I've finally experienced love at first sight. It's a powerful thing. I walked into horses yesterday and there he was. The most gorgeous black gelding I've ever seen. He's tall, dark, and handsome in every sense of the phrase. I lusted after him from looking at him, then I rode him. He's amazing. He's super responsive, nice lope, but kind of a bumpy trot. He's the most fantastic piece of horse flesh I've ever experienced.
A little history on my fellow. He was a $20K roping horse in his previous life. He hurt his leg and had to have surgery (so his leg is a little swollen). Bottom line he can't do his job anymore so they were going to put him down. That would be an atrocity to the world. So the vet suggested an alternative. Give him to us for therapy. We could sell him and keep the money, or use him as a therapy horse. He's super broke and doesn't startle at anything, but he doesn't like bubbles.
For the record his leg doesn't even phase. We rode him every chance anyone had yesterday and he never favored it once, or stepped short. So I've been begging Cindy to let me ride him at the fundraiser next week. I'm pretty sure that I look better just being on him. I also think since he was formerly a roping horse that he'll do alright at sorting.
This is also your reminder for the fundraiser next Saturday November 1st at 5:00. Please come and buy stuff at the bake sale and raffle and silent auction. But most importantly to watch me ride the most beautiful horse in the world for team sorting. This is the ranch's website so you can find it. Please everyone come. http://www.sdpbuffaloranch.com/
Friday, October 24, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
If I only had a brain
I've been told that I should blame this on the triathlon. Monday I vacuumed the entire house, put the vacuum away, only to realize that I didn't vacuum the kitchen upstairs. Not a big deal, I'll just sweep it. Yesterday it got worse. I was just going to mow the front lawn (you know how I'm all about appearances). When I got out of the shower and Dylan woke up from his nap, I looked out the window. I only mowed 1/2 of the front lawn. Also, I'm neurotic about my nightly routine, and I forgot to brush my teeth last night. Unheard of. I think I'm losing it. Gladly, when I ran errands today, I didn't bring home the groceries and leave Dylan at the store. And for anyone starting to smirk, I'm NOT pregnant. Just crazy.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
The Triathlon
I did my 1st triathlon on Saturday in St. George, and I'm a little sore today. It's a sprint tri so it was 1/4 mile swim (in a pool), 12 mile bike, and a 5K run(about 3 miles). I've been a major slacker in training. I don't think I swam for 2 weeks and I hadn't bike for at least a week an a half. Sporadic running in between. But I'm happy with how I finished. My sister-in-law who did it with me set a goal of 1 hour 33 minutes because she'd done one before. I thought that sounded like a good goal. How would I know. I finished in 1 hour and 36 minutes. I'm happy with that since I didn't have a goal until about 20 minutes before the race. I came in 8th in my division (women 21-30), 22nd out of women overall, and 56th out of everyone.
It was freezing. It was supposed to get up to 85 in sunny St. George, but it had to be closer to 50 at 9AM when we were getting started.
I as an icicle standing barefoot waiting to get into the warm pool. The swim was a little more exhausting than it had been in the past. 
The bike was disheartening. This was probably my worst event and it's the longest. Melissa took off after about the first leg. 
Then after awhile I thought, "I've got to be the last one out here." Then I got passed by about 4 more people. Big kick to the ego. 
One of the volunteers I think was mocking my bike, or he sincerely likes old school mountain bikes. Then we came to the run. My event of choice. It's like I can regulate my breathing, heart rate and pace and go forever, regardless of the fact that I've already been going for about an hour. That's when I passed everyone. I'm average at the first 2 events, and I think I paced myself really well, but I was feeling good about myself once I started running.
About 2/3 of the way through the run, I felt the good old tendinitis in my knee acting up. It felt like someone was stabbing me in the knee. Oh, wait. I did stab myself in the knee, and it's still swollen right over my IT band. But who cares, I can run through pain. I wanted to lay my bike down and cry for no reason other than despair, but I can run through knee pain. I feel good about it and I'd like to do more. I think Ruth is nuts doing an Olympic length tri.
Matt did the beginner length.
I have no idea how far that is, but I'm proud of him for doing it and finishing. Matt and Melissa were both up the night before with food poisoning
Staley did the kids one and she did awesome. This girl loves to run and bike.
She did great on her first length of the pool, then got a little nervous on the way back.
But she kept going. And she got a new bike out of the deal. 
So good for her.
I'd like to thank my two biggest fans for spending so much time in the car to be with me.
