This is the last day of 2007, a very interesting year, and I have the blah's. So I'm going to take my sluggish self to my closet, get into my barn jeans, favorite sweatshirt, and my fuzzy cowboy hat and head down to the barn for some horse therapy. Four-legged, fuzzy faced therapy.



The crisp chill of the last day of December combined with the warm softness of my horses will cure what ailes me. It's not cheaper that medically insured one on one time with a therapist (a point that is not lost on my husband) but it is undoubtably more rewarding. I'll rub their fuzzy bodies, blow in their noses, find a chair and sit tipped back, sun on my face, hat pulled down against the cold north wind, down stuffed coat zipped up to my chin and with joy and deep satisfaction watch my horses eat grass. It's a good way to end the year.



I have a magnet on our fridge and it holds a saying a firmly believe in, "If Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy." My horses make me happy and that's a good thing for everyone.