May – Pimlico
May 2nd, Federico Tesio BC S, $50k, 9f, 3yo
PF Je Ne C'est Pas – second
Earnings: Jean - $10,000
May 15th, Adena Stallion's Miss Preakness S GIII, $100k, 6f, 3yof
PF Firehawk – second
Impossible Planet JMR – first
Earnings: Imp - $60,000, Lilith - $20,000
May 15th, Skipat S, $50k, 6f, 3yo+f
Rhea JMR – first
Chiyuki JMR – second
Zenyanor JMR - scratched
Earnings: Rhea - $30,000, Yuki - $10,000
May 16th, Allaire duPont Distaff S GII, $150k, 8.5f, 3yo+f
Hotflash Hattie JMR – first
Earnings: Hattie - $90,000
May 16th, Maryland Sprint H GIII, $100k, 6f, 3yo+
Handsome Rob JMR – firs
Thanksgiving, while always an amazing affair, didn't have as much joy while Tobias was gone. Which meant the holiday had been less than stellar for years. Jamie wouldn't have believed it if she hadn't lived through it herself. Had someone told her in her younger years that her best friend would leave for a few months and then decide to stay in England for the next several years, she would have laughed. The joke was losing its flavor, and the young woman could tell she was not the only one to be exasperated with the man.
Mike, too, seemed to have lost a bit of his usual flair. Not in any way towards Jamie, of course. To her, he was just
This year, when Eleanor sat down to sort out her ever growing breeding lists, she called Jamie over for lunch. Her sister had been a great help and added a new of perspective, so the older sibling wanted her opinion. Jamie tied Jayger to a ring and walked into the office with a smile.
“I see you're taking him out for a spin,” Eleanor nodded, “How is he doing?”
“Very well,” Jamie said, turning to look at the young stud colt affectionately. “I've ridden Thoroughbreds before, but never one from off the track. I was surprised at how gentlemanly and kind he is – he has such a sweet way of goin
It wasn't a very quiet meeting, or a very small one. The office was too crowded, and so the entire staff of Pembrooke Fields sat around the dining room table with what most people would consider “too many dogs” stuffed under the chairs and around the ankles of the humans, with more canines spilling out into the adjoining foyer.
“I'm sure you're all wondering why I've called you here this afternoon,” Charles began, looking around the table. “To put it bluntly, the farm is going to undergo a drastic construction plan, beginning this summer.” Suddenly, all of the faces only vaguely interested snapped up to
Mike knocked on the office door. “Come in,” called Victoria and the young man walked into the room, Lyda at his heels. The jolly pitbull greeted Hans, Victoria's German Shepherd, before plopping onto the floor at her master's feet. Mike sank into a chair and waited for Victoria to finish typing. She turned from her work and smiled at him. “So, how did it go?”
“You were there,” Mike shrugged, not a little frustrated. “You saw.”
“I saw a team with a new rider and a basic level horse going out for their first attempts.” Victoria said. Mike scratched behind Lyda's ear, since the
He hadn't been prepared for the sheer level of inebriation at the wedding. Some people staggered in already drunk and proceeded to roll farther down hill as the evening wore on, the singing and dancing following along to embarrassing levels. Tobias didn't mind too much. From the stories he had gathered from other staff and volunteers, if ever a stable needed to have a party it was this one. Death, drugs, identity struggles and trying to piece together broken horses and people on a daily basis took a toll on even the strongest mind.
So the black-haired boy didn't complain as he helped clean up the reception area and watched the more impai
Dear Tobias,
I hope this letter finds you well. We all miss you. But we also know you're learning and growing so much. Know that we're all proud of you and cheering for you from here.
I thought I'd let you know how this year's foal crop turned out. We've got three more healthy babies over here, so thank goodness for that. All three boys for 2017, so the testosterone around here is going to be crazy.
I got my secret wish. Anika threw a cremello sabino colt! We're calling him Adama – I thought you'd appreciate that. He's certainly fitting the part, ordering the other two and most of the mares around like it is his job. But he'
He hadn't been prepared for the sheer level of inebriation at the wedding. Some people staggered in already drunk and proceeded to roll farther down hill as the evening wore on, the singing and dancing following along to embarrassing levels. Tobias didn't mind too much. From the stories he had gathered from other staff and volunteers, if ever a stable needed to have a party it was this one. Death, drugs, identity struggles and trying to piece together broken horses and people on a daily basis took a toll on even the strongest mind.
So the black-haired boy didn't complain as he helped clean up the reception area and watched the more impai
Dear Tobias,
I hope this letter finds you well. We all miss you. But we also know you're learning and growing so much. Know that we're all proud of you and cheering for you from here.
