Tall Black Colt - Ride #4

I suggest that when you choose a personal photographer, make sure he's not one who gets a kick out of seeing you dumb :-)... i.e. me stuck on the panel laughing because I couldn't haul myself back up and still hang on to my horse.

TBC was a good boy today if maybe a little sassy. Let's just say he was feeling his oats. Nothing bad but just a little more energetic than the last few times. He does better with a rope halter than the flat nylon.

He did fine though! And then when we were done, I took his halter off and walked away. He followed me to the gate. I opened the gate, he walked out, got past me... and stopped to wait for me. What a good boy.

Tres Jamaal

Tres is learning about life on the Krazy B Ranch very quickly. He tolerates things from afar but hasn't yet realized that approaching us means rubs, treats, and attention. He hangs back. But he's assimilated himself into the colt herd fairly well.

I was out there a bit ago and I saw him lay his ears back at one of the dogs. I THOUGHT it was the dred-lock poodle, but when I came and looked at my photos, it was my danged Chandler! who does NOT understand that he can be trampled very easily.

If it had been Rosebud there, Chandler would have a squashie hoof-print in his midsection.

More Mikey

He came from a dam who was rescued from slaughter a couple years ago. He was born on the 4th of July and the people who foaled him called him Firecracker. I thought he looked like a "Mike"... so there it was. They said he was "a bit wild". Pshaw.

He recently snagged himself on something and nearly lost half his eyelid. We called the vet and stitched it back on. I think it's gonna hold. I left the sutures in longer than normal because I wanted to be certain it had the best chance to take hold. I think there will be a scar, but at least he can close his full eyelid and still has his lashes!

He's a cute little turd and so very tolerant and sweet.

Coltish Ways

While Ivan and Spike took Clarissa and Dan to Chance Ridge to ride last night, Jay and I got something to eat, came home, and played with colts in the dark. We didn't accomplish much other than petting and playing, but it's always fun to play with the colts.

Tres, the gorgeous young Arab, is warming up to his life here. He's getting better and better about allowing us to approach him and moving our hands over his body. He's definitely going to take a lot more patience than some horses. He's soooooo pretty though.

Little Mags is a ball of fur. She reminds me of a bear rug. When you dig your fingers into her hair, it's difficult to find where the hair ends and her body begins! Jay says she looks like a mule :-). I think she's beautiful.

Speaking of mules, I got a shot of TBC (Tall Black Colt) with Jay. There are bad angles and low light so TBC looks muley and Jay looks like Colonel Sanders. TBC was NAUGHTY last night. As I was petting someone else he came up behind me for his attention. He does that all the time, so I didn't think much of it until I felt teeth grab the skin on the back of my hamstring. HOLY CRAP! I swung my arm around at him and screeched! Jay was laughing wondering what happened, so I walked over and demonstrated to him :-) (hee hee).

I took Mike's band out of his forelock and I really need to take his stitches out today. His eyelid healed FANTASTIC! I'm so happy we tried to save it. I don't think he will have any problems with it at all.

At one point I was standing with Tres, talking calmly and petting him. Somebody kicked the feeder and that set off a chain-reaction in the herd. Great. Just when I was thinking Tres might be trusting me, the entire herd of colts takes off at a dead run through the pen. Naturally his instinct kicks in and he tears away from me. They were gorgeous in the moonlight and I wish I had had my camera out at that time. They circled around and came back toward me looking for the source of the noise. Nobody would go back to the feeder until I walked over there first and then they realized it wasn't going to eat me, so it must be ok.

Rojo was a lover last night. I kept trying to get a picture of him, and the best I got was his face trying to get closer to me!

Red is one cute stocky little thing. I saw him trotting around the other day and couldn't believe the sweet slow collected pleasure trot I was witnessing. I wonder if I caught a glimpse of something or if he was just being collectively lazy. He's sure packed with muscle though. Cute.

