I eat my horses’ carrots regularly without washing them.
When I stop to shop for some snacks on the way to the trails, I make sure they’re something he and I both like, such as fig newtons or peanut butter granola bars. We share our snacks - one for me, 3 for him.
I force my old gelding to endure nose kisses. Actually I think he kind of likes it. I love you Woodrow - 27 this year!
Time to catch the bus.
I am a (ahem) mature rider.
Just hit a big milestone :eek: - but my family and friends had a surprise party for me anyway.
My favorite present…?
My guy’s barn name is Mr. Big…because he really thinks he is hot stuff.
So meet Mr. Little. 
I have bitten into the part of an apple that my horse bit into.
I’ve also ingested a piece of manure that flew into my mouth while I was watching a horse show and then took a bite of my sandwich immediately afterward.
I can’t imagine sleeping in my Irideon’s, however. They are comfy but not that comfy.
I used my traveling job as an excuse to get a lq horse trailer, and I will live in it part time. (my husband is sure I am off my rocker)
Anybody remember the purple hibiscus-Hawaiian-print Tropical Riders somebody posted last year with their link to E-bay that were going cheap?
:winkgrin:
The horse I ride, named Tori, loves Gatorade. All flavors of Gatorade. And Propel, and iced tea, and everything else (whether its actually edible or not)…
So of course she gets the last half inch of my Gatorade every time I ride!
I went to college many years ago which did not, then, have a riding program. But I managed to take my horse with me. When I graduated I wore boots, spurs and breeches under my cap and gown as tribute to my horse who helped me keep my sanity so I could actually finish college!
I decided to try JUST A LITTLE of my horse’s Cowboy Magic detangler in my hair.
My hair turned into an oil slick 
I let my 4yo child eat the unwashed carrots from the dusty muckbucket in the barn.
Many years ago when I was a teen, my friends daughter and I managed to snake a dressage whip into a small hole in the top of the barn vending machine and pilfer all the candy from it…still fat and guilty from that one.
I had a bit to much to drink and got busy with a guy in the horse trailer parked at my college apt…in the horse section. Let’s just say long blonde hair and shavings are a bad combo.
My doc martens wouldn’t fit in my jumping saddle’s stirrups so I rode in my wool socks.
I think nothing of going shopping after riding, still in my riding clothes. Broke my current pair of paddock boots in by wearing them on a vacation where I knew I’d be doing a lot of walking.
I’m ashamed to admit I’ve come home from riding on a hot summer evening so tired I’ve just collapsed into bed unshowered, just changed into shorts and a t-shirt. :uhoh:
I sometimes lick my fingers and rub at a spot on my horse’s face/whatever. Sorta like mom using spit on a tissue on your face when you were little.
Kim
I have eaten food off the barn floor more than I care to admit.
I have found entire chunks of horse crap in my laundry basket.
I swam in a water jump at a cross country park on a hot day… Tadpoles, crap, and all.
I slept in my tall boots while trying to break them in.
Like many others, I share food with my horse.
I regularly eat unwashed and unpeeled carrots, even if there are some in the bucket that have gone bad.
When giving Matt an apple, I don’t hesitate in biting off a chunk for myself, from a place he has already bitten into.
I don’t always wash my hands before eating after doing barn chores.
The other day I barely blinked at dropping nearly $200 at the tack store for stuff I didn’t really need, but it took me nearly a half hour to convince myself to buy a pair of $50 shoes I actually needed.
My dad wanted to borrow my truck to move some tools, but didn’t want to drive it in its current ‘eau de horse’ state. Two hours later, eau de horse is gone. I was sad.
I pee anywhere. Behind the barn, in a stall, in the parking area out front, anywhere. There’s nobody around, but if there were… I have hidden places! The big concession to decency was bringing a roll of toilet paper to the barn, which is kept near a pellet bag to dispose of it.
When I was a latchkey kid and he was at work, I used to take my dad’s dining room chairs, books from his bookcase, and his broom out to the front yard and make them into a jump. Then I would get my mare, get on her bareback, and jump her over it repeatedly. God bless that horse. (it was the 80’s and yes, I was doing it helmetless, but I survived)
I buy appledippers at the gas station to share with the horses. My dog gets the caramel sauce.
I frequently fall into bed in the shirt I wore at the barn all day (am wearing one now from yesterday–ewww!) And have been known to crash out in my FITS, if the day was long enough.
I roll polos and fold the grooming towels every morning but haven’t hung up my own laundry in almost a week.
I have been bitten by a horse and bit him back.
Once or twice a year while my non horsey SO is away I will clean out my grooming box, clean the brushes… and then stick them in the dishwasher and put it on a sani-cycle.
I’m also pretty sure I’ve done most of the above :winkgrin:
I routinely share apple with my horse, biting off a chunk after he gets the first bite. He doesn’t mind. I wash my lightweight winter blanket and all of my sheets in our washing machine - drives Mr. OR crazy so I tend to do it when he’s not home.
My goodness, the story about picking up the peanut butter cup off the dirty trailer floor and eating it gave me chills of horror. LOL! I think the five second rule applies to germs, not sticky manure. But oh well, I guess you brushed it off!
When I was a kid I loved to break pieces off the blocks of horse salt and eat them. Getting pregnant cured me of that. The doc had a fit at the idea of eating that much salt- I didn’t tell him I stole it from the horses. 
I do that every time I go see my mare. I thought everyone did! My mare knows the difference between “regular”, “organic” and “organic petite” carrots and she’ll fight me for those last ones.
Same for the water from the hose or barn faucet. When I was pregnant, people who saw me drink from it were stupefied.
True confessions - In mud season I only groom my MudQueen where the tack goes. Otherwise I’d never have time to ride her.
Her stinky winter blanket is now in the garage and DH is NOT happy…
I have forgotten to bring a water bottle with me to do barn chores…and drank water out of a horse’s bucket when no one was watching.
Drinking out of the hose is for amateurs. If it is really hot and the hose is nowhere near me while I am riding and I start to get over heated, I have been known to get off the horse and scoop water out of the water trough.
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