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Giant Dork.

Okay, so one of the many things that my darling husband is responsible for in our relationship is providing his dear wifey with new music.  Otherwise, I'd listen...

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Psh.

I left work early on Friday Tuesday.  I should say, my department was released an hour early.  By the time I made it to my parking garage, mine was...

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Cyclops.

I wish BMs sent joyful text messages.  It's always, "Your blanket is in shreds."  Or, "Your horse is lame."  Or, "You're out of supplements."  And, "Your horse's eye...

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Friday's Five Faves

I haven't done this since before Xmas.  Whoops. If you have Instagram, you should read this article.  It's not at all educational or horsie, but make sure you...

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Clothes for the Kid.

First up, though:  the Eventer has a blog!  ..About eventing!  It's very informative about the things she's doing with her pony, Johnny, and has a shit-ton fewer swear...

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At the Starting Gate.

Minus the gate.  Also known as, "I brought my racehorse to a trail ride."  Or, "I derped." Or, "The Eventer lusts after logs." The Eventer, OR and I...

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Barn Buddies.

I have ridden at four barns. Tall Timbers was my first barn.  I started riding there at the age of nine and continued until I graduated high school....

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The Infestation.

Just a big ol' puddle of warmth and sunshine. Honestly, I don't know what the fuck was up with Archie's mane. After one night of pulling and treatment,...

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A Hot Mess.

I feel like this week or so has been two steps forward and eighteen steps back. The night before I was supposed to have my lesson with T3,...

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Flower Boxes, Bitches.

Or, The Chronicles of a Lazy-ass Carpenter. Can I call myself a carpenter?  I touched wood.  I didn't cut it, though. I want to toss "easy-peasy" in here...

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