Diary of a Horse Obsessed Girl: Uffda

Going back to my Scandinavian roots this word is the Swede equivalent to the Italian "fuhgeddaboutit." You can use it for many things. If it had been a hard day and someone asks about it you respond, "uffda." If you pick up a heavy box you say, "uffda." Uffda pretty much sums up how I feel right now.

Now and then I have touched on my struggles at work. It has gotten particularly challenging since early February. I appreciate all the support from you in yesterday's post! Yes, we have all been there. In the strive to earn more money to support our expensive hobby we take on jobs with more responsibility and in turn it is also more stress. This too shall pass. Although I like to think of myself as a "horse obsessed girl" I am more of an ol' gal. This horse obsessed ol' gal will get it figured out.

Yesterday we had heavy rain so I came home to puddles. There was a small section of my sand paddock that was dry so I opted to lunge Poppy and Luxxx versus riding. Both were good.

Then this morning Baby L had a case of the a**holes. Everyone goes out at night so my morning routine involves just bringing horses in. Stalls are cleaned and breakfast is already made. I like to roll out there in my pjs each morning as it takes maybe 15 minutes to bring them all in. So here I am leading Baby L in from his paddock and he thinks he is high ho silver as I am in my pjs. He had his rope halter on so I would correct him with pressure on the lead. He reared again. And again. And again. 6 or 7 times in fact. The last time striking at my head so I dropped the lead. Off he tore. Now we cross through Hobbs' turnout to get to the barn so poor old Hobbs got knocked down by the running idiot. Watching your 25 year old retired jumper get laid out and then struggle to get up will stop your heart. 30 minutes later (and trying to talk myself out of killing my significant other who stood on the porch in his pjs asking if I wanted a carrot to catch him) I got him back to his stall.