Monday, December 7, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
On a down side... I cut off the end of my finger Friday. I have a grill guard on the front of my Jeep Wrangler and it folds down so I can put stuff on it like hay, etc, to carry around. To get it to close I really have to slam it back up and the bottom part folds up and overlaps the top part (it's metal). Well I slammed it hard to get it to close and shut my right index finger in the grill guard. It completely cut off the tip and the doctor said it barely nicked the bone. It's pretty gross right now, but hopefully it will heal quick!
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Now to the frusterating part. One camper, let's call him "Phil" was from the city and was totally spoiled by his mom. He came from kinda a broken home, but he was 12 years old and had no respect for authority and especially not for girls. I would ask him to do something and he would look me in the eyes and flat out tell me no. One of the days he tried to run away and so I went to talk to him and he said "I just want to get away from asses like you". That wasn't the worst thing he said by any means, but it just hurt my feelings. Here I am busting my tail for these kids who I care about and try to teach and try to do stuff for, and he might as well of spit in my face. He did it to everyone, though, and you could tell the mother just didn't care to teach her son. We talked to her on the phone and she just didn't give a flip. All he said he does at home is play his Wii. I just get so frusterated at people who are too dang lazy to teach their kids anything, so they let video games and TV occupy them and they think it's ok. Parents need to get their kids outside and let them play and get dirty and not sit them down in front of a screen! We are going to have a country full of wussy kids here in not too long. Ugh! Ok, I am done ranting, it just really gets under my skin. For the most part, though, the kids were awesome!
We were supposed to go to Amarillo tomorrow, but we can't because we have to much stuff to get done around camp between sessions. I really need to ride and learn more trails to take clients on. I love trail riding with clients! I have had people from Dubi (not sure if I spelled that right), England, Ireland, New York, California, etc, ride with me. It is really fun! I am on a horse probably about 4-7 hours a day, so you can't beat that! Adam is doing awesome as well. He has really become an amazing boys counselor. It sucks because he has to sleep in a cabin with boys and I have to sleep by myself, but he is doing a wonderful job. :)
Sunday, May 10, 2009
The funny thing about my job, though, is that I have to wear long sleeve button up shirts and a cowboy hat, and I am so not that type.... ha ha! Adam and I went into town yesterday and I got all that stuff and I feel so out of place!! But it is totally worth it! A few nights ago we went out at about 9 pm to net blackbucks. The ranch sold about 20 of them and we had to net them to transport them. We load up on a jeep with a big spotlight and a gun that shoots a big net out to catch them, and then we put them in a stock trailer. It is totally harmless for them, but it sure is a blast!
That is about all I have time to write about today! For anyone who loves to ride, you need to come out for a trail ride with me!! It will be a great time and it is not your average trail ride! :)
Thursday, April 30, 2009
This is a picture of Tootie. He is a 7 year old breedingstock paint gelding. His registered name is El Pastor, but I haven't ever shown him... I got him when he was a yearling.
I had a mare named Rosie when I was 12; she was abused when I bought her and it took me a month before I could even touch her. To make a long story short, she ended up becoming one of the most awesome horses I have ever ridden. I would ride her for hours, and she would do anything I asked of her. We would go swimming in rivers, I could run her on a draped rein and she would never try to take off, and we would play hide and seek... haha. I would hide in her pen (there was lots of space and trees) and she would run around looking for me until she found me. It was cute. She didn't like anyone else and would shake when anyone else tried to pet her. When I was 16 (she was 6), I went down to the barn to go ride her and saw her lying down. I put a halter on her and tried to get her to get up, but I could tell it was very painful for her. She was colicing (which is a term that simply means stomach problems). I thought maybe if I walked her I could help her get better (which is the first thing you do when they colic), so I gave her a shot of Banamine and walked her for a long time. She kept trying to lay down, so my parents and I took her to a vet. Turned out she had an impacted cecum (part of the intestine) and it was back where the vet couldn't get to it to operate. He had to put her down. I couldn't go down to the barn for at least a month and I wasn't sure if I even wanted a horse again.
