It’s really insane. We talked about my blood sugar numbers being a little erratic and high after Tricia’s move and the wedding. I let up, followed the carb values listed on the suggestion diet and ended up with some crazy numbers. I had swing from 52 to 226 one day. So for reference for anyone…… Continue reading Magic Numbers!
When Tricia was younger she was the head mare. She owned that field and watched everything that went on in it. But she evolved into this role because her mom was 19 when she had Tricia, and her other field mate, Little Man, was exactly (like almost to the day) 15 months younger than T…… Continue reading Frenemies
Tricia moved the weekend my cousin Emily was married in GA…and two weeks into me starting my new job! Emily and Tony had an AMAZING wedding. She was beautiful, he was handsome, and we are soooo excited for them as they grow in their lives together!! Tricia moved early on Wednesday, it was a balmy…… Continue reading Adventures…and counting
Tricia’s in NC. She’s been there a couple of weeks now. I miss her terribly, but the “getting to there” was a good thing. My friend Kat, an extremely talented and empathetic horse person and rider (any one in NoVA who wants an amazing woman to work their horses, please let me know!) rode her…… Continue reading She’s a Carolina Girl…erm, right now anyway.
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.