Truthful Tuesday

 

So... I was cleaning up outside the other morning. I had a pitchfork in one hand and a bucket in the other and this buzzy bug kept flying at my face. So I went to wave it away and clocked myself in the face with the pitchfork handle. 

And that's today's confession! I'm the clumsiest. Should not be left unsupervised. Clearly! Haha! Anyone else like me?

Truthful Tuesday

 

Okay, I have a weird confession for you guys this week. I have a pair of pants that I really love, but I just can't bring myself to wear. Nor to get rid of. Which is ridiculous right? If I can't wear them, why not get rid of them? 

They're a lovely pair of pants, jeans in fact. They're a pretty teal color and the stitching is thick and kind of beige color. They're from True Religion so they have horse shoes stitched on the pockets. Very cute. 

So what's the problem, you ask? Do they not fit? No, they DO fit. But see, the problem is that I had them on the night I had to put Rio down. And for some reason that makes absolutely no sense, I completely connect those pants with that night. Guys, that was more than two years ago. I really should either wear or sell or donate the pants. 

Do you have any items like this that simply exist in your space because you just can't deal with them? I hope I'm not alone in this weird thing...

Truthful Tuesday: Eros edition

 

Eros here... I'm writing for Mom today because she said I should confess my behavior. So mom's been kinda bummed out about my little brother's passing. I didn't know him very well, but he would usually give me a hello bark in the morning when I was outside. Seemed like a nice guy. Mom loved him an awful lot. 

Anyway, I could tell mom was having a hard time getting motivated to ride today. She was puttering around the barn for like an hour before she even took my tack out. I was like, "come on mom... I don't want to be late for lunch!" But also, I didn't want to stress her. She seemed like she needed some time. But then I had the BEST idea. If I sprung a shoe, she wouldn't be able to ride me! So she could have some extra free time today to have her feelings, and I wouldn't miss lunch. Seemed like a win-win to me.

Mission accomplished!

Unfortunately, Mom didn't really agree that this was a great idea. I don't think she's really thought it through all the way, because I still think it was brilliant... I got to have an extra day off, she only had to ride Shiny. How is this bad? I still don't really know. But anyway, that's my confession to all of you today. 

Truthful Tuesday

 

Today's confession is pretty on brand considering I'm now fully entrenched in middle age... So my birthday was Friday and in true Stacie fashion (pun fully intended) I had gotten myself a tee shirt to wear and a cup to drink from. 

And then? I forgot all about them and used neither. I suppose this means senility is setting in? I'm so disappointed in myself for missing the best theme of the year. I make all my favorite tee shirts into blankets so it wont go to waste or anything. But still. Sheesh. Way to drop the ball.

In other news, since my adult family is all vaccinated (kiddos are still too young) I was able to celebrate my birthday with my mom, brother, and his family. I still have a few more days of marinating to reach full protection but I felt safe with them since they're all being very careful still. It was nice not having to make my own cake this year!

Which leads to confession number 2... I took home the leftover cake. Which isn't the confession. The confession is that since I live alone and it's ALL MINE I went at the thing the last couple of nights right out of the box with just a fork. 

I'm an animal. 

Truthful Tuesday

 

Today's confession has absolutely nothing to do with horses, but it's been in effect for so long now, I feel I have to admit to it...

Several weeks ago my power went out for a bit and so I had to reset my alarm clock. Relevant to the rest of this confession: I use two alarm clocks. One traditional type and one old cell phone on which I set four alarms. What can I say? I'm a chronic snooze hitter. I need back ups. 

ANYWAY, I had to reset my clock. And I was clearly half asleep when I did it because I set the clock for AM but it was PM at the time. Which means my alarm doesn't go off. Which is fine given the old cell phone alarm I also use. But the thing is... I KNOW it's set wrong. And I haven't changed it. Not only that, I continue to set it each night, knowing full well it will not go off in the morning. All I'm left with in this situation is one question: Why am I like this?!

(That's rhetorical. No need to actually answer that.)

Any of you do this?

Truthful Tuesday

I'm not sure if this is an adulting win or an adulting fail... But I made a conscious decision last night to have ice cream for dinner. I have a ridiculously busy week this week. Like stupid busy. Like "how do I get myself into this" busy. And last night was the least busy of them all. I worked all day as normal, came home, then groomed and hand walked the boys. It was 87 degrees with like 95% humidity. So I decided it was the perfect night to go to Ben & Jerry's for dinner.