The A-Team was across the fence looking for attention. Look at how LG stands... all cocked out and hangin' out like one of the guys. Then Annie is next to him all pretty and standing square, poised like the beautiful girl she is.

Ya gotta love 'em. Today is fairly mild (although the wind just opened our storm door and let the cat in) and I hope to get some good time in with them.

BRRRR-R-R-R-R-R-R-R-R

Ok, so it's not HORRIBLE outside, but it's pretty brisk! The windchill is only about ohhhhhhh 7? above zero?

Long long ago when I was but a wee child I walked home from kindergarten. There was a nice path to the street OR you could take the shortcut through the ditch. I seem to remember snowfalls we got when was little to be much more than the snow we get today. It could have something to do with the fact that I was only 3' nothing tall. I took the shortcut one day and my tiny little legs sunk into the snow. They couldn't reach the bottom of the drift to the ground and the snow was up to my patootey.

I yelled and yelled "DADDDYYYYYY DADDDDYYYYYYYYYYYYY" for what seemed like forever before he looked out the window. We only lived kitty-corner to the school. It must have seemed a lot further in those days if I deemed it necessary to take the "short-cut". He mumbled over to me asking why in the H I didn't take the path!

You know when you are a kid and you KNOW you're stupid and any answer you come up with sounds even more stupid? so you just say "I don't know."? That's all I could come up with. I think that answer is the one answer that most often makes parents crazy... but I understand. Sometimes an "I don't know" that's earns you a whack upside the head is a lot easier than trying to explain how really dumb you are.

That would surely cause the parents to realize they failed in geneology and that I should have been drowned at birth. So I'll settle for "I don't know" and I don't get too upset with my kids when they use it.

TODAY, it is pretty frigid out. My daughter has a decent trek from the road to the house when she gets off the school bus in the afternoons. I've seen worse though. I've lived through worse. She'll be ok. In addition, she's a jock and she's been running it. It just takes her a few minutes.

Dad is beside himself with worry that she will catch frost-bite and is trying to get his errands done so he can get there when she gets off the bus. What happened to this man? Where did the grumbling short-cut curser go? Besides, he's going to make my kid soft, dangit! HA HA!

What I find interesting is that when I was her age, I was helping him haul hay in a flat-bed jeep with no heater and proceeded to get it stuck in deep drifts. Don't think I didn't get the evil eye over that one!

Now, where did I put those coveralls?

How Do You See Yourself?

My husband and I were at a company function last weekend. A friend brought his new girlfriend whom I had never met. Hubby made some comment about "your twin over there". Once I figured out who he was talking to I guffawed. She's very cute if you like Bratz dolls. I had to laugh because I was dressed to the hilt in business suit, full makeup, perfect hair, and tall black heels. I sure don't see many Bratz dolls in that attire. Maybe if they dressed one up as an attorney-looking image???? dunno.

Most of the time I see myself as a Cabbage Patch doll. Cute, funny, a little floopy most of the time. If I sit too long, I flop over. People like to hug me, and my hair is always a mess.

The image I like to think of myself as is the strong as steel, mean as a snake, don't fuck with me type of woman. I walk around with a pissed off look on my face and little do people know that at any given moment I can burst into a gale of laughter that sails through the noise of a crowded room with the ease of goo through a goose.

If I had lived in the 1800s, I surely would be the woman with the gun. Mean and tough in a way that would make women run and make men step aside in hat-tipping admiration. Loyal to the marrow of her bones and able to dole out vengeance to those who brought harm to her loved ones. Heck... bring on 2009 because that's the way I like to think of myself. :-)

I like the fact that my husband thinks I'm a sexy trampy looking thing at times, but that's really not the image I'm shooting for.

Gimme the gun ;-)

Gotta Have It... WANNA Have It

For all my riding life, I've hauled around a 2-horse bumper pull trailer and that was GREAT! Dad bought a small blue and white something or other that I pulled the heck out of in my teens and that dang thing is still around. It has been sandblasted, repainted, painted again, the floor replace, a door replaced because a 2yo and I managed to rip it off the hinges and it still keeps on kicking. I've taken it down the road and patched tire leaks with bubble gum.

