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THE GREAT HUBS!

Is your HUBS a pessimist or an optimist? My HUBS is a diehard optimist to the freaking core! He is so optimistic sometimes I get annoyed at him. I however am a complete pessimist (I do try to hide this fact as much as possible as it is NOT something I am proud of). This is something I consistently fight now to be. I actually joke that a pessimist is an educated optimist!

The fact that hubs is an optimist is what really grounds me and evens me out. If you hadn’t figured out by now I am VERY HIGH STRUNG and ENERGENIC. HUBS is WAY more CALM! He reminds me a lot NOT to go negative but look on the positive side. Sometimes I make myself find one positive thing out of a situation I see is negative-mostly due to him reminding me to do so (LOL)!

One of my most favorite things about HUBS beside him being a FANTASTIC DADDYO, is how much he loves the horses. He completely understands my obsession and supports me in it. OUR horses LOVE him and can feel his patience (as they know I don’t have a lot) and calmness (another thing I lack-LOL).

I found this picture/saying and thought, “THAT IS EXACTLY HOW MY HUBS IS!” I might even take a pic like this (if I can coax HUBS into it AND it stops snowing in the near future!).

He does whatever he has to do to help and take care of the horses. He gets worried when a foal is about to be born and taking too long like me or when one seems to have a belly ache, etc and just has a genuine interest in them partly because I do…I am one lucky Wild Woman of the West!

And the cowgirl rides again…

My little lady is my horse girl! She would rather ride her quarter/pony Sage them to play with her dolls. Any opportunity to ride she is there!

Earlier this week she had an opportunity to ride. Some other little girls were at our house while their dads were riding. I was just going to take turns leading the girlies on Sage.

The two older little ladies (mine and another one) wanted to ride by themselves. They both know how so I let those two ride by themselves. In between their rides I would lead the smaller little lady around the arena. After about an hour and a half my little lady rode for the last time-she rode to the other side of the arena.

She was having a blast I turn around the corner on my eye I see the 19-year-old pony/quarter horse bucking…with my little lady on her. I was running toward them yelling: oh sh*t, oh sh*t…

(Side note here her horse riding teacher trains her to ride two-handed on the rains and not use the horn so she didn’t grab the horn).

SO A RECAP: One buck, two buck, three buck THEN my little lady is on the ground. That pony bucked 3 times and my little lady stayed on without holding the horn. WHAT!

My little lady landed on her belly-dirt all over her body! She was fine; just a little rattled. As she was crying and I was hugging her very tight! I told her she had to get back on—-

There were other people in the arena that helped me coax her back on.

After a prayer that she wouldn’t be fearful she got back on—then I RAN inside with her—and gave her a warm bath!!

The part that is so amazing is she didn’t have fear—-she wanted to get back on HER horse! And she didn’t want her trainer to be mad at her horse…

Another proud mama moment!

As she lay next to me about that night–I couldn’t let her sleep in her own bed after the bucking incident–she said, “Mommy are you disappointed in me?” I asked her why she thought that??? I was amazed that she was thinking that!

My little lady thought that since she didn’t stay on, I would be disappointed. How does a four-year-old grasp that concept?

I explained her over and over again that night that I was so proud of her that she was such a big girl!

And I also told her the next time if it ever happens that she needs to grab the saddle horn!

A couple days later when it was time for her training lesson I was even more proud that she got back up on that horse and had no problems the entire lesson.

When she was done with her lesson I had a toy zebra waiting for her she fell asleep with her arm around that hard zebra last night.

Ever since then the zebra now goes everywhere with her—Walmart, the barn, kitchen table, bathroom…

What a GREAT little lady I have. She amazes me daily!

Thanks for reading!

Alisha (AKA Wild Woman of the West)

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We take off at a dead run…headed for the left WHITE barrel…almost there…THEN MY MARE ZOEY JUMPS 6 FT (felt like more) TO THE RIGHT. Yes she was SCARED of the freaking white barrel. I AM A MAJOR BARREL RACING AMATEUR! Haven’t gone to many barrel races, but do different exercises in the barn that I learned from barrel clinics. We have only ever been somewhere – barn included – where the barrels were dark blue or black.

This particular incident happened at a barrel race-thankfully in exhibition (yes I went home after the exhibition). However, I am happy to report that I stayed on her as she jumped sideways and I made her go around the barrel-IN FRONT OF EVERYONE. Barrel one was TERRIBLE, barrel two was SLIGHTLY better and she actually went around barrel three with a little PRIDE.

I thought to myself, “It was ALMOST PERFECT in my arena”, so when I saw this post on facebook I knew this is exactly what happened to me.

Why? I know what you are all thinking-because I am WAY more relaxed IN MY OWN ARENA! I was as high strung as a rider could get that day. I hadn’t run barrels in front of anyone for a LONG time so I was super nervous!

After getting over the embarrassment and wanting to crawl UNDER my horse to hide, I did see some humor in it. My horse friends and I have laughed about it this week-and I have promised them that I will try again. So everyone will keep me to this-I will go to more than one barrel race a year.

My little lady thought I did GREAT-which made me proud of her. I would have told her the same thing if it would have happened to her-and I presume someday something like this will…

Until next time…

Alisha (aka Wild Woman of the West)

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