Peppermint

Well, I moved barns a few more times.... Long story short back to managing a barn full time. My horse went lame when I tried to put him back into full work (dressage, rather than something where he can move freely). Have to have a vet come out and do a lameness exam and possibly prescribe something: seems to be an old stifle injury acting up. I am riding someone else's mare with the intention of showing her this season in dressage (probably in August). Started taking Martial Arts as well. And my foster dog ended up staying. I'm going to keep this short, since it is bed time but here are

Hello and welcome back! I do the same thing. I will go for months or even a year or two without visiting and then out of the blue return. Hope you find many new friends and support!

I am stressed. It is not surprising, but it should only be slight anxiety, not overwhelming rip-my-own-heart-out consuming anxiety. I am switching barns, complicated by the fact that I work at my barn, and everyone else has been leaving my barn. In general, the quality of care is not the best, and there is stuff all over (broken mowers, discarded furniture) so it doesn't surprise me but normally I stayed because I have no where better to go that I can afford. Well, that changed. Because I get paid per stall, it means I'm paid less now, so board is more. Also a working board spot opened u

Thank you both. I have found that, though right now he is also the source of a lot of financial stress. He does give me the courage I need though to make hard decisions. If I can stand up to a 1100 lb gelding, I can certainly stand up to _____ .

Thank you Skyfeather. I've had met many "bullies" in life. She was the last of the ones in high school. I guess it is different just because I know what happened to her. I usually take bets that most of the others ended up working low wage jobs or in detention facilities. But if I actually knew what tragedy had beffallen them, I would probably (again) be less glib. I will try and not let it affect me negatively.

So sometimes I hate Facebook. I was on my Facebook and among a lot of my friends there had been a support rare genetic diseases thing going around. And I went looking for the root, mostly due to curiosity, and wondering what I was missing. The root was a high school enemy of mine, who beat me up several times, and I couldn't have cared less when she left our high school. In fact I was thrilled. I heard she had a kid, but was not really interested. I have not even been back for a reunion. What I didn't know was she has a rare genetic disease, and her child probably won't live into adoles

So, I finally fell off my horse. It was a silly mistake. I should have known better. He was overjumping a jump, as he often does, and I got too far forward, and got bounced off over his shoulder. He promptly stopped and began to eat grass right beside me as I gathered myself to get back up. For those of you who have never seen my horse: and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NXFRrzPNsyk (Sorry for the poor quality!) I still love my horse to death, and would not trade him for a well broke push button horse for anything. (How boring.) Just a short introduction to my horse obsessed life,

I am new to the forum! I am kind of nervous, but I'll get over that quickly I'm sure. A little about me is that piano and art are two of my hobbies, I LOVE sports, especially swimming and lacrosse. And Scrabble and card games are always fun. Anyways, I have to run, so that's it for now! -Peppermint