I 'wrote' this song last summer to get Cheryl aka Surfyre aka Ethel ready for their First Level debut. It must have worked because she got all of her bronze medal 1st level scores in 1 show! Sweet!
(Sung to the tune of Fergie's "Glamourous")
ARE YOU READY?
IF YOU AIN’T GOT NO PONY TAKE YOUR BROKE ASS HOME
YOU SAY: IF YOU AIN’T GOT NO PONY TAKE YOUR BROKE ASS HOME
P-O-N-Y-R-I-D-E-R, YEAH
P-O-N-Y-R-I-D-E-R
WE RIDIN’ FIRST ONE, UP IN THE RING
GOT THE CHAMPAGNE, TOASTIN MY RIDE
ON THE OUTSIDE AIDS, I WON’T CHANGE
GOT THE GLAMOROUS, OOH THE PONY, PONY
GOT THE GLAMOUROUS, THE GLAMOROUS, GLAMOROUS
GOT THE GLAMOROUS, OOH THE PONY, PONY
GOT THE GLAMOUROUS, THE GLAMOROUS, GLAMOROUS
GOT THE GLAMOROUS, OOH THE PONY, PONY
HULSEBOS, DIAMOND BROWBANDS, UNISITS
ALL THEM THINGS DON’T MEAN A THING
A-BARN TRAINERS AND ALL THAT BLING
SHOPPIN FOR EXPENSIVE TACK
I BE ON THE CADDO SCENE
RIDIN MY PONY, HE’S STILL A LITTLE GREEN
I’M NOT CLEAN, I’M WEARIN JEANS
IM’ NO DRESSAGE QUEEN, HE’S NO MACHINE
I STILL GO TO DOVER SALES
SHOP ON EBAY, BROKE AS HELL
I DON’T CARE I’M STILL REAL
NO MATTER HOW MANY REINS HE BREAKS
AFTER THE SHOW, I’M STILL AN AMMY
I LIKE TO CHILL OUT WITH LIN CAFFY
SIPPIN, REMINISCING ON THE DAYS WHEN I HAD AN AY-RAB
WE RIDIN’ FIRST ONE, UP IN THE RING
GOT THE CHAMPAGNE, TOASTIN MY RIDE
ON THE OUTSIDE AIDS, I WON’T CHANGE
GOT THE GLAMOROUS, OOH THE PONY, PONY
GOT THE GLAMOUROUS, THE GLAMOROUS, GLAMOROUS
GOT THE GLAMOROUS, OOH THE PONY, PONY
GOT THE GLAMOUROUS, THE GLAMOROUS, GLAMOROUS
GOT THE GLAMOROUS, OOH THE PONY, PONY
(LUDA-KATIE)
I’M TALKIN GRAND PRIX WISHES, PIAFFE DREAMS
PONY DESERVES NOTHIN BUT ALL THE FINER THINGS
NOW THIS WORLD HAS NO CLUE WHAT TO DO WITH US
JASON AINT GOT ENOUGH MONEY IN THE BANK FOR THE 2 OF US
FIRST I GOTTA KEEP ENOUGH DUMORS TO SUPPORT YOUR COOKIE FETISH
PONY MANES SO LUXURIOUS, LISA B WILL GET JEALOUS
HALF A MILLION HALF HALTS, CANTER WALKS FROM HERE TO ROME
SO IF YOU AINT GOT NO PONY TAKE YOUR BROKE HORSE HOME
P-O-N-Y-R-I-D-E-R
P-O-N-Y-R-I-D-E-R
WE RIDIN’ FIRST ONE, UP IN THE RING
GOT THE CHAMPAGNE, TOASTIN MY RIDE
ON THE OUTSIDE AIDS, I WON’T CHANGE
GOT THE GLAMOROUS, OOH THE PONY, PONY
GOT THE GLAMOUROUS, THE GLAMOROUS, GLAMOROUS
GOT THE GLAMOROUS, OOH THE PONY, PONY
GOT THE GLAMOUROUS, THE GLAMOROUS, GLAMOROUS
GOT THE GLAMOROUS, OOH THE PONY, PONY
I GOT PROBLEMS UP TO HERE, HIGHGATE B**CHES IN MY EAR,
TELL IN ME THESE CRAZY THING THAT I DON’T WANT TO KNOW
EFF Y’ALL!
