My Arabian Amour

I was browsing different sites to specify what I wish for my birthday. Shoes, bags, fashion, diamonds. Whoops! Yes,they are all there. Especially the bag and diamonds part he he 😉

Annnnnnd FYI: my day is coming up on March 19th. I’m a crazy, emotional Pisces with Gemini in the Moon sign. I know: even more insane! 4-split personality /Schizo personality.Whoops!!!

Somebody – no actually a lot of people told me it helps my acting….(?) I hope they are right. Because the emotional, passionate side gets me into a lot of trouble most of the time. It’s not for the fainthearted… really!!! And sometimes hard when you don’t have the option to opt out.

However, browsing for birthday wishes I came across these pictures of Arabian horses. I know it’s a really nerdy and uncool hobby to have. But nevertheless: I LOVE horses and especially Arabian horses. Period.

The first word I uttered as a baby was ‘horse’ (in Danish: ‘Hest’). but it was not until I moved to New Mexico a little North of Santa Fe as a 13 year old that my dream came true: My beloved saint of a grandmother gave me an Arabian horse. He was just broken in. Meaning he just turned 3 and learned to carry humans on his back. We became each others best and worst friends. He threw me off his back and gave me many bruises. for the first time I met somebody more bossy than myself. Duh!

But he also gave me so much love, passion, fun and unforgettable experiences in nature. Playing tag int the forest, laying together in the dirt baking in the sun. Riding through Mojave reservoirs cowboy style like nobody’s business. In my book these experiences with him beats most other activities.

So, this is for the Arabian lovers like myself. I would loooove to get a farm where I can have a dozen of Arabian horses when I get a little older. I’m in love and I’m NOT sorry about it!!!

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