2002-08-24 : 4:33 p.m.
The Good. The Bad. The Ugly.


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Good, bad, and ugly. Where oh where to start? I haven't felt much like writing lately so that's the reason for the lack of entries. I guess I'll start off with the good.

The Good:

We have a real prospective car for me! It's a 96 corolla and depending on what the owner will take, it may be good! Cross your fingers that they like our offer and that someone else doesn't get there first! It's BEAUTIFUL! I got the pictures e-mailed to me last night! I hope all works out! AHHH!!!

The Bad:

Peppermint Kid died. Poor 'Melia... He was only three:( ::cries:: and such a HUGE horse. Poor boy. He had a heart attack. Poor, poor boy. Also, Warner's died this week, as did Listen Here. All three year olds. ::cries:: Sunday died but I mentioned that before. Freedom's Daughter also died in the past week or two. Poor girl, she was only 2. Even though Sunday and Listen Here weren't Pletcher horses, I've decided that the guy is cursed. First he wins the Whitney with Left Bank, then Left Bank gets colic and luckly he survived the surgery and is doing ok now back at the farm. That was a couple weeks ago. Then Freedom's Daughter (http://bloodhorse.com/images/content/freedoms_daughter.jpg) gets sick and she died suddenly on the 12th. Then Warners, another one of his horses, gets sick and evidenly starts to do better from the clinic but developes laminitis and was euthinized. I can't deal with this all! I just hope that the rest are ok. All my babies and everyone elses babies. I hope that Tasha was wrong and Peppermink Kid's ok. Ahh. I can't deal with this all!

The Ugly.

War vs. Home. Matchup n. 2. War is leading Home 1-0. They face their elders tomorrow including the one horse who deserves all the sucess he can get, Sky Jack. What will be the result of the Pacific Classic? Tomorrow, we'll find out.

Medaglia races today so go Medaglia! The Travers! Ahhh!!!! 90 min of coverage! Ack!

"There's a song that's inside of my soul. It's the one that I've tried to write over and over again. I'm wake in the infinite cold, but you sing to me over and over and over again. So I lay my head back down and I lift my hands and pray to be only yours, I pray to be only yours I know now you're my only hope. Sing to my the song of the stars of your galexy dancing and laughing and laughing again. When it feels like my dreams are so far sing to me of the planets you have for me over and over again. So I lay my head back down and I lift my hands and pray to be only yours, I pray to be only yours, I know now you're my only hope. I give you my destiny, I'm giving you all of me. I want your symphony singing in all that I am. At the top of my lungs... So I lay my head back down and I lift my hand and pray to my only yours and I pray to be only yours.... your my only hope."



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