You know you're a horsey person when...

other people doodle through boring meetings...you pick bits of hay off your trousers, shirt, cardi, sock, hair, need I go on!
 
You put your hand in your jacket pocket half way up a mountain in deepest darkest Wales, hundreds of miles from your horses, and pull out a weigh tape and a load of plaiting bands?

You get through the exposed ridge paths on the aforementioned mountain by "shouldering in" to the rockface.

You plan xc courses across all the land you can see out of the car window on a long journey.
 
You think " that would be a fun feild to gallop across" going past farmers feilds.

You click at and bum hips with your dad to get him to move over in the kitchen and the scary thing is he does :D

You and family have no problem talking about wound healing, bone exposed, granulation tissue and bandage changing while eating a Maccy d while every one else is going green!:o
 
You're driving along and suddenly see a potential spook-hazard to your left behind the hedge ... you tighten your right hand on the steering wheel a little and then are quite surprised when the car doesn't leap sideways :o

(If you're REALLY beyond help, you then tell your car what a good, brave girl she is ...)

*disclaimer - I have never done the last part. I have a gelding ;)*
 
When owners turn up to the yard wearing perfume/whatever it is men wear (mind gone blank!) and you think they smell strange .. :D
 
Mrs B said:
You're driving along and suddenly see a potential spook-hazard to your left behind the hedge ... you tighten your right hand on the steering wheel a little and then are quite surprised when the car doesn't leap sideways :o

(If you're REALLY beyond help, you then tell your car what a good, brave girl she is ...)

*disclaimer - I have never done the last part. I have a gelding ;)*
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My friend nearly went off the road with me as a passenger and all the way steering out of the skid she was going "Whoa, Whoa, Steady!"
 
You get asked politely to leave Tesco's because your caked in mud up to the knee (boggy clay soil) :o
 
You tell your (thankfully horsey!) friend that you can't meet for coffee as you've gone lame and are on box rest :o
 
your fb page is full of pics of the nags and your friends comment telling you they are your children.

you think it would be funny to update your status to say your horse has had his first poo in his stable, like people do when their potty training their kids!

or your car is so dirty every one comments when you finally clean it, and its dirty again in one day :)
 
WelshD said:
You take off your bra and a shower of hay falls to the ground
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This and worst case senario you go to the loo after filling 30-40 haynets and find hay in your knickers! :eek:

You meet unhorsey people and they think you stink but horsey friends with no horse basically grab you to inhale the lovely smell!

You stand in line at the shops after mucking out 30 odd stables including trapsing through the muck heap and go *sniff sniff* what is that smell?!... then you realise it's you! :eek::o

You go to pat wheelbarrows after "working" them :rolleyes:

You click at the dog to make her "walk on" (and conversely shout "come!" to recall the horse in the field :rolleyes:)

You talk constantly about your horse/ horse related things to un-horsey friends in a way akin to a first time parent talking about their child "oh you'll never guess what Loki did today! He picked up all four feet for hoof picking without an ounce of fuss! :D He was such a good boy, I'm really proud of him!" :p

Every fallen tree in the woods and the surrounding ground is scrutinised for XC jumping suitability

You look sadly on huge beautiful fields empty or containing a few sheep and think "*sigh* that would be perfect to keep horses on"

You look at every field with horses on to see if you like it better than your own and draw up lists of pros and con comparisons between the two

You try to get everyone who shows even the barest hint of intrest to agree to at least try riding/ patting/ grooming a horse because it's the best.thing.ever!

Your cupboard becomes full of random odds and sods of the horse world, spare bits of bridle, bits, tack cleaner, girths, saddle cloths, spare leg straps for rugs.

You collect headcollars like a normal person collects ornaments

Even though you have never plaited your own horse you still manage to have a few plaiting bands in a jacket pocket

You are constantly on the alert for anything that shouldn't be in the field like rubbish or poisonous plants

Your plans for the week include cleaning your geldings bits :o, poo picking, cleaning out the water trough... again, ragwort pulling and all the other glamorous jobs

You get a massive high from accomplishing seemingly small goals that preiviously had been unobtainable, like getting the mighty steed to stand bleedin still whilst mounting ;)

I could go on for ever ha ha! :D
 
sandi_84 said:
You get a massive high from accomplishing seemingly small goals that preiviously had been unobtainable, like getting the mighty steed to stand bleedin still whilst mounting ;)
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or me today, I managed to stroke my mini on the nose! even thought he's a massively scared un-catchable pony! I feel soooooo pleased I could touch he nose! he must be starting to trust me haha!
 
From your spot on the sofa you can reach out and touch at least six horsey things

You get sad when the trees grow their leaves and you cant admire the horsey places along your journey to work (to the person who has a lovely place with a smashing school adjacent to the M6 in the Midlands I am seriously jealous!)
 
...you have the following conversation quite openly and unselfconsciously in Nando's. *ahem* "My left arm is very sore because I was riding Pablo yesterday and he was very stiff and was swinging out of my hand". Que Son hiding his face and sliding under the table. :)
 
You prefer shopping for horse rugs/ food/ clothes to wear at the yard than normal clothes shopping

You casually walk into Tesco having just been up the yard
 
You only realise how much you smell when the heating in the car starts working and you have to do the shopping. At least the queue in the supermarket moves more quickly!
 
ZondaR said:
...you have the following conversation quite openly and unselfconsciously in Nando's. *ahem* "My left arm is very sore because I was riding Pablo yesterday and he was very stiff and was swinging out of my hand". Que Son hiding his face and sliding under the table.
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HAHA!!
 
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