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I actually woke my husband up when I started coughing out of control at 4:00 this morning. He got up and started coffee. I tried to go back to sleep, but realized it was no use when I almost threw up from coughing so hard. I should probably go to the doc.
Well I got up and started reading my Western Horseman back issues. There was an article in there about foundation QH. I was trying to determine if I should spend the extra bucks to register my horse foundation bred. After reading the article I have even more questions.
My DH invited me to go down to the shooting range with him to set up and wait for his "Man Group" to show up for their monthly survival retreat. I agreed even though it was raining. I spend time with him whenever I can. Much to my dismay there was already a man waiting for us. Arrrgg. Oh well, just gives me an excuse to leave early and work on My tack room. Ahhh My tack room. I emphasize the word My because not to long ago it wasn't mine.

When we were first married and the barn belonged to my in laws it was just a storage place for everything that needed to go to the dump, but too much of a pain to take there. My tack room was just a dream in a corner of the barn where an old grain bin was stored. Well much to my in-laws dismay we bought a horse in foal. We cleaned out some of the barn, rebuilt a stall, built some pasture and started on My tack room. My father-in-law designed the tack room with my husbands help and together they built it.
I pictured a room with bare walls, where I could hang all my headstalls and the like, a couple of saddle stands and maybe a trunk to store stuff. I was kept a way from My tack room, until it was all finished. My DH would come home after work and head to the barn ,complaining if I wanted some attention. Once I was sternly told to leave him alone if I wanted My tack room finished. Of course my feelings were hurt. He told me he made some modifcations so he could keep some "stuff" in there too. Well I wasn't against sharing I just couldn't wait to put my tack in my very own tack room exactly where I wanted it.
Finally the time came. Mind you I was 9 months pregnant and a little emotional, but when I opened the door I wanted to scream. I couldn't even hide my dissappointment. The big wall was covered in shelving the next had a makeshift closet on it, the next was a high counter with shelves and my part of My tack room made for me was about 4 ft of wall that the door opened on to. There behind the door was my saddle stand and some nails pounded in the wall for a few of my headstalls. Needless to say My tack room turned into a "Man Room" for hunting accesories and tools. I was made to feel ungreatful and the room was officially taken over.

Fast forward a few years and we now own the house with the barn. The "Man Room" has moved to the basement and My tack room turned into a barn catch-all. I had to share with an in-law for a while, but today I have reclaimed it. It was built for me and it shall be mine ALL MINE.
I cleared the stuff out and have begun to paint the miss matched ply wood walls white. Then it came to me. I ran to the store to get some PURPLE paint for the shelving. It matches MY tack.

At the store I locked my keys in the car and had to call my DH for help, then I had to go get the kids from Grandmas and now I have to go feed my vets horses. The purple paint will have to wait until tomorrow.