Hey everyone! I haven’t done a video in a really long time, but I’ve been encouraged to make a return. It’s not that I”m uncomfortable on camera… doing Periscopes got me past that. I just know that I make very odd faces when I talk. (See the adorable face below)

And sometimes the Internet gets a little trolly, and they like to tell me that I make weird faces. Or that my teeth aren’t perfect. But you know what? Those faces are so me. I’m a weirdo. I have a bizarre sense of humor. So if someone doesn’t like it, they can go somewhere else. I ain’t skurred of my block button. #byeFelicia

So this particular vlog is about our adventure last week. When I was 8-10 years old, I read a book called Misty of Chincoteague. Marguerite Henry wrote many books about the wild ponies, but this was the one that started it all. I fell in love with horses, and devoured any book I could find. Books about riding horses, wild horses, horse competitions, girls with horses, families with horses. I learned how to draw horses, and repeatedly checked out a instructional library book from a local artist who specialized in horse art.

Years later came Hidalgo. Another story of wild horses, that re-sparked my initial adoration. And I’m not alone in my love. My sisters also fell in love with them, and I’m proud to say that one of my sisters volunteers at a therapeutic riding center.

So, back to Chincoteague. I’ve wanted to see the ponies of Chincoteague since the very first time I read that book. And last weekend, we finally made it there. But it didn’t quite go as planned. But you’ll have to watch the video to see why. (I know. I’m a party pooper. Or evil mastermind. To-may-toe/to-mah-toe)

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