2007 has been the year I discovered what it means to be a Sybarite. And let me tell you, this is the life I was born to live. Sybarite is defined as a person devoted to luxury and leisure. (Websters). Other people define it as being shiftless and lazy. Obviously, I prefer the former definition rather than the latter. So I will dedicate this blog and all its updates to the luxurious things I do.
Today I drove out to Madison, Georgia to go horseback riding. By myself. Southern Cross Guest Ranch is a remarkable locale. They have 240 horses. Being a novice, I requested a mild tempered Filly. A got Moose. An ornery old heifa. How a propos.
I rode with two very nice ladies from Tupelo, MS. Carolyn and Barbara. I also received lots of help from the staff and other guests because obviously, I don't know the front end from the back end of a horse. They helped me brush Moose down and put on her saddle.
Together, we had an excellent ride. Mainly we walked because I was new at this. We also walked because Moose was slow as molasses. Sweet little girl, but only a fire would spark her to trot. When we did finally trot, I tried to become one with the horse. Riding is not as rhythmic and intuitive as one would think.... 
You know I read one Western by Beverly Jenkins and all of a sudden, I think I am a cowgirl. I really wanted to canter which is a fast pace with the horse. I will have to do that next time. I have decided that horseback riding will be one of the activities I will engage in.
Overall, riding was fun and relaxing. We ended our evening with a ranchers dinner and hearty drinks... 
Right now, my body is sore. Horses are huge, and mine was wide. My legs and back need a massage. Parts of me hurt that I didn't even know was possible. I don't know anyone well enough to massage my hurt body parts so I have to rely on Aleve. Seriously, how do you say, Will you massage the cra
ck of my ass? 
