BFFs!!!

Tierra and her new BFF, Amy!!! How cute are they? Tierra is 19 months old, Amy is 3.5 years old (a halter-bred APHA mare). Killin' me, those two. Could they be a little cuter? Tierra is the lone Friesian in a pasture full of halter-bred paints, quarter horses and even an appaloosa gelding (her other BFF and knight in shining armour, as he did jump in between her and the ornery old mares to save her when she was first put into the pasture).

She LOVES her new digs. I miss her a lot, but I know it's best for now.

Grass is Greener...

Yesterday's post was too whiny. Really, I'm extremely thankful to have an education and a job, and a good job it is. Stressful right now, but a good job.



And while I will never regret having gone through law school, I have always wondered if I should have stayed the literature course. I would love still to go back and get an MFA in Creative Writing. Problem is--the classes are generally during the day at the local university. That, and they require a letter of recommendation from an undergrad professor. I know I'm unforgettable and all, but I don't think they'll remember me from 15+ years ago.



Interesting, though. I took a creative writing class just for the fun of it several years ago and was envying the professor's life... only to find out he envied mine! He's always wished that he'd gone to law school and become and attorney. So--it is true, the grass is always greener...



Rode The Yellow Horse last night. He's awesome. I take no credit for it whatsoever, as my friend trained him and the horse himself is amazing, but wow, what a fun ride! I think the world just might be a better place if everybody had a horse like him.



Oh, and cats like mine. I'm convinced everybody would be happier with them. :)

Work SUCKS...

I don't know about the rest of you, but I think I could live my life quite happily without ever again venturing into an office. I like to live my happy little life, oblivious to politics and legal issues and problems and... but instead, I chose to go to law school. What WAS I thinking? Been a lawyer now for 12 years. Most of the time, I can stomach it, but I'm not a big fan of taking responsibility for my own life, let alone other people's lives. Clearly, I'd have made a really horrible doctor (good thing I took law school over medical school!)

But a wise friend (also a lawyer) once told me that I put way too many expectations on work. I made the mistake of thinking I'd love it and I'd get some sort of satisfaction or, if not happiness, at least contentment, and maybe a little pride out of my work. I was wrong. He told me to lower my expectations, go to work for the paychecks, and live through my hobbies. Sort of a crappy way to go about work, but it's not a terrible recipe for a happy life. So that's what I do--endure work so I can pay for my hobbies. Which include horses. And they are really, really expensive. So, I work for them--which is really for me.

Horses are a bit like potato chips (to every horse person I know except one, who is somehow able to stay with one horse), and one does tend to acquire several of them. I own three--a Tennessee Walking Horse gelding (my dream palomino), a Quarter Horse gelding (who is still very young and a lovely horse without about a million health problems and, apparently, a bit of an attitude--demonstrated by throwing me into a fence a month ago), and my newest purchase that I really could NOT help--a Friesian filly. Blame me all you want, but could YOU ignore that face?? I think not. Plus, I've wanted a Friesian for a LONG time. Those of you who watched Ladyhawke know why. :) I was probably 13 when I first saw that movie, and I fell in love with Goliath, but I was pretty sure that there could not be another horse on the planet as beautiful as that one. I was wrong--there are a bunch of them. I met one for the first time when I was an undergraduate. He was a beautiful Friesian stallion that I never could really believe was REAL. And then I found out you can actually ride them! From that point on, I knew I had to have one.

She's 19 months old now. I'll post an updated picture in the next few days. She's living with a friend of mine in a large pasture with a bunch of paint and QH mares and one appy gelding. "One of these things is not like the other!" I'd rather look out my window and see her standing in my own pasture, but that isn't likely to happen for another year or so (a topic for another day), so this is a good solution for now.

I'll leave with a picture of her gorgeous dad, Sam and go and ride a few other equines standing around at the barn waiting. Or not waiting. Whatever they do when I'm not there!

I Get Discouraged...

I get discouraged by things people do and don't do, things they say and don't say... I think we all do. Today, I was discouraged by something I read on a blog that was supposed to be about horses, but turned into a religious bash. Now, don't get me wrong. I really, really love horses. But a trainer once said something to me that really stuck--she said, "It's not about horses. It's about people." I've been pondering that statement for quite awhile now. My instinctive reaction (we were talking about abusive horse practices at the time) was, "No, it really is about the horses." But I think I get what she was saying. Kind of goes back to that saying, "Love the Sinner, Hate the Sin." I think her point was that people really are more important than horses (a hard thing for me to admit), and while you can fight passionately for more enlightenment amongst horse owners, you should not get so caught up in your self-righteous indignation that you confuse your hatred for what people DO for the people themselves. That's hard. It's easier to have righteous indignation. Then it's all black and white and not shades of gray, and darn, those shades of gray are difficult and uncomfortable to deal with.

So, why is this blog called "Do Something Fun?" Because I'm a big believer in that. Otherwise, life is just too dang depressing and none of us have the energy to fight any of the good fights. So, in this situation, I shall just go out and hug my horses (I'm odd enough to think that's fun) and keep saying to myself, "Like Water Off a Duck's Back..." :)