10/09/2026
Friends Over 40!
In case you’ve been bucked off a rank one, fallen and couldn’t get up, or simply tripped while trying to walk and breathe at the same time, I have a little tip for you.
Get yourself some Blue-Emu cream, open that baby up, and mix in a dozen or so drops of frankincense essential oil. Rub that “sore no more” magic potion wherever it hurts. Or, go ahead and commit to full-body coverage if necessary. You can thank me later!
Now, let me tell you why I’m sharing this little nugget of wisdom.
Last night, I was riding a three-year-old when that sweet angel baby decided to spin and bolt. Now, in his defense, it wasn’t entirely his fault. The dang five-year-old in the next pasture over decided to do a flyby, showing off his skills rivaling D-508 Disco Party for Ba****ck Horse of the Year.
Poor little angel baby decided that suck and run was the only acceptable response, leaving me hanging on by my fingernails, two toes, woefully out of shape gluteus maximus muscles, and the right hand of Jesus.
Now, I know what you’re thinking.
“Lindsay, WHAT ARE YOU DOING RIDING A C**T?! Are you THAT desperate for another trip to your timeshare at Cox South?”
Well, the short answer is no.
The longer answer is… MENTAL ILLNESS.
You know that little voice in your head that says, “Don’t do that”? Well, I have a second voice that tells that voice to SHUT UP.
And so, back onto the three-year-olds and greenies I crawl, because apparently, my husband is never more attractive than when he’s standing there scowling at me and shaking his head knowing he will never financially recover from my medical adventures.
Anyway… I digress.
Afterward, my back was feeling a little tweaked, and the “DON’T DO THAT” voice had started in on “I TOLD YOU SO.”
But the SHUT UP voice wasn’t having any of that. She said “Oh, DON’T WORRY! YOU HAVE THE CREAM!”
So, I generously applied my homemade Blue-Emu-and-frankincense concoction and went to bed.
I woke up this morning feeling pretty darn good! At least marginally better than a 46-year-old with metal plates and screws from head to toe can reasonably expect to feel after a 90-point ride.
And before anyone asks, I DID NOT HIT THE DIRT!...this time. I’m still upright, still smiling, and apparently still making questionable decisions involving young horses without an ER visit. I’d say that qualifies as a win!
So, there you have it, keep the Blue-Emu handy, add a little frankincense, and stay wild, my child.
And even if you hit the dirt??? God is still good!
“Surely your goodness and love will follow me all the days of my life, and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever.” Psalm 23:6
Picture of the repeat offender 🤦🏼♀️
