The new year is about making changes right?
Trying something new?
I decided that it was time to organise my CRAZY habits/obsessions.
Try and make sense of them all or heaven forbid,
try to understand WHY? And then hopefully (fingers crossed) overcome them?
One at a time, of course.
Let's not get too carried away now.
Name: Lauren Hilary Wells
First and biggest obsession? Ponies
How long? All my life.
How does this obsession challenge me/creates problem for me?
I talk to them as if they are people.
Refer to them as gorgeous, honey or baby.
I stop whatever I am doing when I see them.
Sometimes I carry apples, carrots in my bag for weeks - at the odd chance I might run into one.
I would ditch a date with a man to spend time with a pony.
Sometimes I dream about them.
I am 29 years old, this is concerning...but heck,
I just can't help it.
Do you know how to say hi to a pony?
If you are brave enough, you softly blow into their cute little nostrils and
if they blow back...YOU ARE IN!
Meaning you are friends forever and you must from there on out, carry
carrots in your BACK pockets - ha!
(I made that all up - please don't try it at home)
Trying something new?
I decided that it was time to organise my CRAZY habits/obsessions.
Try and make sense of them all or heaven forbid,
try to understand WHY? And then hopefully (fingers crossed) overcome them?
One at a time, of course.
Let's not get too carried away now.
Name: Lauren Hilary Wells
First and biggest obsession? Ponies
How long? All my life.
How does this obsession challenge me/creates problem for me?
I talk to them as if they are people.
Refer to them as gorgeous, honey or baby.
I stop whatever I am doing when I see them.
Sometimes I carry apples, carrots in my bag for weeks - at the odd chance I might run into one.
I would ditch a date with a man to spend time with a pony.
Sometimes I dream about them.
I am 29 years old, this is concerning...but heck,
I just can't help it.
Do you know how to say hi to a pony?
If you are brave enough, you softly blow into their cute little nostrils and
if they blow back...YOU ARE IN!
Meaning you are friends forever and you must from there on out, carry
carrots in your BACK pockets - ha!
(I made that all up - please don't try it at home)
I swear I was doing research for my students yesterday and I happen to come across this!
Before I knew what happened, I had ordered one book for every student in my class.
Now all I have to do is make a connection between the
Industrial Revolution and colouring horsies...any advice?
Old wise men are found in all shapes and sizes.
(well, I like to imagine this of course)
One of my favorite pictures - look at big kind eyes.
Pony bread - tastes WAY better than normal bread.
Yum - eh!
Emo pony.
Question: How does he know where he is going?
Don't answer that, dumb question.
Gone with the wind.
Clearly I need to go to Iceland to get over this obsession.
Yes - that is indeed what I will do.
Decided.
Although...this is gonna be a haRRRd habit to break.
UGH - I don't think I can do this...give up this love/obsession!
bahhhhhh!
What to do?
What would Rhiannon Say?
Special Note: This blog post would NOT have been written or inspired had I not
seen the photos taken by
Natsha Nandabhiwat.
She is a skilled photographer that I have
always admired from afar.
Her photos/work should be seen by more
and I hope one day
to repay her for her fine pictures.
Thank you Natsha.
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