For Kyle Wade

This blog is reposted from myspace for the sole enjoyment of Kyle Wade, Kyle, I think you are awesome (most of the time):

P.S. I'm glad that you are now my friend :)


Three weeks ago my horse, Tucker, fell into a barrel cactus and then in recoil jumped into a prickly pear. By the time I got back to the barn he couldn't walk and had to have emergency surgery, which cost a lovely $334. I spent the better part of not just two hours, or two days, but two weeks trying to get all the cactus out of his leg. And there's still some in there :( Then, after he had been on stall rest for a week and a half of which I had to go out twice a day and give him medication and rewrap his leg, I put him in the pasture and not 10 seconds, literally 10 seconds, as I watched helplessly, he got kicked in the leg by another horse. I'm standing in the middle of the pasture in disbelief yelling at the other horse, ....YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!!!...I don't think he speaks English, dumbass horse. So then I spent the better part of the next week nursing my horse's front leg because it had swollen to twice its size. So finally, today, I was able to start riding him. With Christmas break added on, he hasn't been ridden for almost 2 months :(. He isn't completely healed, but he's ready to start some very light exercise. So today, which has just gotten progressively worse and worse, I went out to the barn to relax and ride. We had a great ride, trotted around a bit, gave him some grain, cleaned up my tack....and just as I was about to put him back in his pasture, the owner of another one of the horses in his pasture came up to me and said that his horse had a lung infection.
"A lung infection, is it contagious?" I asked, in a bit of hysterics.
"Yeah, it's really contagious; tons of horses in Tucson have it."
"Are you JOKING me??!?!?"
So I took my horse and put him at the other end of the property. I seriously was ready to cry...I don't even know what I'm going to do. I just have to sit around and wait for Tucker to get sick or not....
I'm tired and frustrated and distressed and pitying myself. Oh, and then I read a mean blog about me that made me cry, and now I'm just really pissed. So, I'm going to go eat a bowl of cereal in the shower. Sometimes, life just sucks, a lot.