I went with The Tonight Dough with chocolate sprinkles in a waffle cone. I'm not sure if I've mentioned it before, but I really love food that comes in an edible vessel. Like soup in a bread bowl. Or taco salad in a tortilla bowl. You get the idea. So obviously, I get my ice cream in a cone.
After eating my dinner it was off to braid! Fortunately, it was an easy night, just one mane. So I was home by 10:15. I have two tonight, I think with tails, and three tomorrow in two different locations. Thursday, I'm supposed to take my mom to see a show, but I'm hoping she'll want to have a nice local dinner instead... And Friday is my dad's retirement party. All this plus taking care of the horses and dogs, and my regular 40 hour a week job. Phew. I'm going to sleep well this weekend!

Do you ever have ice cream for dinner? Is that, or is that not, one of the biggest perks to having to be a responsible adult?

Truthful Tuesday

You GUYS! I got to ride a horse yesterday! Not one of my herd obviously, but my wonderful friend from Katie Wanders let me ride her triple XL sized pony yesterday.

17.3 hand Danish Warmblood does in fact make my butt look smaller.

I'll talk all about it tomorrow on What's Up Wednesday, but I'm mentioning it to day because it leads into my confession...
I've really let my self go. I mean, I rode for maybe 20 minutes (cause old asthmatic lady couldn't breath) and I'm definitely feeling it today. My arms are sore, my legs are sore, my BUTT is sore... Someone clearly needs to start working out! But it's so completely worth it. That twenty minutes was the highlight of the last three weeks for me.
Have you ever taken a hiatus from riding only to discover how much of a work out it REALLY is when you get back on?

Truthful Tuesday: the one with some feels and blurry old screen shots

I made a pretty silly mistake over the last week/weekend. With my new found spare time, I decided to start converting my old riding videos into digital files. This seems like a great idea on the surface. And it was pretty fun to watch my very first horse show.

 Although, I didn't realize how terrible VHS quality was at the time! Holy grainy batman!
So why was it a bad plan? Because I can't ride. Watching old videos of Rio flying around the 1.2m A/O's,

 and my old junior hunter Bud doing his thing at Devon, and even Cosmo throwing his legs around in the adult jumpers,

 REALLY made me miss showing. This is the start of year number 3 without a show on the schedule. I was coping ok with that the last couple of years. I mean I didn't LOVE it.  But I was still riding and jumping around at home. So it was ok.
But now? Now that I haven't swung a leg over a horse in almost three weeks, it was super depressing. Then I start to feel guilty about feeling all woe is me because I can't ride when my horse was suffering through a painful bout with laminitis. Selfish much?

 On the bright side, Jampy is looking great! I'm super frustrated because I need to see the x-rays before we can move forward with things like figuring out his new diet, and if/when he can have turn out again. I just finally heard back from the local vet that he can't come until NEXT THURSDAY! Unacceptable. So I'm trying to see if the less local vet can get here sooner. The horse needs to get out. He's been such a good patient, but he's really bored, and not super happy with life right now. Not to mention, I'm still icing his legs regularly, which means I haven't had more than a six hour night sleep in close to three weeks. I'm also not sure how much longer I can get away with taking an hour and a half lunch away from work.
See? I told you there were some feels. Nostalgia, envy, disappointment, frustration. UGH. Fortunately, there's also some happy and relief that Jampy is feeling a lot better. And in time, I'll get to ride again. A good friend offered to let me sit on her horse this weekend, so hopefully we'll make that happen. In the meantime, I'll be hanging out with my old men waiting for the vet to come out.

Truthful Tuesday: Rio edition

Today's confession comes from Rio. Because sibling rivalry is real, even with horses. So as you know, Jampy is working through a bout of laminitis. Which means he can't eat much of anything except for soaked hay and peanuts. And sadly for him, he's decided he hates peanuts. Poor choice kid. Anyway, Rio is under no such food regulation, so he's happily eating all his normal stuff. Which includes grass.

His confession today is that every time he comes in from the all you can eat grass buffet, he immediately goes to his brother's stall and breathes grass breath all over him. It's as mean as it sounds, and Jampy is totally offended by it. I'm just curious how Jamp intends to pay him back once he's out and about again...

Truthful Tuesday

If you follow me on social, then you probably already know that we're going through a thing over here at the farm...

