I am a 1988 model living in the greatest state in the entire USA. I was born in Lubbock, but when I was six months old, my parents divorced, and my mom brought me down here to the town I currently live in...and I've been here ever since. I've only been to Lubbock a few other times; mainly, for family reunions or to see my dad, but even though I live far away from there, I willing admit that my heart seems to be fixated on that dry, flat land. I intend to move up there one day, but for now, I think I'll just stick around here because my family needs me.
"I was born loving horses," as my mom so affectionately says. Three horses of my own can bear witness to that. I don't know where I get it from, but ever since I was little, I knew my career would be based on the equine industry. However, I didn't decide which branch of career to take in that particular field until I got bit by the barrel racing bug when I was 15. Mom bought me my first barrel horse (not my first horse; that would be Prince, my Welsh pony) as an early Christmas present; her name was Candy. She had originally been bought as something for me to ride, as Prince had started bucking with me, so I didn't want to ride him anymore, and I wasn't knowledgable enough at that time to learn how to take care of it. However, after a rather awkward first trip through the barrels, I decided to give the sport a try. The woman who we bought Candy from was gracious enough to give me lessons, which instilled in me a foundation strong enough to carry my passion on strong wings. Since my first competition, I was hooked. For three years, I ran this fantastic little mare, clocking anywhere from the 3D to lower 2D; mostly 3D, though. Unfortunately, both of our careers were cut short after a freak occurance happened in the year of 2006. To make a long story short, my beautiful partner got killed by a heartless mountain lion, who I still hope to have killed one day.
A couple of years before Candy's untimely death, I was fortunate enough to receive a little piece of her that I still have to this day: her only daughter, Sassy. I got her as a two-year old with only about 10 rides on her, and from the very first time I ever rode her myself, I knew she was special. She was big, and black, and beautiful. However, her training didn't really kick off until after her mother died, when she was 4-5 years old. Sassy had a lot of desire and will to do the barrels, but it doesn't look like she's going to ever get the chance to compete in them, as a wire-cut on her ankle may have permanently ended her career before it ever began.
I know; I'm just unlucky. But luckily, something good has emerged.
She's a big, 16-hand mare by Another Hero, and out of Miss Bajou Bar (not misspelled). I named her Lexi, and I received her the day that Candy died, from her owner, who gave her to me out of the goodness of her heart. This big girl is nothing short of a gentle giant, and she is the smartest horse I've ever had the privilege to own. I really feel like God put her in my life for a reason, as there is just this sense of speciality (if that's even a word) about her...something regal. She's a princess, and I feel like she's my shot to get back into the sport that I love so much. I want more than anything to become a professional barrel racer. As I said, I love the sport, and I honestly feel that God has called me to be His servant in that area, where there are people in need of His love. As a side career, I'm thinking of becoming a novelist, and I think I'm off to a pretty good start. I love writing almost as much as I love horses. I may also consider singing, as well, as God gave me a talent for that, too.
I eventually plan to go back to college just to get my associate's degree in writing or English, or I may get a teaching degree, because I'd love to teach kids. If you want to know anything else about me, just send me a message, and I'll try to answer all of your questions to the best of my ability.