That's my daughter, Rachel, on her little Arabian, Brat. He's pretty high-strung, and needs to be ridden every day for a while... but I'm a bit of a coward when it comes to horses with an ornery streak. If I can work up the nerve, I'll see what I can do with him. The first thing I'll do is find something else to call him: Words have power ("Death and life are in the power of the tongue..." Proverbs 18:21) and if you call someone "Brat" all the time, it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. So, I'll figure out some kinder, gentler moniker. Others may use whatever name they see fit; but he will no longer be "Brat" to me. For more pictures of our day yesterday, see Rachel's journal.
I'm set for the Super Bowl: I have cheese ball made, and also the hamburger dip, which I only have to warm up later. We'll have the family favorite potato soup for our noon meal, and I'll make some gingerbread and Jello salad. Easy fixin's!