Back in the saddle again

I know, two posts in one day. First, to those of you who need to laugh at me and couldn’t find my My What Not to Wear Post, it’s still there. A post on Troll Baby asked us to find/share a new blog. I’m here to introduce you to Confessions of a Pioneer Woman. Why do I like her? I don’t live in the West, nor on a farm. But, as I write this, I’m seeing a connection — beside my desk sits a Western Saddle, circa 1950. It was my Mom’s, and her horse’s name was Spring Design. My entire life, this saddle sat in our attic, as we made several trips to the attic through the years to pull out Christmas decorations, store winter coats, or pull out suitcases. The saddle stayed there, untouched. My Mom did tell me stories about the races she was in (she had some fire), and how Spring Design threw her once, and she had two broken arms– at the same time. Western movies were her favorite, and they were the ones I saw as a child. She did get back in the saddle — but not long enough. Once I was born, the saddle was put away, and she was too busy to ever ride again.

I can’t put it in my attic and let it sit again. So it sits in my office, and I don’t have any idea where to put it. (Ree, do you have any ideas?) But I keep it as a reminder to live — in spite of being a Mother. Ree, (my Mom would have loved you), lives voraciously in the moment. I guess that’s why I love visiting her blog so much. So go find out about Marlboro Man, and see what I’m talking about.

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