Monday, January 14, 2008


When I turned 18 I took a trip to Missouri. It ws my first time on a plane, my first time away from the West Coast (CA, OR, NV). I flew from Reno, NV to St.Paul, MN, on to Kansas City, MO and spent a week. While on vacation I got myself a tattoo. Not for any particular reason. I thought about it for a while and had a pretty good idea of what I wanted. Something unique that would show my personality. I was born and raised in a small town, and had just finished training a young filly. I really love country life and being around & riding horses. Not to mention horseshoes are supposed to bring good luck (we even have on above the entry door of our home).

1 comment:

one more boiled peanut, please said...

But you didn't tell us why you chose this tattoo. Is there a story? Grammom