We since bought another 2-horse bumper pull that is much newer and much taller than my old stand-by, but it still doesn't help when Jay, Ness, and I all wish to go ride together. When we all go, or Ness needs more than two horses at a show that means we hook up two vehicles and hit the road.

Wellllllll that just doesn't make much sense, does it now? Noooooooooooooo! you might say in chorus with my sing-songing.

Sooooooooo! I've been on the lookout for a good deal on an ultra nice big-ass trailer! (grin)

I am convinced that we need LQ because let's face it... when we're at a show there are times when you just need to hide out, plop your butt down somewhere out of the sun, in the cool air, and close the door. In addition, if you wish to drive more than two hours away from home for an adventurous trail-ride, it would be really cool if you could just pull up, hook up, and plan to camp out for the night, relax, maybe ride some more in the morning and then head home! Am I right? huh? HUH?

So here I found the PERFECT trailer for us. It's a 30' long 5 horse with ultimate LQ for a very reasonable price. Jay is ever-so hesitant about spending money and he thinks that we can still get by with the 2-horse and sleep in the bed of the truck. That's fine and dandy with me, but omgosh! I have friends who like to go toooooooo!

So I decided that if I get this trailer, then Deb, Marie, Clarissa, and I can easily fit in the gooseneck bed, the girls can comfortably sleep on the fold-out sofabed and Jay, Dan, and Rich can hear us just fine when they are either in the cab of the truck or in sleepy-bags in a tent outside the LQ door lmao.

So what's the argument???????? Heck! I sure can't figure it out!

He thinks that this is too much trailer to pull with our 3/4T pickup. Pshaw I say. When we first got married he bought a giant 3/4T and I saw no need for it. His reasoning was the fact that someday we may need to pull something.

TA DAAAAAAAAA! Now we have a different 3/4T but it still has the same destiny, right?

In any case (wow, I say that a lot)..... I think I need this trailer. Doo and I look so good in the window! and my horses look happy peeking out drop-downs. Yes, I do believe it's destiny. :-)

Toot! Toot!

There are some things in life that you just can't help but laugh at. Farts happen to be one of those wonders of nature that almost never fail to entertain. It's cute when a baby farts, little boys make it a finely-honed skill, little girls "fluff" (ok, most little girls... the little girls I know can rip them with the best of the boys). Men are proud of their creations and women usually wrinkle their noses in disgust.

Deep down I do believe that although there is nose-wrinkling by women who call themselves "ladies" you can't tell me that they haven't lifted a leg in a good rip-roar a time or two and then laughed wishing someone was around to share it with!

My aunt and grandma used to go to the Bingo Hall and sneak farts as they walked by people. It was a game for them to turn and watch as the others tried to identify who was rank enough to let one of those rockstars loose in a crowd.

They would discuss the fact that sometimes if you fart while wearing pantyhose, the little bubble of scents would creep up your buttcrack seeking an escape route. Gawd I miss them!

A guy here at work who is usually slightly refined-acting coughed and farted simultaneously the other day as he walked down the hall. Trying not to point and laugh is a very difficult thing for me. It reminded me of a wonderful toy a friend sent though.

Turn up your speakers and enjoy!

http://www.fart-sounds.net/fart_sound_board.htm

O'er the Fields We Go....!

I went to the barn tonight to check on Mikey's eye. It looks GREAT! I didn't even put the eye cream on because it looks so normal and fine that I didn't think it needed it. The sutures are loosening up and I believe in a few days I may attempt to take them out!

I spotted my jinglebells hanging on a hook. Hmmm.

Last year at this time I told Jay that all I wanted for Christmas was a string of jingle-bells. Sooo he went to the tack and feed store of the one and only Brenda Messick! and she lined him up with a beautiful set of jingles just for me!

