LOL JumperEq…what grade are you in?
Your welcome ErinB, but you may have to beat up your little “friend” here for stealing your man…I think it’s time to join forces again (quick! Go find your cool ring!)
AHHHH my bridle broke 
Anyone know of any good not-incredibally-expensive bridles?
Nope. 
Erin*Lizzy AKA Elizardbreath
Weddings may be for sissies, but if Bevals had a gift registry I’d marry just about anyone. 
~Erin Lizzy
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Most of the new horses up here have to have a 3-5 hr plane ride to get. We like the ones from Washington or California. My trainer goes down to Cali every once in a while to “test drive” a bunch of horses.
spaz, me too! Elizabeth was hot:(! im going to be in a foul mood for the rest of the night now. LOL, wow, i love this whole ‘reality TV’ thing way too much; its not healthy. 
(ina betty davis voice) Dahling we must get together sometime, it’ll be mavelous!!!
lol, I will when my email starts to work again!
Pony Person
My friend once tried to ride in her bikini top but not only did the grooms stare at her, it kept sliding down when she posted.
Emily
I’m assuming that if we want to be in the junior clique we are supposed to fill out one of these? I’m a little confused so just bear with me…
Horse or Pony: Rockford (Kirby), Corporate Raider (Raider)
Height: 17.1, 17.0
Sex: gelding, gelding
Age: 7, 12
Color: bay, bay
Markings: none, little itty bitty star
Personality: Kirby- really really sweet, he thinks he’s a dog; sorta lazy too (warmblood mentality I guess), Raider- sweet, he likes his job
Ability/Talent/Skills: Kirby- equitation/large junior, Raider- jumper/eq
Tack Brands
Saddle: I have a sovereign…it’s cheap but I love it
Bridle: Beval
Girth: Beval
Martingal/Breastplate: same as bridle I guess
Boots: Beval and Eskadron (sp?)
Show Apparel
Please note color, brand, & size
(um, no, I don’t have THAT much spare time on my hands, but I’ll sum it up for ya)
Jackets: navy blue, green, brown
Shirts: WAY to many to count or put on here
Breeches: 4 way stretch TSs, 28L
Boots: custom Vogels
Gloves: i dunno what kind those are
Helmet: unapproved something…International maybe?
Hairnet/Bows&Braids: brown hairnets
Blanket/Sheet Sizes: 82, 80
Cooler/Scrim Sizes: same
~~Megan~~
ErinB, you know, if we teamed up…great things could happen. We could rule the boards with our million dollar horses and Butets…think about it.
Okay everyone, what are some good sites otherthan Horse Classifieds and Dream Horse to put horses for sale on?
~~Erin B~~
Chapter Two:
Night Light was injured. Badly. The veterinarian said he may never jump again, but Samantha didn't care.
Three days after the show, Alex walked by Night Light, who had been moved to a more spacious stall. He was wrapped and wearing one of his seven monogrammed Grand Champion award coolers from various shows. Of course, he didn’t need to wear it, but Samantha liked it on every minute that he wasn’t wearing his custom blanket or fancy plaid sheet. Night Light looked happy to see her. It was obvious that, since he was unrideable, Sam hadn’t taken care of him at all. All his medical needs were attended to by one of the stablehands. Alex looked at the newly posted sign that gave specific instructions on Night Light’s care. She sighed. What a shame to end Night Light’s promising career like this.
It was early in the morning, the dew was still settled on the grass. Alex crunched on her Machicho Pops and sipped her apple juice. The phone rang, and her mother, clad in hair rollers, a pink terry robe, and bunny slippers, answered the phone (which was messy considering she was still wearing her avocado-oatmeal face mask). She held it away from her and yelled "Hello, Meekins Residence". Just then, Alex's dad walked in, and Mrs. Meekins handed over the phone and headed to her bathroom to wash off the mask.
“Dan Meekins here”, said her father. Over the phone, he heard a familar voice, although he couldn’t quite match it to a face. “Hello, I’m inquiring about your young jumper, Country Dale.”
“Yes?”, said Mr. Meekins, “well, he’s not for sale currently…”
“Would you still say that to $5,000”?, inquired the voice. Mr. Meekins declined. “My final offer is fifteen grand. What do you say to that?” Mr. Meekins stopped to consider. “Well, that’s a bit different. To whom am I speaking?”
“Oh, I’m sorry! I am Harriet Isquirdo, you know, your daughter’s friend Samantha’s mother.”
"Oh, yes, yes, and I am sorry to hear about the two tragedies, your poor grandfather and now the injury to your horse. " said Mr. Meekins.
