My new word is poop. Everything is poop. I have settled on poop because it’s more socially acceptable than me dropping the f bomb every other sentence. Plus, I’ve never written a blog title with overt obscenities in the title so I’m trying to hold on to that little shred of dignity. On top of all the grief, having your husband die is a giant pain in the ass. When you have lived with someone for over seven years, life…
I’ve been sleeping a lot better lately, but I’m overwhelmingly tired all the time. I start this post off with that fact mostly because I’m pretty sure the rest of it is going to be incoherent babbling. I haven’t had much motivation to do anything the past few days. Having people around means that it’s pretty obvious if you don’t get out of bed until never or if when you do get out of bed the only thing you manage…
The morning of the memorial I didn’t want to get out of bed. People flew in from around the country to remember my husband and support me, but I didn’t want to face it. I had previously picked out a funeral home based off of online reviews and the kind face of a white haired man who had been in the business for 60 something years. He was gentle, and he didn’t try to upsell me anything. I knew he would…
Social media is a funny thing in situations like these. For the first few days after Tim’s passing, it was pretty much radio silence through my typical social media channels. There were a lot of calls to make, and I didn’t want anyone in the inner circle to find out through a Facebook post. I’m sure I missed some people, but I tried to keep the news as personal as possible. By day two of telling people, “personal” ended up…
I write this blog for a lot of reasons, admittedly some of them selfish, but I knew posting about Tim’s death would be something I needed to do for myself. I did not expect the sheer amount of condolences, support and love I received from it yesterday. My phone, e-mail and Facebook blew up for hours and hours and hours. I cried a lot over all your comments and well wishes, because part of me is mourning the fact that…
I’ve used the term heart broken before many times. I’ve probably used it on this blog, but I never knew why this phrase entered into the English language until now. There is a physical, dull ache in my heart. It feels like a hole that will never be full again. It feels like I’m being ripped apart at times, and numb to everything at others. It feels that way because my husband is dead. About two weeks ago, I enjoyed…
Today I’m happy to bring you a super cute, versatile OTTB… Skye! Skye is owned by Courtney, an awesome blog reader. 🙂 Let’s learn more about him! What is his registered name? Elsberry (Barn name Skye, showed as “Skye’s the Limit”). He got the name Skye because when we trailered him home from the sale barn there was a gorgeous sunset sky for most of the ride home. Lineage? Sire: That’s a Nice, Dam: Hugit Tuff (nothing famous) Did your OTTB…
Even though the skies are stormy here this week (thanks tropical storm Bill!), I’m still a big fan of sun shirts. Being blonde with green eyes, I basically am Norweigan and don’t tan well. Plus I’m a bit of a hunter/jumper princess and I like trends 🙂 When Britt of Our House on a Hill wrote a fabulous sun shirt review showcasing 3 different types, I knew I wanted to jump on the band wagon and write about the three brands…