Fun fact about me, I’m a closet redneck. Actually, it’s not even closeted, I’d proudly wear my poo kickers all day long and rope cattle weekly if given the choice. Sadly, I no longer live in a western town and have since traded my Cowboy boots for Calvin Kleins.
I grew up riding and it will forever be a passion of mine. I love the equine world and someday hope to upgrade my cookie-cutter home to a smelly, dirty, animal-filled farm. Oh, one can dream…
If it weren’t for my HOA and my husbands’ common sense we would be cuddling up to piglets and calves in our bed right now.
My daughter shares in my passion and has also been riding from a young age, so we were extremely excited to hear her school was offering a field trip to the Arabian Horse Show. Last week her school took us on a field trip to the recycling center where we learned about waste and watched garbage trucks for the day. This was an upgrade. (Side mention- I am totally that mom that goes on all her field trips. I know, so annoying, right??)
My husband even decided to tag along on this one and we turned it into a nice little family outing.
If you live in Arizona or in the Scottsdale/Phoenix area, I highly suggest you check it out if you are into horses and equine. It’s located at Westworld of Scottsdale. They have several different horse exhibits, offer horseback riding, presentations, boutique-style shopping, and of course, beer, which my husband enjoyed.
We took an art class while there on how to draw an Arabian horse- (Thank you to the live horse that modeled nude for us to replicate, I know that took courage.)
Husbands’ horse- looked like a sleazy anime pornstar, truly, he gave it a smokey eye that sent out the wrong horse signals.
Daughters’ horse- looked like a cartoon horse that you would expect a fourth-grader who is not a natural-born artist to draw.
My horse- an overcooked sausage with a horse head and legs. I later turned it into a Unicorn to try and mask my horrid art skills by turning it into a work of ‘creativity’.
Needless to say, you will not be finding our original work sharing the walls with a Picasso or Van Gogh in the near future.
We got our share of horse snuggles and love in, I was particularly fond of a handsome Arabian named Mag. We also got our fair share of whining in from my daughter once we left. We need to buy a horse, build a stable in our backyard, and how her life, overall, basically sucks. Ah, kids.
So to all my Arizona friends, check it out while it’s in town! It was completely worth smelling like manure for. Speaking of, I need to hop in the shower.
Until next time, friends-