My laptop has been infected with a virus that prohibits me from accessing blogger.com. I can't even leave comments on other's blogger accounts. I believe its a "redirect virus." Any ideas on how to eradicate it will be greatly appreciated. So far there's been no response from Google (who "owns" Gmail and blogger)
Meanwhile, I took a six hour riding clinic last Saturday that left me somewhat battered and bruised. I don't know how cowboys can ride all day long. My lady bits felt hammered so either I have an incorrect seat or they need to toughen up. I had my last lesson at my old stable on Tuesday and will have my first one at the new barn next Monday.
There is an air show this weekend. Sadly, one of the planes practicing for the event crashed Wednesday evening and all four aboard were killed. Apparently the show will still go on; I have mixed feelings.
I'm still reading blogs - just have been forced to keep my opinions to myself. Stop applauding.
Friday, July 30, 2010
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Things Are Looking Up
Checked out a new stable to take lessons at and think I've found a good prospect. The only drawback is that I was told that they don't take their horses on trail rides because they're all "show horses." But that's okay because I'm not competent enough to hit the trails yet anyway and it will be nice to have a place to keep on improving my skills, such as they are. Who knows what next summer will bring?
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Bummer
The stable where I've been taking lessons is closing its doors as of August 1. All the horses have to find new places to board. I have to find a new place to keep riding (and, of course, it's all about me) There are two other places in town that I will check out or maybe start commuting to the Valley - a much longer trip so more time and gas money involved. Gah! Just when I find a hobby I love...
Friday, July 2, 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Thoughts on Freedom (another received e-mail)
Have you ever wondered what happened to the 56 men who signed the Declaration of Independence?
Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died.
Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned. Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons captured.
Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.
They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.
What kind of men were they?
Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated, but they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.
Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.
Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.
Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.
At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.
Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.
John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished.
So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and silently thank these patriots. It's not much to ask for the price they paid.
Remember: freedom is never free!
Five signers were captured by the British as traitors, and tortured before they died.
Twelve had their homes ransacked and burned. Two lost their sons serving in the Revolutionary Army; another had two sons captured.
Nine of the 56 fought and died from wounds or hardships of the Revolutionary War.
They signed and they pledged their lives, their fortunes, and their sacred honor.
What kind of men were they?
Twenty-four were lawyers and jurists. Eleven were merchants, nine were farmers and large plantation owners; men of means, well educated, but they signed the Declaration of Independence knowing full well that the penalty would be death if they were captured.
Carter Braxton of Virginia, a wealthy planter and trader, saw his ships swept from the seas by the British Navy. He sold his home and properties to pay his debts, and died in rags.
Thomas McKeam was so hounded by the British that he was forced to move his family almost constantly. He served in the Congress without pay, and his family was kept in hiding. His possessions were taken from him, and poverty was his reward.
Vandals or soldiers looted the properties of Dillery, Hall, Clymer, Walton, Gwinnett, Heyward, Ruttledge, and Middleton.
At the battle of Yorktown, Thomas Nelson, Jr., noted that the British General Cornwallis had taken over the Nelson home for his headquarters. He quietly urged General George Washington to open fire. The home was destroyed, and Nelson died bankrupt.
Francis Lewis had his home and properties destroyed. The enemy jailed his wife, and she died within a few months.
John Hart was driven from his wife's bedside as she was dying. Their 13 children fled for their lives. His fields and his gristmill were laid to waste. For more than a year he lived in forests and caves, returning home to find his wife dead and his children vanished.
So, take a few minutes while enjoying your 4th of July holiday and silently thank these patriots. It's not much to ask for the price they paid.
Remember: freedom is never free!
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Rain, rain go away
My girlfriend is showing her Cavalier King Charles Spaniel at an outdoor all-breed this weekend. I helped her set up on Friday and planned to stop by the show today as its fairly close to where I'll have my 1:00 riding lesson. Wet dogs and wet horses. What a treat.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Progress report (for myself)
Two lessons a week. I'm trotting and not falling off. I'm even managing to stay centered on the horse's back. So far I've trotted both in Western and dressage saddles. I'm thinking I'm going to need to get some English riding boots because I feel pretty silly wearing my cowboy boots in English. I've asked for my own helmet for my birthday next month. Still working on using my legs and body instead of relying on reins for steerage. Also need to work on posture. Oh, the instructor had mentioned sitting on the bones of my bottom and I didn't think I'd ever be able to feel them considering the size of my butt. I was wrong. They're definitely there.
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