By Ambassador Laurel Hanna
I am a 35 year old momma of two beautiful girls, Savannah and Larken. Savannah is 15 and from my previous marriage and Larken is two months! Big age difference, I know I know. I am married to a wonderful man who owns a heating and air company. We have been married six years this October. He has become a fabulous horse show husband and dad, much to his surprise!
We have two dogs, Maverick an old black lab and Tatum, a sweet dumb as a post Pitbull. We also have a cat named Toes, who is polydactyl and therefore uses her extra digits to cause as much chaos as possible. I am a licensed vet tech and work in a local specialty practice in surgery. I love monograms, tulips, and country music and have seen Kip Moore in concert more times than I can count. No, seriously. I lost count. I’ve gone clear across the country to see him and one of my horse’s show name is Up All Night after his debut album.
Now on to the horses in my life. I have two off the track thoroughbreds. I love the versatility of the thoroughbred horse. My mare is Helen; she is a 2003 baby sired by the great Broken Vow. I traveled to meet him in Lexington, and let’s just say he lives a better life than I do. Her half-sister earned over a million dollars in winnings on the track. Sadly, Helen did not inherit this athleticism. She seems to be the most accident prone animal on the property and now lives the life of luxury as a beautiful lawn ornament. My second horse, a gelding named Nemo, is bred out of no one from no where and seems to have the best work ethic of any animal I’ve ever had the honor to sit on. He is a super sassy 2007 chestnut. Unfortunately, I do not have the talent or guts to bring him along, and let my trainer have the ride until he’s a bit more seasoned! Antics are sure to follow…
Since my life seems to be a constant game of comeback kid, I get the honor of riding and showing our pony, Pretty In Pink. She is a saint who tolerates me most days and seems to get around a course on autopilot while I mentally have a total breakdown. My daughter rode her in cross rails to many, many ribbons but has since moved on to bigger and better things while I thank my lucky stars the pony still is willing to pack me around!