BrindleLady

Yeah, I've been really good at keeping up with this journal.  REALLY GOOD...not. That being the case I am going to wipe the slate clean and start over in 2009. In the meantime here's a quick rundown from July to December: Attended two more model horse shows:  One was FABULOUS and Model Brenda (aka "The Beast") did FANTASTIC!  I couldn't have been more proud.  Yeah, I cried like a bitch with skinned knee. The second show was a NAN card safari, plain and simple.  It was one of the worst run shows I've ever seen.  But I had a great time with Capt Red and scored the biggest pile of NAN cards I've ever managed to in one day. I lost my eldest

Yesterday I was able to fulfill the solemn promise I made her when she died.  I told her I'd send her to North American Nationals if she won a ticket, which she did [see Five for Kung Fu Fighting... entry]. With more than a little help from my friends I was able to get her to the Big Dance. She did not place in the top ten, but she did place well on one of the judge's cards. My heart swells with pride. I heard a quotation the other day and it made me think of Brenda.  This quotation is often attributed to Mark Twain, when in fact it was adapted from a poem written by Robert Richardson. It goes in part: "Warm summer sun shine kindly her

One day, two days, three days, show! Friday began as they all do, birds chirping, sun shining, blah blah blah. Long story short, my wonderful, long in the tooth, ever suffering car took ANOTHER shit on me.  White, opaque, slightly stinky smoke billowing out the tail pipe looking like a smoke bomb on some James Bond movie is NOT a good thing.  Not at all.  (Note: just found out that Melba’s head gasket and the engine block are cracked.  She is currently on the list for an engine transplant.  I just need to sell some models or my soul…I think I can get more for the models). I seriously considered bagging the show…but my friend