Jampy is foundering. This is my first personal experience with laminitis, and I have to tell you, I don't recommend this to anyone. There's not a whole lot to do other than Banamine and ice. Over and over. And then you wait. You wait for blood work. You wait for new x-rays. You wait for the vet. Until we know what caused this, he can only eat soaked hay. So I can't even stuff his face with cookies. I am going to get some peanuts and see how he feels about those though. Hopefully he'll like them.
I feel so badly for him. His feet really hurt. But he actually doesn't care all that much about that. What he cares about is that he can only eat super bland hay, and he REALLY wants his grain. I hate that I can't just fix this for him. That I can't tell him "in two days, you can get back to normal handsome boy."
But the other thing I hate? Is that I also have these selfish thoughts (which is my confession today). I have no horses to ride. Both my old men are laid up, possibly forever. And that's super depressing. For them as much as for me. I was super excited to try out the Soloshot3 this weekend, but last night I just packed it back in its box. Set aside for maybe when Badger comes back to CT? Who knows. I miss riding. It's not so bad in the winter when it's 10 degrees outside. But it's finally nice out here.

I'm doing my best to shove those thoughts aside where they belong though. It's not about something so unimportant right now. It's about getting Jampy comfortable and healthy again.
On the bright side, we've had plenty of comic relief. You should see some of the "ice packs" we've tried out while waiting for more ice boots to arrive and/or to freeze. I'll share some of that tomorrow. But for now, we wait.

Truthful Tuesday

You all are gonna judge me for this one.... Have at it though. #noregrets!
So I just found out my favorite local tack store is closing its doors. (We're just about out of tack stores around here...) The owner has decided it's time to retire. Can't argue that I guess. But still. Sad face.
  On the bright side, you know what a retiring tack store owner means? SALES! We all know I love a good sale. And retail therapy always helps when you're sad. Even if you're sad because the retail location is leaving. So at the end of the day, the whole thing cancels out. Emotionally at least. So today's confession is that I had a bit of a shopping spree. This particular store doesn't carry much actual tack that I like, but they do have some great apparel.
I won't keep you in suspense any longer, here's what I snagged in the closing sale:

Let's just address the elephant immediately shall we? Yes that is a Samshield helmet in that photo. Do I need a new show helmet?  Lol. I don't even show. BUT would it be awesome to not have to bring one back and forth to Florida? Yes! Helmets are a drag to pack. You have to take them in a carry on because the fluctuating temps in the cargo hold mess with the integrity of the helmet, blah, blah, blah. Helmets are bulky and stupid to travel with. By having a second one, I can keep one in FL and one up here. Total win. And even better, I paid for this entire haul with braiding this weekend. So it's like it never even happened.
I got Rio some new no bow wraps. He has a bowed tendon (got to the bottom of THAT issue, more tomorrow) so he's wearing wraps all the time now. I like to be able to rotate them so I don't have to constantly do laundry. I stocked up on hairnets, and got a pair of show gloves to keep with my new helmet.

 The boys got a couple buckets of treats. I got a stuffed pony for each of my nieces. One turns 5 on May 7th, and the other will be 2 on May 6th. Yep, one day apart. That should be fun for their parents when they're tweens! Ha!

  I also grabbed a cute t-shirt with a fox on it from Ariat (50% off!)

and a sunshirt from RJ Classics that I've been drooling at for awhile.

Other than the helmet, I don't think I was too crazy. And I mean I do hope to show again some day, so now I'm totally prepared! Right? Right.
Have you done any tack shopping lately? What'd ya get?!

Truthful Tuesday

Now that the great closet purge of 2018 is mostly done, I've moved on to cleaning up various junk piles in the house. This weekend was the section of counter in my kitchen that had become the drop box for all mail, magazines, and whatever other stuff that never found a home. It was quite a situation, and now that it's all cleaned up, I feel a lot better about the state of my kitchen. Plus I gained a significant amount of counter space!

While going through all of that, I found more than one envelope containing photos. So obviously, I stopped sorting to look through them all. There were some older photos of Jampy and me in there from I think 2013 or 2014. I'm pretty sure it was the first year I dropped him down to the equitation after not being all that successful together in the jumper ring. I think it was also the first year after he was gelded. He was pretty scrawny looking! It made me stop and think about how my horses have transformed over the years. And that leads to today's confession: It's really hard watching your horses get older. I mean, it's better than NOT getting to do that (I know from having lost my first heart horse, Bud, when he was only 10). But still, it's tough to see. Though in Jampy's case, he looks pretty good right now.

