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The Power of Just Do It.

This morning was like every other morning. My body wakes up around 4:00AM while my mind is still asleep. I was supposed to ride my mountain bike at 6:00AM before going to the gym for my crossfit workout but, the weather had other plans. 593 more words


When I grow up I want to be a Cowgirl

I have to tell you this little story, when my daughter was graduating from pre school, they lined all the children up a a big stage and called them one by one to the microphone and asked each one what they wanted to be when they grew up…..you guessed it my daughter said a Cowgirl….I was shocked we didn’t live on a farm or have every discussed horses or did she ever talk about a horse………..fast forward 10 years, we are on a farm, I always loved horses and had a pony or two as a young girl, she begins to want to get a horse and we finally purchased our first horse, he was 18 and just what she needed as she was considered green. 47 more words

Little Red Riding Through The Hood

Trying to keep those creative juices flowing through term break. Trying not to live in my bed.

A cheeky little rendition of little red riding hood.


When heartbreak wrecks the soul...

“The problem with communication is the illusion that it has occurred.” –George Bernard Shaw


For the last two years of my life I have dealt with a crazy series of ups and downs in all facets of my life (relationships, family, health, work, etc). 860 more words


The Evolution of a Town

My grandma (actually my hubby’s grandma) passed away a few years ago at the age of 92. I would often ride my bike and visit her and she would always ask me if I rode my bike to her and how far. 205 more words


Sunday Ride (Dedicated to my grandparents)

This poem is dedicated to my grandparents, the late Johnnie Meadows and Ida Meadows.  They loved taking Sunday rides through the country every other Sunday.  They did this up until my grandfather wasn’t able to get around.   99 more words

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