So here I am

I have been hemming and hawing over blogging for quite some time. I don't expect to captivate John Q. Public with exciting tales from my life. What I do expect to do is to keep myself a bit more honest about promises I have made to myself. Back in December I was unceremoniously dismounted from my dear APHA mare. Two fractured vertabrae and a $22k hospital bill later and I think I am ready to ride again. I have the most fabulous friend who doubles as a horse trainer in her real life. She will be holding my hand and cracking the whip as needed to 'encourage' me to get over myself and enjoy my horses again. Goal: Bluebonnet Endurance ride in 2 months. In order to achieve this goal and not die I need to lose weight, get fit(ter), and actually ride my horse. No. Not the one that broke my back. My good horse. The spooky Arab mare that is my equine soulmate. Tylenol anyone?

Just so there are no illusions that I am superwoman, the youngest had a meltdown this morning. Over his brother's lunchbox. Over his brother's lunchbox that contained stuff he wouldn't eat. Grrrrrrr. This happened in the parking lot of the school this morning. I am sure we sent more than one mommy home burning up her phone line in our bitty town to tell her BFF about the redneck mom beating her kid. Ladies, I won't even ask you to walk a mile in these boots. Just a few steps should send you screaming.

So there. My first blog post and nobody has been harmed as a result. Yet.