Let's start with Rio, since I've had him longer. This is Rio the first year I had him:

Total Beefcake, amiright? We started out in the children's/adult jumpers. They didn't have high and low back then, they were just set at 3'3" to 3'6" and everyone jumped the same course. Sometimes they split up the kids and the amateurs if there were enough entries. We moved up the next year to the low amateurs, and he retained that beefcake status. I mean LOOK at him! So handsome! We stayed in the jumper ring for most of our show career together, though we did sometimes do a hunter or equitation class. This is him doing some kind of hunter classic, might have been the same year judging by my non-approved helmet:

That unicorn looked the part in any ring you threw him in. Eventually he stepped down to the adult hunters and eq as his legs weren't holding up to the 1.2m jumps any longer. But he still looked amazing. That all changed in the last few years, since his EPM diagnosis. The fact that he made it through the first few months is a miracle so I'm not complaining about the state of his muscle tone. I'm THRILLED he's still here to be the skinny little old man he's become. But it's still pretty tough to watch happen. After the initial diagnosis, he had significant muscle atrophy on the right side of his face, but that was about it. Since last year though, I'm seeing muscle loss throughout his body. He's still handsome, but he's much leaner than he used to be.

Okay, maybe not the hay belly he's sporting... but the muscle tone is gone. I had doc test him for cushings, but thankfully he was negative. So it's just old age doing it's thing we think. Hopefully we can do some work this spring and summer to try and bring some strength back to those old muscles. And if not? Well that's ok too. As long as he's happy and comfortable, I don't care that much what he looks like.

Ok, Jampy's turn! Jampy is interesting to look back on as he's gone through a few changes. I'm not sure where the photos are of when I first got him, but he was a bag of bones by the time he got to me from Europe. As I am now very aware, Jamp is a worrier, and that trip was really hard on him. He spiked a fever in the USDA quarantine and had to stay there longer. Then when he got to the next quarantine for all the stallion testing stuff his legs blew up like balloons. Poor dude. This is why I'm not making him show anymore. Traveling is really stressful for him. Of course so is riding at the far end of my own ring... but I digress...
Jamp arrived to me at the end of August in 2010. Since he was in such terrible shape, I spent the fall just getting to know him at home and trying to get weight on him. It was a snowy winter so he had some time off, but we were ready to roll by the end of spring and started showing the end of May. Here he is that first year in Vermont:

His front end was a lot bigger than the back end, which I always thought was kind of funny. But he was a handsome little stallion, wasn't he?!
This same show was the scene of the crime that eventually stripped Jampy of his, err...,  little jampies if you will. You can read about that incident here if you need a refresher or happened to miss it the first time around.
After this season, we dropped down to the 3' hunters and equitation. My plan was just to get our confidence back and then eventually move back up to the jumper ring. Jampy was a lot less stressed doing that job though, so we wound up just staying in that ring. We did the 3"6" amateur owner hunters a few times, but he's just really not a hunter, so we were generally in the back of the pack.
This scrawny photo is of him that first year in the 3' division:

It doesn't even look like the same horse! Though the back end matches the front a bit better. He was always a tougher keeper than any of the others, requiring a lot more groceries to keep his weight up. I had to be really careful during the show season to keep hay in front of him at all times, or he would get too lean. It was especially obvious when we showed with the BNT and he wasn't under my care. I had to constantly remind them to keep feeding him. Even still, he would come home a bit thinner than he left. Now that he's home all the time, and especially after most of this winter off, he's clearly not that hard of a keeper anymore:

I think we could probably both benefit from a few weeks of intense fitness training... Somehow that tiny butt of his is now significantly larger than the front end. Honestly, though he could obviously use a lot more muscle tone, I think he looks better than he did after being gelded. In his case, he's aging pretty well! He even kind of looks like a hunter now. If only he'd jump like one...

Have you had a horse long enough to see the differences as they age? Any good tips for muscling up an epm riddled senior who's often a bit limpy? (Probably not, but hey, doesn't hurt to ask!)

Truthful Tuesday

Ugh. This one is so hard for me to talk about... You all know I'm a (very) part time braider and hunter princess. Not a secret. So that's what makes this so hard...

Do you see it? Can you tell what it is? It's a little tough with the lighting in this photo, but I think you can still figure it out...
Jamp's mane is entirely on the wrong side. After many years of fighting to train that mane over, I've finally admitted defeat. I figure Jampy's show days are likely behind him, (he's not microchipped, so it will be a real conscious and annoying effort to get him to a show) and if not, it would be me braiding him anyway. So for his golden years, I've decided to allow him to wear his hair however he prefers. It's a real rite of passage for an old horse to be able to make his own hairstyle decisions. He doesn't get full rein though... I will still be keeping it at a reasonable length (most of the time).

