First Post!

One of my frequent reading blogs is called 36 and Single. I loved the fact that a woman was being so strong and forward and putting her whole life into a blog about being single and dating as an adult. Inspired,I emailed her and asked if it was alright to start my own version. Being the sweet woman she is, she gave me the green light.

So, Howdy! I'm Hendrix, and I'm from Central Texas. I'm 18 years old, and the youngest of four children. I have one sister and two brothers. My parents are split, and both have remarried. I am the only one in my family right now that is single.

In February, I had a boyfriend, a horse, and a car. Mid month, I had a beginning-life-crisis. My horse was Jimi, an appendix gelding approximately 15 years old. He was the first horse that was 100 percent mine, and I was estatic. I have wanted a horse since i was itty bitty, and it was nice to have finally obtained my dream. However, I was (and probably still am) a timid rider. He took off with me a few times, so I hadn't had the chance to really get on and ride him.

At the begining of the month, he had been kicked by one of his pasture mates pretty badly, resulting in a nasty leg injury. My boss and stable owner brought him in to be stalled for a period of time. We thought he was on the road to recovery, and I had resolved that once he had gotten better, I'd tough it out and ride him out.

Early morning the 16th, I was traveling down one of the major highways in Central Texas and got into a car accident. An illegal immigrant had left his car in the right hand lane with no emergency lights on or lighting of any sort. I saw him walk across the road, and when I looked back, I saw his car. I hit his car going 65 miles per hour, and ended up in the hospital.

I went home and went to sleep for a few hours. When I awoke, my mom brought me into the dining room, and sat me down.

The news was terrible, and I felt like my life was falling to pieces. All of my dreams had been shattered. A vet had seen Jimi that morning while I was sleeping, and did an X-ray which told us he had a hairline fracture above his knee. There was no way of saving him from blowing out his leg, so it was better for him to go peacefully before it happened.

The vet had given him some pain killers, and they had him standing so that I could come and say goodbye.

My world had crashed all around me, and all that was left to be stable was my not-so-stable boyfriend.

He wasn't sympathetic, to say the least. Jimi was a forbidden subject around him. Any time he saw my face get sad, or mentioned horses and showed pain, he told me not to think about it. He wouldn't let me speak about it. He made a big deal about coming down to see me, but complained that I couldn't drive up to see him anymore. Eventually, we broke up. There was a long list of reasons I broke up with him, but I won't bore you with the details quite yet.

Despite it all, I graduated from high school in June, and now I'm heading to ACC for the fall course. I wanted to go to Texas A&M Corpus, but my school didn't send my transcript in time. My father purchased me another car, but its been in and out of repair since I've bought it. At the moment, I'm without it.

Anyway, hopefully, this will end up being a good release of crazy information that I need to let out SOMEHOW, and I hope, if I get any readers, they'll enjoy it as well.