"Momma, don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys...."

That is a song by Willie Nelson for those of you who don't listen to Country Western music...

And there's a lesson in most country songs...

Like the one that's called "I've got tears in my ears from cryin' in my sleep over you.."

You get the picture...lessons in music.

OK, so here's the thing...

My sister Gerri has horses. She's a real horsewoman. And my brother Larry and his wife, Cilla, have retired to their dream of horses, riding into the sunset and all that...

But not all of us have actually been raised around horses.

Case in point, Brian, my "almost" 21 year old grandson. He now lives with his Aunt Gerri while attending college near her home in Arizona.

But somehow, he seems more comfortable in NYC. ...Times Square.... iPods, text messages and cars. And girls. I mean...girl. (sorry Tessa..)

Even Brian's little sister, Alyssa, is comfortable around horses, thanks in part to spending summers at her Aunt Gerri's house and loving horses..

But yesterday, as Brian was retrieving a ball his dog had left in the stalls, as he bent over to pick it up, he was "bumped" by the non-eating end of a 1200 lb horse - went into the wall head first and the next thing he remembers is that he was on all fours in the stall. Hmmm...

He's fine. Just another "Life Lesson" learned (never retrieve anything from the back-end of a horse...unless you KNOW what you're doing..and what the horse is thinking....)

So, from one used-to-be-red-headed "cowgirl wannabe" I think the lesson today is..

"Momma, don't let your baby BOYS grow up to be cowboys...but the girls, hey, they can handle it.."

Love ya Brian...hope you're headache is better today...

Love,
Grammie