Penchant

via Daily Prompt: Penchant  

I have a penchant for horses and if I could have a whole backyard full of them I would. But that is unreasonable and of course impossible. I want to be the best horse owner I can be and I’ve seen to many people who have a penchant for them horde them and not care for them like they should be cared for, it’s so sad.  I think people should be ashamed of themselves for living beyond their means and own too many horses and then let them sit and be neglected. But I digress, I wanted to share my love of horses and how much joy they bring to my life.

My horses are my therapy, they are what make my life whole.  I have loved horses all my life and my dear parents indulged my passion to the fullest. They found a horse trainer when I was ten years old and he helped my parents buy my first horse for me and the training began.  I was trained in hunter/jumpers and rode with five different horse trainers throughout my youth and was an avid competitor. I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed my youth and showing years. I won many ribbons and I have to thank my parents from the bottom of my heart for providing me with this wonderful life. I know they are smiling down from heaven. I miss them so and I love them dearly.

I took a break from horses. College, marraige, children make me the woman I am today. I love my family, I work full-time and somehow I’ve managed to fit into my busy schedule my penchant for horses. My best friend, my husband, my life longer partner is the most understanding, loving human being I’ve ever known as he fills my heart and soul not only with his love for me but with the love of my two horses. Bless his heart, I am so thankful for my horses. I love this photo of Zack, my other horse Chloe is there too in the stall in the background. They bring me so much happiness, my muse, my horses.

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The Spider

I was minding my own business scrolling through my Facebook feed when I was tagged by friends updating me on their day. They so kindly took care of my ponies as I am recuperating from surgery for my broken arm. They are so sweet and I am so grateful and am truly blessed with their kindness. On their ride my childhood friend decided to share The Spider story. I hope I can retell it as it was the craziest thing I have ever had happen to me, even to this day.

It was in the early 70’s when we were all up at Big Bear our local mountains for a winter vacation. I’m from a big family one of six and there were spouses and friends that joined in the fun. We rented those huge inner tubes sliding down snowy hills, flying over berms. It was great fun. Until the evening when one girl, me, lost her marbles!

As cabins go there were many beds in each room so many folks can stay and enjoy Big Bear and skiing. I can’t remember how many girls were in my room but when I got into my bed I asked if someone could get rid of the spider I saw up on the ceiling across the room, a small brown spider. I HATE spiders, okay, strong word, I am deathly afraid of spiders. Better. The girls began to tease me, relentlessly.

The teasing went on for a long time. And as the girls talked the spider slowly moved its way on the ceiling towards ME! The teasing turned into scary spider stories and those little spider legs kept on moving. I was reading a book and I was laying down on the bed trying to ignore these girls. I was laying on my side with my arm bent resting my head on my hand, I began plugging my ears with my hands as I didn’t want to hear the stories. The spider eventually was right above me when it happened.

In a split second I felt something hit my arm that was holding my head and when I looked down THAT SPIDER WAS ON THE CUFF OF MY PJ’S INCHES FROM MY FACE! I’M GOING TO DIE!!  All hell broke loose – I jumped up faster than you can blink. I brushed off my sleeve over and over to rid me of the spider. I lost all control and screamed the most blood curdling scream one can scream at the top of my lungs!! I was hysterical crying and I couldn’t stop!

I woke the whole house! Everyone came running, is someone injured? A fire? NO, it’s a spider! The girls looked up as soon as I jumped up, no one really knew what happened at first except the spider was gone. They were laughing so hard, I can’t blame them as it’s silly to be so scared. But why did that spider crawl across the ceiling which was really far over to me and fall on my sleeve? I still wonder to this day. I love to reminisce and this is definitely one of those stories that one will never forget.

I can laugh now, it took my sister who grabbed me and held me to calm me down. I don’t know why I lost control, screamed SO LOUD, and got so scared. Perfect scenario of events, scary spider stories and a spider that seemed to understand every word.

Sympathy

via Daily Prompt: Sympathy

This word really hits home for me, how ironic.  Who would have thought that I’d be sitting in my family room typing about sympathy as I’ve been surounded by such sympathetic friends and family.  The outpouring of sympathy I have felt this past week has been AMAZING and so appreicated, these words can’t express how I feel, or can they? I will try.

