My old Kentucky home

Lexington, Kentucky is home of UK basketball, hot browns, bourbon, and some of the most famous Thoroughbred farms in the world.

Fayette County’s roads are lined with black board fence and stone walls, and around Valentine’s day the future Kentucky Derby winner is probably taking his first steps. Man’O War, Citation, War Admiral, Whirlaway, and Zenyatta all famous horses born and raised in the Bluegrass. I’ve been going to Lexington since I was knee high to a grasshopper and even now I am still mesmerized by wonderful area.

The Horse Park, University of Kentucky, Midway, Ashland and Keeneland are my usual destinations. But the real treasure is on the corner Russel Cave and Ironworks Pike, The Jot’em Down. It is a hole in the wall with a screen door that will reach out and touch you, but the biggest names in the Thoroughbred business can be seen watching UK basketball and talking up their young blood over an Ale81 and bologna sandwich. It is my kind of place.

The area surrounding New Circle Road is essentially an overpriced daycare for expensive lawn ornaments to the untrained eye, but I see opportunity, tradition, and history.  The farms that lay nestled in the rolling hills have been around for generations and are worth millions. Horses aren’t just a hobby in Kentucky, they are an industry that I am beyond eager to get into.


These boots are made for riding

I’m not going to lie, but I am really hard on a pair of shoes. I go through at least two pairs of boots every show season, but I will NOT give up on my lucky $35 custom boots… yes, $35 dollar custom boots.

My boots have earned a special place in my room and my heart.

Tall boots run about $1,100 dollars for me. I like my Der-Dau’s with the gator skin and silver monogram tag. But  in 8th grade I didn’t spend that much on boots… more like $200 Ariat’s.

It was July and I was helping an older lady with her horse when I busted the zipper in my boots. She let me wear old custom boots and they were perfect. I won every class that day, so instead of getting paid $35 to help this lady she gave me her boots. That was in 2009 and yes, I am still the same size.

Later that year, in a flat class, I was asked out on my first date in the boots and I had my first kiss in the boots. They are lucky. I have worn my boots in airports across the country, to Tiffany & Co in downtown Cincinnati, and to many riding banquets. They are well traveled. I was wearing my boots when I had my first car accident and when I met Bruce Springsteen.

If they don’t completely fall apart I guarantee I will wear them on my wedding day and I will probably get engaged in my boots (I will be sure to let my future fiance know about this plan) … it seems like fate is in their favor.