That night he presented them to me and I immediately ran out to try them on my Johnnie. He didn't give a flip. I grabbed his bridle and Jay caught Buck and we went for a moonlit snow ride with my bells a dingling.

When we got back to the yard, Jay slid off Buck and I stood there holding both horses. I slipped the bells off Johnnie's neck and slipped them on to Buck. Then I hopped across from Johnnie to Buck and we mosied around the yard for a while. It was so fun!

Buck was wondering "(yawn) what now?" and Johnnie was bored lol. I do love the photo Jay got of us that night though. It's special because EVERY picture of Johnnie is special.

Tonight I snagged my bells off the hook and jinged them at Mike. He looked at them, but didn't flinch. I touched him with them... nothing. So I slipped them over his head. LOL... nothing.

Once he realized there was something ON him that was making noise he backed up. When he got to the wall he figured he should investigate so he turned his head around to see if they were something he could eat. The pictures are sucky because of barn orbs, but he pleased me by his tolerance of one more new thing.

Maggie did NOT like them (snort). I hung them in her stall while I was out there. I jingled them at her. I tossed them on the ground so she could investigate on her own. Nope... nothin' doin'. There was no panic but there was certainly no "Ooooo look at the purdies" either.

Man, it was cold out though. Even in the barn I was freezing, so our jingle lesson was cut short by my lack of insulation. Next time! coveralls :-)

NO WAY!

HA! Fooled ya!

It's 9:35 p.m. and unless the Men in Black come busting through my door while I sleep, it appears I made it through Day 3 without a run-in with the law. YAYAYAYAYAY (does happy dance!)

I always heard bad things come in threes so I was just certain some badged crime-fighter would be found lurking behind the corners of my circle. Are there pills prescribed for paranoia? If so... sign me up. :-)

I really want one of those hats. It would go great with my "Security" sweatshirt! Ohhh Santa!!!!!!!!!!!

What Next? FB freakin' I????

So here I am, MINDING my own business driving home from work. I pass a State Patrol car, look down at my spedometer and don't think I'm speeding. The car turns around and follows my rear end. Omg Omg.... what the hell did I do NOW??????????????

Trying not to drive in a paranoid fashion I flick on my cruise control in case I have a knee-jerk reaction and hit the accelerator by accident. It doesn't matter because one-half mile later "woo woo" and the lights come on in my rearview mirror.

AAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHHHH!

I rarely RARELY get stopped for vehicular misdemeanors. WHAT NOW????????? (waaaaaaaaaah).

I roll my window down and ask sweetly (oh crap.. it's a woman officer... that's great, JUST great) "What did I do?"

She says "I'll tell you after you show me your license, registration, and insurance."

Um.. ok.

I had already unbuckled my seatbelt, which I realized I shouldn't have because I was asked about it. Then I had to contort myself across the console in order to try to pretend I was Stretch Armstrong to reach my tiny purse that had fallen on the floor-board and slid to the furthest depths and lengths of my truck that had suddenly doubled in width. Then I couldn't get my glove box open because a CD case had jammed inside it. I turned to the lady-cop and tried to give her my best "hee hee" smile. She wasn't amused.

I found my info and to my dismay.... NOTHING CURRENT WAS IN MY LITTLE PACKET!

Omg.... I'm so freaking going to jail... why meeeeeeeeeeeee? WHY MEEEEEEEEEEEE?

I stuttered and murmurred around as she gazed at me with non-interest at my stammering. So she took what I had on me and went back to her car. I think I sang the theme to Jeopardy more than 50 times as I tried to pretend I was calm and relaxed.

They really don't care that you "oops forgot" to put the stinkin info in your vehicle. So now I have a stinkin' court date. JAY'S FAULT!

She laughed when I asked "Can my husband go in my place since he usually takes care of this and I feel it's his fault?" (as I try to smile as sweetly as a woman can smile at a woman without being punched in the face). She laughed and said that that would probably be ok since his name is on the title anyway.

But HEY! She didn't bust me for speeding!!!!!!!!! :-D

If I see men in black walking toward me tomorrow, I will surely shit my pants.

