The Value of Something

This post is brought to you upon inspiration from my new old ugly horse trailer. Yes, I’m serious.

My husband came home with my new trailer about a week ago. He has always known I’d like to have a three Horse with a small tack area, and a nose cone I could put an air mattress in and sleep. And here it is! I have to laugh because he kept telling me how old and ugly it was before he brought it home. He said he wanted to prepare me for what I was actually getting and not some built up image in my mind.

Which brings me to my point. The value of something is individual to ones perception. For example my husband thought I may be a little disappointed with my new trailer. When in fact, I am so completely happy. It is exactly what I hoped for. Sure it needs a door latch instead of the bungee cord that is in place now, and the back doors need put back on, and two boards need replaced. BUT I HAVE A HORSE TRAILER I ALWAYS WANTED!!!!!

I had a friend once tell me that I’m “always just so dang thankful!” And I’m happy that I have this outlook, because as Cliche as it may seem, I am thankful….for everything in my life. So don’t let someone make you feel bad for seeing the value of something in your own life that may not shine to others.

A mutt dog isn’t worth less than a pedigree pooch.

A state university education isn’t any more valuable than a hard knocks university education.

A suit and tie doesn’t mean more power than jeans and boots.

And an old paint peeled three Horse with a bungee cord door latch isn’t any worse than a brand new aluminum.

You yourself can only determine the value of something …..


Far and Away; Queen Jo Goes to Double J


So this happened yesterday. The girls and I took Queen Jo to Double J Performance Horses to get finished up on the barrel pattern. I came to the realization she would never get patterned on my schedule. Three kids and thier activities, running a household, and working part time plus running Little Horse Company, among a million other responsibilities, it just wasn’t going to get done as fast as of like it to.

Dreashers are wonderful people and I am excited to see what Jana can do with the dirty grey Queen Jo.


Making Contact with 2016

Today I woke up, a new day a new year. But it didn’t feel real. I don’t make resolutions at the beginning of the year like many people do. Mostly because I would stick with said theoretical resolution for a few weeks, then completely peter out. And then I’d be terribly unhappy with myself. And really who wants to be unhappy? Not me. Aside from that, waking up didn’t feel like  a new year until I made contact with it.

It would have been so easy to stay in the warm(ish) house this morning. But there was that ever nagging feeling I had to get out with the horses. For some reason I knew that would bring me to terms with this New Year. Maybe I’m struggling because I turn 30 this month??

I cooked breakfast, fed breakfast, bathed  children, dressed children, drug out five hundred articles of warm clothing to clothe children for outdoor time ……and away we went.


Boo, Me, Owl, and Bunny


We of course did our chores first, as any good horseman does. And then we moved on to getting everybody all groomed up.


Got my grooming face on.


Bunny brushing Romeo.


Owl singing to Romeo.


Boo pretending to be working hard. And Jo photobombing her and Romeo.

After everyone was groomed up we went for a very short ride.


All aboard Romeo


Boo and her best friend Romeo.





After they rode bareback for awhile they ran off to play in the crunchy ice puddles while I went to get Jo.


Me and Jo

This was the exact moment it felt like a new year! The moment my cheek made contact with Jo’s warm face. I felt my soul soar and come alive. I felt all the cliche happiness of new beginnings and hope for the future….and then I did something I never do, I made a new years resolution …….it was to do this, More of this…..connecting with my girls and our horses…..



From the HK Bar to the World, whatever makes you happy….. Do more of that this year!


Preparing for the Show

Today my oldest daughter Boo practiced with her trainer. She is working on walk/trot for western pleasure. She has been working really hard to gain back her confidence after a nasty spill that ended in a hospital trip and a concussion.

In her practice with her trainer today I could see her trepidation when she would begin to trot her horse. She would go straight for the saddle horn and pitch forward a bit in her saddle. She would essentially just quit riding and her Quarter Pony, Romeo would drop back down to a walk. But thank the lord for great trainers.

Erin is the greatest coach/trainer we could ask for. She is patient and kind, yet she will push Boo when she needs it. She inspires success and determination. And for that we are so thankful.

Meanwhile I am in the corner trying to make myself small. I understand why parents shouldn’t be allowed to be at practices. We have big mouths, we get in the way, we are distracting lol.

