Here’s the weekend in a nutshell..all snippiness subsided as stated in a previous post. We got up at 6 am and as the photo shows, I forgot the nice camera, the flash wasn’t working or the lighting wasn’t the greatest or the coffee pot wasn’t turned on yet.
But he jumps so cute. He’s my baby! Look at him. Yeah, she’s cute too. Whatever.
The first day went well, but I was so nervous for them that I didn’t take many pictures.
These are from the site, and now that he is so cute I will have to buy them…a lot of them. Yeah, she looks ok too. Aren’t his braids fancy. We always say we paid extra for that tail.
Yes, he looks at the camera a lot. I think he knows he’s fancy and getting his picture taken. That and he’s a big fat pansy so he’s probably terrified.
Isn’t he the cutest jumper? You love him now too, don’t you? I finally got around to taking a picture when she was called back in the jog. See the plant in the middle of the path in front of the dark horse? Scared the poop out of Frosty and he jumped…big fat pansy.
She got a 10th which is pretty good for this size show. No, they aren’t jogging now. I was too nervous to be worrying about pictures. I missed that part. They run out and then walk back. So it’s a jog and a walk. Whatever. He’s still cute and I don’t need caffeine at this time, just my good camera. Or a barf bag and a valium.
That night we decide to watch the Ponies in the “Pleasure Class” which is the biggest misnomer. 3 groups of 30 ponies with 30 kids each, some going in the wrong direction at times, some crying, trainers yelling, and the cutest, nicest, most pleasing ponies win. Couldn’t pay me to judge that.
We decide beforehand after years of watching this that we need alcohol to tolerate it.
“But Mom, you can’t take alcohol bottles in the Colosseum!”
“It’s ok, we will be fine.”
Wine, Ponies, Wine, Ponies, Wine, Crash, Tears, Yelling, Wine, Wine
“Ok, lets go! Early day tomorrow.”
“You aren’t going to leave that bottle in here!”
“Yeah, I was going to…no well, sure I’ll take it with me”
{{where did I leave the damn thing?}}
Whoops…snip, snip, snip, y’all were drunk, snip snip,
I’d rather be in a ring with 30 ponies. any day…
Next day
Ready one more time
buying the picture, promise…I always do…
Still too nervous to take too many pictures,
My baby is happy he got a 6th place…yeah, she’s happy too.
Fun life of a show mom…