AINT GOT NO MONEY IN THE BANK, BUT I’D REALLY LIKE TO THANK
ALL THE CADDO HOOCHIES, I’D LIKE TO THANK, THANK YOU REALLY THO!
CAUSE I REMEMBER YESTERDAY WHEN I DREAMT ABOUT THE DAYS
WHEN I’D ROCK OUT ON THE PONY, WE BE RIDIN DIRTY
DAMN IT’S BEEN A LONG ROAD AND THE BARN IS REALLY COLD
I’M GLAD MY DADDY TOLD ME SO, HE LET DAUGHTER KNOW
IF YOU AINT GOT NO PONY TAKE YOUR BROKE ASS HOME
MY DADDY TOLD ME SO
IF YOU AINT GOT NO PONY TAKE YOUR BROKE ASS HOME
HE LET HIS DAUGHTER KNOW!
IF YOU AINT GOT NO PONY TAKE YOUR BROKE ASS HOME
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
The Interwebz....
How do I feel about the Internet and the dressage world?
I definately like how the Internet has brought the international dressage world to my fingertips. I can follow the competitive dressage world and star riders of Europe and Florida with just a few clicks. The rapid speed communication of the Internet has made it possible for us riders to support people like Courtney King Dye as she recovers from her traumatic accident; and, it has also allowed us a platform (or soapbox) to castigate questionable, harmful training (IMHO)like that of Patrick Kittel and the 'blue tongue' debate...maybe the web making it a better world for horse and riders alike.
It has sped up how I learn about dressage: with online blogs like the Incredible Jane Savoie's or dressagetrainingonline, with riding and sales videos on youtube (we can learn from the good and bad), magazine articles and training tools. We can keep online diaries of our own progress and follow and support each other as we make our through the riding journey. I definately like how the web helps me keep in touch with my horse friends, meet similar minded horse people. The Internet has given riders a voice.
Here's what I don't like: I think it has created a lot of online Monday morning quarterbacking. Every rider's journey is different. Every horse is different. Just because it isn't the way you would train or ride, doesn't necessarily mean it isn't right. Who defines what is pure or classical? Horses and riders are different today from when this sport was first conceived some 300 years ago. There's got to be some growth.
I think the Internet has allowed some people to have a soapbox for ridiculous platforms and created "experts" with dubious qualifications. Frankly, I want to be able to receive critiques from REAL WORLD trainers and experts, that I can see in flesh with tangible riding results.
For all of the friends and acquaintences that the Internet has brought me, I hope I never consider the Internet a crutch to avoid making friends in the real world. I will only consider you my REAL friend if I am communicating with you in the Real World. I want to talk with you on the phone, text with you, make some common bonds over a coke and pizza or a 'wine spritzer". I want to pet your horse or scratch your dog and I want you to do the same with me! I want you to see me ride, see me sweat. I want you to watch me make mistakes and correct me to make me honest in my training and my riding.
I don't want to create a make believe world where what I say online isn't what is really happening in the real world. I guess that is another reason why I wanted us (all of us hoochies) to create this blog. To bring us together but to keep it real. Lame, I know... now back to regularly scheduled programming.
Later this week, I hope to post a little bit about my training journey this summer- maybe Cheryl will share too. I had a lesson with our dressage yoda, Sue, last week. Talk about keeping us honest. Cheryl got told something that cut her to the quick, she said it was so bad (not hurtful) that she had to completely void it out. It must have made an impression because by the time I walked into the arena, she and Aragon where getting praises for their lovely trot-canter trannies. I on the otherhand was in need of some triage....in the 2 weeks since my last lesson soemthing if not everything had gone downhill. Sue quickly diagnosed the situation and got us back on track...She wants me to stop waiting every two weeks for a lesson and go back to a lesson a week until we are making progress again....talk about Truth in Training.
