First Blog Post . . . Ever

Hello! This is my first post on a blog, so I'm going to tell you a little bit about me. I won't bore you to death, just catch you up.

I've been riding horses since I was twelve, and they've been a large part of my life since. I learned how to ride on an Arabian pony named Zak. He's the cutest, little, snow-white pony every girl dreamed of owning, with more personality than you could ask for. Big things come in small packages. When I had to retire him to the horrible life of every day pasture and pampering, we bought a Morgan for me to improve my riding career on. Teddy and I have seen over four years of the happiest moments, and the saddest. I hate to be cliche, but we've lived the sweat, blood, and tears of any team sport.

Horseback riding started with the farm. The stable has been the best part of my childhood. It taught me hard work, (It takes A LOT of muscle to clean thirty stalls every day), better horsemanship, and I've made lifelong friends. Most of my stories in this blog will be in or around the stable. Surrounding the stable and pastures, my step-dad's family owns their own farm. We raise about seventy-five head of beef cattle on this land. Spring is my favorite time of the year because all of the baby calves are being born and each year we get an orphan to bottle feed for the summer.

So, I hope this intro didn't put you to sleep. I'd like to use this blog to share many of my (mostly funny) stories of living a farm lifestyle in the middle of a privileged town.