Boo and Romeo had a good practice, and Boo told me after her lesson on our way home,
“Mom, thanks for taking me and Romeo to our lesson. I’m real excited about walk trot, but I am a little scared. I don’t want to fall off again. But Im going to do it tomorrow, you know that walk trot class. I may not be perfect Mom, but in sure gonna try hard. Romeo too.”

It melted my heart to hear her say those words. I told her I never expect perfection. As long as you are trying your hardest and having fun and learning that’s all I care about. She smiled bigger, and then started talking about unicorns.

Its after these moments I realize all those times my mom told me its not about the ribbons, its not about being the best , its about learning, laughing, trying your hardest, and loving what you do. Thank you  Mom.

So the horses are groomed, the trailer is packed, practice has been done, and tomorrow we kick off the horse show season.


Jo; Major Duomo Update

Today we loaded up the family in the suburban and took more hay and grain out to Jo, our mare who is at Major Duomo’s (a tb stud) barn. She looks absolutely fantastic, and seems well adjusted.

While Hubby unloaded the hay and grain from the trailer I and the girls went to see Jo in her stall. She noticed there was people right away, and then her eyes met mine and I saw the spark of recognition. She shuffled back and forth in her stall a bit and stuck her velvety nose out to be scratched. I had brought her a few of her favorite treats (banana peels).

She made quick work of the banana peels and enjoyed being loved on and the attention from Boo, Owl, and Bunny. Major Duomo’s owner, Ali is taking great care of my girl Jo. I was so glad to see Jo in good physical, and mental health.

When the hay and grain were unloaded and kids strapped back in car seats I snuck over to Jos stall to say a quiet goodbye. I scratched her head and blew in her nostrils. And I told her I’d see her again soon. There was no pacing or shuffling this time, just a quiet Jo with her grey nose poked out of her door. I left feeling very peaceful and happy to know my girl is doing great under Ali’s care. And I have to admit I was pleased when I saw the spark of recognition in Jos eyes when she saw me, and the impatient shuffling she did as I approached her stall.

When we were driving out of Alis place hubby commented  that he hasn’t seen me smile that big for days. I just laughed in response. But he’s right I know. Its not been the same without seeing my girl everyday. I’ve missed her happy nickers, and her running to the gate when she sees me in the mornings.

Even though our horses have jobs and a function on the HK Bar, they are deeply loved and appreciated.

So anyway, Jo is no longer striking out and being aggressive towards Major. She now stands next to him quietly. So hopefully she will be coning in again soon.

My whole weekend was made. I had a beautiful drive with the family, and I got to see my girl.


Jo in her stall at Major Duomos barn


A Flying Hoof Out of Nowhere

Today was farrier day for the ten horse herd that is HK Bars. Jo was tied to the back 
flat bed of a feed truck, my farriers wife, Kim, was holding Romeo some five feet behind Jo. I was holding Katelyn and Cal (our farrier ) was trimming up Charger. When out of nowhere I see Jo send a flying back hoof towards poor Romeo and Kim ! Romeo and Kim were able to dodge the flying hoof,  but narrowly!

I was SO embarrassed! Jo has NEVER offered to kick at human or another horse! I guess never say never! ( Maybe Jo is coming in season and feeling a tad bit b#@%$&?).

It was a good reminder to me why I teach my daughters how to properly walk behind a horse and to be aware of their surroundings. If Kim  hadn’t been the assertive and watchful person she is, Jo could have nailed her and Romeo a good one.

It also reminded me in life that there will be those flying hooves out of nowhere. These strikes will be cast when you feel safe and are unassuming. Moments like these hit us at our most vulnerable because we aren’t expecting them to come.

It really made me think and reflect. The point is not that these moments of flying hooves out of nowhere will come, its how we respond.

Ready or not….because these moments will come.


We Had our First Baby!

Miss Ellie my favorite cow gave us a beautiful suprise this morning. Boo was at school but will get to see her this afternoon. Owl clapped and said “Our baby! Baby cow mama! Yay!”. Little Bunny smiled and pointed and clapped.

If everyone could witness the innocence and beauty of a newborn life I think the world would be a different place. I am blessed to be able to raise my three girls on the HK Bar knowing about the magic of life, the beauty of nature, and knowing Gods way.