I thought I'd let you know how this year's foal crop turned out. We've got three more healthy babies over here, so thank goodness for that. All three boys for 2017, so the testosterone around here is going to be crazy.
I got my secret wish. Anika threw a cremello sabino colt! We're calling him Adama – I thought you'd appreciate that. He's certainly fitting the part, ordering the other two and most of the mares around like it is his job. But he'
Eddie sat on the floor of the stable office, coloring diligently on the horse drawings Aunt Jamie had drawn and copied for him. Eleanor rubbed her face in her hands, staring at her computer. Spreadsheets of breeding notes sat in front of her. The past few years she had worked hard to make wise choices with her bloodstock, thinning out the foals to one per jockey for each class. Things were finally beginning to be manageable again in the racing barn, and Eleanor took pride in the fact that she helped make things easier for her husband and the racing staff.
Now she was stuck. The past two years she had chosen pairings with her star runner
Tobias barely had time to send a quick email to Michael at the airport. Just landed. Gotta meet up with the lorry and check on Crow. Will call when I'm settled. Give Abby a hug for me. The buckskin stallion took the flight in stride - it wasn't his first trip to England. But he wouldn't be staying for a week for a show. Tobias wondered how he would take to a whole year of being without his stable mates. For that matter, how would Tobias take it?
Shana was fine as well, although she didn't appreciate having to ride in the cargo section with the rest of the animals. She fused herself to Tobias' leg the minute he let her out of the cra
It all fell into place more quickly than Tobias expected. Paperwork for Shana and Crow to stay a year in England was extensive, but after years of bringing horses across the pond to compete he knew most of the particulars. Quarantine would be the hardest part, but he would be there to make sure his animals were treated well. After that there was only the packing. His own belongings didn't take long: clothes for around the yard, casual stuff, winter gear and his best show coat and boots; a few favorite books, his mp3, laptop, enough toiletries for the flight. He'd buy those things when he arrived - no sense in carting it along and wasting
"Come in." Victoria barely looked up from her work at the tap on her door. However, when Tobias slipped inside the room and sank into a chair across from the desk, she gave the young man her full attention. Shana sat beside him, her red and liver fur pressed against his leg. Victoria smiled. Tobias was nervous and his Shepherd was making sure she was on hand if needed. The black-haired boy stared at his hands for a few moments, so Victoria took pity on him and began herself. "Can I help you Tobias?"
He nodded. "I'm leaving."
The woman leaned back in her chair. "May I know why?" Although she was fairly certain she already knew. Ha
Eleanor heard the phone ringing, but couldn't find the cell to save her life. Eddie sat on the floor, pounding out a drum solo for Gretchen on pots and pans. He was using Eleanor's favorite brownie pan and her last good wooden spoon. The woman tossed a stack of junk mail into the trash and finally uncovered her phone, catching the call just before it went to voicemail.
"Hello? Mom? Yes, I'm here, I was just - Eddie, could you please stop that?" she asked without much heart. The boy paused with the spoon in mid air.
"Who is it?" he asked.
"Grandma," Eleanor smiled in spite of herself.
"Nanna Tor?"
"Yes, Grandma Victoria."
"Lemme sa
I am a 30 year old woman from Indiana who has two cats, works third shift, and spends as much time as possible with friends and family.
I work mainly in pencil, colored pencil and printer paper, although I would like to attempt digital at some point.
Art is a cathartic experience for me: a practice I quite enjoy. But as with most pleasurable things in life, there never seems to be enough time to practice my craft.
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This is just a note to say that I'm almost ready!
I'm typing this from my new desktop - plugged into my friend's monitor to make sure that everything is "syncing as we wish it to be". So far so good. I plan to get my own monitor and mouse this weekend, and then we can seriously start the drawing madness!
Bear with me, as I've never done digital art in my life, so my first attempts are likely to be really embarrassing. But I so look forward to this next chapter in my life, and in harpg. I can't wait to share all of the plans I've made with all of you. See you on the other side, hopefully with some art.
All my love.
Niur
Greetings, my lovelies!
I hope this journal finds you well. I know I said I've been working on getting back into harpg, but this time I'm positive. I've finally gotten internet, so I've been able to check my inboxes more frequently. It has been truly inspiring to see all of your hard work - they have all been beautiful and have made me ache to get back into the game myself. So keep up the good work!
This month I get three paydays instead of two, so I'm planning to get most (if not all) of the parts needed for a new desktop computer. I've made a friend at work who builds custom rigs as a hobby, and he is going to walk me through the pro
No trouble at all! I love your style so much. It is very whimsical and fun (and adorable), and while I'm sure you slave away and cry about it just like the rest of us, your work always has that air of ease and relaxation to it - like it came together without any struggle.