A special warning to my blog reader and friend Funder: this post is going to freak you out.  Growing up in a semi rural area, with parents that arbitrarily demanded that the woodpile be moved several times a year, I know the golden rule of never ever putting your hands where you can’t see them, […] more

Aren’t all confessions guilty?  I will ponder that at a later time.  I never ever groom my horse.  I make sure the tack areas aren’t grungy, scrub with my fingers a bit on any accumulated grime on her back, and do a quick feel in the girth area.  Sometimes I pick up her feet.  That’s […] more

I’ve learned several things this week. Whip on my super-special-once-in-a-while-Starbucks-drink doubles the calories of the beverage. It takes a year to put the pieces of your life back together after a major life transition. Farley is seriously freaked out by pigs. I’ve already set up the scenerio, so if you haven’t read my previous post, […] more

I’m finishing up a story that I’m titling “Farley and the Pigs” and I want to know, what would YOU do if faced with this scenerio?  Post in the comments or post on your blog (but put a link on the comments here so we can all go and read it!).  You have just saddled […] more

I love medicine.  Diseases that used to really concern me as a private owner, aren’t as big a deal know because I either understand the etiology of the disease or know that they can be managed fairly successfully, or compared to the million other things that can go wrong, a particular, highly publicized disease just […] more

Today I finally checked an item off my todo list that has been postponed and postponed and postponed yet again for at least a month. Wash my sleeping bag. Let me put it a different way. Wash the sleeping bag that Tess has peed on three times, that I’ve climbed into after innumberable endurance rides […] more

Occasionally I like to count calories in one of my fitness apps just so I can see how appropriate my caloric intake is and take a quick look at the nutrition and see if there’s anything glaringly absent.   I compare it to how I manage my horse’s nutrition.  Do I weigh her hay every day?  […] more