I'm in charge now, Mom. -Jamp, probably

Also, please try and excuse his winter belly. Someone really needs to get back to work... That someone might be me, but it's also Jamp. He's always been a bit of a tough keeper though, so his being a little hefty this winter is actually kind of a nice change. Of course we'll be working to trim that up soon as I don't want him to be unhealthy.

What about you? Ever let a horse's mane run wild? Anything else you need to confess today?

Truthful Tuesday

Ugh. You guys. I'm so stumped on what to get my dad for Chanukah. Which starts today! Yikes! Fortunately, we usually just lump our Chanukah and Christmas gift giving all into one day so I have some time still. But not that much!
I like to think that I do a decent job of gifting things I know the recipient will love. Friends often come to me for gift suggestions, so I have evidence to back up this claim. Some examples that you guys have to promise not to tell (seriously, these peeps don't read the blog, so make sure they don't find out!): Step Mom has been wanting to get back to riding. I currently don't have a safe beast for her, so I'm getting her a couple lessons and a pair of Regal boots. My mom is a HUGE Hillary Clinton fan, so she's getting a signed copy of HRC's book. (Plus a bunch of other stuff cause she's my momma). My little brother who lives in the wilderness without electricity? Hammock.
But. There's one guy that I just have the hardest time finding gifts for. My dad! The man has everything he could ever want. And his taste is far and above my budget. He doesn't have much in the way of hobbies other than sport fishing. Let me tell you, there is nothing in my price range to get him for THAT.

So what am I going to do you ask? So far I got him a case of his favorite nostalgia candy:

Seriously. He loves these things. But that's not exactly a significant gift. So probably he's going to get the old standby that he gets EVERY holiday (we're talking Chanukah, birthday, AND Father's Day). Yep. 2 Polo shirts and a sweater. So original.
Do you guys have any suggestions for the man who has literally everything? He doesn't drink at all and doesn't golf if that's helpful (I know, not at all).
Do you have anyone really hard to shop for on your list? What do you end up doing for him/her?

Truthful Tuesday: Equine Affair Edition

Lol. This is something probably only I would do... So I went up to Equine Affair last Thursday after taking a half day at work. I had two main goals to accomplish up there: Watch my friend ride in the Lusitano demonstration and potentially make a deal on a new trailer. Obviously though, since I'm me, I also allowed time to peruse the "trade show". (I use that term loosely as it's not exciting new merchandise but all the leftover crap no one's been able to sell all year, but I digress.) So my confession is about a purchase I made rather hastily at the SmartPak booth. I had found two pairs of Piper breeches that I didn't yet have marked down quite a bit. So I figured I'd take them home with me. I was very careful about finding my size in the one pair... the other not so much. There was a pair in the color way I wanted hanging right on the end of the rack with a size 30 sticker on it. So grabbed them, paid and went on my merry way. It was only after I got home that I realized they had the wrong sticker on them! Doh.

So cute. So tiny.

Yeah, they were a 24. Lol. I couldn't fit my ARM in a 24. Surprisingly, SmarkPak had a customer service rep available to chat with me at 9 pm right on the website (did you guys know this?!) and I was able to send them back (free shipping both ways!) and get the correct size. Crisis averted. Seriously, I know better than to not look at the label inside. Not sure what I was thinking!
I know you want to know what else I got while I was up there, so fear not, I will share some space on this Truthful Tuesday post to show off the rest of my new stuff.
I got Rio and Jampy replacement parts for those fun yet crappy bridles they wore last week in Thursday's Threads. Rio got a whole new bridle for me to swap browbands and reins with:

It was only $60 yet is about 10 thousand times nicer than the one his fancy browband came with.
Jampy got a figure 8 noseband to go on his black and purple bridle:

Before you all get too judgey, YES I have other bridles and nosebands BUT I didn't have any that were black. And I'm not about to put black browbands and reins on a brown bridle. Nope. Can't make me. So these were necessary for my horses' comfort. They need to be comfy if they're going to allow me to torture them with purple and unicorn bits. Fair is fair.

I got some stuffs for me too... (shocking right?)

