Nerd horse is turning 11 today, and for his big birthday present he’s getting… his hocks checked. Wow… I sure know how to spoil my critters. While there won’t be any kind of grand pony birthday party today, I’m taking a moment this morning to appreciate the old man. As firmly moves from an adolescent nerd horse to a mature, stately tweed-jacket-with-elbow-patches-professor kind of nerd horse, it’s hard for me to believe that this is the same creature I met…
It seems I have developed a bit of a tradition spending my birthday around wild animals. One year of my late 20’s we went to the rescue zoo in Austin with friends. On my 30th birthday Tim took the day off of work, and told me to decide whatever it was I wanted to do. I suggested we venture out to the drive-through safari near San Antonio, although I pouted a little internally that he hadn’t come up with any plans of…
I didn’t cry about Tim’s birthday until I thought about carrot cake. I was driving to Japanese class and thinking about carving pumpkins with my friends after, an event I pulled together so I wouldn’t be sitting at home alone. Building a mental checklist about what I needed to buy at the store, I thought about carrot cake. Tim loved carrot cake. I hate it, because I hate cream cheese icing. I hate it, but I made it or bought…
When Simon turned 7 and when he turned 8 I brought some party items to the barn for a photo opportunity. It was always something minor – little cupcakes or a cookie cake, and I never announced before hand. I just brought some sweets to share with anyone who happened to be at the barn, and asked someone to take a picture with me and my favorite nerd horse. Recently I’ve learned that anything can be a cause for celebration. What’s…
Time passes, people get older and the same applies to horses. I hate the cliche “it seems like yesterday” so I won’t quite go there, but it’s hard for me to believe my scraggly young nerd horse has now hit double digits. He’s a solid old man now, but in the best physical shape he’s ever been in. I think longtime readers of this blog know how much this horse has been a friend to me (especially in the last…
I’m a bad horse mom. Usually every year I think about Simon’s birthday in advance, write a post here on the exact date and plan a little horsey birthday party for him. This year I knew it was approaching but totally slipped and I realized after the fact as we walked around the farm to cool out after our lesson. So without any pomp and circumstance, my buddy is nine years old. I remember the first time I saw him…
For the grand event of my 30th birthday, I was faced with a day off work with my husband and absolutely no idea of what to do. The problem with having a big birthday so close to Christmas is that no one is usually around. In face, we’re typically in a plane or car trying to make a celebration out of playing the “Alphabet Game” as the road rolls by. This year though, I made the request to not be…
It’s my burfday. I’m 30. I kinda thought I’d have a lot more about life figured out by now, but I don’t. That being said, I have more figured out than last year and I’m slightly less worried about the rest. Progress? Maturity? Maybe something. Either way, I did a 30 before 30 challenge on this day a year ago. Time to officially review how I did! Note – if you want to skip the boring list and go straight to my…