Fall Fun

My fall is getting more and more packed. I think this may end up being one of the busiest falls I’ve ever had. But, that’s totally fine, it finally feels like I’m a full blown adult, planning out my life months in advance. Who knew that eventually that would happen?!

So, here are some awesome highlights I’m really looking forward to – 

Visit Raleigh

I’m aware it’s not fall yet, but today, the date of this post, I’m currently in Raleigh, NC. I was supposed to go to Miami, but it got switched, and I was sad. But whatever, I mean, Raleigh doesn’t have any beaches, water, palm trees, or exotic mansions to explore, but it’s totally cool, I don’t mind one bit. NOT ONE BIT.

This means I probably won’t have anything to share about this trip… I have no idea what’s in Raleigh. Or maybe I’ll realize there is something super cool, and I will share. 

Tips and Travel

Next up, I’m going to Key West! I’m so excited about this trip, and I will definitely have things to share about this! I’m still planning out exactly what we will be doing, and it’s a bit tricky because Dave had surgery on his arm recently, and I’m not sure what he’s allowed to do yet. Originally we were thinking jet skiing, but that might hurt his arm…so we will see. But I’m planning to bring my snorkeling gear, even if it means I’m snorkeling alone. At least I’ll have a designated picture taker, am I right?!

My dear friend’s little baby is turning one this fall, and I’m going to take his baby pictures. I’m so flattered that she would allow me to photograph such an important time in their lives, and I’m so greatful for the opportunity. It’s not something I have experience doing, so we’ll be doing a practice shoot, and then on to the real thing! Fingers crossed it turns out well! (Which seems likely, he’s a pretty cute little guy, it’d be almost impossible to mess it up. The pressure is on!)

Around Germany

Next up in travel, I’m going to Germany in November!! I have D’Arcy to thank for this entirely… Thank you D’Arcy, you are so wonderful and gracious and amazing! We’re going to have a truly amazing time and I’m so excited! She’s also kindly agreed to see an absurd amount of castles with me. I like castles, what can I say. You’d better believe that there will be an explosion of media from this trip, and I’m looking forward to sharing photos and videos! 

Finally, bringing the babies home! Stu and Olivet will be coming home in December. We’ll be prepping all fall to have everything ready for them to settle in with ease!

Scattered throughout all this with no set date is…

  • Opportunities at work –  I’ve worked in government contracting my entire professional life, so switching to a non-profit this last year was a huge change for me. But, I was still amazed at how much opportunity there is to move outside my comfort zone to step up and fill roles. I’m really excited to continue expanding my role, and developing my career. 
  • Starting up lessons once I get a trailer. When will this happen? Who knows. But eventually this will happen! My Dave is very supportive and has declared I will have a new one before October! Thanks for making my goals your goals, my love! 
  • Picture opportunities. I got a new camera a few weeks ago, and I’ve been slavishly devoted to finding new picture opportunities. Hopefully this will manifest itself soon on the blog!

That’s a pretty rough idea of what I have going on this fall. I’m already looking towards winter/spring too, but nothing finalized there! 

What are you looking forward to the most this fall? 

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The Long Term

I took a talent assessment test a few months ago through my work. It was to identify my skills so I could best leverage them at work. My strongest skill was “Futuristic.” I’m a planner. I think ahead. I can’t just think of what the next step is, I need to think of what the next 5 steps are. 

It translates into my non-work life. Most recently, it was expressed through the purchase of Stu. I’m sure I confused many people as to why I wanted yet another horse as I’ve got a few already. But I’m not thinking of the now. I’m thinking that in 10 years, I want an ultra competitive horse to take to big shows up and down the east coast. Will that happen? I’m not quite sure, but I know I can stack the odds in my favor.

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Future champion hunter? Or future broken limb causer? Only time will tell.

I didn’t end at just buying the horse. For starters, I started looking for a new trainer. I did a test lesson. Although that one did not work out for reasons I’ll put in another post, I’ve talked to multiple trainers in this area, getting a feel for their training programs. I talked to big name trainers who show all over the country, and I talked to “boutique” trainers, up and comers who only take very select people into their programs. After my trailer broke down I slowed down my looking (and had to cancel several test lessons), but soon I’ll have my new trailer and I’ll be back in full swing. 

I’m upgrading the property. In addition to all the clearing we have been doing, we’ll be extending the barn soon, making for a much more efficient riding experience. Right now, it’s demotivating to ride at my property because it’s hard to tack up, there’s no real protection for tack I leave at the barn, and I have to navigate a pony every time I exit the barn with a horse. It’s inefficient and frustrating, but I’m going to change it. 

