Disclaimer: hey, guys, remember when I talked about eighteen months ago about starting a job I wasn't really qualified for? What I lacked in knowledge and experience, I made up for with fucking tenacity and trainability. And I've recently been promoted. This changes my life from sitting at a desk for eight hours a day to being in the field for the majority of the day. Talking to people. Fixing things. Panicking when shit stays broken. Which means... less time for blogging. I'm also helping to train my potential replacement, who I hope isn't my actual replacement, because he already thinks he knows the job, despite my corrections, and I've warned my new supervisor that I'm 99.78% positive that I'll be pulling a knife out of my back eventually. So no blogging around him, either.
But on to the ponies!
On Friday, yeah, over a week ago, Hillary and I woke up early and had breakfast at a little chain shop then met my trail riding buddy at the barn. We loaded Archie on Hillary's trailer (WITH NO ISSUES!), loaded the wonder ginger, and followed trail buddy to her friend's barn, where we picked up horse number four. Following them, we were led to a little dirt road on the dead end of some questionable dirt road street (not that I have anything against dirt road streets). We'd already tossed saddles on the ponies before the trailer and promptly finished the tacking up process and started out on the dirt road.
After taking the kids back to the barn, hosing them off and checking them over, we headed back to my house and cleaned up before going to lunch and getting manis/pedis. None of the equestrians I'm friends with are interested in going because horses ruin manicures. So mayyyybe I was little excited.
|At Jen and Friend's, where they make my martini as soon as I walk in the door...|
|Some random super old helmet that you can purchase as art for $70.|
|If only she could show in it.|