Last but not least...it is FREAKIN HOT in Texas. I want to send out some positive vibes and shoutouts to all of our ponies, esp. Christoff who's having a rough time with the heat this year. Red always has a problem with the heat, but we 'may' have it under control...but I don't want to speak too soon.
I definately like how the Internet has brought the international dressage world to my fingertips. I can follow the competitive dressage world and star riders of Europe and Florida with just a few clicks. The rapid speed communication of the Internet has made it possible for us riders to support people like Courtney King Dye as she recovers from her traumatic accident; and, it has also allowed us a platform (or soapbox) to castigate questionable, harmful training (IMHO)like that of Patrick Kittel and the 'blue tongue' debate...maybe the web making it a better world for horse and riders alike.
It has sped up how I learn about dressage: with online blogs like the Incredible Jane Savoie's or dressagetrainingonline, with riding and sales videos on youtube (we can learn from the good and bad), magazine articles and training tools. We can keep online diaries of our own progress and follow and support each other as we make our through the riding journey. I definately like how the web helps me keep in touch with my horse friends, meet similar minded horse people. The Internet has given riders a voice.
Here's what I don't like: I think it has created a lot of online Monday morning quarterbacking. Every rider's journey is different. Every horse is different. Just because it isn't the way you would train or ride, doesn't necessarily mean it isn't right. Who defines what is pure or classical? Horses and riders are different today from when this sport was first conceived some 300 years ago. There's got to be some growth.
I think the Internet has allowed some people to have a soapbox for ridiculous platforms and created "experts" with dubious qualifications. Frankly, I want to be able to receive critiques from REAL WORLD trainers and experts, that I can see in flesh with tangible riding results.
For all of the friends and acquaintences that the Internet has brought me, I hope I never consider the Internet a crutch to avoid making friends in the real world. I will only consider you my REAL friend if I am communicating with you in the Real World. I want to talk with you on the phone, text with you, make some common bonds over a coke and pizza or a 'wine spritzer". I want to pet your horse or scratch your dog and I want you to do the same with me! I want you to see me ride, see me sweat. I want you to watch me make mistakes and correct me to make me honest in my training and my riding.
I don't want to create a make believe world where what I say online isn't what is really happening in the real world. I guess that is another reason why I wanted us (all of us hoochies) to create this blog. To bring us together but to keep it real. Lame, I know... now back to regularly scheduled programming.
Later this week, I hope to post a little bit about my training journey this summer- maybe Cheryl will share too. I had a lesson with our dressage yoda, Sue, last week. Talk about keeping us honest. Cheryl got told something that cut her to the quick, she said it was so bad (not hurtful) that she had to completely void it out. It must have made an impression because by the time I walked into the arena, she and Aragon where getting praises for their lovely trot-canter trannies. I on the otherhand was in need of some triage....in the 2 weeks since my last lesson soemthing if not everything had gone downhill. Sue quickly diagnosed the situation and got us back on track...She wants me to stop waiting every two weeks for a lesson and go back to a lesson a week until we are making progress again....talk about Truth in Training.
Last but not least...it is FREAKIN HOT in Texas. I want to send out some positive vibes and shoutouts to all of our ponies, esp. Christoff who's having a rough time with the heat this year. Red always has a problem with the heat, but we 'may' have it under control...but I don't want to speak too soon.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Identity Crisis
Let me first introduce myself by saying that I am the other half of the "Lucy and Ethel Show;" Cheryl. Although, I am not quite sure if I am Lucy or Ethel. If it were the "Fred and Ricky " show, I could positively tell you that I am Fred and Katie is Ricky. Not that I am a fat, old, balding white man, although I am as white as a coconut. OK and I am a little paunchy and kind of old, but I certainly am not bald, yet! Katie on the other hand is a fiery, Latin, high beige, hoochie mama. She thinks she can sing, but I am not sure she can play the trumpet as well as Ricky!