Doesn’t look like this now. Looks like a big muddy mess.

I’m extending my arena. The arena has ended up being The Project That Will Never End and I have to force myself out there. But I need it to be wider to fit more jumps, and different jump set ups. If I can’t practice efficiently, I’m not going to progress. 

I neither enjoy nor hate doing these things, but they are just things that need to happen for me to reach the end goal. I know that an end goal of 10 years feels extremely far, but I’m being realistic. It’s going to take lots of lessons and practice to get that good, and doing the set-up is just step 1. Maybe it will take less than 10 years, I really don’t know. I’m basically throwing out an arbitrary number, accounting for the fact that I also have a job, and I have other goals life I need to fulfill. 

It is the base goal, but there are supporting pillars to this goal. If it was really just about big shows, I could board out at a barn, get several lessons a week, buy an expensive horse. But my other life goals shape and share this. I wanted to live on a farm and gave up the thought of boarding with that mortgage check. I have to have money, therefore, a job. I need to do well at my job, I need to advance in my career to make my life as pleasant and easy as possible. I dream of having a complete teleworking job, and staying at home, maybe sitting on my deck, looking out over my pasture with my laptop on my knees, spending every evening riding. 

I have a husband, I want a family. Maybe one day I’ll be driving Pony to a club rally, a little girl sitting in the backseat of the truck. It takes time out of riding to raise a child, but I’m accounting for missed riding time and to still come back and be able to compete.

And I have myself to take care of – I need to be healthy so I can do all of this. I won’t be able to support myself and reach my own goals if I can’t function. To me, that means putting a focus on eating well, and working out. I’ve been getting more and more into this, and I truly have never felt better. 

I have other goals too, ones that have nothing to do with horses. I want to travel. I want to renovate my house. I want to have a picture perfect house to live in. These things all take time, too. I’m accounting for this in my estimate. 

So yes, I am thinking of the very long term. But time goes by quicker every single year, and I want to be prepared. I’m plugging away at it, content in the knowledge that in 10 years from now, when I’m entering a international hunter derby ring on Stu, my life will be set up the way I want it to be. Not perfect, perhaps a bit messy, but the major building blocks will be in place. 

How far out do you plan the future? How do you envision your life in 10 years? Share below, or if you have a lot to say, make a post, and link it! Let’s make it a blog hop!

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Orange is the New Blonde

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I rarely get my hair done because I don’t like sitting in a chair for many hours upon hours, and also having to pay at the end. My hair gets pretty long between appointments (usually hiding split ends fairly well).

My approaching travel triggered an urge to get it done. I work in a fairly casual environment, and was actually getting pretty excited about what I could possibly do to my hair. I could go really trendy and get the new rose gold look. Or, the frosty platinum gray. I decided to go slightly less bold and asked for balayage, which is basically highlights painted on. I found a bunch of photos I liked, and took it to the salon. 

This looks right for me!

It didn’t seem hard, I used to get highlighted all the time, and my base color is exactly the same as the woman in the above photo. After sitting in the chair for those hours, I end up like this:

This is orange! Not blonde!

I don’t know if the picture fully shows the brassiness of it. I paid money for this brassiness. No one should ever leave a salon with brassy hair. 

In addition to the brassiness, there’s zero dimension. It’s flat light orange hair. I paid a lot of money for a fancy balayage, and ended up with a solid block of orange. 

As soon as my hair was revealed, I brought it up. The stylish demurred – “It’ll lighten up the next time.”

I have never had to have multiple appointments to get blonde hair. My hair lightens with ease. This color makes it look like I did it myself. 

I thought about it for a few days before I decided to call the salon and ask them to help. Luckily they were very nice about it, and offered to bring me back to fix it. Sadly, not until the end of August, so I’ll be going around with this for the next few weeks. 

Now, I would have just lived my life and continued on, but this does reference back to horses. When I was a kid, my mom always said my hair matched my horse. I showed a chestnut for a while, and my hair was dyed red. With Vintage, I had splochy multi-shaded brown hair. I did skip a few horses, but seems that now that I have Stu, the universe perked up a ear, and thought, “time to give her orange hair to match!”

So, once again, my hair matches my horse. For now

“But I’m all natural!”

Has your appearance ever changed to reflect your horse? Maybe black hair to match your new bay?

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Yucky Weekend

Yucky is a bit of an understatement. There’s no way to polish this up, so I’ll be blunt. The foal I wanted, the one that was just born this week, has died. My second choice foal was still born. Such is life I suppose. Nothing is ever a guarantee. 

