Step – Ouch! Step – Ouch!

Moving in little baby steps of separation, thinking that will ease the pain. Instead, each minor step brings another stabbing jolt. Ouch!

Moving in little baby steps of separation, thinking that will ease the pain. Instead, each minor step brings another stabbing jolt. Ouch!
It’s getting to that end of year time when we start to think about another year gone by. We wonder what next year will be like and what we want it to be like. What do we need to do or change to make next year better than this year? But I don’t know, 2015 was pretty good.
I heard this old Queen song on the radio the other day while I was cleaning the barn. I love the way Queen harmonizes and there are the “outfits”. How many men can pull those jumpsuits off? (Final verse)Got no feel, I got no rhythmI just keep losing my beatI’m ok, I’m alrightAin’t gonna face…
Well, let’s get the bad stuff out of the way. I spoke to the vet on Tuesday and Luke does have Recurrent Obstructive Pulmonary Disease, better known to horse owners as “Heaves”. It was one of those conversations where I lost it after the ROPD news and when the vet said something about some level that…
“Ye, ye, yeah.” I’ve been in eight hour meetings for the past two days with fellow employees from France and Belgium and they say a lot of that. Plus “No, no, no.” One yes or no is not enough. Really, I’m not making fun of them. How could I? Considering they each speak about five…
It’s almost Easter and I’ve been feeling nostalgic. My adoptive Mom was Polish and at Easter time she made a beet and horseradish relish that we called “Kassan”. I have no idea how to spell it. My Mom We had this relish on our hard-boiled eggs, kielbasa (Polish sausage), ham and whatever else we felt like…
It’s time for my second installment of my Lift-my-spirits and Feel-good List. So, another thing I use to get out of the dumps is music. Music fills me up in a way nothing else can. Once it’s poured inside me, it has to come out in loud, emotional singing; or in wild, sensual, motion; or…
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You are making progress. Hang on.
One step at a time! Love the picture of your horses!
Good girl- one step at a time. My horse escaped once and ran through a neighbor’s barbed wire fence in the night. The vet had to come stitch his face up. So scary!
When this is behind you you’ll be Mary 2.0- better stronger faster. The feeling of accomplishment and self sufficiency is something no one will ever be able to take from you again. You won’t have to be afraid of anything. 🙂
Keep on. You’re amazing!
I’m glad you have all the critters. See … they are your new US.
Thanks for standing by for brighter times.
Sue, your words brought tears to my eyes, in a good way. I sure hope you are right.
methinks your horses will help heal your heart… onward and upward, cautious and courageous
Phil 4:13
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I just wanted to see what a Cowgirl by proxy looked like and I’m glad I popped in. So sorry about your life situation but it sounds like you on the right path putting yourself back together again.
As we say here in the hills and hollers of the Ozarks, ya’ll have a wonderfully blessed day!!!
I love it ! Very creative ! That‘s actually really cool Thanks.