Why I Love It:

When my KY3 weather text woke me up at seven a.m., immediatley followed by sever anxiety, I really doubted that this day could turn out good at all. Riding lessons loomed ahead of me, with the temperature already topping eighty degrees. I really didn't want to get out of bed, but following Stefanie and Olivia's cruise theme, I decided to press on.

I proceeded to crawl out of bed and locate all of my riding attire (which is more than you would think) and plopped into the kitchen getting that 'I cant believe you are wearing those riding tights in public' look from Mom. I took a couple sips of water and headed out.

Andrea and I decided to ride together, so at least the car ride was fun. We arrived at the barn, giggling about how fat my lesson horse is, and having a good time. The day was starting to look up.

The barn I ride at doubles as a theraputic riding facility. I finished my lesson, and my instructor asked me if there was any way that I could be a walker for one of the therapy kids that was there that morning. Andrea had yet to ride, so I said I would, kind of leary of the fact that I was already exhausted from my lesson and I didnt really want to walk around in circles for another half hour.

After I took care of my horse, I moved into the indoor arena and saw the little boy that I would be helping that day. His name was Owen. Harvey put him on the little pony and we took off. I listened to Owen quietly talk and felt the way that the little pony was so careful with his precious cargo. Then it hit me: this may be what I want to do with my life.

I got emotional as I thought about how much this little pony was helping Owen get stronger, and how much Owen had probably looked forward to getting to ride. I was worried about the heat and getting sun burned, but he was just excited to get to be there and ride.

We finished with his lesson and I came away different. I had quit worrying about the heat, or that jump line that I just embarassed myself with. It was all about seeing Owen smile and wave goodbye to his pony.

I finished the day out with rodeo judging night on Dewey. We had a few problems, but worked through them. I doubt that I will be able to walk tomorrow, but it was worth having a wonderful day.

Sorry Stef!

So I have really always wanted to start a blog, and when Stefanie started her's, I decided it was time for me too. As many of you know from my extensive facebook posts, some pretty funny things happen in my life. I felt like a blog would be a more effective way to share some of these longer stories that facebook wont allow because they are too long.

So begins the chronicles of Kaylene, Mom, Dad, Dewey, Gilbert, and Bob. Enjoy!