Completely overshadowing this though, and putting things in perspective, I spent the weekend at the hospital with a loved one. It was devastating, traumatic, and horrible, and I’m not sure if I’ll bring it up again, or just leave it to this one reference. Part of me wants to talk about it, and part of me wants to never talk about it again. 

Life goes on… and while we can’t control the past, we can control the future. We will see what the future brings.

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My Non-existant Life Balance

Above is the closest I’ve been to riding a horse recently. And that’s not even me playing it! That’s Dave playing an online horse jumping game. He would miss the jumps, but magically, the jumps would become transparent for him to just canter through. This was only a safeguard to avoid injury though, the rider was still very disappointed in Dave’s performance.

"You need to work on your spacebar skills!"
“You need to work on your spacebar skills!”

I wish I could work on my real life spacebar skills. I haven’t ridden since my guest lesson, and I am feeling an itch that a powder won’t fix. It’s been unseasonably warm, but it’s been very wet. So wet, I would not be able to get my tractor to my arena to drag it. I can’t even remember the last time it was dragged.

Now, keep in mind I can still only do this on the weekends. Most of my week looks like this:

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Don’t worry, traffic was at a standstill, therefore allowing the picture to be taken safely.

My opportunities for riding during the week are slim to none. Occasionally, we have a holiday. But then it’s cold and it rains, or snows. It’s been a mostly mild January, but usually it’s mild during the week – those times when I need to be at work. I like my job and my company, so I’m not complaining about that aspect. I just need some telework, or it needs to get sunny again, and stay sunny until like 7pm.

Recently, we had a company event, and due to the hours, I decided to stay in the city. I stayed with my friend and got a reminder of apartment living. I can see why people would live in a stacked column of housing, especially when work is mere minutes away, as well as an entire mall an elevator ride away. Although we are a bit older than the last time I was living in an apartment, so we weren’t exactly snacking on ramen.

Salmon!? I distinctly asked for lobster frittala!
A free salmon dinner?! Ugh! I distinctly asked for lobster!

I also did some fine arts and crafts. Who knew I was so talented at the pipe cleaners?

Only $1600 on my etsy store!
Only $160 on my etsy store! Act now, and I’ll throw in used play doh I’ve collected in my travels. 

I’m basically waiting for to get more free time. Eventually, I’ll be able to ride during the week again… I’ll start taking a lesson every week again… and keep advancing. It’s just another period of life where I have to accept that not riding now will benefit me in the future, career-wise. The waiting isn’t so fun though.

I’m brainstorming some ideas to get Berry working again while I’m at work, none of which sound appealing, financially. But, it could end up extremely beneficial to send Berry to a trainer for a few months until I get more time.

Or I could install some arena lights. I kind of like that idea. What I don’t like is the thought of doing anything on my mud slick of a pasture.

On the positive side, since I’ve been stuck inside on the weekends, I decided to seriously tackle redecorating my house. Before and after pictures to come!

Good job to all of you that make the riding/work/life balance work. One day, I will be among you.

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Cruising Part 3: More Island Photos

Because it’s hard to get people to come over and look at my scrapbooks, here it is in digital form to be forced upon you.

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The Harbor at St. Thomas

This picks up from my earlier complaints about my cruise, and then my post on how amazing flamingos at the zoo are.

St. Thomas

The next cruising stop was St. Thomas, in the American Virgin Islands.

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Lots of wild iguanas all around the port. My farrier says they taste like chicken.

Because I’m collecting National Park passport stamps, I had booked us an excursion to go to St. Johns, where the national park is.

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The holy grail of National Park passport stamps.

We disembarked the cruise ship, and immediately got on the ferry for a 40 minute boat ride over. Unfortunately, we picked the wrong side of the boat to sit on, so while the guide told us about different areas of the coast as we passed, we saw this:

We passed the time by inventing names for the random islands we could barely see.
We passed the time by inventing names for the random islands we could barely see, like “No one wants to live there Island”, and “Do you think there’s a freshwater spring on that island Island?” We can not be trusted to come up with decent names for islands.

We passed over the exact spot where the Carribean Ocean becomes the Atlantic Ocean. The water became shallow and clear enough to see to the bottom. It was actually a very neat spot. Unfortunately, my pictures did not capture the brilliance of the spot, and they look exactly like every other ocean photo in existence, so they will not be included.

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The harbor at St. Johns

The guide described St. Johns as the Beverly Hills of the AVI. The average price of a home is $1.4m. This crushed our fleeting dream of just staying on the island and never returning home.

