via Daily Prompt: Mighty


I feel mighty small in this world of ours.  As I sit and ponder all these beautiful places I’ve visited and all of my family that I have all over the world.  I have family in well over 6 states within the continent of the United States. Sister’s, brother, nieces, nephews, aunts, uncles, many cousins too. I know I have second cousins in Sweden or Denmark, I’m not sure which but it amazes me how large this Earth is how close we can all be.

When I read this word “mighty” it made me think of other things – other than an adjective – more like an adverb.  I find it mighty strange that my life just took this huge left turn.  I’m mighty thankful I can share my thoughts and stories on this blog.  It brings me tremendous pleasure and I hope you all are enjoying my stories.

I’m mighty thankful for all my friends and loved ones who make me whole and help define ME. Mighty tough is what I tell myself as I feel like I need to STAY STRONG. I tell myself that somehow I need to smile through the pain and take one day at a time.

For me through my eyes I think mighty helps describe our beautiful country.  These mighty mountains, gorgeous trees.  This photo is near the Canadian border 30 miles away to be exact, my sister’s new home in Idaho. God’s country as many say, I can’t wait to visit again one of these days.

I enjoy these word challenges as it does stir up some creative thinking and my emotions once I get going. I’m mighty happy to be spending another day with everyone. This puts a huge smile on my face. I hope you all are having a mighty fine day!  🙂

Apple Picking Day

What a beautiful day today in sunny California as we headed to our local mountains for apple season fresh picked apples. It brought back memories when I visited my sister in Idaho and we went apple picking at my brother-in-laws Uncle’s apple farm a year ago. We decided to just pick spartan apples and I couldn’t wait to eat this fresh picked apple. So juicy and sweet, I picked just over 1/2 pound. I would have picked more but I knew I needed other yummy treats from Oak Glen.

My bestest friend joined my nephew and I on our excursion. We had a wonderful lunch at Law’s Oak Glen Coffee shop. Our lunch was really good but what was to die for was my nephew’s apple pie he ordered. AMAZING! And I’m thankful he shared! Fresh apple pie with fresh apples just can’t be duplicated and they drizzle the pie with this scrumptious apple cinnamon syrup. The pie had crumbles on top, melting in our mouth. I’m drooling thinking about it, it was that good!

The weather was perfect and I was thankful a little cooler in the mountains. I splurged and bought, apple butter, pumpkin butter, peach preserves, blackberry Honeywood Mead and apple chutney. I know there may be many who have farms who would make all these items but for a busy person like myself I don’t mind helping our local farmers. Fills my heart with joy and fills my tummy with sumptuousness! What fun places do you visit on a one day excursion?  I would love to hear from you. I’m thankful for my friends and family who have lifted my spirits in this time of healing for me. I’m exhausted, but it’s a good exhausted.



via Daily Prompt: Recreate

I love to crochet, I love crafts in general but I have the most fun recreating these adorable Star Wars figures.  There are so many more I want to make.  I suppose the word create would probably be more accurate, but wait, no, I’m not creating these out of my imagination – I’m following a pattern so I’m recreating what the author of the pattern intended.  I’m definitely a pattern recreator crochet addict that loves to crochet animals, especially horses, and scarfs, blankets, baby items anything I think is cute and adorable. Useful would fall into the pretty catagory, and I like to mix it up crocheting useful items and just for fun items, but of course my favorite are the fun projects like Winnie the Pooh and his friend Piglet! I must make the rest of these Star Wars characters but first my arm needs to heal. Hmm… I can move my fingers pretty well, may be I can manipulate the crochet hook enough with my injured arm to crochet. It can’t hurt to try! Wait, it might hurt to try, literally, so I guess I won’t know unless I try. I can’t wait to recreate!



Missing My Girl

I miss my girl so much even though I’ve seen her through-out the last 12 days since my accident when I fell and broke my arm. I have friends and family who are so kind in bringing me to the barn as I dote on her the best I can.  My dear friends have helped me with my ponies filling water buckets (they have auto-maticwaterers, but we like to have extra water available which I watched my other horse Zack blow bubbles in today!) They are doing fine but I wonder if my beautiful bay roan may be a bit sad.

Our routine is gone. What was once a daily routine of turn outs and trail rides are over for months to come as I heal.  I think my girl misses our routine as she is not finishing her hay or grain and seems to hang her head a little. I’m thankful for her nuzzling today as my girlfriend took the photos above. I need a new routine.

So my plan going forward is to be driven to the stables each day until I’m able to drive myself to create a new routine for myself and my ponies.  I may need some help and am thankful for the friends around that can help me. I plan on spending time getting them exercised in arena and then lots of grooming.  I am going to work on some ground arena work with them to get them thinking and to learn some extra ground companionship. A lot of ideas are popping up into my mind. I love a challenge, so am looking forward to my new routine. I can’t wait to research this topic as well, any good ground training tips are welcome, please let me know. These are older horses, 13 years old and 21 years old. But they are never too old to learn new tricks I always say!