As I am sure you will discover all too soon that we all have many nicknames for each other depending on the situation at hand. I am most commonly known as Squirrel and Pony Rider. As a group we are known as the CADDO HOOCHIES. There are many others that will be brought to light I am sure whether I like it or not! Best not to wear your emotions on your sleeves with this bunch, they are relentless.
I have been riding Dressage since the Dinosaurs crossed Pangaea. In fact, I was the first Neanderthal to passage a Woolly Mammoth into the new world.
I started riding horses when I was 8 years old in Colorado. I was HELL BENT FOR LEATHER back in those days. If I was riding a horse, it was fast and furious. My first horse was a fat paint pony. In fact, her name was Paint Pony! (Hey! Keep it Simple Stupid). Every weekend I could be found at the Sand Drifters Rodeo going full speed ahead. I hated a saddle, but to rodeo, I had to have one. I would ride that pony in the dark to the arena bareback and my Dad would throw the saddle on right before it was my turn to run! Those were the best of times! Little did I know then, that 35 years later, I would still love everything horsey. It was in my blood.
Later in life, I started riding English. I rode A Circuit Arabians for quite a few years and then through several twists and turns I ended up in a Dressage barn. How the heck did that happen? Gag a maggot! And what is the big deal about a 20 meter circle? Shouldn't that be done at a gallop?
I met my first Dressage trainer there; her name was Treasure. She was a been there done that kind of gal. Jumpers, Endurance, Cross Country. She was in her 60's at the time and still going strong. She was amazing to me and a great inspiration, so I let my guard down and took a few lessons and the rest is history!!!
As I am sure you will discover all too soon that we all have many nicknames for each other depending on the situation at hand. I am most commonly known as Squirrel and Pony Rider. As a group we are known as the CADDO HOOCHIES. There are many others that will be brought to light I am sure whether I like it or not! Best not to wear your emotions on your sleeves with this bunch, they are relentless.
I have been riding Dressage since the Dinosaurs crossed Pangaea. In fact, I was the first Neanderthal to passage a Woolly Mammoth into the new world.
I started riding horses when I was 8 years old in Colorado. I was HELL BENT FOR LEATHER back in those days. If I was riding a horse, it was fast and furious. My first horse was a fat paint pony. In fact, her name was Paint Pony! (Hey! Keep it Simple Stupid). Every weekend I could be found at the Sand Drifters Rodeo going full speed ahead. I hated a saddle, but to rodeo, I had to have one. I would ride that pony in the dark to the arena bareback and my Dad would throw the saddle on right before it was my turn to run! Those were the best of times! Little did I know then, that 35 years later, I would still love everything horsey. It was in my blood.
Later in life, I started riding English. I rode A Circuit Arabians for quite a few years and then through several twists and turns I ended up in a Dressage barn. How the heck did that happen? Gag a maggot! And what is the big deal about a 20 meter circle? Shouldn't that be done at a gallop?
I met my first Dressage trainer there; her name was Treasure. She was a been there done that kind of gal. Jumpers, Endurance, Cross Country. She was in her 60's at the time and still going strong. She was amazing to me and a great inspiration, so I let my guard down and took a few lessons and the rest is history!!!
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
What Planet Are Corgis from?
If we are going to the barn, we had better take our trusty companions...the corgis! Otherwise there will be some hurt feelings to deal with later.
I had always wanted a corgi, but Cheryl beat me to it. She got "Sweet Emily" first. And she is truly the sweetest corgi! And then Cheryl found Molly for me because I wasn't ready for a puppy and I remember the day Cheryl called me and told me she found me "Dog, To Go" it was like I had put my order in at the drive-thru! LOL! So for a while that was her nick name...but now she just goes by "Mama Know" cuz she knows everything! A little over a year later, I found Tigger (formerly "Critter"- but that was an awful name) who is the WORST CORGI in the World! Really!
