So as I’ve mentioned I’ve been spending the last few weeks since the miscarriage to do things I love. Because there is more to me then broken plumbing. One of my favorite things are horses. I’ve been riding for 29 years and have no plans to stop. I went trail riding this weekend with one of my girlfriends. Man getting to the park we went riding at was like something out of National Lampoons Country vacation. I tell my friend her life would make a perfect reality show on CMT(country music television). We started out with a truck we nicknamed the Rolling Turd. It’s her 16-year-old sons, 1st vehicle that he paid $2000 for. Now it does run really well so it does its job but…the gas gauge doesn’t work, no air, the windows are stuck in the down position, no radio, it sounds like the muffler fell off. We look like the clampets rolling down the streets of Nashville. After our fantastic ride. She dropped me off and started back home but ran out of gas 10 miles from her house with a horse trailer in tow and a very agitated horse. God bless her she didn’t get home till 11:30pm, she dropped me off at 7:30pm. She sent me a text message today saying it was all worth it. Horses will do that to you. I took some photos of my big baby Roy.