For the 12 days of Christmas, my Nerd Horse gave to me… 12 Christmas Pug Vines, 11 prose revisions, 10 Tinder creepers, 9 festive light shows, 8 Snapchat filters, 7 MFA apps, 6 cocktail parties, 5 GLASSES OF WINE! 4 work dramas, 3 wild dogs, 2 Thoroughbreds, and a festive Quail Manor house! Though we are not quite up on Christmas yet, I am in my last sprint of productivity for the year. I leave on Thursday afternoon to visit…
When I last left you, my doctor had an inkling that I had sleep apnea after months of issues with my tonsils and sleeping. Today I conclude that tale! The night of my actual sleep study, I came home with a small computer around my neck and wires everywhere. There was one around a belt on my chest, one around a belt on my waist, one attached to my index finger and a tube coming from my nostrils. Normally I…
It wasn’t until a few years ago that I actually learned sleep apnea was a real condition. Tim and I, both heavy snorers, were lying in bed discussing it. “Wait, so you stop breathing in your sleep?” I asked. “Yeah,” he replied. “But like… you start again right?” “Of course. Your body wakes itself up again without being fully awake. You breathe fine, go back to sleep and then it can happen again in a cycle.” “Huh,” I said. “Do…
Even before Britt called out online dating being similar to horse shopping, I’d been tossing around comparisons in my head. See, I had never done either seriously before this year – call me a late bloomer. I’m not sure if either is better or worse overall, but there are certainly some strong paralells one can draw. Before you ask, yes – these are all real screen grabs from Tinder. You’re welcome. Anyone can look nice in pictures, but you really…
Stephanie at Hand Gallop has these great little “weekend by the numbers” posts that I always enjoy reading. She somehow makes all the numbers even out, because she’s a rock star. They’re cute & well planned out posts. I, on the other hand, am all “I did things this weekend and there were numbers!” Expect no cuteness here. My Dad was visiting Austin-town this weekend and helped me on a ton of house stuff. He builds fancy custom homes and I assure…
When I was in the height of my artistic days, people would often look at whatever piece I was working on and exclaim. “Wow! I can’t even draw a straight line!” “I can’t either,” I would answer them. Remember this – it’s important later. Part of the reason I bought my house is because it has really good bones. It’s been well maintained with a nice layout, and I thought I could do a lot of “little” things to improve…
When I started packing up my apartment two weeks ago it felt like waking up from a coma. As I wrapped a picture frame in newspaper, I stared at the empty box below me. I realized that I had absolutely no memory of packing up to move from my old house to the apartment. I knew that my friend and her mother had helped me, and that they had patiently wrapped so many mason jars and glasses in newsprint. I knew…
I blamed the two glasses of wine but the truth is I had been pondering about diving into the dark world that is Tinder, so I didn’t protest when my friend took my phone and started installing the app. “Now you can only choose one horse photo. Which is your favorite?” I pointed to my favorite show picture, us jumping a sizable coop where my equitation looks baller. She frowned. “No, that won’t be impressive to anyone else. Here… I like…