Muscle relaxer

Had an adventure yesterday – thus the reason for not posting last night.

It all started while watching my horses basking in the sun – Mousse, our big paint mare was done warming her belly and decided to roll over to get her backside. Unfortunately she was to close to the fence and got her big feet and legs stuck. The rest of my horses plus the neighbors horses all rush to her side. At first they looked concerned but then they began to pick at her almost as if they were teasing- haha you got yourself stuck.

So out I trudged past the mud to her rescue in an attempt to set her free from her hecklers and shackles. I was able to chase away the peanut gallery but could not free her by myself so called for backup. So now there are to invalids try to move a one ton horse. After some fence cutting, leg wrangling and heavy rolling me and Kar were out of commission for the rest of the day!

Photo is for reference- Chaser, Misty, Mousse (Blue Mousse – the gentle giant)

Illustrator Wanted

I can do graphics but illustrations are beyond me. I’m trying to put a visual perspective on my bipolar mind and have lots of storyboard ideas for Webtoons but for the life of me I can’t draw a character! Grrr

Serious inquiries can email me – I’m willing to share credit and pay (within reason).

A small village

On December 26, 2016 I officially started this blog. The intention was to prove that there was humorous side to mental and physical anguish. Not an easy task, but I like a challenge. Last night I realized that I’m steadily growing in followers, nothing dramatic but impressive to me considering I don’t advertise.

It reminded me of a saying- If you make one person happy every day in five years you would have brighten up a small village.

Thank you for being my village.

To my imposter

Recently we discovered that a claim had been made on our insurance – or more accurately I had made. The elaborate story that was told involves me and a rental truck – that I didn’t know how to drive – all in Las Vegas with my daughter.

It was rude to make a false claim and to lie but did you have to insult me too – can’t drive a truck my #%%!