Gift Horse

I always heard you shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth. I never really knew what it meant until tonight but my gawd it made me laugh when I saw it! Ok, so that's really not what it means, but it was certainly entertaining to me.

Mikey is notorious for trying to grab articles of clothing off your body or anything you lay around. I've been working on space issues with him because I really don't want him to be a puppy-dog who thinks he can sit on my lap and get his belly rubbed. We brought him home in late June or early July and he's been affectionate. Since we've put him in the barn to recover from eye surgery he's been horribly/wonderfully affectionate!

Jay thinks it's funny. I'm laughing at Jay waiting for him to get pissed and yell when he gets his ear bitten off lol. We will then have to change his name to Earl and drop the L.

Last night Mike tried to snatch Jay's hat off his head. Tonight Mike was nosing Jay's ear. I gave a loud "ahem".... and reminded him "remember the feel of his teeth on the bill of your cap?... well that's what you're going to feel ON YOUR EAR if you continue to think this is funny!"

It was really funny though. Mike and Jay were making kissy lips at one another. To all you horse personality analysis folks.. what exactly does this mean?????? To me I see "Gross, your ear tastes icky and your breath stinks." (shrug) But it's still FREAKING CUTE LOLOLOL.

Mike's eye is healing really really well (as you can see in the photos) and I really have to wonder what type of horse he'll grow in to. I read someone else's blog today about puppy-dog horses and how a woman taught her weanling how to jump up and put it's front legs on her shoulders. Dumb woman didn't stop to think that the was going TO GROW! I won't let Mike do that because, let's face it... he'd squarsh me.

I DO look forward to his curious and friendly behaviour though. I had my doubts about him for a while. He grew a giant hay belly and he was such a goofball looking thing that I was wondering if I would win the Fugly award if I ever took him anywhere. He's really blossoming right now though. Funny that an injury brought this out in him. Weird.

But Mike is so fun and cute, and he is beginning to respect my elbow in his face. Now if I can convince him that Jay's lips really aren't that fascinating we'll be good to go lmao.

Enjoy the photos. :-)

A Pony for Christmas

I found this pony on the internet. I LOVE this pony!!!!!! I don't know what it is about it, but I think that this is THE dang CUTEST pony in the world! He strikes me and I really really REALLY want to go get this pony and bring him home!

I can picture "my" pony and I trotting trotting down the road with manes flying and big ole horsey grins on our faces as we wave at passers-by heading toward a destination yet unknown. People will say "Hey! here comes Pam and her Pony! YAY!" and throw parades lmao. It will be the Pam Pony Parade! Maybe we can have one in Prague!

I'm sure I will never even get to meet this pony, but I fell in love with him at first sight. We would have sooooooo much fun. Because I know it's a very long shot of getting him, I thought I'd at least dedicate a post to this little pony who should be mine.

Isn't he just the cutest thing you've ever seen?

BLOOD PRESSURE!!!!! GAH!

Here I am sitting at my desk in my cute little very cluttered office, MINDING my own business while working away like a happy little clam and a Sheriff's deputy walks in asking "Are you Pam?"

The blood simulatenously drains and rushes from and to my face and my heart jumps to my throat. My mind is racing "Omg... what now???????" I gulp and say "yessss?" and I feel like a cartoon character that has dialog bubbles with arrows pointing at my head screaming in neon "GUILTY! GUILTY! GUILTY! GUILTY!" on one side and "I DIDN'T DO IT, I DIDN'T DO IT, I DIDN'T DO IT!" on the other side.

It turns out the dude just needed some info on quantities of fuel that were delivered to a customer back in September that have allegedly been stolen.

By that time it was too late and my blood pressure was screeching through the top of my head like the end-of-day whistle on the Flintstones when it's time for Fred and Barney to head home from a long day at the quarry.

GAAHHHHHHHH!