The woman paused, and then replied, “Yes, Samantha is just heartbroken over her loss, and we’re desparately in the market for a new horse, however we cannot afford the extravagent perfection of her previous jumper. She will have to settle for less than the best, so that’s why we’re inquiring about your daughter’s little horse.”
Mr. Meekins sighed. “Yes, yes, I’m sure you’ll get your horse. I will talk to Alex and my wife. Again, I offer my utmost sympathies.” He then hung up the phone, waited for a minute, then began to dial a number.
Only a few moments later, the phone rang at the Isquirdo’s house. Samantha answered. Mr. Meekins, not knowing Sam’s voice, said cheerfully, “Mrs. Isquirdo, I have talked it over with my family, and Country Dale is yours. Just give me the check and I’ll fill out the papers”. Samantha grinned from ear to ear, then said “Oh, yes, Mr. Meekins. I’ll tell Samantha. She’ll be thrilled”. She hung up the phone and began to hum happily.
Alex was lying face down on her bed, sobbing. She looked up as the doorbell rang and tried to piece herself back together. Slowly she dragged towards the door. Throwing it open, she saw the smirking face of Samantha. “Hello, Alexis”, she began. Alex’s face was red with tears. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t talk to her right now. “Guess what Alexis! You’re little horsie got sold. So sad.” Alex blinked, uncaring, and slowly gripped the cold metal doorknob and began to push it towards Samantha. As it closed, Alex mumbled slowly, “Bye-bye”. The door closed, and Alex stumbled back up the stairs, plopped on her bed face down, and resumed her mournful crying. “I just can’t believe they sold my horse! And to Samantha! I can’t take it anymore, I just can’t”, she stuttered.
Meanwhile, Samantha had biked back quickly, her auburn blowing in the wind, on her lavander ten speed to her own house. Bursting through the front door, she hugged her mother happily and said, "Oh, Mummy, thank you so much for my new little horsie!" Mrs. Isquirdo looked down at her daughter inquisitively. "What horse, Samantha?" Samantha said, "Why, the Meekins show jumper, Country Dale, that you agreed to buy for me". Mrs. Isquirdo shook her head vigorously. "Samantha, you know we can't afford another horse right now. I thought we had already talked about that".
“But Mummy, you clearly said to Mr. Meekins that you were willing to buy him”. Samantha’s mother frowned. “Samatha, don’t give me this nonsense. I did no such thing. Now run a brush through your hair. We have a mainicure appointment today.” The subject was dropped without further argument.
Alex reluctantly got out of bed. She knew it was Monday. “Muffins dear, time to get”… A loud clatter of pots and pans came from below… “Never mind sweets, rest a while, no muffins this morning” hollered Mrs. Meekins.
“Yeah, yeah mom, we all know there are never any muffins, there is only half cooked batter when you’re around!” giggled Alex good naturedly.
She ate her mother’s rather burnt eggs and walked out the door.
As she slowly approached the small private school she shared with 64 other girls, she noticed a girl she’d never seen before standing uncertainly in front of the door. Alex
ran into school, dropped her bookbag in her locker, and walked up to the new girl. “Hey”, she said perkily. “I’m Alex Meekins, are you new around here? I’ve never seen you before”.
The girl smiled shyly. “Yes, I’m new. My name is Mistie Clark, not to be mistaken with the famous equitation trainer Missy Clark”. Alex smiled. “Oh, you ride?” Mistie scuffed one toe against the ground. “Yes, a little.” Just then the bell rang. Alex gave Mistie one last wave and turned towards her eighth grade class.
Later that day when she was walking to the barn, she glanced behind her and to her suprise saw Mistie. “Hey, what are you doing here?” she called to her. Mistie sprinted up. “Do you board your horse here?” Mistie asked panting. Alex looked at her, confused. “Um, yeah. You have a horse? I thought you only rode a little bit.” Mistie shrugged, and mumbled, “Well, you know, trail riding, that sort of thing I guess you’d say.”
As they walked up to the barn, a wild-eyed Samantha ran up to Mistie. “Oh, Melissa”, she said. "Your horse must be the most beautiful animal on this earth! I was reading about you in the Chronicle of the Horse today, about how you were champion of the junior jumper division at Devon last year. What an amazing feat, but I’m sure it’s no problem with a horse like Ostinato. Alex noticed that Mistie looked uneasy.
