Get a referral to an orthopedic surgeon for your continuing knee pain. Find out that your legs aren’t in straight alignment. Your knees are angled to the inside, but your hip and ankle are straight — so every time you step down your knee cap grinds out. Hear it’s super common in women, but most don’t show symptoms until their 50’s. Because you’re active, you have pain a lot earlier. Learn it’s not curable. Start thinking about what chronic pain…
I might be turning into a real Californian. I’m freezing in low 60’s, I buy 4 lb bags of Organic Almond Flour off Amazon and flying back and forth to the East Coast just wrecks me now. Wrecks. Me. I’m typing this in the Denver airport, looking at a bar that I am (perhaps foolishly) not drinking wine at. Mostly because right now, wine would put me to night night and I have another hour before I board my flight…
I’m supposed to be showing at my barn’s local IEHJA show this weekend, but after losing the “Will I Lesson?” game too many times… I’ve taken Simon off the list. Truthfully, I’m super bummed. I was really looking forward to getting back in the ring with our new skills, but he got another abscess that sidelined him for a week. Although he’s sound and happy again and I’ve had some great rides, it’s not fair to my horse (or my…
I live a little over an hour from Thermal, CA which is home to HITS Coachella — the west coast WEF. I’ve driven in to the show grounds a lot recently to get my horse show fix, have face time with folks at work and most recently meet the fabulous Gingham with her pony crew, Windsor and Quiz. As I walked through the horse show texting Gingham to find out where she was, I got a flash of messages on…
In my overly ambitious goals post, I said that I wanted to lose 50 pounds this year. Almost two months into 2018, this number is still super intimidating to me. In fact, I keep remembering it as 40 instead of 50, but nope — it’s right there on the page. Fifty. I struggle about blogging and discussing weight loss, because it’s something I tend to get hyper focused on. This is not my first rodeo, but I really want it to…
Really for almost all of 2016 and 2017, Simon was the most reliable creature on the planet. I showed up to the barn. He whinnied at me. His legs were cold and tight. For our ride, he’d be fussy in downward transitions but otherwise pretty good. I’d put him back up. The end. The most exciting he’d get was an occasional bit of gas, where he’d look sad but immediately perk up after a dose of banamine. That happened maybe…
If horse blogger friends aren’t the best kind of friends to have, they’re at least in the top 5. At least that’s how I felt after equestrian blogger extraordinaire, L Williams, came to see me last week. Though I’m blessed to have some awesome writing friends that I’ve made through my MFA program, I have to admit that I really miss going catching up on the latest barn drama over margaritas or analyzing everything horsey with my barn friends back…
Moving on looks like many different things. Last week for me, it looked like soup bowls. I’m not one to buy a lot of new kitchenware. It’s expensive, and I don’t even currently own a dining table of any kind. The chances of me setting up a spread with formal china are about as likely as my chances to make the short list for World Cup — it ain’t happening. The plates I use every day are the same ones…