Well hey there nobody, welcome to my life! I figured I would take a stab at this blogging thing considering I have endless amounts of bullshit that I can spin.
About five years ago, my dad was transferred from beautiful upstate New York to Saint Louis, Missouri where I was forced into the worst high school I could have imagined. Not only was I a senior, starting over in a new school, but there were about 600 other kids in my class, all driving fucking mercedes. Seriously?! So here comes Jackie (circa 2007) driving up in her 1996 toyota. Yep, that seems accurate.
Before New York I was in Virginia, and before that, Illinois. Needless to say, I travel a lot. I love new places and experiences and I plan on constantly moving if I can (hence wayward...).
Now for the equestrian part. I've been riding since I was five. I ADORE jumping, but I've done a little of everything..
When I was little, I started riding western on some adorable Fjord horses until finally I told my parents I wanted to jump stuff. My mom was freaking out, didn't want me to do it so my dad went ahead and signed me up for lessons. My first instructor was without a doubt, the best imaginable. She was uptight, tense and crazy. I loved her. I don't have any pictures, since they are all hard copy- family is always moving, somehow we lose shit.
I showed a beautiful gray stallion for most of my New York career- he was fabulous. We used to show in high jumpers (4'3-4'6) and we killed it. Unfortunately, since I'm poor, I rode in mostly unrecognized shows, but we were unstoppable. I rode in New York until I was 17. (I also worked at the racetrack, warming up and breezing the racehorses).
When I moved to Missouri, I rode at two different barns in Saint Louis. The first barn I rode at, I hated it. I rode all their green babies and didn't get to jump anything large. So I left.
Yep, green babies.
The next barn, SUPER FUCKING EXPENSIVE, and seriously not that great. I rode a few green babies there too, yay! Let's not let Jackie advance, let's make her help us advance!
HOLY FUCK. I wanna be thin again, look at me! TINYYYYYYYYY- kill me now.
Finally, come to Columbia MO. I found a shitty ass tiny barn, and I found a beautiful huge mare. She was dangerous, they hated her, and I wanted her so much. I work with her for about two years. During this time, I did saddleseat too, just for fun. But, I got to learn a lot from Fassa, and what I learned mostly was that I don't like her.
FASSA!And then theres the other randoms I rode there too:
What it comes down to is that, I have never had my own horse now, but I've ridden about 150 different horses, shown about 50 and even catch rode at horse shows countless times. I have always wanted my own horse. ALWAYS.
I wished for a horse that could jump the moon, do cross country and even dabble in dressage if I wanted to. Insert Yankee here.
Heaven answered, actually, Monica did- checkmark115 (tbeventer.blogspot).
Now, I lease her fabulous horse Yankee and the two of them are all I could ask for. Monica is not only the greatest friend but Yankee and me clicked.
Over fences that is, we didn't click with dressage. Now, me and him are badass. Monica will put up jumps, and ask me if it's okay, then she will quickly realize that she didn't need to ask me, I was already heading towards that ridiculous whatever she set up.
So now, here I am. In Columbia, riding Yankee, procrastinating, killing time, baking cupcakes and bar tending.
This is a blog about my adventures, my ridiculous life, my boyfriend, my friends but mostly, it's my horse adventures. Right now, Yankee is the star of my show, so get ready to listen to me... Anyone?