Stardom?

Storm decided that being a star was not on his list of cool things. He got professional pictures taken yesterday so he can go on the back of a magazine. But... he would much rather stand in a field and get fat than get beautified.

He was highly irritated with me when I attempted to bathe him. I came to the conclusion that he doesn't like water near his eyes, his ears, his mane, his rear end, or literally anywhere. Tough luck dude!

He let me know that he was not happy. He fought me, pulled on the lead rope constantly, pinned his ears,and called for his friends. The rest of the day he walked around with a bee in his bonnet. Hopefully his wrath has lessened a bit today.
But even though he doesn't like the life of a star, I still think he is a star. A spoiled, grumpy, and picky star, but a star nonetheless.

The Loft

I have three very great fears... rather silly ones but they are fears.

1. the Dark (hate it)

2. Heights

3. Spiders (not knowing where they are)



Well, our hay loft puts all three together. Today was my day to go up in the loft and throw down hay (Melissa did it last time), and as I drove to the boys I pondered this. There was no way I could get out of it, I HAD to do it. When we arrived, I trudged into the barn. "Here it goes" I thought. I carefully placed the 10 foot ladder up against the opening into the loft. This opening is rather odd... probably 3' by 3' feet and at a weird angle and in order to get in you have to place the ladder almost completely vertical. I flew up the ladder (my thought is that if you get up faster then you can get off of it faster) and came to the opening of the loft. Complete and utter darkness awaited me there as I grabbed the beam high above my head. The next move was to place one foot on the ledge to my left that was 3 inches and the other foot on the 2 inch ledge to the right that was against the wall. Then with my feet spread wide apart I placed my elbows in front of two beams and proceeded to hoist myself into the loft. Not a pretty picture, but that's what you have to do. When that was done I was laying on the floor of the loft and then had to roll over to get completely in. "Ooooooh and its dark, and there are spiders" I said out loud. Finally I stood up, but the ordeal was not over. I had to find the string to turn the light on. This string is amongst all sorts of spider webs and gross stuff. This is the time that I become Hannah the "Brave", or at least I try to. I found the light and everything was good, well almost. I threw down the hay bales.... 1, 2, 3.... all the way up to 8 until I ran across one that I was sure has spiders. "I'll just get the others and leave that one for Melissa" I thought. But I didn't... I had to get that one out of the way in order to get more, and besides that would have been mean to leave it. So down went the "spider" bale. *shudder*. After a few more, it was time to come down. The light went off and the process began all over again, this time backwards.

I am not deathly afraid of bringing hay down, but I used to be. There was a period of about 8 months where I could not go up into the loft because I was too scared. Then I got over it. It is part of being a country girl!!!! Yay for the country, for horses, for hay, and for LOFTS!

My Boy

A little short, blonde hair, and brown eyes that can melt your heart. Very athletic, a good jumper, fast runner, mischievous, and all out adorable. A great listener, compliant, eager to please, super smart, and sensitive. That's my boy!!!! Look at him! Isn't he just the cutest thing you have ever seen?!?!?!






His full name is Strongheart 3RF, but we call him Storm. He is my boy and I am his girl. I named him Strongheart because I liked the idea of having a strong heart through life, and he has lived up to that name. His nickname: Storm, originated from my favorite basketball team. Oddly enough Storm has a distinct lightning bolt across his left eye!!

I have been with him ever since day one, even before. When his mom was giving birth to him, I helped her. Both her and Storm almost died, but the Lord kept them both alive. I helped him stand up for the first time, gave him grain for the first time, put the halter on him for the first time, and rode him for the first time.

He is a beautiful golden color with a cream mane and tail that wave in the wind when he gallops. Energy, naughtiness, and loyalty are some words I would use to describe him. The days that I am tired and go to ride him he is always naughty and somehow I have to find more energy that day. He knows my buttons, knows what makes me happy, and knows what he can do to make life more "interesting". He loves to go fast which is good because so do I. There is nothing like the feeling of going top speed... you can't hear anything besides the wind in your ears and the thunder of hooves, mane is in your face and tears begin to gather in your eyes because you are going so fast!! Wow! It is absolutely amazing!

Storm is smart... sometimes too smart. If I am not paying attention he will take advantage of it. When I teach him something new, he gets it right away. Sometimes he pretends he doesn't remember something, but he is just testing me. You can almost see the glint in his eye as he pulls some mischievous trick. I can never stay mad at him for long because he is so cute and funny.

The bond between horse and human is something very special. I had the privilege of training Storm's parents... they were my two most favorite horses, that is until he came along. When the Lord took them away from me... he gave me Storm. Storm has listened patiently to countless school stories, to dreams of becoming jumping stars, and to my non-stop babble.








I still dream of the two of us becoming jumping stars but who knows... the Lord does. Hopefully Storm will be there for my kids to ride! What fun! If you ever want to meet this special guy... let me know! Hopefully soon he can give people rides. I am so grateful to the Lord for horses and especially for Storm! I feel extremely blessed to have a horse of my own!