I'm A Little Nervous About Sharing These..........

I don't like to see pictures of myself because I usually have a silly expression on my face or I look like an old hag. I regress though. I decided I would actually like some pictures of me with my horses. I only have a few here and there someone or another took along the way at a horse show or a quick snapshot my mom took of me with the kids. Which I love having pictures of me with my kids, but again, the feeling of "I'm looking old with every day that passes by."

I'm not sure why I decided to have these pictures taken of me. Perhaps I wanted to see what I actually look like other than what I see in a mirror everyday as I apply my Revlon foundation that is supposed to reduce fine lines and wrinkles. Have you ever noticed how different you look once you go outside after having put on makeup under a bathroom light?

The sunshine can do veeeeellly, veeellllyyyy bad things to the final appearance of that mastered make-up job.

Me with my old mare Deb surrounded by her pasture mates and boys, Three and Pete.

I think I really wanted some pictures taken of me with my old, first horse who is now 34 1/2 years young. I have some of her and I taken over 10 years ago when we were at the end of her horse showing career. And before that my mom used to be photo happy like me and take hundreds of pictures of us. They are all tucked away in a photo album now. Remember photo albums? Ha! My photo album is now called a computer. I haven't filled an album in a long time. Funny how that works with the digital age here to stay.

Last year I was worried how she would do throughout the winter. She fooled me and came through with flying colors and a shiny hair coat. Cold, long winters can be harsh to an older horse. Think arthritis and digestion problems. I can relate.......I do not do well with cold weather either.

I worry now with winter coming upon us how she will do. But so far she has given me no reason to worry. She keeps going and going.

And did I get any pictures of me with her? Not many as those boys of mine were hogging me the whole time and she wanted nothing to do with them.

I had no idea how these pictures would turn out. I mean, I wasn't sure of the photographer's capabilities. Would this photographer be able to capture some sweet moments with my handsome boys, the other men in my life? So needless to say I was a bit nervous going into this photoshoot. At least I felt somewhat better I had actually done something with my hair in the morning other than washing and walking out the door to air dry it. Think blow dryer, straightening iron and actually using hair spray. I know. I lead a sheltered life.

So I sighed, shook my head and handed over my big ole' camera to my 8 year old daughter and told her to start pushing the shutter button.