I’ll dedicate this to all who have reached out to me and offered words of encouragement, through phone calls, emails, texts and social media (Facebook) I have said this before I am truly humbled and I am so very thankful. I will thank all of you in advance, those that we will be breaking bread together as I’ve got lunch dates lined up in the weeks to come which I know will cheer me up as I heal. This definitely has been a very overwhelming experience for me so I have to say that being able to share my thoughts has been so helpful to sort everything out and kept me motivated.

As I am writing this I’m thinking about my day. I’ve enlisted my husband to drive me to the feed store to pick up much needed Integrity grain and Timothy hay pellets. He’s my knight in shining armor as he always comes to my rescue. I plan on buying more horse bedding to freshen up my ponies stall.  Those that really know me know they probably could wait another week but spoil is my middle name, so its been too long in my mind. They need fresh bedding! Of course, my hubby will be helping with all this bless his soul.

And I am positive there will be many who can sympathize with my plight. I ache to ride and a little part of my brain, the conniving part, is trying to figure out a way of putting on a bareback pad and with the tall mounting block getting on my horse and ride around arena. Of course sensible tells conniving this is not going to happen. This is only week one, but conniving is not being very quiet and is wearing down sensible. Don’t worry I won’t be doing anything to jeapodize my healing its just fun to think about!

Very Peculiar

Me ridingvia Daily Prompt: Peculiar

I find it peculiar that we get obsessed with how we look.  I’m rather attached to my braid enjoying how its length and the cooling affect keeps all my hair off my neck and back.  This summer I was lucky to enjoy my braid almost everyday.  I could talk about makeup and all the girly things girls care about, but I don’t really care too much about girly stuff doing the bare minimum each day.  I had to make a decision about my braid that I didn’t think in a million years would happen.  I had to say good-bye to my braid, no longer able to braid my hair I had to cut my hair. It’s peculiar in my mind that I cared so much about my braid. I’m okay, it’s just a whole new direction with short hair, and recovery time with my broken arm.

I’m actually so thankful my girlfriend while horseback riding on the trails saw my braid on this day and told me, you have a perfect braid today! I can’t tell you how excited I felt as she told me and she snapped this photo and shared it later with me as we laughed and chatted about our ride. She said there was not a hair out of place! We giggled. I told her yet again I’m not ready to cut my hair. I would make a big deal about how I loved my braid. But all good things soon come to an end and my braiding days are over until I heal. I know my hair will grow again, maybe I’ll get a chance for another perfect braid. It amazes me how in a blink of an eye your life can be turned upside down. I thank my dear friend for this photo, it means so much to me. May be silly, but it isn’t to me!

 

 

To Overcome

cropped-chloe-and-zack-2via Daily Prompt: Overcome

I’m down and out of commission for the next four weeks at least.  I’ve fallen and broken my wrist badly, surgery was last Wednesday. These pretty ponies are not going to be taken care of like I normally care for them, oh how I’m going to overcome. I’m going to enlist my family as they need to help me with my ponies.  I’m indebted to my best friend for all her care with my ponies. She is taking such good care of them, like they were her own. I need to overcome my frustration as it makes it difficult to see these turn of events in any way positive. I know I’m finding it difficult to type with one hand so I need to get better fast so I can blog with ease. I want to write so much more but am running out of steam today.  I enjoyed seeing my horses today with my girlfriend. She so kindly picked me up as I was going a bit stir crazy here at home. They are doing well, better than I thought, thankful actually, they are just fine. They are very spoiled and there are many friends at the stables looking after them as I heal at home.

I must overcome all these new obstacles that have been thrust before me.  Some seem so hard and will come in time. Others are easier like buttoning my own pants. Conquering removing my shirt and then putting on PJ’s a challenge. Taking my own bath or shower, not yet, not even close. putting on socks, okay done. My big problem is overcoming frustrations, totally understandable. And the question you should never ever ask – WHY?

