You Might Be A Barrel Racer If:

You don't know the name of a fellow barrel racer, but you can describe her horse, the bit she uses, and what her time was last week.

Your child isn't old enough to walk yet, but she can already "sit", "rate", and "look".

You spend more money on your horse's food than you do on your food.

Your horse trailer has more square footage than your house.

Work/school always tries to get in the way of your barrel racing (but it doesn't succeed!)

You plan twice as much money into your budget for equipment for your horse than you do for your own clothing (and your husband's and your kid's....)

The only web sites you ever visit are barrelhorses.com - wpra.com - oh, and webbarrelracer.com

You've ever used 'feminine products' on your horse.

The ideal way to celebrate your birthday is going to a barrel race.

You have more bits than your city counterparts do shoes.

Scamper, Bozo, Hawk, Rocky, Dash and Troubles are household names to you.

You think black and blue is a normal color for shins and knees.

You communicate better with your horse than you do your husband.

Your idea of 'getting high' is the feeling you have when exiting the arena after an AWESOME run.

When it's time to shift gears on your truck, you find yourself reaching for your over-under.

You're driving your little commuter car to the grocery store and panic when you look in the rear view and don't see the trailer.

Your local office supply keeps large rubber bands in stock just for you.

You have to be careful when loping your horse near trash cans because he might just turn one!

Two piece reins? I thought they were broken!

You catch yourself yelling "whoa" to your daughter as she darts away from you.

Your horse will sidepass outside the gate without cue.

Any horse can run barrels. Even your husband's old roping horse seems to be showing barrel potential to you.

When emptying your pockets at the end of the day, you find a Chicago screw, 1/2 cup of arena sand, 3 sticks of hay, and 4 cents.

You can saddle and unsaddle faster than an Indy pit crew, including polo wraps.

Your vet, equine chiropracter, farrier, saddlemaker, and closest arena are all on speed dial.

You got lost on your last trip out of town. How? you took a right and two lefts.