
SoreSorry I know I've had a bad habit of disappearing lately. To my online friends and Bonanza collagues I'll understand if you hate me. 
Onto my reason and yes I have a good one this time. 
Sunday, October 30th my internet went down as Adelphia is going through the transition to Time Warner Cable. Since my internet is through Adelphia I lost that up till this past Thursday while Road Runner was beng installed. I'm sure many of you know about the Adelphia Cable incident this past year so I don't need to elaborate. This did put a serious kink in my work however as I was not able to launch my Michael Landon Theme for his birthday on Monday. 
Out of all the themes I had done I had worked harder on that one than any of them. What I plan to do is launch the theme for a weekend long celebration (so all the Joe Girls can enjoy it). I'll launch this theme the weekend before Thanksgiving as I want to see what's going on with the board first before adding anything else to it.
Things were looking good as the internet was going up but then Wednesday came thing's took a turn for the worse. Wednesday night changed the way I'll deal with horses for the rest of my life. Having never owned a young horse I don't know what I was thinking but I got cocky and thought I could handle it.
We (my family and I) went down to the stable that evening to check on him (I work with him 2-3 times a day. This was our last trip of the day). Now that it's getting dark much earlier I was unable to run him in the corral this time as it's not lighted. So I was walking him around and letting him graze while my parents did a once over on the stall. My brother and I were walking him (which I'd done loads of times) when all of a sudden Dak started spinning circles. So here I am under the glow of one lonely lamp trying to gauge the animal's actions with Jason asking me "what's he doing?" all of a sudden he spun really fast and kicked me with both back legs. Now I'm not some 6'2" 200 lb guy. I'm just under 5' 4" and weigh about 160 lb (at the heaviest) plus I'm a girl, so I took that blow really hard.
I remember screaming as he ran off but didn't know it was me making all that racket. It was too dark for me to see where he'd ran off to but the stable is a little more then 50 yards from a unlit street and the only thing I could think of was... heaven forbid he run out there and cause an accident... I didn't want the death of someone at the expense of my foolishness on my conscious. My parents ran out and I remember yelling go get the horse.
My mom came over and helped me up whild dad went after Dakota. Shock had already set in and I was shaking cause this horse had scared me so bad. Dakota was hving no part of stable life and anted the freedom of doing what he wanted like he did before. He tried in the process of my dad going after him to charge and trample both my dad and brother.
After getting him back in the stall I went to the hospital some time later and found out that between the internal hemorraging and swelling that I had a crack in the pelvic bone and a very large hematoma that measures a good 8 inches across. Now the area where this injury rests all I can say is that I'm glad I'm not a guy. The left half of that as well as the upper thigh and where they're jointed is where the damage is most extensive. The doctor said I was very lucky because an inch higher and I might never have been able to have children.
Needless to say I haven't been doing much for the past few days and I took this whole thing as a sign. I've gotten hit by that horse twice already. They say things happen in threes. The second time was pretty bad the third I didn't even want to think about. so I figured God was telling me something and I wasn't going to tempt fate again so dad sold him to a riding stable the next day. I didn't have a whole lot of time to get attached so I'm more upset about the money I lost in this investment then anything.
Money I can make back but my health... Live and learn.