Once we were docked, we unloaded for the next part of our tour – a guided bus tour of the island. This tour was a reinforcement of not having enough time in any of these places. It was just a tiny nibble of an island that contains so much more. I would have liked to have gone on the beach, hiked in the National Park, and explored the ruins, but nooooo, I have to be back on my boat.

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The beach that I can look at, but have no time to enjoy. What a tease. (also, not a bruise on my arm, there was paint or grease on the bus that rubbed off on me)
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A mere glimpse of the ruins of the plantation.

We passed by the beaches, the vacation rentals, and a resort, and they all look exactly as beautiful, rustic and perfect as you’d expect an island that 80% national park to be. We were told there were wild donkeys, but I did not see any in person. Later on the ferry ride back to the dock, I befriended a woman from another cruise ship, and she showed me the pictures she took with a wild donkey. It looked highly annoyed by her presence, with a nasty, pinned eared expression, so maybe they aren’t too friendly. I did see free roaming cattle on the side of the road, though. Everything I saw of the island was tropical forest with no open land, so I guess their pasture is the shoulder of the roads.

Our tour ended, and we had a little bit of time to explore the harbor town. Naturally, I flocked towards the stray chickens that wander the streets.

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I dream of a world where chickens can cross the road without their motives being questioned.

As the chickens got sick of me following them, we moved on to one of the best parts of visiting a tropical island – sampling the local alcohol. First, we all got frozen drinks. The vendor was a tiny shop right on the street with a huge selection of flavors. She had a full menu of her creative offerings, but there was also the option to create your own. I could have been adventurous, but I know what I like – Miami Vice, which is pina colada mixed with strawberry daqurri. But, I did have her throw in pineapple, and that was a risk that paid off deliciously.

After finishing those, we decided to be adventurous and headed to a bar down the road. The sign was offering 16 oz drinks, and we thought that sounded like a good value. Unfortunately, that was a risk that did not pay off, as my brother-in-law and myself both ended up with horrible stomach pains from too much alchohol or sugar or both. Dave was oddly completely fine.

Luckily we managed to schedule our sickness far enough in advance of the ferry leaving that we were both fine moments before we left the dock. That would have been a horrible trip back otherwise.

Feeling fine on the ride back!
Feeling fine on the ride back!

We picked a way better spot on the return trip and were able to appreciate the tour. The guide, a California boy who wore no shoes, entertained us the entire ride. My favorite story was about when he had first moved here. He had been excited to learn that you can actually drink and drive at the same time. One day, he decided to drive down to the beach, so he ripped off his shirt, hopped in his car, popped open a beer and started driving. Not long after he started driving, a cop pulled him over. He protested when the officer walked up, saying it was legal to drink and drive. But, it turned out the officer had actually pulled him over because he wasn’t wearing a shirt. That was the illegal part. The cop held his beer while he signed the ticket, and then he held the cop’s beer while the cop signed it.

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A fort at the entrance to a harbor. There was a chain connected from this fort to one on the other side of the entrance. If someone they don’t like tries to come into the harbor, they raise up the chain! Now, this fort collects water that the wild donkeys drink, and can be accessed by a hiking trail.

St. Maartins

The very next day, we went on our last excursion – “Kayak and Snorkeling Adventure”. I’ve been snorkeling (I’m actually a certified scuba diver), but I’ve never been kayaking before. It was described as being “strenuous”, and that sounded perfect. I was craving a lot of activity!

I did not bring my camera on this trip because I assumed it would get either wet or sandy. Based on how I looked afterward, I would say that was a good decision to make. But, luckily my sister in law brought her underwater camera! An underwater camera is now a must have for all future water excursions. (Side note: I already have one… I just didn’t bring it on this trip. Foolish decision!)

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Setting out on our kayak adventure!

We now know that it is super hard to steer a two man kayak. I thought it would be like paddling in a canoe. This is not the case (then I guess we’d just be canoeing, and not kayaking!).  We smashed into lots of other kayaks as we tried to figure out this kayaking situation.

The sad part about this excursion turned out to be that we were literally only kayaking to the next beach over. It was a disappointedly short kayak adventure.

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But, we did make it, so success! 

We landed our boats and secured them, and then it was time to snorkel. Even though I love the water, I’m a huge baby about actually getting in the water, so I had a brief mental struggle before I finally went in. The sight of everyone else leaving the beach, swimming away and abandoning me, was great encouragement in getting moving. I waded in, cringing at the freezing water, but turned out I got used to it quickly, and it was very pleasant.

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Ahhh, cool pleasant water!