And especially Wes for getting some slicks and tuning up the bike. Dylan can't say, "Good job, Mama." But I got some fives. My whole family called individually to see how I did. Thanks everyone, and thanks Ev for staying with Mela.
And we went to lunch with Erika (friend from PT school)and Riley and their cute boys. It was really good to see them and catch up.
It was freezing. It was supposed to get up to 85 in sunny St. George, but it had to be closer to 50 at 9AM when we were getting started.
I as an icicle standing barefoot waiting to get into the warm pool. The swim was a little more exhausting than it had been in the past. 
The bike was disheartening. This was probably my worst event and it's the longest. Melissa took off after about the first leg. 
Then after awhile I thought, "I've got to be the last one out here." Then I got passed by about 4 more people. Big kick to the ego. 
One of the volunteers I think was mocking my bike, or he sincerely likes old school mountain bikes. Then we came to the run. My event of choice. It's like I can regulate my breathing, heart rate and pace and go forever, regardless of the fact that I've already been going for about an hour. That's when I passed everyone. I'm average at the first 2 events, and I think I paced myself really well, but I was feeling good about myself once I started running. 
About 2/3 of the way through the run, I felt the good old tendinitis in my knee acting up. It felt like someone was stabbing me in the knee. Oh, wait. I did stab myself in the knee, and it's still swollen right over my IT band. But who cares, I can run through pain. I wanted to lay my bike down and cry for no reason other than despair, but I can run through knee pain. I feel good about it and I'd like to do more. I think Ruth is nuts doing an Olympic length tri.Matt did the beginner length.
I have no idea how far that is, but I'm proud of him for doing it and finishing. Matt and Melissa were both up the night before with food poisoning
Staley did the kids one and she did awesome. This girl loves to run and bike.
She did great on her first length of the pool, then got a little nervous on the way back.
But she kept going. And she got a new bike out of the deal. 
So good for her.I'd like to thank my two biggest fans for spending so much time in the car to be with me.
And especially Wes for getting some slicks and tuning up the bike. Dylan can't say, "Good job, Mama." But I got some fives. My whole family called individually to see how I did. Thanks everyone, and thanks Ev for staying with Mela.And we went to lunch with Erika (friend from PT school)and Riley and their cute boys. It was really good to see them and catch up.
Saturday, October 11, 2008
My Dad Rocks!
I started this post a few days ago and didn't realize that it had published. How embarrassing. I just wanted everyone to know how cool my parents are. They spent the weekend watching my kid and playing Rock Band 2 with my brother and me. The awesome part was the my dad got 100% on vocals singing Eye of the Tiger. If you know my dad, you know how cool that is.
Wednesday, October 8, 2008
The Andrea Report
I think I need to change the title of my blog to Ode to Stupidity.
Last Saturday, I was cutting out some material for costumes on the kitchen floor downstairs while listening to Conference. While I was shifting around, I stabbed myself in the knee with my sewing scissors. At first I thought; ouch, that stung. So I lifted up my pants to reveal a nice little 1 inch gash that I could see fat cells from, (it disturbs me that I have a fatty knee, fatty butt sure, but a fatty knee!?), no ligaments or bone, so not that bad. S4o, I pinched it together and walked upstairs to tell Wes that I probably needed him to drive me to the ER to get stitches.
This is where I thank the Manwaring's, especially Jotham, for taking in my kid and letting him take a nap at their house without any more forewarning than Wes knocking on the door and asking. So naturally the MD resident in the ward wants to take a look at something stitch worthy.
We drive to the ER at St. Marks to see the nurse in the ward. Awesome, huh? So now I'm really embarrassed by how many people I know are privy to my stupidity. An hour and a half later I walked out of the ER, I think much to Seth's irritation, after signing that I was leaving against medical advice. To go back to the Manwaring's to sit on their kitchen table and have Jotham put steri-strips on instead of stitches. I think he was disappointed about not having the right kind of stitches so that he could use his lidocaine.
I would at this point like to apoligize to both of these kind men for the fact that I had gone running and hadn't showered or brushed my teeth at 3:00 in the afternoon.
To change the subject everyone needs to watch Fox 13 Friday the 17th in the morning. Big Budda is coming to horse therapy, so I'll be on TV and will most likely do something stupid. And don't forget the team penning fund raiser the evening of Novemeber 1st. Also I'm presenting at the Traumatic Brain Injury Conference this Friday so say an extra prayer for me.
