I am new to blogging but I am not new the craziness of being married to a cowboy. My husband and I have been married for twenty years now. We met later in life when we both had a lot of "experience" under our buckles. Actually it was a banner year for me. We married, I won my first saddle, and we built a house. And all this happened the year I turned 40.
40 was not so bad. We are figuring this out now that we're experiencing all the miles that have gone into our battered and bruised bodies.
My husband has put a lot more hard miles on his odometer. Matter of fact, today he had to make another appointment with his chiropractor to try to straighten him out. I'm not sure the best chiropractor in the world can do it though, and she is good, he's just too hard headed.
These pictures might give you a good idea of why my husband is experiencing some pangs now and then. What we did in our youth tends to catch up with us.
But even more than what he did before I met him, is the life he now leads as a professional horse trainer, rancher and cowboy.
As I continue to add to this story, it will become evident that we are leading a crazy life. Every day is an adventure. For example, as I am writing trying to heal from a few recent bruises, he is down painting the new bucking chute he has added to our arena. I'm sure that that addition will lead to a lot more bruises and good stories. It's Sunday and I'm going to put something good in the oven and go watch a movie.
