Casper

After I outgrew my first horse, Navajo, I prayed and prayed for a horse.
There was this older gentleman from a local town who was always bringing horses out for my dad to ride. He brought out this big white horse one day. We had him around the house for awhile, and my parents ended up buying him for me.

He was a booger to catch, and bridle. He had this thing about his ears. I eventually learned techniques for him though.

That poor boy, he put up with a lot from me. Trying to be Man from Snowy River going off any type of hill I could find, jumping mesquite bushes trying to make him into a hunter jumper, and even a race horse in an old lake bed.

If I ever went off he always stood there waiting for me to get back up and try to clamber back on.

He had to be my rodeo and show horse as well. We won a couple are so buckles in the horse show, it was always a time trying to get him clean for them.

He was a good steed, we went a lot of miles. He had his moments, but you gotta be kept on your toes.

Wanted to say thank you all for the, get wells (:

I am back to feeling a hundred percent (mostly)... I started back to work last Monday, and I was ready. Let me tell ya. Not being able to do anything for two weeks can make one go crazy. It'll give you a little taste of that crazy old cat lady syndrome.
I'll still get pretty tired if I over due, but the good doctor said that'll be normal for awhile. I know I could have had a worse case, so I'm thankful to have gotten over it pretty fast. Even if I did whine about it for awhile.

I was only back to work three days before I was gone again. I had the opportunity to go here with six ladies from my church. It was so SO good. The main jest of it was about biblical womanhood, how woman have gotten away from what God intended, and how to become a true woman of God. There were quite a few different speakers, my favorites being, Kay Arthur, Nancy Leigh DeMoss, James McDonald, and Mary Kassian. There was a lot to absorb and soak up.

My favorite time of year has started, that good feeling in the air that I love, and cows outside my window bawling. Fall works have been going on the past couple weeks, and they worked my dads country today. I always look forward to this day, something about their bawling puts me to sleep.



Of course since I'm a girl I always have to miss out on the fun, and find myself toodling off to work. But I deal with it.

My poor cowdog, Maggie. Imprisoned, those mean cowboys not wanting her help. Missing out on all those heels to nip, and tails to swing from.

Chore time.

Monday is over, so I hope the rest of your week is amazing friends!