It’s hard to get back into the groove of this. I would love to lie and say 2018 was a wonderful breeze. As my mom would say, let’s not “tell stories”. For anyone that doesn’t know what that means, “telling stories” is the gentle way southern mom’s tell you she knows you’re lying. If she…… Continue reading Snow Day!
Sunday was a really weird ride. Virginia realized she’d hit her snooze too often, and that it was actually mid October and that this Fall season thing needed to happen. It literally went from high 80s to 50s over night. The barn hadn’t switched turnout from night to day yet because of the temps. So Sunday…… Continue reading Strength over progress
Back when I was at the very naive age of 19-ish, and having grown up in our very cultured, but safe life, I had a riding instructor tell me the naughtiest joke I had ever heard in my entire life. Holding her fingers roughly three to four inches apart she asked me, “Why women are…… Continue reading NSFW: Portion control and why I am grateful for T2DM.
So, I did better that first week with a work schedule for Tricia. I was aiming for three days a week and have only averaged two these last two weeks. Since we both had essentially been off since May, I guess this isn’t too bad-especially because Virginia is confused that it’s actually Fall, today was…… Continue reading One degree at a time.
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