A good friend of mine had Tootie and offered to let me have him if I wanted him. I reluctantly agreed and started working with him. My friend put the first ride on him as a two year old... I am so glad it wasn't me... lol. Before I tell you about that let me just say when Tootie was weaned he was so mad he just stuck his head in the feeder for three straight days and wouldn't move. So anyway my friend put the first ride on Tootie. He rode him in our round pen which is about 5 feet high. Tootie got mad that he was being ridden and literally jumped out of the round pen with the guy still on him. Tootie is really tall for a Quarter/Paint horse, but still! The guy took him back into the round pen and kept riding him. Then he tried to turn Tootie, and Tootie got mad again so he threw himself down on the ground.... just having a tantrum... lol. So pretty much my point is Tootie is stubborn... But I love him for that, most of the time. I have ridden him in the middle of town and through a Sonic, right next to rattlesnakes (stupid), and up the "Cliff of Doom" in the Palo Duro Canyon (stupid again...haha). That horse has been so amazing, he has done everything I asked, even if it was really dumb on my part. So yeah, I love Tootie.... He probably has one of the most offbeat personalities I have ever seen in a horse. He is a huge horse, but he is the biggest chicken around other horses. Horses can pick on him and he'll just take it... He is the best horse to pony another horse off of. The other horse can just be bucking and freaking out and he'll just calmly walk or trot them around without a care in the world. He loves to put things in his mouth, he is like a vacuum. I'll have him tied up and I will look over and he will have the lead rope in his mouth... not chewing on it or anything... just holding it all crammed in his mouth looking totally content. He loves to chase our dog Clutch. I will be riding him and Clutch will run up behind him and bite and pull his tail. Most horses will kick or freak out, but not Tootie. To him it is a game... He and I wheel around and take off after Clutch. Clutch loves it and runs while we track him, like a cow. He will run right ahead of Tootie and be looking back at us while he runs, tounge flopped out and everything. I keep waiting for him to run smack into something. I must have a knack for aquiring goofy animals.
Anyway, I love Tootie. He is an awesome horse.
Monday, April 27, 2009
This is the 4 wheeler I ride. It's a 2008 Polaris Outlaw with the KTM motor. I absolutely love it! Jumping on it is like jumping a marshmellow... lol. Anyway, Saturday night we had a campfire and some of our good buddies came over and we drank beer and roasted hot dogs. It was kinda a last time get together... Yesterday morning we spent cleaning up our campsite and rode one more time. It was hard to leave the river, especially for Adam. It will be a long time before we get to ride there again.
Yesterday we took Ruger to Lubbock. He was our 4 month old wolf puppy. He was so cute and absolutely GORGEOUS! It was hard to let him go, but having a wolf at a hunting ranch with people and kids probably wouldn't be the smartest idea. He went to a really good home about 7 hours from here with lots of area to roam and other wolves to play with.
So Adam and I are way stressed out about moving! We walked into the apartment last night when we got home from Lubbock and we were both just overwhelmed with the amount of stuff to do. Boxes and random stuff is everywhere. It looks like a tornado went through the whole place. We are working on it tonight and Adam's mom is helping is pack Wednesday. She is so nice! My parents will drive up Friday night to help us move everything to the ranch Saturday (they live about 45 minutes from the ranch). It's funny how much stuff you can accumulate in a year!!
I am posting some pictures I found of the ranch, so you guys can kinda see what it looks like :)
Friday, April 24, 2009
This feeling coats her, it wraps around her neck and chokes her.
Gasping for air she cries out but her voice is not heard.
Her shoulders ache from carrying all this weight, will it ever be lifted?
She hangs on, slowly loosing grip.
Her eyes are dry, the last tear fell long ago.
She stands, numb, but she is still standing.
Her heart aches, every beat a reminder of her pain.
Can she walk? Is it possible to move forward?
She holds her breath waiting for the torment in her soul to die.
The screams in her head steal the oxygen, she starts to go down.
Which will hit bottom first?
Her head? Her thoughts howl like demons, taunting her, making her want to lie down, to give in.
Her heart? It pumps pain, sending it through her body and into her soul.
She catches herself and holds on, gasping for air.
Slowly she rises, her eyes focus and she sees clearly.
Her feet, weighed down by the past, slowly start to move.
The screams get louder, making her head throb, should she stop?
