growing up in the south, you go home to things like horses.
i remember when i was in high school, i'd get home, saddle her up and just ride. this was back when where i lived was more or less baren and not the housing development it is now. she was still young back then and could run like a motherfucker.
popped off this photo while feeding her one morning - built this barn with my dad when i was 15. crazy it's still there. and she's still there.
she'll be 30 in april. which is WAY up there in horse years. and it'll be a long time till i have another, sadly. kinda makes me sad that i don't see her so much anymore.
she's basically the longest relationship i've had with a chick other than my mom!
i was always under the impression that holidays were supposed to be a relaxing time. a time to lay back, enjoy the fruits of the year and prepare for the coming madness of january. maybe have some of mom's ungodly awesome red velvet cake, maybe enjoy one of the lovely napa cabs i sent her from the napa trip last month. relax,... Read More
wow, you really sounds like you have a lot on your plate. i hope it all works out for you. i don't imagine you'll respond too this too quickly, being so busy and all, but what exactly are you doing for these clients? writing them music or something?
if you need help moving or something, i'll see who i can wrangle up.
try to stay calm, mang. (:
sucks about the jorb but looks like it doesn't suck that much