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So...This Happened.

I entered this really dorky horse contest wherein you entered by submitting a picture of you and your horse, and your horse's "song." Yes, some horse people give their horses songs, the way some couples have a song. I think the favorite horse/rider song I'd ever heard suggested was one woman who said her horse's song was "Straight Outta Compton".  Hilarity.

This was my entry:


And yes, yes, I won.

I am more than a little embarrassed about this.

Or at least I was until my prize came in the mail, and then my inner child was set free all over again:



Yes, that is a previously blogged about Breyer Horse . Yes, it is signed. By who you ask?  My childhood 3-Day Eventing heroes and Olympic Medalists, Karen and David O'Connor.

My fate as a total loser is sealed, and I just can't bring myself to worry about that. Too busy playing with Theodore.


Comments

Unknown said…
Oh my gosh, I love this so effing much!
Lorraine said…
Hey Wheelchair Lady, I believe your song would be U2's "Who's gonna ride your wild horses?" and coincidentally, the answer is me.
Unknown said…
dear lorraine,

you are so cool. your passion should be admired by all.

sincerely,
g
Dawsonfamily said…
This is awesome! I am jealous. Also, after reading your other Breyer post, how did you convince your husband to have a shelf of Breyers? I'm finally pulling mine out because I have a three year old :)

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