We were all given life preservers to hang on to. Being in the water is second nature to me (thanks, years of forced swim team!), so at first I thought they were treating us like a bunch of babies. I wanted to be offended, but having been around lots of people who claim they are expert riders after a single tourist trail ride, I see where they are coming from. But, the life preservers had a second reason: Lots of boats go by, and it helps us be seen by the boats, and therefore not be run over and mauled with propeller blades. I do enjoy living to see another day.

I was having sooooooo much fun. I can’t believe I have gone so long without going snorkeling. Our little group ended up being the last group still out in the reef, and that had it’s benefit. The guide who was snorkeling with us found me a sea urchin to hold. He set it on my hand and I could feel its little tentacle shifting around. After a minute or so, he told me to tip it off my hand back in the water. I tipped my hand over, and the sea urchin was stuck to my hand. It had suctioned on to me. We all had a laugh, and then the guide graciously peeled the little guy off me. I was afraid of damaging him.

The guide told us the light colored sea urchins are harmless, but the black ones had spines on them. Don’t touch them.

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The sea urchin and me. Also, our snorkeling guide (he’s shy). 

We headed back to the beach, and kayaked back. This time, Dave and I got the hang of it, and we shot through the water. If it was a race, we would have won. We were right behind the guide in getting back to our beach. We have decided that we both really like kayaking, and we’re going to find a way to keep doing it back in Virginia.

The excursion ended with a run drink. As all excursions in the Caribbean should! Then, it was back to being imprisoned on the boat for two whole days for the journey back to Ft. Lauderdale. It cemented in my mind that I really just want to spend time on the islands. Next time, I’m flying here straight here, and skipping the middle man. Instead of being stuck on the boat, I’m going to use all that time for hiking, kayaking, and snorkeling. And drinking rum. Obviously.

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Happy New Year!

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Yay! A new year is upon on! It’s time to make plans, and set some goals!

I didn’t do great with my riding goals this year, which I’m directly blaming on working different hours. Also, the changing of the amount of light in the days…you know that thing that the earth does when it changes its position, and then the time of sunlight becomes less. That thing the earth does every year when it decides to ruin my life. But I will also quietly admitt I have a lack of motivation, and that’s really why I haven’t ridden a lot.

I haven’t been reaching my blogging goals. Since I haven’t been riding, I haven’t had much to talk about. I could make posts every day about how my horses are standing in the pasture, but how many times would it take me of making identical posts until people stopped tuning in?

So, with the new year, comes new goals. And since I don’t have new horse pictures, here’s a bunch of pictures from New Year’s Eve, which I would have posted anyway, but including my goals makes it horse related, even if it’s not. Now it’s like two posts mushed together, like a platter of beans with a platter of rice, making it the perfect protein, or post. Something like that.

Standing in front of a tree with my* woman. *Totally independent and self sufficient modern woman.
Standing in front of a tree with my* woman. We have matching leg slits. 
*Totally independent and self-sufficient modern woman. But also my second date (first being the man I am married to.)

I want to fix up my property. I’ve never posted a tour of my property because there isn’t really anything to it. It’s way more fun to have the mystery of what it could be, as opposed to what it actually is. It’s a field, cut in half, and a tiny 2/3 stall barn. I leveled out an area for an arena. That’s it. I’ve been wanting to expand it for the years I’ve lived here. I want to clear out my woods for more pasture, I want my barn to have an actual grooming/wash stall, also, another actual stall. Pony lives in a converted aisle. As in, it’s actually the aisle to the two stalls, but Pony lives there.

I can't believe we all fit in this selfie! Also that Dave took a selfie!
I can’t believe we all fit in this selfie! Also that Dave took a selfie!

I need lights. Not only to be able to ride after I get home from work, but also because it’s dark and I’m afraid one day I’ll run into a bear. There are bears around here, one time I saw one on the road. Fun fact, there’s bears in something like 99% of Virginia. Even if you don’t see them, they are there, ready to investigate your trash and rummage through your personal belongings, judging what they find.

Ideally, with my set up, I’d have the lights for the arena, and then a second set of not so bright lights mounted on the same posts, because that’s the path I take down to the barn.

Pack mule or all our belongings, or as he preferred to call it, a "pack-ass".
Pack mule of all our belongings, or as he preferred to call it, a “pack-ass”. But he is wearing a beautiful tiara. Another man even commented on how much he liked Dave’s tiara. 

Inside my house, I’d like to firstly finish the bathroom renovation I started two years ago. A very kind friend ripped down our old gross bathroom to the studs, and then I installed new flooring, new sinks, painted the walls…and that’s it. It can be used as an unfinished powder room. The shower need tiling, the new mirrors and lights need to be hung, and I already don’t like the color I painted the walls, so I need to redo that.  I think it’s about time I finally finished that bathroom. This time my parents seem like they’d be willing to guide me, so I won’t be doing it blindly. Thank goodness, it’s hard to renovate when I don’t know what to do!

