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January 31, 2011

Eight Reasons You Shouldn't Hate Me

I am aware that Florida is one of the only places in the United States where it is not snowing right now. I’m getting plenty of “I’m Jealous” emails and phone calls (I got it guys, you can knock it off now). Sure, it’s 20* and foul where you are, but believe you me, life in the Sunny South isn’t all sunshine and… well, sunshine. So in my defense, here’s a few reasons you shouldn’t hate my guts.

1. Florida is sandy.

January 26, 2011

Spectating At The First CDI Of The Season

Last weekend was the first CDI of the Florida season, the Gold Coast Opener at the Jim Brandon Center. Everyone is gaga for the small tour championships, as this is a Pan American Games year. The PSG ran all day and featured some notables including several confirmed Grand Prix horses whose riders want to make a go at getting on a Team. And while the top horses in that class were fantastic—Heather Blitz’s Paragon is exactly as nice as everyone says he is, ohmygod—my focus was on the Grand Prix.

January 18, 2011

A Quick Trip North


Greetings from the inside of a Jet Blue airplane, where I am watching “NCIS,” being force-fed snack food (oh, twist my arm) and returning from a whirlwind 24-hour trip home to teach. It really was a great trip—temps rose from an average in the 20s to a balmy 40 degrees, my mom and I had her house to ourselves, and she made an AMAZING dinner. The place looked great; my girls are doing an amazing job of keeping the farm up and running.

And EVERY ONE of my students rode brilliantly!

January 11, 2011

Ella Rises To The Occasion

It's been a week since the horses arrived, and they're all JUST starting to return to normal. Tres has been a model citizen but has just been blah in his back. Today he felt almost like himself, and he made nice floaty trot and very nice passage. It's amazing how much the travel takes out of them.

Midge is still an unrideable nutcase, but I keep hoping that eventually he will remember that, five years ago, he was broke to ride. Or I'll get to the bottom of him. Eventually, right? Right?

January 10, 2011

The Creeping Crud

Life in Florida is lovely. The weather is temperate, and there are lots of people and horses to keep one busy. But it’s also a real pain in the butt. Land here is precious, so turnout is limited. The grass that grows is not well-liked by picky horses, and the soil is extremely sandy, so it’s hard to get grass to grow in the first place.

That same sandy soil is full of microbes too, and between the sensitive chestnut mare, the sensitive AND chromey chestnut gelding, and the prone-to-scratches brown horse, I’m in for a three-month Battle Against The Scruff.

January 7, 2011

(Un)Settling In

I know, I know. I'm in Florida. It's 80 degrees. It's sunny and beautiful. Palm trees, key limes, the works. And I know that horses always take a few days to get used to Florida life, to recover from the long trip, to remember that they are, indeed, broke to ride and not wild animals.

But seriously, guys? Seriously? Can't you leave my biceps alone and stop running away like lunatics ALL THE TIME?

January 3, 2011

The Red Hots Have Landed

My horses have arrived! And thank goodness—24 hours with not much to do and I was starting to twitch. They arrived at 8 this morning—an extremely civilized hour—and crashed immediately in their stalls; they’d been on the road all night.

So when I threw the Red Hots out this afternoon I figured they’d be a little dozy.

Oh, wait. They’re CHESTNUT. They’ve had almost a week off. And they’re naked for the first time in months.


January 2, 2011

The Sunny South

Greetings from sunny South Florida! Luna, my cat, and I had an uneventful trip down, which included listening to nearly all of The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo as an audiobook, staying in a seriously sketchball hotel in Darien, Ga., and getting asked at least once per truck stop what kind of horses I was hauling. (The answer: the green, stalky kind. I drove hay down; horses leave Virginia on Jan. 2.)

I hate to brag and all, but it is going to be in the 70s all week here, with no rain in sight, and I am writing this blog at 7 a.m., outside, in shorts. Oh. My. Lord.

December 31, 2010

The Last Hurrah

4:59 a.m. I'm up. This is actually exciting—were it not for the wonder that is Tylenol PM, I'd have been awake long before now.

I'm down to two to-do lists, which could easily be consolidated. Only little things left: a few last loads of laundry, a few odds and ends to pack.

5:57 a.m. This is entertaining. I was so successful at getting rid of all the food in my fridge before I left that I've run out of food. For breakfast this morning: Rice-A-Roni. Nothing like a little sodium to start your day.

December 26, 2010

Christmas Is Incomplete Without Chocolate Poop

Christmas at the Sprieser residence is a festive affair. We do it pretty much like everyone else, though our big dinner is Christmas Eve and not Christmas Day. We bring in family—in this case, family we've picked: two of our oldest friends, women who basically raised my brother and me—and exchange gifts. And we build a house out of gingerbread.

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