Pieces. Not the Reese's kind. Sadly. They'd be tastier.
Car is fucked again; this time, it's the transmission, at the low, low cost of $1,700--an amount I really don't have.
Very frustrating, and means I'm heading to Edmonton a day late, which is also very frustrating.
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Had my last riding lesson today--well, last for now, at Teesdale, anyway. Considering I've been riding there ten years, I've known my riding instructor longer than any of my friends, save two (Mel and Ryan).
So, very sad, and makes me realize how much I'm gonna cry/panic/freak out/ect on the plane over to London... assuming, of course, my student loans come through, because if they don't... well, then I'm not going this year.
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Me not going (this year, I should stress) is not that scary to me--a fact that I find scary.
Very frightening, and makes me realize how happy I am with my friends, family and lifestyle here; what the hell am I giving up by going? And what the hell am I giving up by not? Ack, confusing. Must think less hard--there, much better.
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Finally paddocked a winning horse--on the last bloody day of the Calgary meet. His name is Tycoon County, and I'd say he's cute, but he always smacks his head into things, so he really kinda looks like a warhorse.
Very exciting, and makes me want more winners. Not just for the money the owners, for some reason give us when one of their horses win (in this case, $50) but because now I get a win picture, which I'll scan and put up when I get it.
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More racetrack photos are up; click here.
(I could try and force this random structure I've decided on, but well, it'd be forced.)