How Did We Get Here?


I’ve been listening to people crying out for stronger gun laws. I want to know where that is going to get us? When we made laws against drugs, who followed the rules? When we made laws against murder and killing people, who listened? Who is it that follows the laws and regulations set forth? It isn’t the criminal or the person with malice in mind, it’s the LAW ABIDING citizen.  

I am a mother, a wife, and someone who works in education. I believe that as a country we have a right to protection and to protect our family and to protect those around us. If you are at the grocery store and someone comes in wielding a gun and the man beside you takes out the threat as he’s raising a gun to your head to kill you, are you still going to be against carrying?  

We offer protection to our law makers, to banks, and jewelry stores. We offer protection to celebrities and others of high profile, yet we fail our students daily as we send them to school as sitting ducks to wait for something bad to happen. Have we really become so clueless as a society that we think a sign stating the school is a gun free zone is going to keep our children safe? Are we really stupid enough to think that un-arming law-abiding citizens is also going to un-arm the criminal?  

Don’t get me wrong, I do believe that as a society we have a problem. We have a human problem, not a gun problem. The laws we already have in place don’t stop addicts from using. Speed limit signs don’t stop drivers from speeding, DUIs don’t stop all drink drivers. I believe that we need to protect our children and ourselves, just as we protect those of high profile. I believe that having several administrators, and even teachers or coaches, in our schools who are highly trained to handle guns would be a major deterrent for those who mean harm to our children. In the event that one of these terrorists enters our school meaning harm, they would could be neutralized before another tragedy like Columbine, Sandy Hook or the most recent in Florida has a chance to happen. Open your eyes people!  

How did we get to the place where we blame everything and everyone but the perpetrator? How can we blame the NRA, the President of the United States or those who legally own and use guns, rather than the sick people who have caused the tragedies that we see? How can we be so naive to think that restricting those who don’t cause harm, will restrict those who do? Protecting ourselves in this world we have all come to know isn’t only logical, but it is our right. We have the right to be safe, our children have the right to go to school and receive an education, free of the fear of an intruder ending their lives as they sit there defenseless. We have a responsibility to our children to keep them safe. If we don’t, who will? Who are we kidding? I know that as a parent, I would feel much better if I knew that my child had someone at school defending them. I don’t care if it’s an administrator, a teacher, a coach, a parent, or even one of the many retired military personnel that need a job. We need to stand up for our right, and our children’s right, to safety and get someone in each school who is trained for situation exactly like what we’ve been seeing. I know I will get backlash for this, I don’t care. What I do care about is keeping my children, your children, and the staff that willingly go in everyday and teach the future of our world safe. We have an obligation to every single one of them.  



In a previous post I was very hard on my mom, the choices she’d made, and how thankful I was that she was my mom and showed me what I didn’t want in my life, how I never wanted to make my children feel. Addiction is a nasty, despicable thing that ruins lives, kills, and separates sufferers from those they love. Often times they blame everyone and everything around them for whatever is wrong in their lives so to never take the blame themselves. They distance themselves from loved ones and make choices, that if they were in their right mind, they would be appalled by. Not many who have an addiction, even those who are strong, can ever beat it. I must say, that my mom, after many years of addiction, has changed. There is a long rocky road ahead and she may stumble but I can say that she is now someone that I can say I’m proud of and I look up to for beating the demons down, for finding better things in life. It may have taken her more than 20 years to see the error of her ways but she is ‘my mom’ again and not just an empty, mean person.  I haven’t had that since grade school. She has worked so hard, gotten her license back, has a good job and is trying to be the best mother and grandmother that she can. I know it’s hard and that you can’t get lost time back but looking into the future, I think she has a lot going for her and I know she will do her best to make us all proud of her. Unfortunately, this isn’t a post I thought I would ever write. Sadly, I thought one day I would be writing one about her untimely death due to an overdose or a drug deal gone bad. I am so thankful for the fact that I was wrong. I love my mother and I am glad she is strong enough to beat her addiction, to admit her wrong doing, and try to unite her family around her. She may not have lived an amazing life of great achievement but she has made the greatest achievement of her life and I don’t think I’ve ever been more proud!

Someone is Missing

In 1995 I was in 6th grade and mourning the loss of my barrel horse Sassy. I never thought I would find a replacement that I could ever love like I had her. One crisp fall day my grandma, who raised me, told me she had called about a four year old gelding and we were going to look at him. I so excited about the prospect of getting a new horse but also didn’t have a lot of faith that he would make the cut. We made the hour drive to see him. After I rode him I knew he was the one. He was full of spit and vinegar. He was the most beautiful horse I had ever seen and I was instantly in love. Standing 17 hands tall he was packed with muscle. His coat was sorrel with two high white socks and a twister on his head for a blaze. Over the next several years Twister took me to the top in our horse show circuit. He was faster than blue blazes and put on a heck of a show! I rode him parades and rodeos. I always felt like kind of a hot shot when I was on his back. In parades he would canter in place and prance sideways. The ooo’s  and ahh’s from the crowd made me feel pretty special. No matter where we were he stole the show. Twister was absolutely amazing. After I retired him from barrel racing he was still ridden regularly and about 5 years ago my boys started riding him around home. When they were on him he knew his job was babysitter. He would trudge along and make sure that they were well taken care of. This horse show season we’ve had two shows and Twister is not standing in my pasture any longer. Two months ago we said goodbye to him. I have never felt so miserable or helpless as I did the day he came up ill. I’m 31 and have had sadness and heartbreak but I have never had heartbreak in my life that came close to losing Twister. He was my best friend from the day he came home with me. We grew up together and we were an awesome team that competitors hated to see pulling into the rodeo grounds. Then after his retirement he continued to give his sweet heart and love to me. It’s hard knowing he is no longer around to tell my secrets to or to stand out in the pasture and pet his soft coat and look at his sweet face. As much sorrow as his passing has brought me, I wouldn’t change it because I got to know the most amazing, sweet soul that God put on this earth. I got to call him my best friend for 20 years. I will always remember all the wonderful adventures we went on and all of great time I spent with him.


