So... why this? Why now? Why here?

I've kept an on line diary or journal or blog for much of the last decade. It started on a diary site years ago, to be honest I can't even remember the name of the place any more! I started it to have a safe place to anonymously ramble and vent and to give myself a reason to write because... I love to write.

It wasn't until i got suckered into MySpace that I started to blog without my mantle of anonymity. You know, it is DIFFERENT writing where people you KNOW might read it. In some ways it is better, in others.... not so much. But in all I have to say i enjoy it more.

I don't think I have much of great interest to say, but I'm going to say it anyway. Not because I think anyone out there wants to read it, but because I enjoy writing it. I like to look back and read the things I wrote and smile because I enjoy seeing what I had to say in that moment of time.

There are moments in my life when I stop and think of all I have seen, experienced, survived, etc. I think, "I seem to have a story to share about every stupid subject that comes up! That can't be normal!" But when I look at my life, as boring as I seem, I've seen and done some amazing things! I've ridden with the hounds at a fox hunt, worked for a now retired vice president of GM, worked for a woman who had an actual CAROUSEL in her yard, rode Clydesdales, met Chuck Norris and John Saxon, and loaded euthanized animals into an incinerator at the end of a work week at the animal shelter. I've given mouth to snout to a newborn foal and watched it come to life, held a mares innards out of the way while her foal was cut from her body when it became clear she was dying but perhaps the foal could be saved, ridden a son of Secretariat, and been chased down a driveway by an axe weilding German. For someone as laid back and mellow and all around boring as I tend to consider myself I've had quite a life!

And you know, I like to talk about it even if it is just to read it myself later and smile at my own foolishness.

But why here? Why now?

Well, the here is because... it's convenient and I like the way this place is organized. The now? Well, because I'm a new person in many ways, and I have found a part of myself I though was long dead. It seemed that this was as good a time as any to start something new. I'm on the door step of making a life long dream come true. I want to keep focused on that, and this will be a part of that.

Today's REAL Blog Post... I can has a SNOW DAY!??!

Today, in pictures!


Morning chores:

OH, HAI! I is bundled up, yes!



These dimwits have a 12ft x 24ft run in area in the barn and where were they?



OMG! Teh pones look liek they are sugar donuts! NOM NOM NOM!!!!





I am tricksy, I put their hay in the barn so they will stay out of the snow and wind while they eat:





OK! Done nao! Time for me to go back in teh cozy house! BAI BAI!!!

Salutations!

I woke today at 4 am. I don't LIKE to wake at 4 am and yet almost every day I do. If I don't generally one of the dogs will make sure I don't sleep much later.

However, today we were expecting a snow storm. As usual I waited to see if school would be closed. Every school around us was closed, but ours decided to wait until 15 minutes before the bus would normally be here to report that. Typical, yes? At any rate I had decided to keep Pony Jr. home whether they canceled school or not. If every other school for miles around is closed I do not want her on the roads. So at least SOMEONE got to sleep in today!

I suppose I should introduce myself. My friends call me Pony, so I guess you all might as well call me that, too. I'm closing in rapidly on 40. I have a teenage daughter from my first marriage. I have a husband who is 7 years younger and a foot taller than I am. I have two dogs, one of which is bald. I used to be an artist until my arms went weird on me. I have too many cats. I don't have as many horses as I would like, and the ones I have aren't even big enough to make a meal should the apocalypse come any time soon. But they are darn cute.

I live on 13+ acres in rural Michigan about an hour and a half due north of Detroit. I'm surrounded by corn fields, dirt roads, and interesting people that I do my best to avoid most of the time. I make gourd crafts, and last year I grew my own gourds and I have them drying for future use.

I love to read. I play World of Warcraft. I can't stand kids aside from my own. I love to go with my husband to the Sportsman Club where we are members and hang out while the guys shoot their blackpowder rifles. I'm fascinated by ship wrecks, and the Great Lakes, and ghost stories. But mostly I love horses. Dogs, too, but mostly horses.

That is me, in a nutshell. The highlights I suppose you could say.