Well, I never!

I never thought I would own a beautiful PRE horse. I never knew what one was until I went to Spain and learned that a PRE is a Pura Raza Española (pure Spanish horse). Back here in the USA, most folks refer to them as Andalusians (when they refer to them at all). As it was explained to me, any horse from Andalusia or the Iberian Peninsula can be called an Andalusian. Only special ones get to be PRE.

I went to Spain by way of Afghanistan. Not wanting to travel all the way back home at the mercy of military travel, I went to Spain instead. Make sense? By the way, I also just listed several other things I never thought I would do. Watching that horse get off the trailer on a cold February night was definitely a high point worthy of pictures and another post.

Fast forward to last week. One of the things that makes a PRE so special is the disposition. Nothing really phases them. Well, they do not have horse flies the size of hummingbirds in Spain. I never thought I would fall off of my horse, but I did last week. I made it past the eight-second count, but that horsefly was as determined as I was to hang on. I did a spectacular face plant in my (yes, my– another I thought I’d never) arena after bouncing on my side. Just to make this more fun, my PRE is also tall (16 hands 3 inches; one hand = 4 inches; that’s 67 inches tall at the withers, that ‘bump’ in front of the saddle).  I thought I would never catch my breath. When I tried to get up, I thought I would prefer never to do so. I had bruised multiple ribs. My dear horse was watching me writhe in the sand, unfazed by his induction into the Mother Bucker Club.

Last Wednesday’s tumble added insult to an already injurious day. I never, ever thought I would be let go from a job, especially one at which I am (not quite was) way better than average even on my off days. My ribs, my ego, and my self-esteem have taken quite a beating in the past week, and I have been asking myself where all my hard work, loyalty, and  devotion to “the mission” have gotten me. Obviously, they’ve gotten me quite a lot in terms of material things, but what do I have to show for myself in other realms?

Now I am testing the waters with you- trying to decide just how serious I can be in the blogosphere. Sure, it’s my blog (there goes another one!), but I’d like to have a few loyal readers. I am a great fan of sarcasm, so I had to stay away from the keyboard for a few days (even after I could remain sitting) for fear of launching an all out attack on some people and institutions who/which, however deserving they may be, are entitled to  a more thoughtful assault. And yes, this reflexiveness has to be turned on yours truly as well.

I’ll be coming back to this topic in the near future, so either stay away or chime in. For me, it was hard enough to get to this place.

It’s not just about the hair.

Hello world!

Hello World, indeed!

I had whole list of things that I was blissfully and ignorantly looking forward to just popping into a template for you to enjoy and maybe even think about. Now I am fed up with the entire blogging process and ready to sign off. No one told me that I had to be a computer genius in order to do this. My web host gives fabulous 24/7 support,  but they may already be tired of me. I couldn’t even log without help. What you see right now is where I plan to leave this until I can figure out a few more tricks.

People are always saying to me (and to most bloggers and writers, I suspect) that I should start a blog. Well, here it is.  Let’s hope that I am better at the content than at the decorations!

I have to give credit for the name of this blog to a friend. She suggested it after I whined to her about the names that I wanted not being available. So much for creativity.

The more I thought about this title though, the more I liked it. Despite the fact that I am an introvert, I am a pretty noisy person. I grew up in a noisy family. My pets are noisy. I am always listening to the sounds around me, especially what people say, and how they say it. I also have a marked talent to tune out things that I do not want to hear (like those times when my introversion drives me to recharge and solitude is not really an option).

A lot of noise means more options. You can choose to read or not. I also love sights, so maybe I’ll even post some of the thousands of photos I have taken throughout my somewhat interesting existence.