Horse People

["Colleen Kirkpatrick" <polairs210@hotmail.com>]

Hello Ridecampers,
Thought this was a cute one. hope you all enjoy it!!
Colleen K.


>
>             You know you're a horse person when.
>              You pull a $17,000 horse trailer with a $1,700
>  pickup truck.
> > >           >
> > >           > You realize that finding a horse shoe truly is
> > > lucky because you've
> > >           > saved ten bucks.
> > >           >
> > >           > You'll drive an hour in a snowstorm to ride
> > > your
> > > horse, but God forbid
> > >           > you have to drive 5 minutes to the store to buy
> > > groceries.
> > >           >
> > >           > When your six year old tells everyone that he's
> > > going to be the "ring
> > >           > steward" at your aunt's wedding!
> > >           >
> > >           > Your friends no longer ask to get together with
> > > you on a weekend
> > >           > afternoon because they know you'll say-"I
> > > can't, I
> > > have a show".
> > >           >
> > >           > You consider a pristine golf course as a waste
> > > of
> > > good pasture land.
> > >           >
> > >           > Every time you drive past a construction site,
> > > you
> > > think how you could
> > >           > use all the lumber at the barn!
> > >           >
> > >           > After arriving at the barn and finding the
> > > sprinklers on in the indoor
> > >           > arena, you go ahead and ride in it anyway.
> > > What's
> > > a little indoor
> > >           > "rain"?
> > >           >
> > >           > Your horse gets new shoes more often than you.
> > >           >
> > >           > Your spouse complains that you love your horse
> > > more then you love him
> > >           > and your answer"  "And your point is?"
> > >           >
> > >           > Your spouse does something nice for you, and
> > > you
> > > say "god boy" and pat
> > >           > him on the neck.
> > >           >
> > >           > You're trying to pass someone in a crowded
> > > hallway
> > > and instead of saying
> > >           > "excuse me" to him, you cluck at them instead.
> > >           >
> > >           > You meet a business associate for a breakfast
> > > meeting and they reach
> > >           > over the breakfast table to pick alfalfa out of
> > > your hair.
> > >           >
> > >           > No one wants to ride in your car because
> > > they'll
> > > get sweet feed and hay
> > >           > all over their clothes...But hey, that's OK!!
> > > You'd have to rearrange
> > >           > all the tack to make room for them anyway!
> > >           >
> > >           > You are totally grossed out by human hair in
> > > the
> > > sink or tub, but don't
> > >           > mind horse hair in your washer, on your
> > > clothes,
> > > or in your food...
> > >           >
> > >           > You don't mind throwing the frozen manure balls
> > > for the barn dog to
> > >           > fetch!
> > >           >
> > >           > Your first stop in the office is the lady's
> > > room
> > > to remove the shavings
> > >           > from your shoes.
> > >           >
> > >           > The non horsy guy you just started dating gives
> > > you a funny look after
> > >           > glancing into the back seat of your car, and
> > > you
> > > realize your whips and
> > >           > spurs have been noticed.
> > >           >
> > >           > Your kids run through the house and you tell
> > > them
> > > to whoa.
> > >           >
> > >           > You see the vet more than you see your child's
> > > pediatrician.
> > >           >
> > >           > You yell at the kids, and the horse's name pops
> > > out.
> > >           >
> > >           > On rainy days, you organize the tack room, not
> > > the
> > > house.
> > >           >
> > >           > You actually get to a point where flies don't
> > > bother you so much.
> > >           >
> > >           > You've considered moving into the barn, since
> > > it
> > > is cleaner than the
> > >           > house.
> > >           >
> > >           > Your horse seems the right choice when you need
> > > to
> > > talk something out
> > >           > with someone.
> > >           >
> > >           > You often sneak furtively into Laundromats and
> > > pretend that you really
> > >           > didn't just put that stinky, filthy horse
> > > blanket
> > > into the comforter
> > >           > size machine.
> > >           >
> > >           > You plan corn on the cob for dinner just so you
> > > can feed the cobs to
> > >           > your horses for a treat.
> > >           >
> > >           > You have more pictures of your horses in your
> > > office than you have of
> > >           > your family.
> > >           >
> > >           > You can find your boots in the dark by the
> > > aroma.
> > >           >
> > >           > You drive up in the yard, get out of the car
> > > and
> > > inhale the perfume of
> > >           > the manure pile.
> > >           >
> > >           > You talk to the horse like they were kids.
> > >           >
> > >           > The only picture you have of your spouse just
> > > happens to have been taken
> > >           > the one time you let him ride your horse.
> > >           >
> > >           > You hate posing for pictures unless you're on
> > > your
> > > horse.
> > >           >
> > >           > You don't notice the barn smells on your
> > > clothes/shoes and wonder why
> > >           > "regular" folks are sniffing the air when you
> > > walk
> > > up.
> > >           >
> > >           > You know more about equine nutrition than human
> > > nutrition.  Just ask
> > >           > your kids.
> > >           >
> > >           > All your clothes have horsehair on them, even
> > > if
> > > they've never been worn
> > >           > to the barn.
> > >           >
> > >           > You choose which clothes to buy on the basis of
> > > whether or not you can
> > >           > wash horse slobber/manure out of them.
> > >           >
> > >           > You get out of your warm bed at 3:30 am, and go
> > > outside to bring the
> > >           > horses in because it's raining.  If that's not
> > > enough, you even dry them
> > >           > off a little, before going back to bed.
> > >           >
> > >           > You giggle when your braiding you're horse's
> > > tail
> > > as she passes wind in
> > >           > your face.
> > >           >
> > >           > You get your income tax refund and the first
> > > thing
> > > you do is head for
> > >           > the tack shop.
> > >           >
> > >           > Every time you go to the stable, it takes 3
> > > hours
> > > and you can't image
> > >           > where the time went.
> > >           >
> > >           > Your car is the only one in the company parking
> > > lot that has an inch of
> > >           > dust INSIDE and when you open the door, a swarm
> > > of
> > > flies emerge.
> > >           >
> > >           > The first bills you pay each month are all
> > > horse
> > > related.
> > >           >
> > >           > You don't really "need" a phone anyway (unless
> > > you
> > > have to call the vet;
> > >           > oops, better pay that one).
> > >           >
> > >           > You choose your new dog by which breed is best
> > > with horses.
> > >           >
> > >           > You always have new foal pictures in your
> > > wallet.
> > >           >
> > >           > AIN"T HORSE LIFE GRAND?
> >
> >
> > >
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