Happy birthday to me. I stayed home alone all day :p My daughter stayed at my moms last night so she could spend today with my nephew. He has the same birthday that I do. No no, don't feel sad for me. I prefer it :D
I spent the day listening to music and working on the story I am writing. If I ever get the guts to send it in to a publisher, I might have to acknowledge RJA for influencing 2 scenes I wrote today. Yay for creativity.
So this Christmas I am pretty screwed. In fact, I haven't done any shopping yet, and I don't know where Santa is going to find a few extra dollars for Christmas. Everything has fallen apart.
Where to begin, I guess what started the string of bad luck. My 6 year old has a pony who has what is called laminitis, or founder. Not sure who reads this, and if you are familiar with horses, but founder is when the bone in the foot, the coffin bone, rotates. The racehorse Barbaro was…
You don't know my name, and you probably don't care. A lot of people think I am nothing more than a stall mucker. To others I am an unambitious loser who is content to do 'nothing more' than take care of racehorses. I am the person whose only contact with the public is to lead my horse over and back on race day. My job is probably the least respected (by the public at any rate) least understood, and yet one of the most important in the game. I groom racehorses.
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