December 20th, 2009 6:22 PM USA Eastern Time.

Five minutes ago we lost a beloved family member. Life is so short and so precious and Ill never understand it. 18 years ago, our family feline Jesse brought 11 kittens into the world on her own. All the kittens were sold except one. Spike has been a part of our life since that first day. And he's taught us as a family so much about enjoying life and living to the fullest. Five minutes ago, at the age of 18, Spikey was hit by a car. My mother pulled out of the garage, angry at me, and he didn't move in time. I can't even to begin to describe how I feel. I just heard her wailing and I looked out the window and the image I saw will forever be burned in my mind. He was so broken. And the blood. All over his mouth and the driveway. My 18 year old baby is dead. I can't think. I can't breathe. All I can see is him, surrounded in crimson snow. I know what people will tell me. Thank you for the support. To me- DA is the only place where I can vent, cry and rejoice. I'm so thankful for everyone here.

Rest In Peace Spike
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I wanted to try out that Urban Dictionary thing. For those of you who know me... I think this is spot on!

You are a strong person who likes to take the lead sometimes and other times would rather be part of the background. That extra attention is great most of the time, you just have those days when you like to be noticed and talked to. You’re good at the things you like but not always the best and u dislike the things you’re bad at. You get along with almost every one, but some people just piss you off. You have trouble letting go of things that really meant a lot to you and can be obsessive if it was REALLY important to you! You good at keeping secrets, at least the ones you think are necessary to keep. You can get you self into a lot of trouble if u did something stupid enough, but u think the stupid things are fun because every one thinks your SO perfect and would never do anything wrong! Over all you have fun with life and take the good with the bad, it’s all an adventure, live life wile it lasts!
Though the name Carly creates the urge to be creative and original, we call attention to the challenge of controlling temper as a result of a highly intense, dissatisfied, and restless quality.
This name, when combined with the last name, can frustrate happiness, contentment, and success, as well as cause health weaknesses or accidents to the head, worry and mental tension. Your first name of Carly has given you energy, drive, and ambition, but also an almost excessively strong-willed and independent nature.
While you are creative, inventive, and ingenious in practical matters, and always ready to initiate and promote new undertakings, you often experience difficulty in bringing your undertakings to a successful conclusion because of your own changing interests or changing circumstances

My birthday is tomorrow. I'll be 15 and yet I'm not really
excited. I don't know, but it just doesn't seem like a big deal
anymore. Anyone else ever feel that way?? I feel like people have just sort of forgotten about me. It makshes me sad.

Isn't it an odd concept? Life Happens. No matter how hard we try to change it (or keep it the same) life still goes on. Warning: This is long.

Lately, I've been stretched like a rubber band. I had a great summer and a really good first couple of weeks at school. I also competed at State Fair for gymkhana along with ~whisper188. Legacy did fabulous. I've never been so proud of that horse for working the way he did. None of the fair rides bothered him. The really tall ferris wheel and the this crazy looking ride called "The Topspin" were near the 4-h Arenas and he never spooked at any of them. I was really very surprised because he's neer in his life seen that type of stuff and yet he was just as calm as a cucumber. He runs were good (except Cloverleaf Barrels) and we even took 9th out of 47 in Quadrangle Barrels! After our run though I was shaking like a leaf. That adrenaline really takes it toll on you. I totally zonked out each night we were there. We (my mom and I) lived at the fair for three days (Saturday, Sunday, Monday) and then on Tuesday... the ever dreadful school. I could not keep my eyes open for like the first week of school. I still haven't caught up on my sleep yet. But then again... you never do. Once it's gone it's gone for good.
On to the next section of this lovely story of mine. It gets worse so beware. Here we go then. I warned you...
After 4 months of living in a hospital and nursing home, my 93 year old grandfather is deciding to move back in with us. The thing is, he's in a wheelchair. My dad of course has no problem with my Grandpa moving back in, but it's his father. My mom and I on the otherhand, have been stressing about this since the announcement that he was coming "home". I'm going to leave out one detail as to save you from mental deficiancies in the future, but cleaning up after him is going to be a very gruesome task. In fact come to think of it, getting out of bed is a gruesome task, this will be hell. Next on the list is the situation of my cat. We've had him for 18 years now and even though I'm only 14, he was my cat from the day I was born, or rather, I was his person. Now Spike isn't unhappy, but he is unhealthy. For anyone who knew him, you know that 1. He can meow like an opera singer sings. 2. His motor never stops running. He always purrs. 3. He's always interested in what you have to eat/ do/ see. So therefore, he's constantly underfoot. Spike really creates chaos in our household, but we love him. He's been the best cat we've had (and I know people say that they're cat was the best). Before our English Setter Sarah died, they used to play together. He literally thought he was a dog. Unfortunatly, he's been having accidents on the carpet and at first we would just clean it up but the other day my parents got so angry they announced we had to put him down soon. That means, that once we do, that familiar cry for (not his food) your food will be gone, the motor that keeps me going will not run anymore and I don't think I can stand that. It's hangs over my head like a cloud now and I just want to cry everytime I think about it. To add onto my life, I'm working really hard to keep up with my schoolwork, so I barely get to see my horse and he lives 100 feet away.



On a much happier note....

We brought home Rusty yesterday! Rusty is a 9 year old tobiano paint. He is stunning! His sire is Ollie Norfleet (click link to visit Ollie's webpage=> [link]) and his dam is C C Breeze Bar. Rusty's registered name is Ole Royal Norton. I'm very excited to have him!

Also... my Birthday is coming up soon!! Thats right! I finally won't be the baby in my grade anymore!! Woot! I'm gonna be 15 September 29th at 12:29 am.

I think thats it. Thanks for readin'!!
~Car~

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