The Scampering Horse

I am a spouse of a recovered public accountant. I say to people,"My husband worked as a public accountant." And then they say,"Oh, so does he do taxes?" I say, no. And then we stop talking about my husband the accountant. When I say, "My husband worked in public accounting for 4 years." I am actually saying, "My husband traveled 4 months out of the year. He worked 50 hour weeks consistently, and sometimes 60-80 hour weeks for months at a time." I mean to say, I was alone. I think he was, too. He fought his battles at work, and would come home drained. Anything I asked him to do was added pressure. "Can you take out the trash?" He would say yes, and then forget to do it. Not on purpose. He gave everything he had at work. There was nothing left. Public accounting. That little segment of the world that those who haven't lived in it don't understand. I still don't understand, because I was the spouse and not the man in

I have 5 brothers. No sisters. I grew up very competitive. The kind of competitive that makes me want to win, and it makes me want you to lose. I've grown out of that for the most part .  I loved playing sports. I am number 40 up on the top right. I was tall then. I loved sports, especially if that sport was basketball. I've been playing basketball since 3rd grade. I've never been really great at it, but I can hold my own. I know how to box-out. I don't get to play basketball much anymore. Pick up games of basketball aren't much of a stay-at-home-mom activity, unfortunately. I love the way my shoes squeak on the court. I love they way the ball echoes as it pounds the gym floor. I love the swish of the net when the ball goes through cleanly. I love the feel of the pass when I catch the ball in my hands. I like to shove people while I am under the net fumbling around for rebounds. I like the sound of my feet pounding down the court, and the mind games I p

I dabble in yoga. It's not what you think. Maybe it is. Do you have something that your mom always tells you that you are doing wrong? I have a thing. I slouch. My mom always tells me. "You need to stand up straight." She's right. It is still annoying to hear it. It isn't like I think to myself I should slouch more. I've always thought yoga would help. My exposure to yoga started slowly. It started when I lived in Las Cruces and there was a girl in my masters program named Meg. She had the most fabulous arms. I thought she was a runner. " I do yoga." She told me when we were hiking together. I'd never done yoga. I didn't even know if I knew someone who had done yoga. Then, a few years later, I had a friend in Albuquerque named Ashley who told me she did yoga. She was pretty rad, and she said she liked yoga a lot. It intrigued me. I even tried to go to a yoga class with her, but I couldn't find the room at the gym, so I went to kic