you know you're horsey when . . .

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Your soft top car is known as "the barn conversion" due to the amount of hay left in it

No matter how careful you are you end up doing a highly important presentation at work with a few bits of hay in your hair

Wherever you are you're known as "the horsey lass"

You wear your wellie socks wherever you go during winter

The cleaner at work knows when you're on holiday as there's no mud/shavings under your desk

As you enter the local shop they immediately glace at your feet to confirm you've not dared to enter whilst wearing your wellies (again!)

Your handy under the bed drawers are now full of numnahs and rugs

You leave the house wearing 5 layers inc gloves, woolly hat and scarf but after mucking out you return sweating in just a t-shirt

Just a few things I've noticed just lately, anyone else got any? :-)
 
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You leave the yard after giving your horse her perfectly balanced nutrient rich dinner then have a cheese sarnie for your tea

JFTD what on earth happened there?? Lol
 
I regularly 'click' at my 3 year old son. I got a good few strange looks in the shop one time when he was in the way and I was trying to get to the till. I went 'and Reece.... WALK ON!" In my best upbeat lungeing voice.

Just tonight while admiring my friends new car the first thing I said was "just think how many feed bags and bales of shavings you could fit in that boot!" luckily she is horsey and was equally excited by this!

On the nursery run a couple of weeks ago I spotted a child slightly limping, on and off, and started trying to diagnose what the problem on the lame leg could be... just as well I realised it was a child and not a horse before I tried asking his mum to trot him up for me ;)
 
when you ask the cleaners to borrow their brushe because you forgot to pick up work shoes so only have your muddy yard trainers to wear - to make it worse I do admin on the wards at my local hospital so can't go round shedding mud everywhere!
 
JFTD said:
You've got a tongue, haven't you? :p
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Yep and it's forked :smile3:

I was thinking along the lines of a straw (not one from your bra) its well chewed so could probably suck it up :biggrin3:



Walking the dogs earlier, I watched Buddy walking in front of me and thought 'he's walking on 3 tracks'

I rang the Doctors a couple of weeks ago as I'd been instructed to take neurofen for 5 days for a painful elbow. I rang up to ask for a follow up appointment but it had to be with the same doctor as I'd done a bute trial - receptionist asked me to repeat myself, I think I got away with it......
 
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When you spend more time fixing the field shelter roof, than your do fixing your own house roof that is leaking like a sieve (but i can put a bucket under that ;) )

When you ask hubs to get you the 'bute' out of the cupboard coz your back is hurting.

When you get excited about buying some new "yard" boots.
 
your walking around tescos on a sunday afternoon, wondering why people are looking at you like you've escaped from the local mental hospital!

Whats wrong with blue and pink jods tucked into socks with the closest pair of running trainers and a grey hoody covered in a mysterious green marking?
 
kerrieberry2 said:
your walking around tescos on a sunday afternoon, wondering why people are looking at you like you've escaped from the local mental hospital!

Whats wrong with blue and pink jods tucked into socks with the closest pair of running trainers and a grey hoody covered in a mysterious green marking?
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I get that all the time, especially from the girls who are merrily doing the weekly shop in their pjs, with their hair in rollers. Only in Liverpool...
 
You manage to make it to 2pm at work before you realise you have a large bit of straw running down the back of your calf inside your tights.
 
When you get bemused looks from the mechanic when you take your car to be serviced and explain that its not going as well as it should; he just doesn't understand the lingo "its behind the movement and generally lacking in impulsion"!

Its a cold night and the central heating is playing up........ you bought a lovely warm cosy stable rug in the sales this afternoon so you sneak along to the tack room and stick it on the bed to keep warm!

You stick on your thermal/fleece lined jods at the end of October.......... and wear them, non-stop, all through the winter, even in bed (especially in bed!).

Your car is basically your overflow tack-room.........

You went for a test-drive in a car the other day; turned on the ignition and barked out "walk on", to the total confusion of the salesman!

In every single pocket of every single jacket you possess; there's the same assortment of articles: i.e. horse & pony cubes all manky, polo mints, riding gloves (filthy & whiffish, naturally), plus yards and yards of bailer twine.

Your definition of "dressing up" for a special occasion is basically finding a clean pair of jods.

OH can never get near the washing machine (as if he would:)) coz its always filled up with dirty rugs, tail bandages, travel bandages, numnah's, & dirty riding gear.

You skimp & struggle to pay the central heating bills, electricity, water etc., and shop at either a charity shop or a cheapie outlet, whichever's cheapest. You need to see the osteopath but as you're a bit strapped for cash it'll have to wait a bit. Your horse meanwhile, has a lovely warm stable, clean sweet bed, a nice new rug, farrier comes later in the week - and the equine physio & dentist are both booked:)
 
When your phone has a sticky coating due to being put in the same pocket as sugar cubes.

When every time you take off your jumper you scatter plaiting bands everywhere.

When your horse has better clothes than you.

When through the winter all of your belongings are covered with finely clipped horsehair.
 
Ha I click at everything to get it moving if that doesn't work I bark walk on to everything and anyone. Funny looks in Tesco for that one...

If I don't have straw and hay in all pockets, bra, hair, socks I think I've not been working hard enough in the yard.

wearing normal clothes instead of jods, boots and filthy hoodies is considered dressing up.

Deciding there's probably not much point in showering this morning as I'll be filthy within 3 minutes of opening the front door. (Poor husband)

I can't go anywhere in the car without hunting out bridleways.
I spend hours planing, hunting and figuring out new rides

I am also a permanent horse spotter when in the car and I lust after any bit of lush grass to the point it could be considered sexual.

I think about my horses etc about as much if not more than any teenage boy thinks about sex.

I stroke and treat dogs like they are horses.

Hmm....
 
MiJodsR2BlinkinTite said:
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You skimp & struggle to pay the central heating bills, electricity, water etc., and shop at either a charity shop or a cheapie outlet, whichever's cheapest. You need to see the osteopath but as you're a bit strapped for cash it'll have to wait a bit. Your horse meanwhile, has a lovely warm stable, clean sweet bed, a nice new rug, farrier comes later in the week - and the equine physio & dentist are both booked:)
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The plus side to this is that when going out with friends who arent particularly close to you they look pityingly at your knackered sandals in midwinter and offer to pick up the tab, you get your family picking you up extra 'buy one get one free' deals in the supermarket, colleagues dont make you take out the rubbish in your leaky shoes, car mechanics give you one glance and fix your punctured tyre for free - part of me wants to shout 'I'M NOT SKINT I JUST LOOK LIKE I AM!' and part of me thinks 'Hell no! I am milking this!'
 
You have a heap of ironing to do and 101 other jobs in the house but your horse is gleaming, field poo picked and your tack is spotless.
 
Love these comments- I also 'cluck' at everything.

Arriving at work means being de-strawed by my boss before I go to any customers.

I even found myself worrying that the car would shy at the spooky road works (lack of sleep might have been to blame for this)

Worrying about your horses bumps, cuts and back pain, but ignoring your own.
 
Your horse is shiny, trimmed, clipped and polished whilst your eye brows look like they are trying to merge with your hair line, your nails haven't seen nail polish in years, and you haven't seen your make up bag in two weeks.
 
I spend half an hour sorting Oscar's bed out, but I never make my own!
You know you're horsey when you can find spare headcollars, leadropes, numnahs, rugs and boots scattered around the house.
When you've replaced your coat rack with a bridle rack....
When you get to college covered in hay and shavings :P
 
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