The better decision

Sometimes it seems that the more going on in my life the less I have time to share it. I have mentally started many posts over the last weekend but never actually got any of them down. Friday a young girl and her family came to look at Connie. I don't know if I mentioned it before but I was contacted about her through an ad I forgot was still up. I had no plans to sell her since buying our farm but this young girl was everything I had hoped for in a new owner. 14, ready to graduate from her pony and wanting to jump. I really didn't expect much as many people before when I were selling were far more interested in Lass who is pretty as opposed to Connie who isn't as stunning but trained. People can be so stupid and that is a whole other rant but seriously, put your child on a trained horse not just a pretty one. Pretty does not mean safe or even for that matter anything in jumping...

Anyhows, the girl turned out to be a very confident rider and did fabulous on Connie. And I had this knowing that they would be buying her. On Sunday they offered me a low offer which I refused. Monday they paid what I was asking but including tax. I hung up the phone and cried and my mom hugged me. I feel good that she is going somewhere she will be loved and ridden a lot more than I have time for but it still hurts. I prayed about this a lot and I knew that for Connie this was the best decision. She is the the type of horse that thrives under attention. And while I doubt she has been complaining about being a pasture pet she came to life with the young girl out riding her in a field.

Friday they pick her up. Friday I say goodbye. But what hurts the most is I won't even be able to take a farewell ride on her. A tight hug will have to do.

I think I need to go cry. I will blog the rest of my weekend later.

Welcome

Well, I have failed in my blogging reviews. It is so much easier to rant in my head than to type it down. I also blame being pregnant again and moving to a beautiful piece of land...

I have decided to quit Facebook and so, create a blog where people can keep updated on me and mine. I was going to send out news emails but I think that this option will be better. That way anyone wanting to stay in touch can follow this blog. For all you poor souls who stumbled across it there will not be much of interest in here. Some days I may rant and some days it may just be me telling you a bear meandered into my yard and I shot him with my husband's shotgun... And we feasted on bear meat for month (no this did not happen... well the shooting and feasting part.)

So, welcome to my blog. I am terrible at names and am sorry I could not think of anything more clever. I hope to post pictures but probably only after I figure out if there is an app for that on my iphone. I am sure there is.

 Let me bring you up to date. I currently am living on a peaceful hobby farm located only 15 minutes from the bustling city (it really is) of Dawson Creek. I am married to a wonderful man who probably will not be reading this blog so I can say what I want about him. We have one very cute daughter who is 20 months and are expecting our second child no later than February 10 (by c-section so no guessing there). We do not know what we are having yet but plan to find out. That is a whole other post for a whole other day.

I own three horses. Two are Thoroughbreds mares and one is TB/Hanoverian cross gelding. We own two cats, my husband's fat cat, Cleo (she really isn't fat anymore but she'd like to be) and my disturbed cat, Tirzah. We also have a new family member, an Australian Shepherd puppy named Logan (think X-men and think of my other blog... makes sense).

Thanks for dropping by and feel free to stay for as long (or as short) as you like!