Last Saturday, I was cutting out some material for costumes on the kitchen floor downstairs while listening to Conference. While I was shifting around, I stabbed myself in the knee with my sewing scissors. At first I thought; ouch, that stung. So I lifted up my pants to reveal a nice little 1 inch gash that I could see fat cells from, (it disturbs me that I have a fatty knee, fatty butt sure, but a fatty knee!?), no ligaments or bone, so not that bad. S4o, I pinched it together and walked upstairs to tell Wes that I probably needed him to drive me to the ER to get stitches.
This is where I thank the Manwaring's, especially Jotham, for taking in my kid and letting him take a nap at their house without any more forewarning than Wes knocking on the door and asking. So naturally the MD resident in the ward wants to take a look at something stitch worthy.
We drive to the ER at St. Marks to see the nurse in the ward. Awesome, huh? So now I'm really embarrassed by how many people I know are privy to my stupidity. An hour and a half later I walked out of the ER, I think much to Seth's irritation, after signing that I was leaving against medical advice. To go back to the Manwaring's to sit on their kitchen table and have Jotham put steri-strips on instead of stitches. I think he was disappointed about not having the right kind of stitches so that he could use his lidocaine.
I would at this point like to apoligize to both of these kind men for the fact that I had gone running and hadn't showered or brushed my teeth at 3:00 in the afternoon.
To change the subject everyone needs to watch Fox 13 Friday the 17th in the morning. Big Budda is coming to horse therapy, so I'll be on TV and will most likely do something stupid. And don't forget the team penning fund raiser the evening of Novemeber 1st. Also I'm presenting at the Traumatic Brain Injury Conference this Friday so say an extra prayer for me.
Friday, October 3, 2008
The Dylan Report
Let's be honest, this is mostly for Alayna because the rest of you people see him all the time.
He's healthy and awesome. My mom was watching him yesterday and they both flipped out of the hammock so he has a bit of a bang-up on his head. I was afraid I would get the abuse run, but the pediatrician just laughed and said, "I told you he was going to be a wild man." She also said he would be walking in a month to 6 weeks. That freaked me out a little. My grandma said it best on Sunday, he's just a busy body. He never stops going until he falls asleep. His favorite song is still Lo by Flo-Rida. He gets really excited whenever he hears it. His favorite game is peek-a-boo as demonstrated by him in the curtains. He'll hide, you just have to say the words.
He loves going up the stairs like he is right now, need to go catch him. Not so great at going down, but solid at going up. He's also super tough and never cries about anything even the biggest bumps or shots for more than a minute He's kinda decided that he prefers him mom, unless his grampa is around. Because then he gets taken wherever he wants and spoiled to no end. 
He's talking what feels like tons, just the last couple of weeks. He definately says "mama" when he wants me, which can be roughly translated to, I'm hungry, tired or hurt. Dada is usually an accident. He says "uh-oh", signs 'finished' and can give fives. He inconsistntly waves bye-bye. Other than that he's almost contantly making noise, turn down your TV, you can probably hear him from there. Oh, and he also thinks it's funny to blow, I think because we blow in his face all the time. Sometimes he accidentally whistles.
Layne, this is the best I could do to geet his laugh.
He's healthy and awesome. My mom was watching him yesterday and they both flipped out of the hammock so he has a bit of a bang-up on his head. I was afraid I would get the abuse run, but the pediatrician just laughed and said, "I told you he was going to be a wild man." She also said he would be walking in a month to 6 weeks. That freaked me out a little. My grandma said it best on Sunday, he's just a busy body. He never stops going until he falls asleep. His favorite song is still Lo by Flo-Rida. He gets really excited whenever he hears it. His favorite game is peek-a-boo as demonstrated by him in the curtains. He'll hide, you just have to say the words.
He loves going up the stairs like he is right now, need to go catch him. Not so great at going down, but solid at going up. He's also super tough and never cries about anything even the biggest bumps or shots for more than a minute He's kinda decided that he prefers him mom, unless his grampa is around. Because then he gets taken wherever he wants and spoiled to no end. 
He's talking what feels like tons, just the last couple of weeks. He definately says "mama" when he wants me, which can be roughly translated to, I'm hungry, tired or hurt. Dada is usually an accident. He says "uh-oh", signs 'finished' and can give fives. He inconsistntly waves bye-bye. Other than that he's almost contantly making noise, turn down your TV, you can probably hear him from there. Oh, and he also thinks it's funny to blow, I think because we blow in his face all the time. Sometimes he accidentally whistles.Layne, this is the best I could do to geet his laugh.
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