Too Good Not to Share

A couple weeks ago when I posted a call for summer tunes, I got some excellent responses all around. But of course I suck, and I only just found time to check out all the recommendations I got, and discovered that my mother recommended THIS:

I'm not saying that this is my best vocal work, but I am saying it's the best. My sisters are the best in all the land.

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Tidings of Comfort, Victory, and GIVEAWAYS!!!!!

1. My Cranberry pie finally won! After a tragic finish at an ugly sweater party, and being overshadowed by the chocolate pecan pie at Thanksgiving, my Nantucket Cranberry Pie (which I took to the next level with a chocolate cream cheese icing) got first place at the office holiday party Top Chef competition. I am happy. 2. I also coincidentally won a caption contest on my favorite horse blog, and for my witty mockery was awarded a gift certificate for horse tack! As I currently don't have a horse of my own, I'm giving it to Camp K. I hope my mother and her 3 horses, 2 mules and 2 donkeys forgive me. But I'm still claiming victory on that one, and relishing in being mentioned on my favorite blog in the same post as my international heroes. 3. GIVEAWAY!!!! I was inspired by a number of blogs giving away x-boxes, TVs, designer handbags, and gift cards to the moon, but I decided that you don't actually need to be rich to share the love. Therefore, I am announc

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New chapter, new hashtag. #otherpeopleshorses A photo posted by Lorraine (@lorraine.jackson) on Jan 29, 2016 at 9:12am PST

MotherMare

There is no getting around it: I was indoctrinated at a very young age. I was the baby, and I was the last chance mom had for early imprinting of equine addition (EIEA, pronounced EEEAAAAHHHH!!!) Some people say that it's something you grow into or learn- that it can be cured, that it's a temptation or a lifestyle. While my mother's imprinting certainly aided the illness, I can't help but feel that somehow, in someway, I was born this way. Ergo, my equine birthday tribute to my equine mother- the best kind of tribute. Mom, this shirt is wildly awesome, and if you still own it, you should still wear it. I think I have that hat now. Let me know when you want it back. Little did you know then that I would steal the hat right off your head, did you? Also, you look exactly the same. Gorgeous-like. (also, don't be embarrassed, because I am totally about to embarrass me too, and then we're even.) The horse that started it all. Mom won't mind that s

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