We are gonna have to post some pics of our 'guest' blogger's Jacks. "Christoff" is not a man, but it is the name of her horse...aka Coco Chanel, Count CoCo, Christoff Mess, Cape Cod...it all depends on how the round of jumps go. I hope "Christoff" will share the darker/funner side (as compared to STRESS-age) of show jumping is like...but when we compare our rides, we are often having the same issues...we need to get our horses supple, make them stop leaning on us and in front of our legs! No matter what the discipline the issues are usually so similar! But anyway, I hope to post pics of her Jack's and her two hell cats.
Molly (Tri) and Emily:
Tigger, The Worst Cogi in the World. Here he is getting into the horse treats....
I had always wanted a corgi, but Cheryl beat me to it. She got "Sweet Emily" first. And she is truly the sweetest corgi! And then Cheryl found Molly for me because I wasn't ready for a puppy and I remember the day Cheryl called me and told me she found me "Dog, To Go" it was like I had put my order in at the drive-thru! LOL! So for a while that was her nick name...but now she just goes by "Mama Know" cuz she knows everything! A little over a year later, I found Tigger (formerly "Critter"- but that was an awful name) who is the WORST CORGI in the World! Really!
We are gonna have to post some pics of our 'guest' blogger's Jacks. "Christoff" is not a man, but it is the name of her horse...aka Coco Chanel, Count CoCo, Christoff Mess, Cape Cod...it all depends on how the round of jumps go. I hope "Christoff" will share the darker/funner side (as compared to STRESS-age) of show jumping is like...but when we compare our rides, we are often having the same issues...we need to get our horses supple, make them stop leaning on us and in front of our legs! No matter what the discipline the issues are usually so similar! But anyway, I hope to post pics of her Jack's and her two hell cats.
Molly (Tri) and Emily:
Tigger, The Worst Cogi in the World. Here he is getting into the horse treats....
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
The Lucy and Ethel Show!
Hey Y'all! My name is Katie (one half of this blog) and this is the first entry of our warmbloods and cobs blog. We decided to start this blog because my dear friend Cheryl (the other half of the blog) told me I have six years left before my memory completely disappears! I would hate to forget all of the funny, ridiculous, unbelievable things that happen when you mix women, horses, dogs and an occasional sprinkle of alcohol!
So- enough about the blog...let's talk about MEMEMEME! I'm a single, working full time-part time rider in the dressage wasteland that is East Texas. My equine partner that I've been dragging along for the ride (if it were up to him, we'd be jumping) is a Belgian Warmblood named Red aka Redrum aka Speedfire aka Foxy Snob. We've been mucking about at 2nd level for the last year and this year we've decided to get serious and got a real dressage trainer to whip us into 3rd level-confirmed flying change shape! More on that later, I am sure! Here we are when we are getting along:
I will refrain from posting pictures of when we are not getting along...I would hate for this blog post to end up on some anti-rollkur, arm chair quarterbacking dressage biddies website!
I hope this blog is entertaining and that it will show the lighter side of horses, women and friendship.
So- enough about the blog...let's talk about MEMEMEME! I'm a single, working full time-part time rider in the dressage wasteland that is East Texas. My equine partner that I've been dragging along for the ride (if it were up to him, we'd be jumping) is a Belgian Warmblood named Red aka Redrum aka Speedfire aka Foxy Snob. We've been mucking about at 2nd level for the last year and this year we've decided to get serious and got a real dressage trainer to whip us into 3rd level-confirmed flying change shape! More on that later, I am sure! Here we are when we are getting along:
I will refrain from posting pictures of when we are not getting along...I would hate for this blog post to end up on some anti-rollkur, arm chair quarterbacking dressage biddies website!I hope this blog is entertaining and that it will show the lighter side of horses, women and friendship.
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