November 12, 2008
I would like to inform you that we now have a paddock in full pasture with two beautiful horses. Riley and I have always wanted to have horses. We thought we didn't have enough money.
We thought we didn't have enough time. We thought we didn't have enough space. We thought and thought and thought some more and we decided we just could not have horses here on our property. But we can. And are they not lovely?
The gray mare is named Star. The chestnut stallion is named Blaze. They are in love and we think Star is pregnant. We think she will have a little colt named Colty. Colty will sing, "I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame, I'd even cut my tail and change my mane. Cause we all just wanna be a big Colty stars and live in hilltop housies pulling fifteen carts. The colts come easy and the carrots come cheap."
To the tune of that Nickelback song. I hate that song. Never in my life did I ever think I would be a proponent of censorship. Not only would I have that song erased, forever. I would have the person who wrote it strung up by the hairs of his soul patch and forced into the paternity of fifteen incredibly beautiful willful intelligent creative and kind little girls.
The kind of little girls who figure out how to make their own dreams come true.
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OMG, how funny about Nickelback. I have a post written and ready to go on my blog about weeny country singers and their crappy songs. Ugh.
I love country music. Waylon, Willie, Patsy, Wynona, Iris, My husband, drunks on the corner, almost all country singers, in fact. But, this song is different. This song, I believe, was actually written by Satan. I've come to this conclusion because of the supernatural power it seems to hold over small children, who seem to live to invent new ways to incorporate the hideous and inappropriate lyrics into my life in frequent and painful ways. My inner feminist shudders Every Time.
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