Who is Jazz? The Beginning

Jazz is my little (13.3 hands) 12 year old bay tovero mare. She is registered PtHA, and we are working on getting her registered with the APHA. Here is the background on her:

   I remember it like it was yesterday. Both my parents came to pick me up from my grandmas house that night, which was odd. Usually its just my mom who comes. We all get into the truck, and I ask where we are going. "To see a horse, but we are JUST LOOKING", they said. My heart went straight to my throat. I was so excited I couldn't even speak (which is odd for a 9 year old girl) After what seems like forever, we pull up to the large barn. As I get out of the truck, my nose is filled with the wonderful aroma of horses, hay and dirt that I would come to know very well. We meet a woman at the door and follow her down the aisle of the barn, to the very last stall. I stand on my tip-toes and peek in. There she is, a little 9 month old filly, mostly white with a little brown spot over one eye. The adults talk back and forth, but I just watch the gorgeous horse in front of me, taking her in. I'd never been around a horse before, and she was perfect.
   Fast forward to now. She has just turned twelve, but has yet to be started, or handled much at all actually. It was the typical green on green equals black and blue situation. My mom thought she could handle her, but she couldn't, and she didn't want me handling her either. So she sat. Then we had a large change of circumstances, and Jazz and her buddy had to go and stay with a family member for a few years. Now I am able to take her back, and have enough training experience under my belt to feel comfortable taking on the task of training her. If all goes well, she will be bred to SRB Formula One in the spring of 2012, for a 2013 foal. Jazz's dam was a black appendix, who I am trying to find more information about. Her sire, a dun tobiano who from what I have heard has some of the best cutting lines in Washington State.
  Now for the good part, the pictures :) I went out today to get pictures, so these are as recent as it gets. I will say this. I live in Washington, and its spring time. Its muddy. The horses have 10 acres of lush, green pasture to graze in, but since I was down at the barn, they wanted to be down there as well.

The closest to a conformation shot I could get by myself