Then to make matters worse, I look on this person's account and see that he had been credited back for the gas and diesel he was originally billed for. What the heck? Hmmmm, working in the insurance industry for over 13 years has made me a huge crime-fighter against insurance fraud so I asked the deputy if he would hang tight while I investigated this further! I marched away before he could answer me.

When I came back with copies of tickets and made a couple of phone calls he was trying not to giggle at me. By then I had regained some composure but still felt like an idiot because I just KNOW he could see the terror on my face when he walked into my office. He apologized repeatedly and then laughed at the idea that someone could easily haul away 400 gallons of fuel. I was still nervous and let out a huge HA HA HA HA kind of like Monica on Friends when Chandler is faking laughter at his boss. (sigh) gawd, I'm such a dork.

I sooooooooo wish I was better at hiding my emotions! People who think I'm a sneaky conniver have NEVER seen that side of me. I suck at poker too.

Since I've had this stinking cold, all I can hear very well is the pounding of my heart through my ears. It sounds like a bass drum in my head right now! If I only had a tamborine to ring a few bells in there, we could start a band.

Harmonica anyone?

The Road to Recovery

Mike's eye is looking REALLY good. I honestly thought that stitching it three days after the injury would be too late, but apparently the dead flesh that was trimmed off may be attaching. YAY!

I put the medicine in his eye, so it looks a little "gelly" in the photo and it only has the slightest amount of goob collecting. I don't think that's too awful bad considering his eyelid was 85% ripped off his head. I forgot to ask Dr. Adam about removing the sutures, but I'll watch them and when it looks like it's healed nicely and the sutures are loose, I'm sure we can take them out easily enough.

Adam did a really good job. I think little Mikey just may end up with a normal eye! :-)

Mike really loves the attention he's getting while away from the rest of the colts. He gets attention out there, but not as dedicated.

I have made fun of Mike and how he doesn't compare to the new Arab we brought home recently, but dang! he's really looking nice right now and I even made a comment that he's just as dang pretty in his own way. He's beautiful when he spots something of interest and perks his ears up and arches his neck. He's filling out nicely too.

He tried to yank Jay's cap off his head tonight. You have to watch him or he'll grab things and run off with them. Dad leaned his crutches on a tree one day and Mike had one of them and was carrying it away.

Weanling Maggie is in the barn with him to keep him company. She nickered when I walked into the barn. She's certainly going to be a nice horse some day too. She's sure a cutie.

Mikey Fay Baker

Dr. Adam came over today with plans to cut off Mikey's hanging eyelid. When he looked at it, he pondered and thought there's enough live lid there that he thought maybe we could save it. He felt horrible that he didn't come look at it on Wednesday night but said we could try.

Sooooo he dosed him up with sedative and started in on numbing the area with a local. Poor Mike was so doped up I thought for sure he was just going to plop to his belly. Dad held his head and I banded his forelock in the finest Cyndi Lauper style to keep it up out of the way.

At one point the needle popped off the syringe and numbing solution can FLYING toward Jay and me. Miraculously none hit us. It was kinda funny and prompted Jay and Adam to discuss all the accidental injections they received during "vetty procedures". Jay has been inadvertantly vaccinated for black-leg. He says that's why his legs are so white (snort).

Dr. Adam trimmed off external dead and dried tissue from both sides of the lid. Then he proceeded to the stitching. I must admit that does take some skill to avoid poking out the eyeball. I was amazed. I told him that Colleen would be sad that she couldn't have the chunk of eyelid we had planned to cut off, so I took pictures for her instead! He laughed :-)

Mikey is no longer a "free horse". But that's ok. He isn't what you would call a valuable horse but he's so dang sweet that you just have to give him a chance. OH! He's not going to that new home because I found out that THEY thought I was talking about Maggie. Um... no.

In any case, Mikey will stay here. Especially now that he has a special need to watch out for that eye. Dr. Adam commented several times that he was a really good little guy.