The booth where I found the bridle and figure 8 had a deal on socks, 5 for $20 so I stocked up on those. The purple thing up there is my other pair of piper breeches mentioned earlier. And I did cave and get two C4 belts. I've been DYING for the taco one. The other is the unicorn collaboration from Dreamers and Schemers. It's been sold out forever so I clearly HAD to get it when I saw it. Plus it came with matching socks.

And no... that's not entirely all I bought up there.... I was successful with my trailer goals too. In about twelve weeks I'll share more when it arrives. But I'm SUPER excited/anxious. Big purchases always leave this terrible feeling of "oh dear lord, what have I done?!" (And remember I just bought a saddle! Anxiety code red people!) But my trailer is almost 12 years old. Not ancient, but it's a Sundowner with the old steel frame that are notorious for problems. I've taken really good care of it over the years, so it's in great shape, but I want to get out of it while it's still valuable and safe. I got a decent amount for a trade in and I get to keep it with me in case of any emergencies until the new one arrives.

So there you have it. Today's confessions: I'm an absent minded shopper and I just bought a new trailer!

Do big purchases freak you out too? What's your favorite trailer? Have you ever bought an item without checking the size first? I hate to admit it, but this isn't the first time I've done that!

Truthful Tuesday

Today's confession: I'm a total sucker. I fall for a good marketing scheme every single time. I don't even need a marketing scheme honestly. If you make something for my horses in hunter green and tan, I will buy it. Doesn't even matter what it is.
Let's talk for a moment about Back on Track. I hate gimmicks, and I'm always a skeptic. Always. Anything new and exciting comes out promising my horse will be more sound, quieter, etc, I will not believe it. I will wait for all of my friends to try it and love it, and even then, I probably won't believe it. (Unless of course we're talking about unicorn colored bits, in which case I will buy it immediately, but that's a post for a different day.)
Anyway, I've been told about the magic of Back on Track forever and ever, but I'm super cheap, and my horses like to ruin stuff, so I haven't really jumped on board. I did buy the back pad awhile ago, but wasn't very good about actually putting it on my horses very regularly, so I couldn't form an opinion. And then last week I got my Tack of the Day email and it had a special on the new GREEN back on track mesh sheet. If you bought a sheet you got a free neck cover. I then went and did a little research to see if was actually a good deal (it was, kind of) and still decided not to order.
But then I thought about it for awhile and learned that the colors are limited edition and the FOMO kicked in. I mean, my horses ARE old, so the magic of back on track couldn't hurt them after all. And the sheets are hunter green... So yeah...

Rio and Jamp each got one. Don't tell Badger. If you don't live at Winthrop Corner, you don't get presents. I got stupid excited when I pulled them out their bags to discover that the annoying back on track words are embroidered in tan. I mean, I'm not big on logos, but if it's the right color...
I've used them twice so far, and honestly, they do seem to do what they say. The horses were warm underneath but seemed to be quite content, so they weren't overheating. I threw them on before my rides on Sunday, and I was actually impressed. Jamp came out really quiet and relaxed (which rarely happens). He actually rode very similarly to how he goes when I used to give him perfect prep. It was interesting to experience. I'm curious to see if that will repeat itself. If it does, this was a great purchase!
Rio is always pretty relaxed, so I didn't see much difference there with him. But he was less girthy than normal and didn't need as long to warm up as he normally requires. Also, when he came out of this stall, he was very obviously in a relaxed state. You might be able to tell in the next photo if you look carefully.

Boys... Sheesh.
So to summarize, I got suckered into spending a small fortune on back on track sheets but I'm actually kind of happy it happened!
Is there anything that might make you more likely to make a purchase that you don't necessarily need? Have an opinion on Back on Track? Let's discuss in the comments!

Truthful Tuesday

Today's confession you ask? It's a gross one. You guys. There was a mystery booger on the wall yesterday. One of my horses shot a really large pretty gross booger on the wall, and my confession is that I have no idea which nose it came from. I will spare you photographic evidence (it was gross, trust me). It was the type of booger that would make you think, "oh I better keep an eye on that, that looks like it could be a cold." And yet, I can't tell who it came from! No one has an obviously snotty nose. No one is coughing. It's very odd.

Was it from THIS nose?

Or maybe THIS one?

 So for the time being, I guess I'll just keep an eye on both noses. Good thing there's only two horses in the barn, or this would be extra perplexing.
Has this ever happened to you? Am I less of a horse mom for not being able to distinguish a booger? I mean, I can tell from sight which poop pile belongs to which horse, but booger deciphering is clearly a whole different level.