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I don’t remember what was going on here, but it’s probably because she has beautiful hair.

I’d really like to renovate my kitchen, but I feel like that’s getting pricey. All these things are sounding pricey, actually. Why is everything so expensive!?

On a note of more pricy things, I want to take more vacations. I love traveling, but I’ve been afraid of planning out trips. I am a cowardly traveler. My farrier, who is super awesome in so many ways, tells me about his non-cowardly trips every time he comes. He just got back from Belize. He’s planning to go climb Mt. Washington in January. Yes, he’s going to ice climb a deadly mountain in the winter. Last winter, he almost froze to death. Even though he completed the trail/path/challenge (apparently this is a rock climbing “thing”), almost freezing to death is too close to failure in his mind, so he has to do it again, this time not almost freezing to death. He’s a thrill seeker.

He regularly goes to Iceland, he’s been to Mongolia (we discussed this one in length after my post about it), and he got beat up in Russia. He’s run with the bulls in Spain multiple times. He’s my traveling hero (although I’m not a danger seeker). I’m going to do an interview with him and post it some time because he is fascinating.

I want to go see the world! It’s going to happen. This is a high priority item, and I will wait no longer. It will only happen if I make it happen, so time to make some happening, happen.

A minute until the ball drop!
A minute until the ball drop!

There’s a reason I left my riding goals to the end. I love my horses, and I love riding, but I need to accomplish some non-riding items. Horses will always be in my life, but I want fulfillment in many aspects, which means my competitive goals are going to take a backseat. Competing is fun and challenging, but I just love riding. I don’t want to be spending money at shows when it feels like there are a million other things I want to spend money on. Horses will always be there, and horse shows will always be there. I would like to compete at one show this year, but I don’t mind at all if I don’t even do that. My focus would more be getting my horses out and exposing them to situations as an aid in making them trustworthy and broke, but I can take them to trails, or other social events for that.

But, I do want to ride and take more lessons. I want to be taking regular lessons, and improving. Even if I’m not competing, I want to be doing 2’9″ courses with Berry at the end of the year. I want to have the skills to be able to ride an equitation style course with her. Even if I’m not competing, I am serious about improving. I had so much (painful) fun the other night, I want more!

About 4 minutes after the ball drop, this couple is still making out. My selfie game isn't that great, so it took mutiple tries to get this picture, and they were still there, making out. I'm not saying you shouldn't make out with your SO in a crowded ballroom for several minutes by the doorway as people try to leave, but I am saying that if you do, you might have people taking photos.
About 4 minutes after the ball drop, this couple is still making out. My selfie game isn’t that great, so it took multiple tries to get this picture, and they were still there, making out. I’m not saying you shouldn’t make out with your SO in a crowded ballroom for several minutes without coming up for air, but I am saying that if you do, people will probably notice, and they might take pictures. Maybe even just because they are amazed by the lack of needing air.

I also want to ride more cross country. I feel like I only got a taste earlier this year, and I need more. They were only tiny jumps, but it was so much fun, and it wasn’t as scary as I thought. (Much of what I’ve learned about riding this year amounts to: That wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be.)

Something that is as scary as it seems: Karaoke. First time I've done it, and probably the last. We did "Spice Up Your Life" by Spice Girls. Clearly the best possible choice. After the ball drop, everyone wanted to do karaoke, and this room was packed. My main take away is Journey and Backstreet Boys are the hits to get the room going.
Something that is as scary as it seems: Karaoke. This is from a video that will never see the light of day. First time I’ve done it, and probably the last. We did “Spice Up Your Life” by Spice Girls. Clearly the best possible choice. After the ball drop, everyone wanted to do karaoke, and this room was packed. My main take away is Journey and Backstreet Boys are the hits to get the room going.

It all works together though – The renovation of the barn and pastures will help me immensely with progressing my riding skills. If it is easier to take care of the horses, and easier to do things at night, that will equal more riding time in the long run. I just need to make the most of my time to package in all the things I want to do. Also, maybe win the lottery. But I’m not counting on that one.

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Cruising, Part 2: The Bahamas

This was our first stop. We only had from 7am to 1:30pm to explore. We had no excursions planned, we simply walked off, and starting looking around town. There are many shops right by the pier, from the straw market and tourist souvenirs to high-end luxury brands, screaming out their “Duty-free” status.

