I know that the average age of a gaian is probably 15 or 16, but I do also know that there are alot of adults as well. So I don't know if the person who reads this would really understand. When you are young things are so much simpler, and when you hear about adults problems they seem so much more managable than what the people are making out. Well I may not be very old, but at 25 (26 next month) I have seen and done alot.
I guess I should start by introducing myself. I am from Washington, Pennsylvania. Its a small, history rooted town a little south of pittsburgh in the southwest corner of the state. I did'nt start riding until I was 11 even though my mother always had horses. When I was 13 I started showing. I began riding western because I wanted to do gaming. I competed in the 4-H barrel racing, pole bending and keyhole until I was 16. My first horse that I used for all of those years had a heart attack and I was devastated. My mother had given me a young horse the year before that she was training. But after Missy died I started to doubt myself and was afraid that without her I wasn't any good. So to prove myself I decided that I was going to train Mer, the young horse, myself (arn't kids stupid). He was walking, trotting and starting to canter. I probably wouldnt have done too badly, but Mer has one of the worst dispositions I've ever met. It was definitely not a good match. But I did learn alot. I learned how to lose with grace and realize that you have to look at each show on the merits of you and your horses ability and how well you performed instead of a ribbon.
After Mer (who we still have despite my repeated threats to send him for glue), I got Star. Star is my angel. We actually bought her to use for lessons, she was just a big, trail horse who seemed really calm. Well all of the lesson kids hated her. I got sick of listening to them complain and I told my mom if she wanted Mer I would trade her him for Star (by this time Mer was much much better). With lots of love and pampering Star emerged from her dingy shell with the looks of a Warmblood and the heart of a saint. I taught her to jump and she took me to my first hunter shows and eventually my first jumper shows. She took me from 4-H to the next level of showing. She is the sweetest horse, granted she still has alot of issues from her years of abuse before us.
After this I started working Belle. I know that many people think that bays are boring, but Belle is the most beautiful horse that we own. She has no white anywhere on her, but she is built so nice and she has the prettiest head. Belle is now my hunter show mare. She and I were getting ready to do the Adult Amatuers (3'3) at the rated shows and we were schoolin 4' at home. I was actually supposed to go to a clinic with (drumroll please)...Frank Madden....last April. But, in Febuary I found out I was pregnant. My boyfriend and I were really happy but I was sad that I was going to miss so much riding time. Fast forward to present. James is now 6 monthes old and such a joy to be around. He loves the horses and already has favorites in the barn. But, my boyfriend moved out a few monthes ago and now its just us. I don't have the money to hire a sitter so even though we live in the apartment above our barn, I never get to ride anymore. I have Star and Belle just waiting for me. Plus I have two young horses that need to be trained. My mom and I run the business together, but without me to help she is taking care of 33 horses all by herself. She comes up and watches James so that I can do lessons, but she is too tired to sit up here with him while I work my horses.
We are trying to come up with a plan. So in this journal I will document my rides, when I get to them and my log of how my horses are progressing.
I guess I should start by introducing myself. I am from Washington, Pennsylvania. Its a small, history rooted town a little south of pittsburgh in the southwest corner of the state. I did'nt start riding until I was 11 even though my mother always had horses. When I was 13 I started showing. I began riding western because I wanted to do gaming. I competed in the 4-H barrel racing, pole bending and keyhole until I was 16. My first horse that I used for all of those years had a heart attack and I was devastated. My mother had given me a young horse the year before that she was training. But after Missy died I started to doubt myself and was afraid that without her I wasn't any good. So to prove myself I decided that I was going to train Mer, the young horse, myself (arn't kids stupid). He was walking, trotting and starting to canter. I probably wouldnt have done too badly, but Mer has one of the worst dispositions I've ever met. It was definitely not a good match. But I did learn alot. I learned how to lose with grace and realize that you have to look at each show on the merits of you and your horses ability and how well you performed instead of a ribbon.
After Mer (who we still have despite my repeated threats to send him for glue), I got Star. Star is my angel. We actually bought her to use for lessons, she was just a big, trail horse who seemed really calm. Well all of the lesson kids hated her. I got sick of listening to them complain and I told my mom if she wanted Mer I would trade her him for Star (by this time Mer was much much better). With lots of love and pampering Star emerged from her dingy shell with the looks of a Warmblood and the heart of a saint. I taught her to jump and she took me to my first hunter shows and eventually my first jumper shows. She took me from 4-H to the next level of showing. She is the sweetest horse, granted she still has alot of issues from her years of abuse before us.
After this I started working Belle. I know that many people think that bays are boring, but Belle is the most beautiful horse that we own. She has no white anywhere on her, but she is built so nice and she has the prettiest head. Belle is now my hunter show mare. She and I were getting ready to do the Adult Amatuers (3'3) at the rated shows and we were schoolin 4' at home. I was actually supposed to go to a clinic with (drumroll please)...Frank Madden....last April. But, in Febuary I found out I was pregnant. My boyfriend and I were really happy but I was sad that I was going to miss so much riding time. Fast forward to present. James is now 6 monthes old and such a joy to be around. He loves the horses and already has favorites in the barn. But, my boyfriend moved out a few monthes ago and now its just us. I don't have the money to hire a sitter so even though we live in the apartment above our barn, I never get to ride anymore. I have Star and Belle just waiting for me. Plus I have two young horses that need to be trained. My mom and I run the business together, but without me to help she is taking care of 33 horses all by herself. She comes up and watches James so that I can do lessons, but she is too tired to sit up here with him while I work my horses.
We are trying to come up with a plan. So in this journal I will document my rides, when I get to them and my log of how my horses are progressing.
