- This is one of my favorite tidbits about myself – I have prosopagnosia. I don’t know what anybody’s face looks like. I recognize you by your body shape, voice, hair, clothing, mannerisms, etc. Yes, this means I fake it a lot, but I usually figure out who I’m talking to before I embarrass myself.
- I have a tattoo. It’s a rearing sumi-e style horse, on my hip. It’s my reminder to never give up, even when life keeps trying to beat you down.
- I have never in my life eaten a McDonald’s hamburger. I have no intention of ever doing so.
- My dream truck is a 7.3 Powerstroke F-x50.
- My dream car is an old stick-shift BMW M-series. Real clutch, please – I can’t stand the fake manuals. (I will fear no Highway of Death with that.)
- I will play the lottery, but only $1 per drawing and only when it’s more money than I can spend in my lifetime – $80 million or more.
- I am gonna breed those Nigerian goats and milk them and drink absolutely amazing milk, every single day for months.
- The last concert I saw was Rancid, 2006, at the New Daisy in Memphis.
- I’ve seen They Might Be Giants 3 times so far, and as soon as they tour near me again, I’ll go again.
- I am deeply superstitious, but only if my behavior tempts irony. Do not meddle with irony.
- I don’t do dresses. I tried, when I was younger, but I just feel too awkward in them. The last time I wore a dress was at my wedding in 2004.
- I feed Cersei raw chicken, and I have since I first got her as a tiny puppy. None of the myths you’ve heard about raw diets are true. (I feed her lots of things, mostly raw, but the bulk of her diet is Foster Farms chicken legs from Costco.)
- I want to learn to jump so I can foxhunt, at least once.
- I used to be a huge PC nerd, but once you go Mac you never go back.
- I have ascended (won) Nethack four times. ASCII only – I hate tiles. Yes, spoilered – I am not a prodigy.
- I have given up on George RR Martin ever finishing his stupid Song of Ice and Fire series. Ask me about him at your peril – I will sperge-rage out like you wouldn’t believe.
- I taught myself to swim.
- I paid to learn to scuba dive. 😉
- I like all fruit except for pears. The texture icks me out.
- I like kiwis, but they don’t like me – I’m allergic to them.
- Speaking of allergies, I am allergic to everything fun and everything common. Dogs, cats, ferrets, hay, pollen, mold, sage, moldy cheese, Tide detergent, Dove soap, and wine tannins.*
- *Well, the wine is just a sensitivity, not a true allergy, but it means I can’t drink wine or I get truly epic headaches.
- I want to turn the old fridge in the garage into a humidity chamber and drying chamber and make my own charcuterie, even though I can’t even pronounce the word.
- I have beautiful strong fast-growing fingernails, which I keep chopped off short because otherwise they get dirty and get in the way.
- I have beautiful thick fast-growing hair, which I keep chopped off short because it annoys the piss out of me when it touches my face.
- I love to play bridge. Haven’t played in years. Can’t find anyone who knows how.
- Nothing destroys my self-esteem faster than hearing my own recorded voice. I can’t even listen to my voice mail prompt. Surely I don’t sound THAT dumb. But maybe I do? >:(
- When I was 10, my mom yelled at me to get off the phone because it was storming, so I sighed deeply and informed my friend I had to get off the phone cause my mom was yelling, then I hung up the phone and lightning struck it and melted it. True story. Thanks, Mom!
- My husband and I are both only kids, so we want two. We shall let them fight it out like we never got to.
- I’m left handed, except for scissors.
- I have a huge scar on my knee from climbing a barb wire fence when I was a kid. And oh my god I made it!
Dom’s excellent Year in Review post inspired me to play along, too. Starting in January of last year isn’t really the best place, so I’ll give just a bit of extra backstory…
We had a few options when we left Ohio in summer 2009, and I thought Reno sounded like the most excellent adventure out of the choices. Fortunately, G got that job and here we came. We got an apartment on the north side of town, and I boarded Dixie with a lady on the northeast side of town. I spent the fall working through the worst of Dixie’s issues (teleport-spooking and bolting), and by the beginning of 2010 I was pretty sure we really could give this endurance thing a shot.
January: ~C, who’d taken me under her wing, dragged me off to our first real event – the NEDA New Year’s ride. We only did 10 miles, but the horses did well. I started obsessively logging my rides and posting excruciatingly detailed ride reports. At the end of January, coyotes tried to eat my Cersei dog.
February: ~C and I did 20 miles at another NEDA ride.Dixie used to have awful hooves. In February of last year, she started getting the toe rocker thing that I just posted about – and it worried the hell out of me. (Now I’m used to it.) I went to the AERC convention. Then I went and took the Nevada bar.
March: I tried out some borrowed Easyboots. They were way too small. Then, through the unbelievable kindness of a friend, I borrowed a trailer and went off to Rides of March and freakin’ completed our first LD!!! The place I boarded at ceased to be a viable option – the owner decided that my horse was being mean to the other horses and abruptly moved her from the 15 acre pasture to a 20′ pen. In the windy rain/snow. I am still mad about that. :breathes deep and moves along: I got to try out her new blanket on her, at least!
April: I lucked out (which is the real story of my life: I luck out a lot) and found new boarding very near our apartment, with M. Then I got a trailer! Man, a trailer, how cool is that! Yeah, it’s yellow, and it’s a straight, and it’s almost as old as I am, and it’s a little on the small side, but it’s a trailer! Dixie’s loaded just fine in tiny straights before. We were gonna go ride another LD at Washoe.
