Four years ago, Cheyenne and my mom’s horse, Tip, disappeared.  We had no idea where they went, they just vanished.  A few days later, mom and I were eating breakfast and reading newspapers to see if anyone had found two horses.  Mom skimmed the ads and finally came across one that said:

“Found: Three horses, contact Johnson County Sheriffs Department.”

Since we had only lost two horses, mom almost dismissed it, but something in me said we should at least try; horses are social creatures after all, they may have picked up a straggler along the way.

I watched with anticipation as mom talked to the lady on the other end of the line.

“Yes, we lost a white appaloosa gelding, and a buckskin mare…”  Her eyes grew big.

“You did!?  That’s great!…..What?  Are you serious?”

I was confused by Mom’s expression, it was a mixture of happiness and surprise.  She hung up the phone.

“Well, the lady said ‘I think these are your horses, and we have a surprise for you, you have a brand new baby!'”

A brand new baby….

Happy Birthday Stetson!

Big boy’s growing up so fast…can’t wait until I can really work him!

Five years ago, I knew nothing about owning a horse.  I was excited when we went to the sale that day in May, and even more excited when my step dad, who had been around horses his entire life, and with whom I had trusted my money with to buy the right horse for me, started bidding.  I was a little nervous that he started bidding on the very horse out of the gate, there were so many, how could he know that was the right one?  But more than anything, I was excited when we WON the bid, and I became the owner of a beautiful buckskin (my absolute favorite color) mare.

5 years ago, I knew nothing about owning a horse….look at me now!

I will forever love this girl. I love Stetson…but I don’t think any horse out there can replace the attachment I have with her.

4 years ago….I knew NOTHING about raising a baby, but I was never given the chance to think about it.  Little did I know, that day that I bought Cheyenne that Stetson was already growing inside her.

So here we are…four years later and it makes my heart smile to say:



One of his very first baby pictures! Taking on the day we found them

After thinking about Stetson’s birthday, I got to thinking about 2010, the year he was born.  I remember, at the time, thinking that 2010 was one of the worst years of my life.  I don’t know why I ever thought that.

Just last weekend, the boy and I celebrated our 4 year anniversary together.  4 years….he came into my life in 2010.


In September, the infamous Winston will be 4 years old.  4 years….he came into my life in 2010.

He was so cute and sweet...when he was sleeping
He was so cute and sweet…when he was sleeping

And we’ve already addressed that Stetson just turned 4….he came into my life in 2010.

So, it seems 2010 was a pretty good year for me.  I gained three pretty awesome boys, and I wouldn’t take a million bucks for a single one of them….except…maybe…the boy.


Aliens Are Rude….Why They Gotta Ignore Us?

I don’t think it comes as a surprise to anyone that some people believe that we are not alone in this life; that “aliens” exist.  My opinion on aliens is much like my opinion on ghosts, I don’t believe in them, but I don’t disbelieve in them.  When you think about it, it’s pretty selfish of us to think that we are the only intelligent life forms in the entire universe isn’t it?  I mean, I’ve watched those shows on the Discovery Channel….the universe is a BIG place.

Some people spend their entire lifetime looking for aliens.  They scour the country, chasing down every UFO sighting reported.   They sit on top of a hill with binoculars, trying everything they can to get a glimpse of what is really going on in “Area 51”.  They’ve created a huge cult following ;it’s almost become a way of life.  Fox Mulder would be proud.

But I wonder, has anyone ever stopped to think why we haven’t really made any verified contact with alien life forms yet?  It COULD be because they don’t exist but honestly, I think there’s a better explanation.

I’ll come back to my explanation in a minute, first, let’s derail for a bit.

Pretend you are back in high school.  Recently, you’ve been getting random gifts from a “secret admirer” however; you know exactly who it is.  You can’t help but feel his/her beady eyes, constantly boring holes into the back of your head.  Every time you look up, you have to divert your eyes because, no matter where you look, their eyes meet yours, the only safe place to look is the floor, and that’s getting old.

The gifts continue to come, it starts out simple, a bouquet of flowers, a teddy bear, a friendly card.   Then, as you continue to ignore this person, the gifts start to get stranger.  Weird poems about how your hair smells like chocolate and your breath is the very reason they exist.   Then you start getting random “mix tapes” (hey, I’m old, mix tapes were still a thing in high school…kinda) and every time you open your locker you find some note has been stuffed in it, telling you how the sound of your voice reminds them of butterflies.

The only place you can get away from them is at home, and somehow or another, they’ve managed to get your home phone number (I’m old remember…we weren’t like all the young’uns these days, we didn’t all have cell phones).  Then they start showing up at your house; they are there in the morning to “make sure you get to school safely”, and they are waiting for you when you get home.  You just can’t get away from them.

Would you talk to that person?  Would you acknowledge they exist?  Aside from possibly punching them in the face when you finally got enough?  What is wrong with people like that?  Can’t they get the point?

(sadly, all of the above comes from personal experience)

Now, let’s go back to our alien friends…..

We stare up at the sky, sometimes with telescopes, scouring the vast void with wondering eyes, just hoping to find an alien.  We stare….and stare…..and stare

We broadcast radio messages far into the netherworld, crazy, weird messages.  Messages that become scrambled and garbled after years…..mix tapes.

We send shuttles into outer space.  We land rovers on other planets.  We place our flags on extraterrestrial soil, claiming it as ours, though we really have no right to do so.  We send space stations out to forever orbit the earth.  We send satellites out on long missions, searching…waiting.  Waiting for our aliens….waiting.

So, the point of my post is….to aliens, we are stalkers.  Would YOU talk to us if you were an alien?