Wednesday was my scheduled "cleaning" and "me" day, so I wouldn't have posted then anyways... but what happened to Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday?
Thursday
Worked myself to blissful exhaustion at the stable. Spent around 6 hours there. Rode without stirrups, goofed off with the horse I lease (Chloe aka Chlo-Bear/Pretty Girl/Silly Girl/Pretty Mare/Silly Mare/Mare), and helped with blankets and cleaning. Also Chloe stepped on my toesys as revenge for not hopping off when she gave the biggest hint a horse is capable of giving: circling the mounting block at least 20 times.
I basically crashed as soon as I got home and would have slept on the easy chair if not for DH putting his fireman training to good use and getting my fat butt into bed.
Friday
Spent the day at B's house, just chillin', organizing coupons and laughing at our husbands. Also went to the Commissary and BX on base (I love how close she lives!). Luckily we took her car because I forgot my I.D. at home. For those of you who don't know, that's a big no-no. Super big no-no. If we hadn't taken her car, we might have been turned away at the gate.
Also luckily for us, the sweet guy manning the self-checkout area at the commissary didn't care that it was B who showed her I.D. but that I was the one paying. The chick in the BX did, so while my total coupon savings were over $20 for the entire trip... I currently owe B $35.
So while the post I had planned for Thursday was pushed back to Saturday, it was productive. Got a lot of presents on my Christmas list crossed off!! <3
Saturday
Oh my. Saturday. I didn't believe DH when he first told me that Saturdays will inevitably be drama days, no matter what, I am slowly but surely becoming a believer.
B and her baby boy came over in the morning for homemade pancakes, cartoons, help bake cupcakes and help bake and deliver the butterball cookies everyone at the stable kept asking me about.
All-in-all, it was a perfect morning. DH and White Kitty (Puck) slept and stayed out of the way, Grey Kitty (Chess) entertained the baby (he even played "lifeguard" when the baby had an almost diaper blowout and needed a bath! it was seriously too cute) and aside from me reading two teaspoons of vanilla for the pancakes as two tablespoons, all of the baking/cooking came out perfectly.
At the stable, the cookies were a hit, and B and I got a much much much too adorable picture of the baby with Chloe! He was absolutely fearless, even though he had never been around horses before and she easily dwarfs a 6 ft tall man.
Seriously, the mare was a gem. With the lead rope draped on her back and both of my hands on the camera, she tolerated having her ears tugged and nose spastically patted. It was a huge accomplishment for her; she's been going through a high-strung brat phase lately.
It was after they left that the proverbial 5#!t hit the fan.
When we first got there I had assumed Chloe was limping because her leg wrap was too loose and had slipped under her hoof. Once I had her walking with it off though... I think I turned as white as a sheet. The owner of the stable's daughter, S, confirmed my fears after I had the mare trot for her. Chloe had injured her right foreleg. Thankfully we didn't feel any bumps or whatnot, so "structurally" she was OK. But the lower leg (cannon) and especially her ankle (pastern/heel) were swollen and warmer than the rest of her.
Once her owner, J, got there we put an ice wrap on, pampered her and let her roll in the extremely soft footing of the round pen. Because she didn't want to put weight on it, logic dictated the super cushiony sand would be appreciated - and logic was correct, the limp wasn't as noticeable. However she didn't roll on that side, so that was disheartening.
J, who had been planning to ride that day, soon left Chloe in my hands. Considering that she's the only person on this planet who loves that horse more than I do, I can't blame her. I myself had to leave the stable on an emergency run to Starbucks to compose myself.
By the time I left a couple hours later, she had been massaged and iced again and happily pulled me back to her stall to get to her just delivered dinner.
There was some other drama at the stable, but as this blog is about my experiences, and due to the nature of it, it would not be appropriate to share nor appreciated. Everything turned out alright about it though, so no worries.
Wrapped up the day with movies, dinner and the cupcakes at B's with DH. Because both of our husbands are switching to the night schedule, it was a long night, and by the time I went to bed I had been up for 24 hours straight.
Sunday
I learned from J that Chloe is more swollen than yesterday, slept and clipped coupons. That's all. Oh, and drafted this post.
And some others which are going to be posted (tonight? this morning?) as soon as I clean them up a bit and make another batch of pancakes. Ever since I made them Saturday both DH and I agreed it would be great to have a bunch "on hand" to nibble at all times. I need to get the white bread started as well.
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