It has been a really stressful few weeks here. Eventually I’ll blog about it all, but let’s talk about one of the busy but fun parts… my trip to Oregon! Back in April I was feeling a little blue, and texted a friend who moved to Oregon a few years ago. Because she is such a fun, kind and positive person, I essentially invited myself over. That trip happened last weekend (sorry y’all, I think I brought the Texas heat…
Y’all. This rain. This rain. By May, we’ve usually had a few days in the 90s. By now, summer is in full swing and we’re all planning all the air-conditioned and water activities we can to stay cool. But not this year. Noooooo. I’ve lived here for over ten years, and I’ve never seen this much rain at once. For weeks now we’ve had extremely heavy thunderstorms, a day or so of sun, and then buckets of rain again. It…
I’m not a hunter. This makes me a bit of a hypocrite, because I do eat meat. While I think I could raise a farm animal to for production, I doubt I could actually pull the trigger. I’m not against hunting. Some groups animals (looking at you white tail deer) need population control–just not from me. But I love taxidermy. That’s the simple version of why I currently have a tab open in my browser of day one of a…
Though finding my body doesn’t work as well as it used to isn’t fun, there is a lot I love about approaching (are we allowed to say approaching at 36 or am I officially there?) my late 30s. Maybe my brain is finally fully cooked or maybe it’s sheer life experience, but does anyone else find basic problem solving just much easier these days? Tim used to have this one liner he dropped when he was fixing something or doing…
I have some more complex, kind of dark, and meaningful thoughts spinning in my head right now. But they’re not ready for public consumption. So let’s talk about something else–tucking your shirt in. And if your first question is, “Um… why?” know that this isn’t really about shirts. It’s about bellies. For years, I would never ride without my shirt tucked in and a belt. It was part of my “If I don’t look the part I am not enough”…
A few months ago, I wrote a post for The Plaid Horse, called “I Am a Fat Equestrian and I’m Never Dieting Again.” This is not required reading, but gives a lot of background and context to what I’m about to write. The short version is that somewhere along the way, the idea that plus size equestrians could never be as good as thin (I won’t even say street or midsize because body shaming is very intense in the hunter/jumper…
I remember sitting in my therapist’s office in the before times. It was around the middle of March, the last appointment I had with her in-person, and the pandemic was just starting to ramp up. “I wanted to check in with you about Covid19, and see how you were feeling. I know some of my clients have a lot of anxiety about getting sick.” The only sickness I thought much about back then was Pascale’s cancer, and doing everything I…
Well y’all, it’s been a minute. The other day I chatted with L when she made a comment about her blog hitting a ten year anniversary milestone. That number seemed crazy to me. Ten years?! Ten years we’ve been writing about our horses? Surely I hadn’t reached that. But I looked, and I had. I started SMTT in 2010, though it had scattered posts back then. Still, technically I was at ten years. Eleven, really. There are a lot of…