didn't get to see it until about midnight, because I went to sleep around 7ish and woke up around 1145. It is insanely, insanely light and has some seriously gorgeous leather. I set it on my big saddle stand and of course had to sit in it...and I think it will be a very good fit for me and the girls. I will have to try and tack someone up to show it off. :)
***that is probably not going to happen till after exams, cause if I get distracted doing something right now, I am going to get tired, and then will not get more hw done. Bad. Very Bad.
I had a really rough round of exams during our last celebration of learning. I have been coping with a less than proficient quitting (ahem, learning) counselor with school, and she has been dropping some not very subtle hints that I should just take a leave from school and not come back. She actually suggested that I might like to go to vet school instead. Even despite leaving out a lot of our other conversations, I think it is pretty easy to see why I do not enjoy speaking with her. I feel as if every meeting basically focuses on her agenda instead of mine--and we don't end up going over what I actually need help with as we get sidetracked into c-beep that my life pretty much is. Anyway, right after I finished six hours of excruciating torment, I ran into Seed's office and made an appointment to go over some diagramming techniques. (Note...I am referring to her as Seed with all gleeful and due respect, as I am certified obsessive nut about gardening, and she had the new Seed Saver's Exchange catalog on her desk. I think that was a pretty obvious sign that this was a good move!).
Fast forward till yesterday. I got an email from the secretary for the quitting advisor. QA wanted to go over some test analysis with me because of my poor performance on the last exams. Well....wait just one moment. If QA actually gave a flying fig about my situation, wouldn't it have behooved her to perhaps contact me to work on something when we don't have T minus 3 school days before our next celebration of learning? Seriously. Thinking about it now makes me wonder if she was planning to work me up into a crying fit (which would resolve with an episode of panicky freaking out at my house). Yeah, great idea considering how little time is left.
It was with great pleasure that I advised the secretary I had already taken care of the issue and have an appointment with Seed for the following day (which she books 2 1/2 weeks in advance because everyone wants to see her...another good sign).
I grumpily called my mom. She, being very smart, pointed out that no one at this school has ever seen me perform at my full potential. All they have to go off of is the performance of one really sick student. And she actually wants me to write a letter complaining of QA's comments so that it would go in her file. Maybe if I start swinging some sweet work off of our next COL (celebrations of learning) I might consider that. Then again it might just be more fun to think about riding
because
my new saddle came yesterday! Granted, I didn't get to see it until about midnight, because I went to sleep around 7ish and woke up around 1145. It is insanely, insanely light and has some seriously gorgeous leather. I set it on my big saddle stand and of course had to sit in it...and I think it will be a very good fit for me and the girls. I will have to try and tack someone up to show it off. :)
***that is probably not going to happen till after exams, cause if I get distracted doing something right now, I am going to get tired, and then will not get more hw done. Bad. Very Bad.
Monday, February 7, 2011
zomg, YAY LYME!
For the first time ever I think I can actually say YAY LYME! My brand spankin new custom deerskin chaps that I picked up for a song....zip up over my favorite (now loose) breeches! This means I will need to maybe look at getting a pair of paddock boots, but who cares!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yay
Neuro all outlined and printed. Now I am filling in the blanks. Pictures may be drawn in tonight or tomorrow. Goal down!
The other goal today is to get as much of the physio typed up as possible. Then if I possibly have any energy left, to fill in the blanks.
And it is finally kind of warm outside. I'm actually feeling *kind of ok*!!!!! And....I want to be outside playing with my ponies. Something. Other. Than. Working. In. My. Study. Room.
The other goal today is to get as much of the physio typed up as possible. Then if I possibly have any energy left, to fill in the blanks.
And it is finally kind of warm outside. I'm actually feeling *kind of ok*!!!!! And....I want to be outside playing with my ponies. Something. Other. Than. Working. In. My. Study. Room.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Babies teach you...
Lots of things. Like how FUN it is to get out of fences! And how FUN it is to eat silage! All in freezing weather!