One of the main streets. They were setting up for the Junkanoo Carnival.
One of the main streets. They were setting up for the Junkanoo Carnival. 

There’s a public beach about a 10-minute walk from there, and as we weren’t sure where else to go, we headed there.

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The beach, featuring the type of boat I’d much rather sail around the Caribbean.

Junkanoo Beach is a small strip of beach with a few bars and vendors, and people willing to put out seats for us. We declined. It was early, and there was only another couple on the beach, setting up for their day of lounging. We weren’t looking to swim, and were not dressed for it, so we shortly moved on.

 

Exotic attractions, like stairs with no railings!
Exotic attractions by the beach, like stairs with string for a railing!

We really had no plan, so I decided we were going to to go the zoo. The men, having no better ideas, followed.

I felt like a very experienced traveler, as we walked down the street, frantically looking for a taxi. We all turned and stared at every car that drove by. Eventually, my step-brother-in-law managed to flag down a bus. As he was in a parking lot, and the bus was at least 30 yards away, driving down the street, it was impressive he managed to flag it. For $1.50 each, we took a ride over to Ardastra Zoo.

Since it was still early, we got there before the zoo opened. Luckily, they had a convient bench outside for us to wait on.

 

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This is the infamous bench. Sorry I’m blocking the view. 

Eventually, the zoo opened. Inside, we were greeted by lots of exotic birds on perches.

The evilest bird that kept trying to attack me when I was trying to get a picture.
The evilest bird that kept trying to attack me when I was trying to get a picture. He’s not a fan of tourists.

With the exception of evil parrot, the animals here pose for photos. Every cage we went up to, the animals came over to strike up some poses for us. Are they somehow trained to do this? Why else would they all want their photos taken?

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It looks just like my dog!
The most beautiful and noble bird.
The most beautiful and noble bird. 

We made our way around the zoo, but once we saw the food vendor, we had to stop. They had the most delicious homemade popsicles. They had bits of fruit on them, and they were amazing. A bit pricey at $4.50 each, but I would buy one again. As we were standing there, a white peacock came strolling by, out for its morning walk.

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“Top of the morning to you!”

Despite the loose parrots, this was when we actually realized that there are loose animals at this zoo. There were two other green peacocks, and a big flock of flamingos just casually hanging out.

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We mingled with all the birds, and ooohed and ahhed over the other animals.

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This is a Capybara, the world’s largest rodent. I don’t think the picture can show the full scale of the size of this thing. It was huge! 

After viewing all the animals, we decided to head back to town to get some conch. But first, we stopped back at the vendor and bought rum punch, because buying mixed drinks at the zoo is a thing in the Bahamas.

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Dramatic foliage filled walkway.

We had to walk from the zoo back to a main street because taxis do not come by the zoo regularly. We caught another bus, and although we discussed getting the van driver to give us a tour of the Bahamas, we decided against it. But know if you do go there, you don’t need to book the tour excursion from the ship, all taxi drivers are required to go through some kind of tourism class to learn enough about the island to give tours.

Back in town, we decided to seek out the Bahamian special, Conch. This is basically the animal that lives in those big conch shells. There are many resturants that offer it, we decided to go with The Bearded Clam, because I was with 3 males, and it made them giggle.

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Fried conch

They ordered both fried conch, and conch balls (cue more giggles). Everyone was very happy with the conch, and they were having 2 for 1 Bahama Mamas, so we were doubly happy.

We made our way back to the ship slowly, stopping at other bars who were also doing 2 for 1 Bahama Mamas. We finally stopped when our stomachs were hurting from the excessive sugar. Ah well, we don’t get very long in the Bahamas anyway…

I was going to make this one post, but it got too long, as I had too many pictures I wanted to share. Next up, more beautiful paradise islands!

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Cruising, Part 1

Despite my earlier stance that cruises are terrible and I’ll never go on another one, I ended up on another cruise. Except I justify this by saying that it was (mostly) paid for, and Dave’s entire family was going on it. It was a family reunion of sorts.

We were booked on the largest cruise ship in the world, the Titanic. Just kidding, it was Harmony of the Seas. But we were told so much that it was the largest cruise ship in the world, I felt like we were going to be hitting an iceberg, or small island. Good thing the water is warm, so instead of freezing to death, we’ll just all be eaten by sharks.

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Docked in St. Thomas, in the American Virgin Islands.
Lined up with other cruise ships. It's the big one, on the left.
Lined up with other cruise ships. It’s the big one, on the left.