May: Then Dixie tried her damndest to kill herself. I’m still amazed that she walked away without a scratch. I decided that she won and I’d just never load her in a tiny straight again. It was pretty heartbreaking, having something I’d wanted for SO long ripped away from me like that. Oh, and a week later I found out I failed the bar. Rough month. But all you can do is suck up and keep going. I also got her a crupper (works great), two pair of Renegades (work great), and a fly mask (she hates it, prefers to stand with her head in the shade all day).
June: By June, I was starting to get the hang of pacing (at least in training.) You can walk a bit and gait/trot a bit and canter a bit and hit 5 mph average pretty easily. G and I took Cersei to a fantastic mountain lake for Memorial Day. I washed my horse! I went to Vegas with two awesome friends. We completed our second LD, a fantastic night ride (Nevada Moonshine, you should come!) I think June is when I first started the primal eating thing – I know I managed to stick with it at Moonshine.
July: We made an offer on a house. We didn’t get it. Oh well – it was ugly anyway. Then we made an offer on another house. Then ~C and I headed off to (watch) Tevis. That was excellent – I met Merri, Kirt the Renegade owner, Karen Chaton, and Jonni, and saw Zach. And I met Mel, but she was busy completing Tevis so I don’t think that counts as her “meeting” me! Oh, and the sellers countered our offer on the house, so ~C had to knock off early at Foresthill and take me to Auburn to print and fax our acceptance of the counter. Then back to the fairgrounds to watch John Crandell and Heralic trot on in like they’d just been out for a spin around the block, not a 13 hour 100 mile ride through the Sierras.
August: I washed my horse again. Can you tell it doesn’t happen often? The house buying thing progressed slowly yet dramatically. Dixie tried out a Big Trot but started clipping her front heel bulbs pretty hard, so I got her some bell boots. They are unsuitable for endurance. There was more breathtaking drama at the closing, but somehow the house deal went through anyway. Then I quit riding and started de-fuglyfying the incredibly fugly house.
September: I got a hell of a deal on 14 scraggly little pullets. In retrospect, it feels like G and I did nothing at all in September other than drag junk out of the backyard and build a fence. I cannot overemphasize how much effort it took to clean out and fence less than half an acre. Yes, it’s one of the most satisfying things I’ve ever done, but OH MY GOD. So much work. I got my horse home at the end of the month!
October: Dixie and I finished our third LD at Comstock, and two adorable baby Nigerian goats came to live in the madhouse with us. I repainted the horrible den, and my husband and I hung crown molding in here. I learned to plumb and dug an epic hole and dug an epic trench. I built a clever box and mitigated some termites and buried a chicken. (Wow. I didn’t realize October was THAT busy.)
November: G started talking to New Job people, so I got a little quiet on the blog. Still, I reroofed the run in and survived a close encounter with death by hyperbole. Don’t buy a NeverKink hose! I sold my little truck and squandered a bit of the profits on a better hose.
December: G put in notice at the old job, so I got to tell yall about the New Job. I rode a little bit, but mainly I hung out with G. I don’t talk about him much (he’s a pretty private guy), but he really is my other half. I am going to miss him more than words can say, but it’ll be ok. This is a good long-range move. I have plenty to do here to keep busy
Ok, she’s trimmed!
Since I actually have one-day-apart pictures, I thought I’d post them as side by side comparisons. If you click any of the pictures you can see the bigger version.
Proper side shots, standing on concrete.
She was standing pretty square for the left shot, but for the right shot she had her right foot below her girth and was busy pawing with the left. And usually Jim rolls her walls better, but she was a shit-ass and didn’t want to stand still. We scheduled for 5 weeks next time – 7 was way too long.
I meant to put this up last week, but I got distracted doing something else.
I cooked a lot of sweets this year and took pics – I entered an online cooking competition. We’ll see how I do! I’ll spare you the long details and just show the money shots.
The yule log was a flourless souffle jellyroll cake, filled with whipped cream, iced with dark chocolate ganache. It was just as good as it sounds. I am only slightly ashamed to tell you we ate that cake in two days.
I took some legible pictures of Dixie’s feet today. They’re seven weeks post-trim – Jim was scheduled to come last week, but it had just snowed like 6″ and it was about 20 that day and we mutually cancelled. I can hear the Alaskans laughing from here, but it’s not like we HAD to trim then. Tomorrow will be probably sunny and near 40. A much nicer day to trim.
Anyway, here’s Dixie’s overgrown front feet.
Thoughts: Her frogs look ratty, but they feel good. Nice and firm, and a pretty open heel bulb. White lines are a little stretched, but considering how long her walls are, it’s acceptable. Beautiful concavity, and a good callous at the toe part of the sole.
I like the way you can really see how bars get folded over. Dixie’s aren’t folded, but they’re headed that way. The only place she really has chalky dead sole is at the heels – if I managed to arrange things so that she got more heel stimulation, maybe that wouldn’t happen? Anyway, I think it’s cool to see the very early stages of an imbalance – makes it easier to spot them on other horses, I think.
As always, feel free to repost these or give comments/criticism. If my horse isn’t a wicked horrible bitch tomorrow, I’ll get “after” shots and you can see how my (awesome) trimmer deals with her feet.