Hold your Horses

Hey, this weather has been so swell that I had to go out for a ride in Hell on Buddy yesterday. Yep that's right my buddy, Buddy, is in Hell. His former digs in Brighton lost their lease and everyone moved lock stock and barrel to Hell Creek Ranch.

Even though it was hunting season and beer soaked heavily armed republicans stalk the woodlands of Livingston County this time of year, I had to go. It was fabulous! I tied orange tape on Bud's mane and tail and we went for a brisk walk through the wilds of Pinckney Recreation Area. Well at least it was a brisk walk out, but he wanted to run full throttle back to his new pasture. He must like it there. Or else he was freaked out by the new set of trees and bushes in Hell.

For myself, I enjoyed looking at new trees and vines as I was becoming jaded to the ones at Brighton. The trails are nicer in Hell too, not so many rocks. I didn't see another sole and between Buddy shouting out hoping to find other horses, and my singing when a good song came on my iPod (which was most of the time no surprise seeing as I picked the songs on that thing) we managed to not get shot as an oversized deer.

Every time I think that I am foolish to keep such a obvious waste of money, I go for a ride like yesterday, and renew my vows of fiscal irresponsibility. Anything that can make a woman sliding at breakneck speed down the backside of the (over the) hill feel like a amazon warior, must certainly be worth any amount of money. I will continue to charge into old age and bankruptcy on the back of a Tenneesee Walker through Hell.

In other news I joined a gym. I am now going with my entire 21st century family to the Howell Fitness Center. It is a pretty cool gym, not fancy, but run by a bunch of slightly crazed nice guys. Which reminds me, I have a 4:00 today with a personal trainer, a first for me. You can expect a full report on this anticipated debacle ASAP. LOL My plan is to be able to kick the butt of anyone making fun of an old woman riding hirses through Hell. :)