Things like...
how hair looks better with a swirl of beetpulp
how to dirtify a jacket in 30 seconds
30 ways to throw brushes into other stalls
why it is better to sleep on blankets than leave them hanging
ninety kinds of pig noises while eating breakfast and dinner mush
how to insert mystery pieces of hay into hair and clothing which miraculously re-appear during lab
why it is a good idea to always paint your nails a dark color
the necessity of overalls
and nine other bajillion things.
Babies are funny. They are always experiencing things for the first time and are constantly wondering, hey can I do this? Get away with that? Do this anyway, even if you don't like it?
All of the mares know which stall is theirs. This makes feeding super easy, as I can just drop the gate and let them all in.
Baby Horse enjoyed complicating Magpie's life as she is kind of sort of higher than her on the dominance bossy situation. So she would gleefully scoot into Magpie's stall first, scarf three bites of her mush and then high tail it to her stall once I had let everyone in. I prevented that by locking Magpie's stall for a few days, and dealing with the poor girl standing there sighing at me to hurry up.
A few days ago, Mike had a bucket of wood chips by the fence. Baby Horse grabbed the bucket handle and took off, managing to spill all the chips and toss the bucket who knows where. She is also enjoying dragging any sticks, tools, or whatnot into the field and disappearing with it. We solved that one by getting a super strong fence charger.
I am ordering a Hoof Jack to help me with getting the girls' feet done. I can just think of all the things that Baby Horse will try to do with that thing...
Things like...
how hair looks better with a swirl of beetpulp
how to dirtify a jacket in 30 seconds
30 ways to throw brushes into other stalls
why it is better to sleep on blankets than leave them hanging
ninety kinds of pig noises while eating breakfast and dinner mush
how to insert mystery pieces of hay into hair and clothing which miraculously re-appear during lab
why it is a good idea to always paint your nails a dark color
the necessity of overalls
and nine other bajillion things.
Babies are funny. They are always experiencing things for the first time and are constantly wondering, hey can I do this? Get away with that? Do this anyway, even if you don't like it?
All of the mares know which stall is theirs. This makes feeding super easy, as I can just drop the gate and let them all in.
Baby Horse enjoyed complicating Magpie's life as she is kind of sort of higher than her on the dominance bossy situation. So she would gleefully scoot into Magpie's stall first, scarf three bites of her mush and then high tail it to her stall once I had let everyone in. I prevented that by locking Magpie's stall for a few days, and dealing with the poor girl standing there sighing at me to hurry up.
A few days ago, Mike had a bucket of wood chips by the fence. Baby Horse grabbed the bucket handle and took off, managing to spill all the chips and toss the bucket who knows where. She is also enjoying dragging any sticks, tools, or whatnot into the field and disappearing with it. We solved that one by getting a super strong fence charger.
I am ordering a Hoof Jack to help me with getting the girls' feet done. I can just think of all the things that Baby Horse will try to do with that thing...
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Sometimes Yes, Sometimes No
This is such a roller coaster of ups and downs. Last week I felt really god awful during exams and refused to check the exam results. Period. I knew they were going to be...icky...and I just was not ready to see that. I wanted not to have to deal with the stress of school and just to curl up in bed and let the world forget about me.
A week later...while not feeling fabulous, my mood has definitely improved. I did what I like to refer to as good-bad on my exams....good enough to still pass the class. :) It's funny to watch my grades cycle, as I do good-bad when I am not feeling well and then high Cs to middle Bs when I am feeling ok (case in point: BC with a 75, 60, and 85). That is some serious grade fluctuation, all without changing studying habits. Oh well.
Anywho, the classes are still passable. I had a good practical today, with a nice patient and me remembering to frame what I needed to do before I went in. I think I did everything ok, which was nice, and I remembered to do everything. The real shocker: I got to DO everything before time ran out, and even got to redo the one test that I was not right on! Woot!!
So 'tis been a good day.
On to horse stuff.
So I think on Saturday I am going to visit Melyni Worth and her Knabstruppers. I am debating signing a contract for Colorado Skodstrup, a leopard Knab who finished his 70 day stallion testing this November. They have a nice breeding special going on with a LCF guarantee. However, with the chance of only ONE FOAL from Sophie, I really want to be careful what stallion I pick and if I am going to go with a Knab, them I definitely want color. I have too many bays!!! I am going to see offspring of pretty much all the stallions available here in the US this weekend, plus get Ms. Worth's opinions on my various mares and potential crosses for them.
