The two questions I heard the most after Tim died were “How are you doing?” and “Are you moving back to North Carolina?” I guess I shouldn’t have gotten annoyed at that second question, but it always rubbed me the wrong way slightly. “They” say not to make any big decisions in the first year (spoiler alert – I have already blown this rule in multiple ways) and the question always inferred to me that I would need to go…
Six years ago tomorrow, I got engaged. We traveled a lot when we lived in New England. It was new territory to explore, and everything was so close that six hours in the car could get you somewhere new and exciting. When Tim pitched a weekend getaway in St. Johnsbury, VT my suspicions were aroused. I had desperately wanted to be engaged since we moved to MA a year earlier, but Tim always said that marriage didn’t make sense to him….
More than one equestrian blogger has hopped on Sir Simon pants, but most of y’all can just imagine his epicness. If you’ve ever been curious about the entire nerd horse experience, wonder no more! You hop on, and enter the ring with loose reins. Might I suggest a casual power walk? It is a lovely night for a power walk. You walk a lap around the ring with loose reins, letting Simon stretch out a bit. Happy happy happy happy…
I’ve been having crazy dreams lately. This isn’t a new thing for me in life as I’ve always been a bit of a dreamer. As a kid, I had a recurring dream where I was hanging out with a group of cool, older kids on a road trip to go see a killer whale in an aquarium. I would always wake up right before I got to swim in the tank with the orca and fulfill my life dream. After…
When I had coffee with a coworker last week, I joked that my horse was the most stable relationship in my life right now. “Yeah,” he said, ignoring my crazy. “I didn’t realize that horses’s had personality. They’re just like big dogs!” “Well…” I started. “They do have personality, but I don’t think of them like dogs. A dog is always going to love you, but a horse is more like being married.” He blinked at me. See? You can’t…
I had a list of things I meant to do this weekend. On that list was write several blog posts I’ve been thinking over in my head. What I actually did this weekend was ride my horse, nap, read a book and drink with friends. I regret nothing. To tide you over until I can go home and do all the things tonight, here is a conformation progression of Sir Simon Pants. The change is pretty drastic at first, but…
“These two things fight together in me as the snakes fight in the spring. The water comes out of my eyes; yet I laugh while it falls. Why?” – Rudyard Kipling I have always liked October. The air starts to cool down in Texas, and evenings flirt with the idea of sweater weather approaching. There’s a cleansing aspect to the air – a different kind of smell and feeling. Plus, it’s the start of all the holidays and my favorite…
I missed Pascale’s “gotcha’ date with everything that’s been going on around here, but felt it a necessary break of sadness and stress to celebrate my gangly black panther dog. As a furbaby mother, I shouldn’t pick favorites. I should love all my babies equally and cherish them in their own individual ways. But I don’t. Pascale is my favorite. She is best dog, and I even tell this to Eliot quite frequently. I will always adore Eliot and he’s my favorite…