Foibles

Isn't that a great word?  It just sounds fun to me.  Good thing cause I seem to abound with them, and get a lot of laughs because of them.  Like yesterday.  There I am at the old barn gathering everything for the move and meeting the new barn owner for the first time and wanting to look like I know what I'm doing.  Not a big deal but ya know.  Just don't want to look stupid.  I'm in a peculiar place with horse experience.  My education suggests I should Know A Lot about horses.  I majored in horse management for my first college degree (a junior college degree - it would have been an associates but I dropped statistics before it dropped me).  But as soon as I graduated, I found myself without a horse for the next 25 years.  Irony - there's another good word.  Lots of things changed over those intervening years, plus you just don't retain what you don't practice, ya know?  So here I am with a degree, and a fancy young horse in need of basic training.  Easy to end up looking foolish, so I try not to.  Enter those foibles.  I brought a root beer to the barn for my own thirst slaking.  I opened it and had a few sips, then closed it up tight, left it in the car while I got things packed and CC loaded - albeit reluctantly - on the trailer.  My barn buddy Crystal, owner of CC's paddock buddy Reba, got in the car with me and we prepared to follow the horse trailer.  As we waited for the trailer to get under way, I opened that root beer.  Now you all know where this is going, right?  Yeah.  That bottle obviously got all shook up along  the way.  There I was in the driver's seat, door closed, car carpeting all around me.  And the bottle spewing forth it's contents.  Options: let it spray the carpet or suck it up and let it get me.  I'm much more easily cleaned up than my car's carpeting so I just sat there, root beer froth flowing all over my lap, down all through my crotch.  Nice.  I arrived at the new barn with sopping wet, sticky jeans and underpants. 

Do you think that was enough?  No.

As I led CC to her new stall, we rounded the corner into the barn.  Now anyone who knows horses knows the potential for snorty surprises is always high, especially so in new circumstances.  CC got her front feet into the new barn and jumped.  She landed with one of those front feet firmly planted in place.  Right on the heel of my left sneaker.  I was pinned.  Couldn't move that foot at all.  Not the position you want to be in when the horse is snorty and excited.  Only one thing to do.  Pull my foot - fast - out of the sneaker.  So if being a soppy mess wasn't enough to impress the new barn owner, I also arrived at CC's stall wearing only one sneaker. 

Only one thing to do with that set of circumstances.  Laugh. 

Comments

[Jessica]

Oh my. That is quite the fiasco then isn't it?! ;)

[Christine]

Oh my! Too funny. Laughter is truly the best way to get through those crazy things life tosses at you. (That or 'ef 'em) Hopefully at this new barn Miss CC will get her shinnizle together.

Toodles, it's Friday and I'm off to get my Vitamin C and V on, since it's been one of those weeks. It's definitely time for a little OJ for my immune system and a little vodka for my sanity. :)

[diane]

Oohoh, don't these things come in threes? Watch out or maybe jsut let it all happen :)

[Laurie]

Oh golly. Very very funny! Yes, laugh is all you can do. Sometimes good humor trumps success.