It’s my dad’s birthday.
Just sayin’. (o;
It’s my dad’s birthday.
Just sayin’. (o;
I admit, I was in two minds about posting my latest pics of my baby, but, well… there he is in his natural state (o:
He hasn’t been all tarted up for photos. I went out to visit him in the weekend (just under an hour drive, now). I just took the chance to give him a brush down and look at his feet and re-acquaint myself with him. It’s been two months since he moved away. Where I had been keeping him (10mins drive away) wasn’t an option any more, and we still don’t own a property to keep him.
Was wonderful seeing him again. He’s such a lovely boy. Whenever I catch up with him I flap ropes and halters and whatever all around him, and he never reacts. He’s a really calm little man, and I’m so proud of him for that. (That being said, he’s got a little bit to learn when it comes to standing patiently while I work with him…)
So, yesterday (23rd Oct, NZ Time) he turned six. Well past time I started teaching him a few tricks. With a toddler to raise now, too, I haven’t done as much with Chino as I would have liked, but he’s now fully mature and ready to get on with things, so I’m pleased he now lives with people with experience in training minis for carting. So, this summer…. (o: Good times ahead.
Some time when I go up and the weather is good – and set to be good for some time – we will give him a bath and see what his colours really look like. If you’ve seen my previous posts of him, you will have seen that, as a foal, he was strikingly bay/pinto… actually, more tri-coloured (he’s grey through the chest, bay at the rear). Even through his early years he kept these colours, and if I blanketed him over winter, he would be bold, too… Hard to know if he is roaning out or just dirty, now (o: So, bath time soon. There will be photos!
Really looking forward to having fun with my wee man (and my other one – the toddler – can come too).
Nothing much more to report. I shall keep you posted on progress, though!
Hello, Jennifer! Welcome to the home of Deb E., where I grill you slowly, basting regularly, until you’re nice and tender then I—uh, hey, where ya going?
What are you, nuts? [I can neither confirm nor deny] I’m nobody’s turkey. Or chicken. Choose your foul!
Come back, come back, I’ll be gentle. Promise. [See. I look totally innocent].
Okay, well the innocent thing is still up in the air. Put that baster down, please.
So, first up, can you tell me a little about you and your induction into writing?
I started writing in high school on a whim. I always had stories in my head, but writing them down took too long and my father had to buy stock in correction tape for the typewriter.
Hold it. I see that baster. Put it down!
As part of the Bandit Book Bloggers SPACE GAMES tour, I am re-posting my review of the book.
I found it to be an entertaining but challenging read. Anyway… you’ll see why:
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That being said, I really enjoyed it, in a slightly uncomfortable way.
I have often said that when I read a book, I seek to fall in love with at least one of the characters. Well, I don’t think that’s meant to happen with this book. Seriously. If you fall in love with anyone, well… hmmm… I’ll look at you funny. Maybe Morty, or Vince… they’re OK. But of the main characters, there is no one here worthy of your love. And that’s fine. I think that’s the point.
I thought the concept of these two contestants was really interesting.
I used to matter… but now I’m just a girl in a ghetto, a statistic of the Non-Compliance Sector.
Three months have passed since Shea Kelly and the rest of Boss’s crew eliminated Danny Rose from the non-compliance sector, but their troubles are far from over. A new, more dangerous opponent has emerged, causing those once considered enemies to strike a tenuous truce. Secrets about the vaccine, the chip, and the past threaten Shea’s budding romantic relationship and even the very existence of the crew.
Get your copy from:
And while you’re here, check out the back cover, too! (It’s pretty snazzy)
Yesterday (2nd October) was this guy’s birthday:
He passed on on November 28th 2010.
Still love you, little guy.
Last year I fared worse.
OK. I’m crying now.