Her heart starts racing, pounding fury into her veins.
She stops, takes a deep breath, and closes her eyes.
Her skin becomes rock, keeping the pain hidden, close to her heart.
Her shoulders no longer feel weight, protected by the stiff exterior.
Her head clears, feeling the numbness of nothing.
She takes a step and smiles.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
So it's been a crazy couple of weeks for me. Adam and I applied for a job out at the Y.O. Ranch. It is a 40,000 acre ranch down in the Hill Country of Texas. They have over 55 exotic species to hunt as well as a horse program. Well, we went and interviewed and we got it! Adam will be a hunting guide and a hunting camp counselor and I am going to be the head wrangler. They are also providing housing and meals, which is awesome. They also said we can bring our horses and dogs! Yay!
We have changes to our family, though... We had to sell Evenin, Adam wanted a horse he could ride, which I don't blame him at all. Evening was bought by the nicest man and we got to see where she will live, and she will be really happy with them. We bought a new mare, named Bug, from a really good friend of mine. Adam absolutely loves this horse, and he is doing really well on her. It is so fun to ride with him and goof around. We will have to get rid of most our dogs, though, because we don't need 7 dogs at the ranch. We have homes for all of them and we are just taking Coal and Clutch.
So yeah, this move is a huge life change. I am really excited, because I will be on a horse everyday and help people learn about horses and riding, and I will still be doing camps in the summer. I am also nervous, though, because it's such a huge change! I think once we get the flow of things, we will both fall in love with the job. We are moving a week from Saturday, so it doesn't give us much time to pack! I can't wait to be back in the Hill Country. I love Amarillo, don't get me wrong. It has so much fun outdoor stuff to do like riding and fishing, but it's not like the Hill Country. I can't wait to ride under the big oak trees, swim in the Guadalupe River, and watch the deer graze.
Other than that, there's not much new happening. I traded my truck in for a Jeep Wrangler, and I love it!! It is one of the funnest vehicles I have ever driven! It's navy blue with a tan soft top. It's also a 6 cylendar and has a 3" lift, which is plenty for me! I figure it will get around on a ranch way better than my 2 wheel drive cummins.
So that's a sum of where my life is headed. Adam and I are moving 450 miles south with our two horses and two dogs to work on an exotic game ranch. Oh! They also have giraffes you can pet! And zebras! I will try to figure out how to upload pictures on here, but no promises... haha.
Well, I guess that's enough rambling for now... :)
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
I had a great day. Thursday is about to be over, which means one thing.... Friday's almost here!! I rode Tootie today, and he was so awesome. There is nothing like running across a field on the back of a horse. It's addictive.
Today I feel like talking about music. Music can dictate my mood. One minute I am singing full blast to George Straight's "Cowboy's Like Us", the next I am trying to sing like a rockstar to Crossfade's "Cold". Most of the time I like to think I am a rockstar. I have tried to write a few songs, but can't put them to music. Maybe I feel in the shadow of Adam. To all those people out there interested in finding new "It" rockstars, I will introduce to you my husband. I am not just wearing "Wife Goggles". He is amazing. The songs he has written grab your heart. His voice sounds like a raspier version of the GooGoo Dolls. I haven't seen a person yet not mesmirized by his singing. Anyway, I am off my bunny trail and back on the path.... I love listening to lyrics. It's like you get a peek into someone's heart and soul. Listen to "Pieces" by Red, it gave me goosebumps. The perfect combination of lyrics and music can "sooth the soul". It has helped me get through so much. Some people look at me strange when I say that, but sometimes songs say things I can't. It's comforting to know someone is going or has gone through something similiar. It's like you know you aren't alone... The video "Colors" by Crossfade is one of those. 12 Stones also do good ones. I am not so much into videos, though. Most of them take away from the lyrics, I believe. However, I am way more into rock than any other style. I have had guys tell me I am addicted to the "pain" of rock, but really, it's connecting to the artist. Isn't that what music is about? Writing what is on your heart?
Ok, on a lighter note, it's almost the weekend!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
To start, my name is Shannon, I am 22 and I just graduated college. WooHoo! I actually loved college, however class would usually get in the way. I am always up for a good time, and I hate scorpions. Good thing they don't have wings to fly.