A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.
I always liked that one...
Truly, I had no idea what in the heck I was going to experience in this great country before I stepped off that plane 2.5 years ago. Sweet mother of... Has it been that long ? Yep, I reccon so.. Anyways, it was a leap of faith I guess. But then I've always held in my head that anything I've gone through before today, has helped me be the person that I am now. And if I had to go through what I did to get here with my current understandings/empathy/etc.. Then, while I wouldn't want to go through it again... I wouldn't take away any of the experiences regardless of how bad they were.
So far, so good on the "Year of the Tash" deal. Been doing some creative projects, as well as my usual meanderings. Had an excellent time at Darron and Sharron's place on Wed night. Threw an impromptu costume party.. Partied like rock stars till 2 a.m. and had to be up at 6 to work the horses and all. I was a big hit in my Chaps, tight black shirt and black Bonds briefs. I had the stock whip, boots, spurs, etc...But my ass was sore by the end of the night cause those women folks kept smacking me on it with a riding crop that one of the "Biker Chicks" costumed girls had. The cops came by and asked us to keep the party inside...*L* They're pretty alright guys here abouts..
Welpers, I'm off to the paddocks folks... *tips hat*
Have a great weekend..... T.
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