“Mistie, you’re not just a trail rider, are you?.. wait, you’re…”
“Melissa Clark. Yes, I’m totally serious! She’s at Somewhere Farms, and she brought her jumper Ostinato. They call him Austin. She also brought her hunter Incognito, that is one of the most desired green prospects in the country… And she goes to our school! Can you imagine?” Alex was squealing excitedly into the phone as Nicki skittered around her house trying to find something to wear over to Alex’s. Nicki couln’t believe what she was hearing, such a famous rider at her barn, it was almost, no it was, unbelievable!
“So, you actually talked to her… like, in person? You like, you waved to her in school? Oh my gosh, Alex, that is so cool!”. Nicki burst through the door to Alex’s room and sat down on the bed next to Alex.
“Yeah, and as soon as I brush my hair, we can leave for the barn. You should see her horses, they’re so beautiful”.
Nicki nodded. “I bet they are”.
Alex quickly brushed her hair, then the two girls got their bikes and peddled for the barn. Upon arrival, they noticed that Mistie and Sam had already left, but the aisleway by Austin and Incognito’s stalls had been swept clean, and that Mistie’s trunks had been set down and put in a choice spot in the eastern tack room that Samantha shared with six other riders.
Nicki looked at Alex. “Oh great, I see that Sam’s convinced her to reside in the snob room. We should have been here sooner”. Alex smiled, unconcerned. “Oh well, Nick, it doesn’t matter. Let’s go say hello to her horses”.
Alex headed down the aisle, followed by Nicki. They stopped first by Austin’s stall. The horse was an impressive seventeen hand bay Dutch Warmblood. He poked his head over the blue stall guard that separated his stall from the center asisle, and Alex gave him a pat, noticing for the first time the perfect white star in the middle of his forehead. Nicki came up behind her, and sighed. “Oh wow, Alex, you weren’t kidding when you said he was pretty!” Alex smiled.
“Yeah, and he’s got a show record that puts Night Light to shame. Look at this,” she said, pointing to an award cooler hanging on his stall. “Champion at Devon. Can you believe this guy?”.
Alex then strutted over to Incognito’s stall. She looked at a piece of paper hanging by his door. “Nicki, come look at her hunter!”. Nicki came over and looked at the paper. “It says here that Incognito’s barn name is Ink, that he’s a sixteen point two hand Thoroughbred, and that he’s got allergies so please don’t feed him flaked hay”, Alex said.
Ink came over to the door. Ink was just as beautiful as Austin. The gray gelding reached over and nudged Nicki’s arm. She laughed. “So, what kind of show record does this one have, Alex?” Alex thought for a minute. “Well, no major shows as of yet since he’s still in training, but he’s done the pre-greens with a major trainer and he’s eventually going to be Mistie’s junior hunter, from what I’ve heard.”
“So, is Mistie like, a major snob? Is she all stuck up because of her horses and riding?” asked Nicki.
“No”, said Alex, “And that’s the funny thing. She seemed almost… I don’t know, embarrassed I guess, when Sam asked her about her horses. It’s like she doesn’t want anyone to know she rides.” Nicki raised her eyebrows. “I wonder why that would be, Alex. I’d be letting everyone know!” Alex shrugged. “Who knows. Well, I personally have had enough of guessing games for one day. Let’s go ride!”
Dad can I PWEESE have me $50…
To cute!!! In the moon house refrigerator we will have only potatoes…pickles…and ranch dressing…other things may be added
~EM
I get to start with the Golden Butet
sure jibby! if you can catch up on the last 57 pages hehe
Loo Ba Goo, ba shoo ErinB. Ga Doo pa lagandee.
wow! I started a trend! who hoo@!
I am Phat, not to be confused with Fat, which could save you hundreds of dollars in poop, so stop calling me!
SPAZZZ!!! ::bighug:: YOU’RE STILL HERE! Whoops I just got an email, hopefully from you and not those creepy sites that send me junk all the time lol.
Erin*Lizzy
Okay how about I transport my room to your place? I’d die to live in Fla!! dreams of the tropical Florida weather
i heard that suvs are very unsafe cars for both the people in them and the people in other cars. cuz the suvs roll very easily (not good) and if they hit passenger cars in the side they cause a lot of damage to the passenger car. i just read that somewhere.
i’m doing my history homework and i can’t find manchuria, senegal, or montenegro.
Ooooh we should start a recipe club!
I don’t think we want a Junior forum until we’ve made it to the 100th page!! WE HAVE TO MAKE IT TO 100!!! And people have already asked about a Jr forum and the moderators have said no. And I think it would die down too much. There wouldn’t be much on it, let alone much horsey stuff LOL. We might as well just keep posting on here and see how far we can go. Lets try and make it to page 85 tonight OK?! 