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Road Trip!

So, last week we left for Galveston Texas. I was so excited to escape reality with my family. Not just my husband and children but my dad, my sister and her fiancé, my brother, my grandma and my aunt. We had so much fun traveling together. 

Galveston Texas is my favorite place on earth aside from the back of my horse. The only thing that would make it more perfect is if I was on the back of my horse in Galveston. The island is so beautiful and full of so much history, beautiful architecture and amazing places to eat! 

We visited several shops on The Strand,which is the main drag, we saw the flood line from the most recent severe hurricane. The water line was about 6 feet deep! We went to the Seawolf Park to see the submarine and battleship transporter. Did you know that there was a time that they tried to make ships out of cement? Me neither until our tour of Seawolf Park. There was a ship wreck in the harbor that had been there since before WWI. It was made of cement. Cement actually floats! Didn’t know that either! After visiting with a veteran working at the park we found out he only lives about 10 miles from us back in Kansas! What are the chances!! He was visiting as well to take his turn working the park. 

We spent 3 days and 2 nights in Galveston then made our way to San Antonio to visit the Alamo and the River Walk. Another amazing city full of so much history! The Alamo is beautiful which makes it hard to imagine the awful things that happened there so long ago and how different it must have looked. We took a tour of the church and when I entered I was filled with an immediate sense of sadness and I got goose bumps. It is hard to think of the atrocity that took place in the church and throughout the whole fort that day. 

There is an awesome live oak inside the fort walls near the barracks that is about 120 years old. I think it’s the most beautiful tree I have ever seen! That tree has seen so much and been around for so much history on San Antonio. If only we could ask it questions… That tree, although young, knew the men and women who lived and who perished during the fight for the Alamo. 

There is so much more to say about our trip but if I keep rambling I am going to loose you. If you ever go on a trip to Texas, Galveston Island and San Antonio are a must! Even though our trip was a blast I was happy to get home to Triple C Farm, see all my fur babies and sleep in my own bed.  

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Insomnia and Angels

Tonight as I sit on  my computer editing photos and adding some to my photography page I wish sleep would come. I have never been diagnosed with insomnia but I am sure I have it. I can’t ever sleep. When I do finally sleep it is out of pure exhaustion. I have tried numerous things, sleepy time tea, melatonin, lorazapam (I know I spelled that wrong), Benadryl, lavender and the list goes on. Some things may help some but I just don’t seem to be able to drift off.

Although I feel like this is a curse it also gives me the opportunity to see my boys as they sleep.. They look so much like angels. When they wake to use the bathroom or because of a dream I am there to help. I get to hear their sweet sleepy voices and look into those big sleepy eyes. These boys melt my heart.

My youngest is three now and is finally making it through the night without wetting his pants. He just woke to use the bathroom. I watched him crawl from his bed with his paw patrol blanket and walk sleepily into the living room to ask me to go “biff me”. When I put him back to bed and tucked him I he told me that I was the “bess.” They continue to surprise me with their kind little hearts and it kills me that they are growing so fast. I can’t stand the thought of them not being my little babies anymore.

I hate that I am always tired due to lack of sleep and I hate the fight to fall asleep but I feel lucky that I get the precious time with my little angels. Rather than being cursed with insomnia I am so glad that my boys know that no matter the time, no matter if I am asleep, I am happy for those precious moments.

#sweetbabies #littlebutnotsolittle #sleepingangels

Green Lights

I’m sure you have heard about changing one of your outdoor bulbs to green to show support for our troops. I think this is a wonderful idea and shows even the veterans that we don’t know are veterans they are supported just as those who are dressed out. Please show your support this Veterans Day and everyday to the men and women who work so hard and put their lives on the line everyday for your freedoms and mine.  


Riding with my grandma

Have you ever ridden in the car with your grandma? Did you fear your end may be close due to the decision you Made to climb in the passengers side of her vehicle? Well, today I regret the decision to do just that. My grandma is a very careful person and she actually used to train people to drive buses. I know scary, right? No, she didn’t used to scare me. What she used to do was drive REALLY slooooow!

She was a very good driver but as she has aged her driving has suffered. She has a 1/2 mile long driveway that’s she drives faster on than she does on the road. Even though she drives slow you still have to slow down more for a stop sign but today Granny raced right up to the stop sign and slammed on the breaks sending our drinks flying. Then she asked me if there was a bunji cord in the car that I could strap them down with. What!!

When we got to town once again my life was threatened when she decided to get in the oncoming lane while leaving a parking lot. I started shreking for her to get back into her own lane when I saw traffic turning at full blast into the parking lot even though she sat in their path. “Well, there were no lines,” she says. “How do you know that was the wrong lane.” Um, well, maybe the fact that we have been here a million times and maybe, just maybe the cars that are heading right toward us would be a good clue! Now she is crossing 4 lanes of traffic to make a left turn from the right turn lane. Please pray for my survival! 😅

#lovemygrams #stillmyhero