In silly mare news, Boo pulled her light stable blanket off the side of her stall and peed on it. Isn't that just kyoot? Um, yeah. Not.
I also was a super total brat...and bought a Freemax Acavallo GP/Jumping saddle off Ebay. For like half of what it should be new, with fittings and some different tree arches. I have a Heather Moffett that really is the only reason I can ride a little bit....it is super soft and does not hurt me to sit on it, plus it fits my wide girls. The Freemax is made in Italy with one piece injection foam, and is supposed to mold really well to the horse. It looks a little more GP/jumpy than my HM, which is really a VSD (versatility dressage) type saddle. So bad me, but I really want to do a little bit of riding and big cantering and some weeny fences this summer....so need something that is more "jumpy". Plus, I got a great deal on it!
Soooo...what am I putting off because of this purchase? Let me tell you...
1. I am going to wait to have my chaps resized.
2. I am going to wait to send my 2 pairs of boots off to Vogel to have them cut down, resized, have zippers put in, etc.
3. I am going to wait to purchase another nice bridle. Boo on this, but oh well.
4. I am going to call about my tax return tomorrow. :) Have needed to do that for forever, and that alone will pretty much pay for the saddle. So yay me. :)
5. And I think....think....that I will wait to sign any stallion contract till August, because I do not want to breed until late summer/early fall. The only decent warm season here is summer and that is when I want the baby to arrive.
A week later...while not feeling fabulous, my mood has definitely improved. I did what I like to refer to as good-bad on my exams....good enough to still pass the class. :) It's funny to watch my grades cycle, as I do good-bad when I am not feeling well and then high Cs to middle Bs when I am feeling ok (case in point: BC with a 75, 60, and 85). That is some serious grade fluctuation, all without changing studying habits. Oh well.
Anywho, the classes are still passable. I had a good practical today, with a nice patient and me remembering to frame what I needed to do before I went in. I think I did everything ok, which was nice, and I remembered to do everything. The real shocker: I got to DO everything before time ran out, and even got to redo the one test that I was not right on! Woot!!
So 'tis been a good day.
On to horse stuff.
So I think on Saturday I am going to visit Melyni Worth and her Knabstruppers. I am debating signing a contract for Colorado Skodstrup, a leopard Knab who finished his 70 day stallion testing this November. They have a nice breeding special going on with a LCF guarantee. However, with the chance of only ONE FOAL from Sophie, I really want to be careful what stallion I pick and if I am going to go with a Knab, them I definitely want color. I have too many bays!!! I am going to see offspring of pretty much all the stallions available here in the US this weekend, plus get Ms. Worth's opinions on my various mares and potential crosses for them.
In silly mare news, Boo pulled her light stable blanket off the side of her stall and peed on it. Isn't that just kyoot? Um, yeah. Not.
I also was a super total brat...and bought a Freemax Acavallo GP/Jumping saddle off Ebay. For like half of what it should be new, with fittings and some different tree arches. I have a Heather Moffett that really is the only reason I can ride a little bit....it is super soft and does not hurt me to sit on it, plus it fits my wide girls. The Freemax is made in Italy with one piece injection foam, and is supposed to mold really well to the horse. It looks a little more GP/jumpy than my HM, which is really a VSD (versatility dressage) type saddle. So bad me, but I really want to do a little bit of riding and big cantering and some weeny fences this summer....so need something that is more "jumpy". Plus, I got a great deal on it!
Soooo...what am I putting off because of this purchase? Let me tell you...
1. I am going to wait to have my chaps resized.
2. I am going to wait to send my 2 pairs of boots off to Vogel to have them cut down, resized, have zippers put in, etc.
3. I am going to wait to purchase another nice bridle. Boo on this, but oh well.
4. I am going to call about my tax return tomorrow. :) Have needed to do that for forever, and that alone will pretty much pay for the saddle. So yay me. :)
5. And I think....think....that I will wait to sign any stallion contract till August, because I do not want to breed until late summer/early fall. The only decent warm season here is summer and that is when I want the baby to arrive.
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