Why do bad things happen to good people?? It was really a depressing week. I'm glad it's the beginning of new one. Surely it can't be as "down" as this past one. Please don't make me go into the particulars. Just trust me that I need something positive to happen this
week...anything! Remember the saying, "When things get tough, the tough get going." That isn't me unfortunately. When things get tough, I crawl in my bed in my dark bedroom with its heavy dark curtains and pull the covers up over me and hum a few verses of "poor me". I can hear you saying,"Girl, you need some serious mind-altering drugs....a little Paxil, or Zoloft, or maybe Lexapro." Not to worry. I am on one of the aforementioned "uppers", but apparently the one I take doesn't have enough upper in it! The warning on the label says, may cause depression....duh! Personally, just give me a Xanax and a few sips of the something fermented and I will at least try to tackle my problems. Unfortunately because of my job I cannot partake in either of the above mentioned remedies. Random drug screening prevents any indulgence of that sort.

So how is it that I have now paid more in vet and farrier bills than what I originally paid for my Gabe? Don't get me wrong. If Gabe is never able to be ridden again, I will keep him and love him and never regret buying him. He is my love. All 2000 lbs of him! He is spoiled and rotten and yes, I made him that way. We are working on our "manners" and our "respect for Mom". We just need a little more work....well, maybe a LOT more work. But he's worth every penny and bit of time I spend on him. He makes me feel young again and that's the part I love most.