What would I do with that kind of moolah, you ask? Maybe not what you'd expect.
Certainly I'd quit my current job, but not to live the life of luxury. I'd actually like to become a working student.
No, I swear to you that I haven't been hitting the wine fridge. If I had the freedom to do whatever I wanted and didn't have to bring home a paycheck, I'd like to apprentice myself to someone and spend my days learning how to become a true horse person. It would have to be someone nearby, as I couldn't pull the kids out of school. Although, since we are talking fantasies here, in the summer I'd like to be able to drag the family, the Sainted Mare and the pony, and --oh yeah, we'd need to get a horse for Noah -- go somewhere to work for/train with someone in Europe. Think one of the Whitakers would take us on?It would be nice to either move closer to the barn or get a small farmette where we could keep the horses ourselves (not the husband's idea of fun,certainly) although the kids would squawk about leaving their friends.
There would, of course, have to be sizable donations to CANTER, Old Friends, and assorted equine rescues and charities.
Finally, I'd like to breed the Sainted Mare. Since I could afford to keep her baby, I would not worry as much about contributing to the unwanted horse problem. Who would be the perfect Sugar-Daddy for Sug? Hmmm- is there any frozen Libero H lying around?? Numero Uno? Lux Z?
Would we breed her (she's had 3 already) or get a surrogate as she is older now? Aaaack --the mind positively reels with pink and blue foal fantasies. Baby names, anyone? If it's a girl, how about Sweetness? Pays homage to Mama Sug and the great Chicago Bear running back Walter Payton. (I'm a big football fan, BTW.)
Probably a good thing there's no chance in Hades I'll be winning the Powerball on Saturday night. I've clearly gone 'round the bend.
I'm glad I'm not the only fool who dreams about winning the lottery and spending most of it on horses....
ReplyDeleteOh, I wish you would have won. You adore that mare and I would love to see you get to keep her foal. :)
ReplyDeleteI already picked out Pippi's babydaddy, you know for when I unexpectedly fall assbackwards into money (I call it my assbackwards plan). He is a Friesian, Othello, and I saw him at Equine Affaire last year. He was Zorro's horse in Fantasia. That would happen right after my new farm is constructed, with a heated indoor arena and a cute little cabin for me. I will buy you that little HorseBox when that happens. There, you have it in writing!!
Emme, you slay me! I had to call my husband and share. I hope you don't mind, but we now have an assbackwards plan as well. That is the funniest thing I've ever heard! OK, deal. If I win the lottery, you get your Friesian baby daddy and your trailer from me. If you win, I get the horse box. If we both win, I vote we build our own little equestrian compound, think of it like Kennedy compound meets equine compound, where we can play horsie together with the kids and get all kinds of silly.
ReplyDeleteOh YES!!! You are on!! I am a bit concerned about your use of the word "compound" however, whenever that word is used on Tv it is a rarely a feel-good story. As in "the Bin Laden Compound" or the "Waco compound." LOL.
ReplyDeleteAssbackward plans are the best. All they require and Big Fantasies and exceptional good luck! Any day now.......