I BELONG in Kentucky

So here is a little story. Last year Ryan and I took the kids to some horse races at Churchill Downs. It wasn't any fancy race and it only cost $2 to get in. It was really fun to see all the horses and jockeys. We decided to all pick a horse and see who would win. Honestly, I would have truly bet. The lowest bet you can put down is $2.00 so I thought what could it hurt to just bet $2.00. Well, my husband, the good man that he is, said NOPE! No betting. The prophet has told us not to gamble, not even nickel slots. Well, okay then. I listened to the patriarchal leader of our home and followed the council of the prophet and didn't bet. So the first race goes and I pick a horse and he wins. Second race. I pick a horse and he wins. Then we left. How fun was that? Both my horses won. Oh how funny.

A couple of weeks ago we took my sister and her husband to Keeneland for the Bluegrass Stakes which is just outside of Lexington. So we decided again to pick a horse and see who wins. First race, I pick #3. Sure enough he totally wins. Second race. I pick #6. I was prepared to lose this time. The race starts. Number 6 is in the end of the pack. (Oh too bad, I'm going to lose this time) He turns the last corner he is gaining. (At least he won't be a total loser) He is now in 4th place. (Hey he is doing better) He is in second place as he passes us. (Second place, not too bad). Then the race ends and I thought he had won second place until Ryan looked over at me with a look of shock and almost horror. I was like what? Thinking second was good and all but he didn't win. Then he said HE DID WIN!!! He came from the very back and won! So I am 4 for 4 in picking the winning horse. Do I belong in Kentucky or what? Yes, I do wonder how much I could have won but you know that the moment I bet, the magic will be gone and I will lose. All my life I have been looking for my talent in life and here it is. Picking the winning horse. Oh the irony.