A homegrown heart is one that longs to sleep with the windows open. One that longs to smell the fresh cut fields, Ride in the afternoon - bareback, and barfoot. A homegrown heart likes to turn the music up, grow something, talk to God and wear boots, because they are better. These hearts go fishing, play with dogs and play with horses. Homegrown hearts give it their all, everytime. They are true to themselves, and true to those around them. They have deep roots. But more important, a homegrown heart LOVES WITH ALL ITS STRENGTH.








Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Spring is finally here!

Ok, so I went shopping the other day (don't laugh) and spent too much money at Victoria Secret.  Before you go off and wonder about what the heck I bought, I'll just clear the air and say I bought some t-shirts and some sparkly eye liner.  Yes, glitter.  I know, I know, glitter.  But seriously, this stuff is awsome!  So there I was all day yesterday sporting my glitter, feeling hot (yeah, hot) when I realized, "Dang, I feel good!  Winter must be OVER!"

AND IT IS!

The birds are out!  The horses are naked!  The mud is going away, and I am walking around with no pain!  Aw man life is good! 

I am also arranging to bring another horse out to ride while I'm recvering.  I can't ride my thoroughbred, he is too green, and if he throws me (which he hasn't but he has sure tried!)  It could be the end of my recovery and I'd be at square one again.  So I have a horse lined up to be on loan, so to say.  A twenty something gelding who has been there and done that so much that he would just let me sit on him, get square, build muscle, and get stronger.  $100 a month to pasture him, plus food (and there in lies the issue).  Dang job that pays crap!  If I can scrounge up the cash, Im going to do it.  We shall see.  I also just got a bill from the hospital which made me want to choke on my orange juice, so it might just be wishfull thinking.
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