The US Equestrian Federation`s “invisible” conspiracy against up and coming riders who lack financial backing——(and I doubt they`ve even analyzed what they are doing)

There`s this conviction that THE way to create good riders is by sending them abroad to compete, to the tune of about 15-20,000 per horse, round trip. (and that`s just for the horse)

But who do they send? The riders with the best horses.

And how did those riders GET those best horses? Usually by being sponsored already.

SO—-The riders who GET USEF backing are the riders who already HAVE backing, which leaves the potentially top riders who lack backing even FURTHER in a hole, and it`s a hole created by THEIR OWN FEDERATION.

It`s the classic, “The rich get richer” syndrome.

If they used that money to send teams to shows like Dressage at Devon, for example, or to good US jumper shows, or to upgrade USA cross country courses, they could serve a much broader constituency.

But here`s the thing——If you say something enough times, and say it with sincerity and conviction, it tends to become true, at least in your mind, even if it isn`t true in reality. This is the current mantra:

"We need European exposure to create better riders," as if riding was like fencing, toe to toe competition. But it isn`t. It`s against the dressage test, against the course, and we have those right here at home.

But don`t tell “them” that. They think you don`t have a clue.


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have i ever said how much i love denny emerson

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yo denny emerson is my main man. always telling it like it is. 

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I love my horse so much. I am so happy I’ve made the decisions that I’ve made.

He makes me happy and I am so comfortable around him. Not to sound crazy, but I trust him. Not in a “ride without a helmet and teach him to rear” way, but I can catch him in flip flops and mess with his legs without worrying about him kicking me. Even if something hurts him, like me cleaning out his thrushy hooves, he doesn’t kick me. And I know him well enough to predict when he will be unruly and I know how to handle the situation when he is.

I think I just KNOW him. You don’t go through what we’ve been through without getting to know a horse. It sounds terrible, but I felt like our bond was so much deeper after the first time he colicked in 2012. I had already had him for 2 years, but it had been smooth sailing. After the colic, I felt more connected and more like I was vital to his care. After spending 4 days walking him and watching him in his stall, I knew him better than I had ever gotten to know him just by grooming and riding.

Now that we’ve been through 4 different barns and 15 months of stall rest on top of all of our training and competing, I know him better than ever. I am content. I just hope we can keep this up.


the only domestic instinct my parents have managed to pass on to me is the tendency to hoard multiple plastic bags in another plastic bags despite the fact that I will probably never need this many plastic bags in my adult life

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I’ve been waiting so long to find this.


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When I’m telling a story and a friend interrupts:



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"… and to you, if you have stuck with Harry until the very end."

Here’s to book seven. Here’s to the years of anticipation before it and the years of discussion in its wake. Here’s to the boy who lived and how he changed everything.

And here’s to you, if you know that “the very end” isn’t happening anytime soon.

We are book eight.

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Poor Don Glover.




Poor Don Glover.


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I don’t want to look back in five years time and think, ‘We could have been magnificent, but I was afraid.’ In 5 years I want to tell of how fear tried to cheat me out of the best thing in life, and I didn’t let it.


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Post-bath bliss.

Bath time is the best time.

Bath time is the best time.

Pixies / Volt 44 – Where Is My 8bit Mind? (149,590 plays)






Oh my GOD
My grandma bought my grandpa new pants and my mom asked him how they felt and he goes “like a cheaply made castle” and we were like what and he goes “no ballroom”

Grandpa yes.

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