I have already had the unbelievable privilege and honor to own the horses of my dreams.
From the time I could walk, I always wanted a horse of my own. These beautiful, graceful creatures who were so magical in their own way, I was under their spell.
In the fourth grade I drew a picture of my ideal horse and my mother kept it.
Through my life I collected horse figurines and the Breyer horses of course.
The whole time knowing I could never own a real horse because I was too poor.
Then after my children were grown, my sweet husband bought me my first horse!
The horse was a beautiful black and white full blanket spotted with lightening marks and striped hooves. His name was Kemosavi or Mo for short.
Mo was the same horse that I drew in school.
From the moment I met him, I felt like I was meeting my brother. We were soulmates in every sense. He took care of me when we rode out he never spooked, he always stepped carefully and he had a sense of knowing where I wanted to go without me having to reign him or leg him. We communicated without speaking.
Mo was my very best friend and I still grieve loosing him. He was my heart and soul.
Happy Tuesday, folks!
Thank you to all who took part in the into the rabbit hole challenge.
The winner for the challenge is:
Congratulations on winning the challenge @dctezcan!
Here are the links to the wonderful stories& entries for this challenge.
Kiss in the Rain
To send away invisible pain,
to soothe the heat of a fever,
is through a mother’s kiss.
To feel a tremor
encompass your soul,
is through a lover’s kiss.
Then comes the kiss in the rain.
A single drop,
from only an angel you can feel.
… and you know kisses,
pick me up
and not tell me where to
because I don't care
as long as I travel with you
Opening Day. Where are the 80 million Biden supporters?
Bush threw a strike on opening day.
Obama (in Mom pants) at least was able to bounce the baseball to home plate.
President Trump showed up and gave it his best shot.
But, where is Biden? Why won’t he throw out the ceremonial first pitch?
Is it that Biden has a conflict with his schedule? No!
Is it that Biden won’t? No!
Perhaps, it is that as old and feeble as Biden is, he can’t throw a pitch.
Remember, the pitcher’s mound is an elevated platform.
Biden may require a set of stairs to get to the top.
And we all know how Biden is on stairs.
Isn’t there a Dominion voting machine that could help out Biden in his hour of need?
Must be racist, or something of the sort, to even think so.
Someone should cancel the culture of baseball to avoid this problem.
Harris would appreciate the effort.
The Boy Who Turns Into A Man Today
We have a Proser with a birthday today. April 1, 2003 (his time), the world didn’t know it then, but the world became a little bit of a better place to be.
In 2003, a gallon of milk was $2.95. College tuition: $14,500. The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini was the most popular novel. Top movies: Finding Nemo, Lost in Translation, Pirates of the Caribbean. The Tampa Bay Buccaneers won the Super Bowl, and oddly enough, 18 years later, they did it again. Also born on this day: Storm Reid – Greta Thunberg but along with these, came another living, breathing soul that I feel is destined to change the world—one written word, one spoken thought at a time.
The title is a bit misleading as I have come to think of him over the last several months as a young adult, not a boy.
If there were ever one such as he to have the biggest heart, the most honest and open way of expressing himself, his views, how he explains himself when he comments on someone else’s posts—well, I just don’t see too many purer souls other than Chacko_Stephen.
I have never told him this, but I have considered Chacko to be the son I never had, and one of the truly best friends I have come to love for him being who he is. No pretense. Just an honest and sincere guy you can’t help but like.
So please join me in wishing CS a Happy 18th Birthday!
(All virtual gifts for Chacko can be left in your comments to him.)
CS: This is for you -- https://voicespice.com/Player.aspx?c=p&h=F266B35C&j=25479E
Party Time -- https://youtu.be/JTVufaGeXms
A Little Something Extra: https://youtu.be/PGcu2XTusC4 and https://youtu.be/j5hVj1pfrE4
Waddle and Widdle Nursery Rhyme
Waddle and Widdle
was way too little
to get on the amusement park ride.
So Waddle gave Widdle
his knee and a fiddle
and they both sat in front and cried.
Along came a shoemaker
with platform shoes
and a bottle of glue on his side.
He offered padding and glue
to adjust their shoes
And dry the tears from their eyes.
Now Waddle and Widdle
is having fun riding on all of the rides.
Thanks to the shoemaker platform shoes
and his bottle of glue on his side.
Masquerade in a Hospital Room
when they told me
I was dying
I covered up
the part of
open to disease
open to remorse
a mask of shame
that my mental illness
of suffering for
The first rule of the Vote Fairy is to NEVER speak of the Vote Fairy
Imagine if Arizona was called (early) at 15%, but other states are not at 98%.
Imagine if Philadelphia removed all Republican observers, to both the election and the count, and fought (in court) to keep it that way.
Imagine if Wisconsin had thousands more votes than registered voters.
Imagine if North Carolina and Nevada only announced late votes counts at 4:30am, each with 100% of the total blue.
How can this happen?
Well boys and girls, it is easy if you just believe in the Vote Fairy.
The Vote Fairy swoops in, just when needed, to save the day.
The bad people can not be there when this needs to happen for the Vote Fairy must never be seen by the bad people.
Just like Tinkerbell and Santa Clause, the Vote Fairy exists because people need it to exist.
The Vote Fairy does not understand math and logic.
Neither do the people who believe in the Vote Fairy.
But yet, some how, every four years, when everything is on the line, the Vote Fairy arrives and magically colors change from Red to Blue.
Don't question why. Don't ask for proof.
The Vote Fairy is real.
And all you have to do is believe.
If you were gone
would I move on?
or just stop and bleed?
If you disappeared
would I notice?
or just trudge on blind?
If you left me
would I fall down?
or face my own fear?
If you wonder
what might just be
or ever come to doubt
You needn't worry
for your love will
burn my wounds all clear