We were trying to think of how we can keep that eye protected while it heals. I ran to the house to get the fly mask that Shel gave us at the Wahoo sale. It's big enough that it shouldn't rub on his stitches and will help to keep dirt and other crap off it. He looks like a TOTAL dork with it on though lmao.

I have bute, cream, and powder we will administer over the next week or so. If the eye starts to look "off" at all, Adam said he would come over and we'll try something else.. or then cut it off. It sure would be nice if it would stick though. I wasn't sure how I was going to glue fake eyelashes on him... but I thought those with glitter would be cute!

Flying

We have this horse. We have this WONDERFUL and crazy horse lol. We don't own him, but he lives with us and we hope he will live out his days with us. He is owned by a marvelous 9-fingered man whom I've known my entire life. We laugh that he used to babysit me. He once got in trouble from my parents for doing my homework for me. I can't recall the grade I got lol.

"Buck" is this horse who we've had soooo much fun with the past couple of years. I first met Buck when he was a 4yo. We were at the local watering hole and Buck was out in the trailer. One of my best friends at the time was with me. Since we're all pretty much related through marriages, etc. in my hometown, she and I knew that Rick wouldn't be angry if we went out, unloaded Buck and rode around!

We rode double-bareback through town laughing and having a jolly old time. Then her hubby came out to join in the fun. He doesn't ride (lol oops). He puffed up in bravado fashion and got on Buck. He didn't stay there for very long, but he rode him for about three steps lmao! I've never seen anyone fall off in such slow motion before.

Fast forward about oh... ten years? Rick and Buck had spent a lot of time attending rodeos, team-pennings, roping jackpots, etc. The stories about Buck are very entertaining. He looooooved to run, but sometimes forgot to stop. He never tires... NEVER.

You could ask him to climb to the roof of the barn and he would. You could ask him to jump off a cliff and he would. You could ask him to slow down and enjoy the scenery... THAT will never happen lol.

A few years back Rick and Buck were at a team-roping event and Rick lost his thumb. I'm told it was quite fascinating because it ripped the tendon out clear up to his elbow and the thumb was still tangled in the rope that the steer was dragging through the dirt. In any case, Rick's roping time was put on hold for a while. DURING that time, he offered Buck to me to ride in speed events!

Me: "Um, are you serious?"

Him: "Hell yeah.. he's just standing around getting older and fatter."

Me.: "That would be so coool!!!!!"

Him: "You know where he is, go get him."

Me: "Awesome!"

Him: "Good luck getting him stopped."

LOL okayyyyyyyyyy.

So I went and got him :-).

By that time we figured ole Buck had to be about 17 years old. OH MAN IS HE FUN! I had taken him to the arena and ran a few practice runs through barrels and poles before our first show. Apparently I didn't let him out like I should have because at our first show we had people rolling on the ground as we used up every inch of that arena trying to get through the patterns lmao! Omg... I think we knocked four of the six poles down. I honestly think he likes the sound of the pole when it hits his head. I've since learned that he LOVES the sound of buckets flying when he kicks them through a keyhole pattern.

By the end of the season we had each other figured out fairly well. We sometimes even made it through the poles without knocking ANY down! He helped me win the high-point buckle at our local saddle club and I was beaming.

Now my 11yo daughter is riding him and she rides him much better than I ever did. Some people look at me cockeyed and wonder what kind of mother I am to put my child on the "psycho horse". Aw heck... Buck isn't psycho.. he's just very tightly wound lol and Vanessa rides him very well.

When you run him flat out, it feels like you are flying. I can honestly say I've never been a horse that I've was so sure-footed that you could put your ultimate trust in them like you can Buck. It's such a rush. HE is such a rush.

Blogging

When I think of blogging, it makes me want to put on large wooden shoes and dance on a stage with several of my closest friends. My gaze travels to these hideous shoes a friend sent me from Holland. Omg... if I tried to dance in these things I would either break a leg or the large piece of wood I've slid my foot into would surely fly off into the air and hit someone in the head.

Yes... these are my feet in these painted tree-remnants. Who knew a size 6 in Holland meant size 10 in the U.S.