So I am hoping that by blogging it will hone my writing skills. I love to read and write. I can only try and if things go well I will try and write some horse stories or blog about my barn where I ride my horses. There are many interesting stories that may be a fun read. I need to overcome my shyness which I know so many suffer from especially when it comes to sharing writings, thoughts to strangers.  I will be strong and fearless and I will OVERCOME!

 

 

Day One

I love horses more than I can express and so I spend many hours at the barn with my two horses, Miss Chloe and her best friend Mr. Zack.  They enjoy each other as I turn them out each day and they scratch each others back. They are my therapy as they nicker when I arrive. They fill my soul with such happiness as I gaze into their huge eyes, and as each day goes we have a routine which includes turn outs, trail rides, lots of grooming, pets, treats and lunches with supplements. But with a blink of an eye that has all changed. This is day one.

I was at the barn yesterday when the accident happened. I had tended to Chloe and Zack, trail ride complete with a nice cool hosing in the hot summer morning. They were brought in their stalls happily eating while I hung around the tack room visiting with the other stable friends who I ride with discussing cleaning the tack room.  As I swept up the floor we decided to see if the shelves needed cleaning so I hopped up on my tack trunk. It all looked okay and I turned around looked at the shelves across the way and then decided to get down and just stepped off the two foot high trunk and as my foot hit the ground and my ankle gave way I hit the ground hard and fast.

The pain was intense, the deformity in my arm so great I had to look away or I may faint or throw up. The blood gushed from my head as my glasses had flown off my face from the force of my fall. I yelled “my arm is broken call 911.”  My friends got to work calling for help, calling my family, getting a cloth for my bloody gash above my right eye. “Stay still, don’t move” they yell out to me…. no problem there, I’m not moving. I can’t move the pain is too great. Paramedics arrive get me stable and move me in a sitting position to start an IV, get vitals and put a splint on my arm.  My cut above my eye stopped bleeding by this time.  The pain was excruciating. I wanted to keep my wits about me, stay calm I told myself in all this chaos.

As I lay in the ambulance heading to the hospital wanting to be somewhere else, thinking I just can’t do this any more. Life sure can throw you some curve balls and this curve ball is a doozy.  How will I continue I was thinking. So many things I can’t do for a long time as I’m sure it will take months to get back to normal. The feelings of sheer frustrations, and lack of control in my situation are overwhelming.  Now I need so much help from experts at the hospitals to family members and friends. I now can’t do life by myself. I’m officially handicapped with the use of only one arm. This is very humbling as I am very independent and work full time and have a very busy life. Now, its all put on hold.

 

DAY FIVE

I felt on day one of giving up, how can I go on? I was in so much pain and my mind spiraled with thoughts and emotions I haven’t had to endure in years. My life has turned upside down and all I can do is take one day at a time.  I smashed up my wrist so badly I needed surgery to put all the bones back in place with plates and screws.  I’ve Never experienced this before and pray I never will again. I’m so messed up with my eye swollen, black and blue like I’ve been in a fight. My ankle very swollen from twisting in the fall and bruises all over my right side from the fall.

The surgery went well and I’m thankful my dislocated elbow is not that painful but the bruising is bad. How will I heal? I feel like its taking forever but its only day 5. I hope and pray I’ll be 110% the power of positive thinking. I sit and think about my horses as they whinny when I arrive at the barn, missing them horribly. I have such wonderful friends, I know they are in good hands and I know soon I will be able to visit. I can’t wait to kiss their noses, run a brush over them with my one good arm. I know I can’t ride for months. I won’t find out the prognosis or healing time until my next doctors visit. I have been telling myself how lucky I am, that things could have been worse. I’m truly lucky I did not injure my head as that would have been bad. As sore and painful as this experience has been I’m hoping it will let me explore my love of writing so I’m hoping this blog will help me hone my skills. I’m thankful my daughter told me about this site as I’m really enjoying writing.

I hope my story is not too sad. I know millions of people have accidents and this is what happened to me this last week and I know I need to look foward and stop replaying the accident in my mind. I don’t know how inspirational I can be in this trying time but I don’t give up easily.  I don’t feel sorry for myself and I hate being a burden but I have no choice, and I know my family would say with my injuries that I’m not a burden. It still feels that way to me, but I accept my roll and will be a good patient.