I was primarily raised in the Carolinas and Georgia, in the Methodist church, by Mid-western born parents with a dad that majored in hospitality management. My maternal grandmother was a spectacular entertainer-from the food, to the table setting, to the flower and candle arrangements, and somehow she managed to look fabulous while doing all of…… Continue reading One day, I’m gonna make onions cry…
I rode Tricia for the first time in literal months. Like six months. No rider, just mom coming around to feed her treats off and on. She was essentially on a horsey summer vacation, just being spoiled by our wonderful barn manager and eating her fill of lush grass. This may seem completely silly, but…… Continue reading Nuthin’ humble about this brag
Yes, it’s September. No, it’s not quite Fall yet…Those days are gone, and we can never look back. If you’re still hanging out with me, thank you. Since the death of my grandmother last October, until now it’s been a roller coaster year. They are not usually like this! After January it was back and forth…… Continue reading The Boys of Summer
All of you are really smart. I am pretty sure you can guess what the problem with nine degrees is…IT’S EFFING COLD! So cold, in fact, that our pipes have frozen twice. Weee! (that’s the sound of money rushing from our wallet.) Oh, and an interior pane in our double pane windows edge failed and then cracked…… Continue reading The problem with 9 degrees…
There are changes afoot in our little world. Some of them I am not ready to share–they are my little secret for a little while longer. Other things I am not emotionally ready to tell the world. Sorry world. What I can tell you is that diabetes is a bitch. My diabetes doesn’t like any…… Continue reading Keto Suiza
I cannot believe that it’s October! This year has flown by! It’s been some time since I’ve said hello, and all of this was not twiddling thumbs. In the interim I have been completing a Master’s in Public Health-Nutrition. The course work has kept me busy, and I am in a full time internship-though I…… Continue reading The dancing horses.
I got hurt doing Crossfit. Not badly, but a pretty decent muscle pull. “Personal training Crossfit” and “just doing classes Crossfit” are two majorly different things. I didn’t realize at the time just how much care Trent (the trainer) was taking in creating my weekly torture sessions. I was always challenged, but never felt like I…… Continue reading The Arts of War