The islands were fun, but being on this ship has not changed my opinion that being on a cruise ship is like being locked in a hotel. This time, it was like a hotel/mall, but pretty much the same. If you like being locked in hotels and malls, cruise ships are the perfect vacation. If not, well, probably should pick another place to vacation.

My favorite part of cruising is definitely eating in the fancy dining room. We ate there almost every night, and I like that it’s like eating at a fancy restaurant, except I don’t have to pay anymore than I already paid to be on this ship. I ordered delicious tender beef in various forms every single night, and I tried escargot, except I’m not classy, so I just call it snail. It was weird and chewy, but I’m still alive so I rate it a 3/5, so-so, would eat again if I was starving at a fancy French restaurant. I also like dressing up, so formal nights are fun for me.

Formal night 1. Obviously spent with Puss in Boots.
Formal night 1. Obviously spent with Puss in Boots.
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Formal night 2, because I’ll be damned if I’m paying $20 for an official photo.

We signed up to go to every show. Some of them were a bit mind boggling.

Columbus! The Musical, included sharks and dancing cheeseburgers.
Columbus, The Musical! included sharks and dancing cheeseburgers.

It was amusing and featured lots of modern, popular songs. The plot went all over the place.

Life raft of backup singers.
Life raft of backup singers.

There was an ice skating rink on board, and they also had a show put to popular songs. It was like watching a music video on ice.

"Hit me with your best shot", or something similar.
“Hit me with your best shot” included actual hitting.

There was a second ice show, 1887, but I had trouble following the plot. A woman somehow got trapped in some kind of time warp which took her into space and under the sea. That’s about as much as I could figure out.

Other than shows, they had some activities on ship to help you through the long stretches at sea.

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Mini golf occupied at least an hour.
That's about as high as I got.
That’s as high as I got.

Later, I shocked myself by going in the pool and going down a slide. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in a pool. The pool space was incredibly crowded, and I got bumped into the whole time. Other than that, it was fun.

The real fun was in visiting the islands. That’s coming up next.

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Day of the Dead Gala

Well, it’s about time I posted about this! It took place November 4th… that was quite a while ago. Almost feels like years ago at this point… But I am trying to play catch up here, so here we are.

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And here we are standing in front of a picture of a staircase.

This is the super amazing bloggers Shelby and D’Arcy, and additionally my lovely, wonderful friend who is not a blogger, but has been sneakily featured probably more times than she’d actually like… if she noticed… Not sure yet if she’s noticed.

We all went to the Day of the Dead Gala in D.C. at the Mexican Cultural Center (aka, Mexican Embassy space), where there was wine, Corona, and tequila. There was also food, but I forgot to eat, so I don’t know what there was. Which is a shame, because Mexican food is amazing, and was kind of one of the reasons I decided to go. I’m sure it was amazing though.

We had a great debate about if we should paint our faces. An attempt was made, with unsatisfactory results. I was too lazy to put the temporary day of the dead face tattoos (or really, I didn’t want to pay rush shipping on it, since I only found it days before), so we pretty much just went as ourselves. Except for that masked stranger we found. Who was that mysterious woman!?

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It was quite festive!

So, funny story with my dress. And by funny, I mean more like… slightly interesting to quite boring. I have a bit of a dress obsession, and an ever growing collection, but despite this, I didn’t like any of them for Day of the Dead. Instead, I found this lovely Halston Heritage dress, which qualified for Day of the Dead because it had stripes, so I felt it had a kind of “Tim Burton” quality to it.  Sidenote: Do not like Tim Burton movies. I find them weird, creepy, and not amusing. But I’m fairly sure someone wore stripes at some point, hence, kind of gothic, hence Day of the Dead. It totally makes sense.

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We both are wearing Halston Heritage dresses, and not even on purpose….except where we both purposely bought them. But we didn’t coordinate this effort.

Anyway, though, being the cheapest collector of unneeded evening gowns ever, I noticed that if I bought the dress in a size 12, it was $100 cheaper than the size I would have normally have worn. I decided to take that as a challenge. I bought the size 12 mere days from the event. Once it got here, I spent about an hour tailoring it. And, to be honest and not at all humble, I think I did a damn good job, especially as a complete novice to such things. I certainly could have made it look much more terrible.

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Masked woman is sassin’ us.

Hurrah for mediocre sewing skills! Still have to work on my hair curling skills, though. One of these days, everything will fall into place.

One of these days, I’ll have something horse-related to say. It’s cold now and I have to put a heater in my water trough, the horses need blankets. I don’t know what else to say, so I’ll just say it. Okie dokie, see you then!

Feel free to enter yourself in to win a year’s supply of onions. Apparently onions are in high demand.

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