On a positive note, if I were ever lost at sea I could probably float to shore with these babies.

We'll stick to blogging. It's much safer that way.

My Turn to be Thankful

I've been reading others' blogs on how they are thankful that horses are in our lives. It inspired me to jot down my thoughts.

Growing up, my horses were a part of me. It wasn't just that "I had horses"... they were a part of who I was and how I lived my life.

When I graduated from high school, I moved 500 miles away to college. Man, I missed my horses. I hooked up with a girl who was just as far from home and missed her horses too. So, we joined the college Rodeo Club lol. We didn't have our horses there, but at least we were able to spend time with other horsey folks. The bad thing was that it seemed not many other of the members of that club had their horses there either! Most of our time was spent partying with this group and just talking about horses. It helped, but it wasn't enough.

Each time I would visit home, my first stop was at the barn and whoopin' it up with my Rowdy horse. I'm sure he wondered "Now why don't she write?" Gawd, I missed him.

Then I got married and moved to Omaha. While much much closer to my horses but still an hour away from them, I pretty much remained horseless. Then babies came. I had dreams of them riding through the fields with me... teaching them to show! oh wow, we had such plans! Then it dawned on me that horses weren't in the business plan in my husband's mind. At that time, I wasn't sure I would be able to have horses in my life again. It was an empty feeling and very depressing.

One thing led to another and my husband and I divorced. Part of that was the fact that I don't make a very good trophy wife. Did you know trophy wives aren't supposed to speak unless spoken to? lmao... omg... imagine how THAT worked into my personality. You can guess the rest.

Then I met Jay. Jay walked into the room in all his cowboyness looking sexy as hell. I had been at a business meeting all day and was decked out in suit and heels with perfectly coiffed hair and full makeup... toting a briefcase. He wouldn't look at me. I elbowed a friend when I saw him and claimed him as mine. I spent the rest of the evening working ALL my charms on him and I think I stuffed 20 business cards in his pockets. He still wouldn't pay attention to me UGH!

Later I learned he was scared to death of me ROFLMAO!!!!!! That was after we had our first kiss on the middle of the dance floor.

Ok, so I digressed....... (enter Jay) into my life. And, enter horses back into my life.

He and I married, bought a house, bought a horse, brought Vanessa into our lives, bought another horse then packed up and moved "back home" to the area I grew up. Soon two horses turned into three, etc. Vanessa is growing up with them in a way that I had dreamt for with my two older daughters. She has far surpassed any savvy and skills I had at her age and I couldn't be more proud.

Now I can walk outside my front door and hollar "WOO HOOOOOO!" and you'll see several young horses' heads pop up and start to make their way to me. It's a fabulous feeling.

If I should find myself horseless again in my life, it would surely drain that life out of me and I would shrivel into a bitter husk of despair.

Ok, that was a little dramatic, but that's my story, and I'm sticking to it!!!!! :-)

Sick!

I've been sick for over a month. Nothing that has knocked me down completely for that entire time, but I'll go along thinking I'm making progress and WHAM... it knocks me down again. At this moment I can barely hear anything but the ringing inside my head and the blood pulsing through my veins. My footsteps sound odd and thumpingly echoey. The doctors say "It's a virus that has to run it's course." Well HELL... how many times is it going to run?????????

GAHHHHHHH!

Gosh, what to talk about...

First post... first time on my blog. Can I edit these as I go? Can I delete, can I scream in horror and remove them from eyes of beholders? This will be an adventure.

This will be an adventure of the life on the Krazy B Ranch. Note that's "krazy" with a CAPITAL K! It suits us.

I'm nuts, hubby is certifiable... and the kiddo is afflicted by pre-teen hormones. That qualifies her to fit in with the krazy bunch lol. Parents? Wow... each by their own merit qualify in one way or another.

AND MY FRIENDS!!!!! Ya gotta love 'em. They are nearly as warped as moi! :-)

That's a start.... better get back to work.