I’m feeling better already thinking about the days that lie ahead. I was starting to feel sorry for myself, it’s easy to do when you have an accident and your life is turned upside down. I’m extremely independent so it is a bit difficult to ask for help. I know I keep thanking everyone probably annoyingly, but it makes me feel better. I’ll try and thank more appropriately so I don’t drive everyone nuts! I know I would be right there helping my friends but its still hard to face this new adventure. Its going to take time to get into my groove. Can’t wait for some normalcy. It’s definitely weeks if not months away.



















As I stare at this beautiful photo of a stream up in Idaho where my sister now lives makes me thirsty for her company.  She use to live six miles from me, now it feels like 6,000 miles away. I have four sisters and one brother and we all live far from each other and we all have grown children and almost all of us have grandchildren. Only the two youngest are not grandparents. How I long to visit each and every one of my siblings and their families. I love my family so much, my immediate and my extended family.  This photo reminds me that we are all part of this beautiful thing we call life on this beautiful planet. I must not let my longings go to the wayside and I must put some thought into travel plans in my future. Even if it is a slow progression from one year to the next I must not give up hope. My life is so busy, money can get tight, it isn’t always easy to fit in everything you yearn to do, look forward and don’t give up. My thirst is great, travel I will in time.



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.

Zack (2)


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.



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.


A Fallen Hero

As she rolls over in her bed unable to get up she realizes the pain she is in is real. She tries to stretch and lays there thinking what in the world is this life doing to her, if she could just get rid of the pain.

I started writing this three years ago and all I have is the paragraph above.  I think those words can have so many different meanings to whoever reads them. For me it was a beginning of a story of someone who struggles with trying to return to life after the military and how the horse brought her back to life.  The struggles of pain, whether physical or mental woven through her body and to her soul as she brings herself to understand how nature and this world are not the enemy, to find herself and the meaning of life.  What is the meaning of this life? I’m sure I’m not alone with this thought.

As I write this sitting in my family room, my daughter-in-law is here and looks so sad.  She says she is having an off day, she suffers from depression and I know how hard days can be for her, my heart goes out to her.  Maybe my fallen hero is the mother to my grand baby, maybe a little lost, a soul searching her way in this life.  Fallen on hard times needing help in this harsh world of economics, bills too high to think about, needing a roof over her and her family’s head and I’m so thankful we are here to help. Wishing I can take the pain away, make her smile, make her laugh.  How can I explain life is too  short to be sad, please smile and have fun. Life is hard, but life should not be sad.

I had told her that I would have her help me with my horses, my passion, my muse, my confidants, my horses.  But horses are not everyone’s passion, but they can heal the soul. Just look into those warm big eyes, they are God’s gifts and maybe I will ask her again if she will join me with my horses.  She knows I spend hours there and that I have a group of ladies who I ride with and certainly it’s my therapy as I get to free myself from life’s struggles to spend time with what I love. They make me smile, they make me laugh, they listen to what ever I say and seem to understand. Maybe I’ll give her a hug, she seems so sad today.

My fallen hero was going to be a long story about how the therapy of horse back riding saved her, but as I digress and look at life I can see how maybe my fallen hero I’m saving each day.  Maybe there are many fallen hero’s out there someone’s Mom, Dad or sister, brother, daughter or son. I will say a prayer to all the fallen hero’s out there and may they find peace and happiness.  I am learning that I need to write each day or as many days as I can as I find it inspiring.  I pray I am inspiring and that my writings are worth reading.  I want to write thought provoking blogs, and I would love to learn to write funny blogs as well, could I get some positive thoughts and smiles maybe?  That would be amazing as a smile a day keeps the doctors at bay.

Dinner tonight

How many people want to know what’s for dinner? I wonder that all the time.  I love to cook but am not cooking like I use to as life is so darn busy I can’t seem to fit it all in…. sigh…  How is it that the time each day goes by so fast?  Here it is the day is almost over and the routine of sleeping, working starts again.

My husband is a saint.  Bless him for taking on the roll of cook when the days I need to sleep or I just don’t know what to make happens.  I work night shift five nights a week and I sleep through dinner going to bed in the afternoon.  I only eat dinner two nights a week, unless I take an additional day off.  My work habits may not be normal as I am not a nine to five worker, this has been my life for the last thirty five years.  I never thought in a million years that I would still be working the night shift.  How does this time fly by.

I decided to write this as I smell the good food coming from the kitchen.  I’m suppose to be heading for my nap as I work tonight and need to get some sleep so that I can make it through the night and be able to drive home in the morning when my shift has ended. I’m thankful and hateful all at the same time for my crazy hours – there is no traffic working these crazy hours, and I’m free during the day to spend time with my hobby’s, and my family but I miss sleeping every night.  Who wouldn’t be missing a normal life. But what is normal?  This is my life, this is my normal.  Time to eat.