Getting to old for this...

I have come to the following conclusion...
I am no longer eighteen. Or twenty. And having a baby really does change your body... a lot!

Lets go back a few years, I am getting ahead of myself.

I remember trimming four horses with only slight discomfort in maybe an hour or two. It was so exhilarating to watch the hoof transform into a perfect piece of art that I often obsessed over the smallest detail. Not only were my clients feet fabulous they were the embodiment of perfection...

And present day... well, not so much. I have a client with four horses who I trim when their farrier is unavailable and it is not nearly as pleasant as it was not so long ago. Two horses one day and two the next is my physical capability and quite frankly it is embarrassing to admit. Now I can make a lot of excuses like I am not trimming twenty horses on a regular basis anymore, Montana horses lack basic manners, or it is a lot hotter here and fatigue sets in faster. But in truth, I am older, not in shape like I was, and the rehabilitation after having your stomach cut open is slow.

 So how do people deal with getting older? I have always been one of those "try anything once, do everything twice" kind of people because lets be honest, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Essentially life experiences whether positive or negative only enrich your life. But today I caught myself saying no. NO! Horses and I said NO! That never has happened! My body said this isn't going to work no matter how hard you try and my mind said you have baby and can't afford to get a kick to the head. Crazy right! Growing up you hear the older barn ladies saying "oh I can't get bucked off" and you just roll your eyes and promise yourself that will never be you. Today my twelve year old self was very disappointed. Yup... I am growing up and falling apart!

On a brighter note my sweet boy loved being with the horses! It makes my heart so happy to see how much he enjoys the presence of animals and how sensitive he is to their actions. To be safe the horses were tied and he was on the other side of the fence in his stroller so he could play but still observe. Oh how he loved watching! My clients have three "corrals" which are basically a shed row divided into separate barns and runs. In the middle they have a flashy and opinionated blue roan that Mikey was obsessed with! He fed her Cheerios, stuck his fingers in her nose, and laughed at every move she made! She bucked and he laughed. She snorted and he giggled. She ran about with her tail up in the air and he chuckled. Cutest thing ever! Hopefully I have a equestrian in the making! Fingers crossed!

Other realization I had today... My son owns more Beaver clothing than Duck! Yup, you heard right! My house has two rooms devoted to the Oregon Ducks, Mikeys first shirt was a U of O jersey, all of our family pics are in U of O jerseys, our Christmas décor is green and yellow, and my husband can name any U of O football stat you can think of and yet, Mikey has no duck gear. He owns one Beaver shirt that he got as a gag gift from his Uncle Ted (Wade) but no duck gear because he outgrew it all... Uncle Ted will be proud but I am sure his dad will be mortified!

And so concludes this Fridays rambling... yup, rambling!

Happy Friday!

And here we go... Again!

Okay...
Here we go... Again!

I know I tried the whole blogging thing when I found out I was pregnant with every intention to keep up on it. But lets be honest, every other post would have been about how much being pregnant stinks and how clean my bathroom was because that was the only room I inhabited. Then the rest would have been about how magical it is to have life inside you. Whole blog... took me two sentences! However now that our sweet man is here and we prepare to take off on another military induced adventure it seems only right to begin...again. And I have always enjoyed writing, helps get your thoughts and feelings out there, organized, and ultimately in this form keeps those you care about "in the loop" and we all know communicating is not one of my strong points. But on that note the following is what you can expect to see...

-Plenty of Pictures of my favorite fat man.... er chubby baby
-Stories of Mikey's adventures! From teething to what he had for breakfast... did I mention I am obsessed with firsts?
-Stories of the fur babies adventures... believe me, they have some doozies!
-Throw back Thursday, though I am not sure where this originated nor its purpose, here we will use it as an excuse to get a little nostalgic!
-Rants and Ramblings on whatever happened to annoy me that day!

Well... welcome friends!