New Baby

My neighbor came by today and said his mare finally had her baby. He is a beautiful baby. Same color as his mama. There is nothing cuter than a new born foal. (Unless it is a kitten) (or a puppy). Well, lets say I just love baby animals.

A Bad Day

When I look at the kind of day I had on Wednesday, I wonder if life ever gets any easier. Ever. The old saying of Murphy's Law comes to mind. "If anything can go worng, it will go wrong. In triplicate." Lee went to the doctor, on the way home his Ford truck caught on fire, he pulled into a bank parking lot and had to run into the bank to ask for a fire extengusier, then I had to go get him. We left the FORD there, came home, and he took off in the Scout to go to xray place to get dye shot up his veins to get special xrays to find out what is wrong with him. The doctor doesn't think its another hernia like Lee had thought. (Will get results on Monday) then while I went to work, he took another carberator to Ford and got it running, which he did. Then when I got home we whent down about midnight and he was able to drive the Ford home with me following in the Dakota.
To top all this off, last night I turned the Swamp Cooler off as it was starting to cool down and we both laid down to take a nap before Lee had to go to work. I got up at 10:00 pm as dogs wanted out. Sat down in my recliner and my back and but got all wet. Yuck! Must of been some cat threw up in chair. I went and changed then went to clean up chair. Only it looked and smelled like water. Then a drop hit me on the head. The ceiling was leaking. Right around where the fan and ceiling light is. I woke up Lee and he went up on the roof (mind you it is dark) and drained the cooler. He said it had to be leaking down into the ceiling. It was still dripping a slow drip this morning. So can't use cooler today, and he was to tired this morning to do anything to it. Said it might be best to see if it will dry out completely this weekend and when he can he will look it over and check in the atic crawl space.
Doesn't this *(&^^^$# stuff ever quite???????????????????????

Don't know who wrote the GREAT TRUTHS but boy are they the TRUTH

Great Truths About Growing Old
1) Growing up is mandatory; growing old is optional. - I like this.2) Forget the health food. I need all the preservatives I can get.3) When you fall down, you wonder what else you can do while you're down there.4) You're getting old when you get the same sensation from a rocking chair that you once got from a roller coaster. Yes! I am not old yet!
5) It's frustrating when you know all the answers but nobody bothers to ask you the questions.6) Time may be a great healer, but it's a lousy beautician.7) Wisdom comes with age, but sometimes age comes alone. THE FOUR STAGES OF LIFE: 1) You believe in Santa Claus.2) You don't believe in Santa Claus.3) You are Santa Claus.4) You look like Santa Claus. SUCCESS: At age 4 success is . . . not peeing in your pants.At age 12 success is . . . having friends.At age 16 success is . . . having a driver's license.At age 35 success is . . . having money.At age 50 success is . . . having money.At age 70 success is . having a driver's license.At age 75 success is . . . having friends.At age 80 success is . . . not peeing in your pants. Pass this on to someone who could use a laugh.Always remember to forget the troubles that pass your way; BUT NEVER forget the blessings that come each day. Have a wonderful day with many *smiles!* Take the time to live!!!Life is too short.

Great Truths Adults Have learned
Raising teenagers is like nailing Jell-O to a tree.2) Wrinkles don't hurt.3) Families are like fudge...mostly sweet, with a few nuts.4) Today's mighty oak is just yesterday's nut that held its ground.5) Laughing is good exercise. It's like jogging on the inside.6) Middle age is when you choose your cereal for the fiber, not the toy.

Subject: Great Truths
Philosophy GREAT TRUTHS THAT LITTLE CHILDREN HAVE LEARNED: 1) No matter how hard you try, you can't baptize cats.2) When your Mom is mad at your Dad, don't let her brush your hair.3) If your sister hits you, don't hit her back. They always catch the second person.4) Never ask your 3-year old brother to hold a tomato.5) You can't trust dogs to watch your food.6) Don't sneeze when someone is cutting your hair.7) Never hold a Dust-Buster and a cat at the same time.8) You can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk.9) Don't wear polka-dot underwear under white shorts.10) The best place to be when you're sad is Grandpa's lap.

plastic bags

I have been working with BlackJack, my black Morgan gelding with plastic bags and plastic tarps. Jack was about 10 years old when I got him, and sometime during those 10 years something happened that made him terrified of plastic bags. I have to admit that most horses are afraid of blowing, rattling, bags and anything that is similar to them. But Jack has had a really bad case of the plastic bag terrors.
I have never had this problem with my two mares, Nita and Star. They are convinced that carrots grow in plastic bags. They have no problem walking across a piece of plastic or a tarp. But Jack sure does. And when you live in a country as windy as this one where plastic bags are let loose by everyone that is to lazy to put them in a good trash can, - well - you can see my problem. There is always someone's trash blowing through my yard and anytime I try to ride in the area there is trash that suddenly jumps out at a horse and rider.
So I have spent hours working with Jack to try and teach him that plastic bags are really his friends. A few days ago he finally relented and let me lead him across an old sheet of plastic that was streahed out on the ground.
Yesterday I was finally able to rub him with a scrunched up plastic bag held in my hand. It was a real milestone. At least to my way of thinking. I'm sure Jack didn't think so. He didn't relax while I was doing it as Star and Nita do. But at least he didn't try to get away from me. He did let me rub him with the bag. I was so proud of him.

One of my neighbors has aquired a rooster that crows every day, all day, every night, all night.
I thought roosters were only supposed to crows at sunrise.
Don't they ever sleep.

It was Winter, then it was Spring for a few days, then it jumped into Summer.
Then we fell back into Fall, went to Summer again, and today fells like a nother day of Spring.
Guess Mother Nature can't make up her mind what season it is.

Two Mare, One Pen

I thought that after almost two years the mare were starting to get along a lot better with each other. But, alas, they got into a kicking match with each other agan. And, of course, poor Nita lost. It doesn't matter that she managed to make Star back off from her. Star had already got in a couple of good licks and that is all it took. Star didn't have a mark on her, but Nita had cuts over the back of both hocks. At first I figured that was all the damage there was. I washed the off with the water hose, one on the right being just a scrape while the one on the left hock was more of a cut. Then I put on some tinure of 10% Iodine, and a good dollop of Ferazone on each cut. Ok - nothing to worry about. By evening Nita's right fetlock had swollen to twice it's normal size. YUCK What now. Was it just a bruse or could it be a lot more serious. I hated to think it might even be a cracked bone. I stood her and ran the water hose on it for a bout a half hour. Did that several time over the next day. And refused to let her out of her small pen. She really hated that. I consulted on the phone with me vet, who was very busy, and suggested Bute for the inflamation. I consulted with my son who workes at a big breeding - he said the same thing.
Any way the swelling did go down - thank goodness, and she is doing much better. She wants to run and play now but I keep telling her she need to keep it low-keyed for a day or so longer.

Flies

Well the flies are finally hatching. Much as I wish they wouldn't, as well as the knats, no-see-ems, and all the other nasty little flying insects. I am back to wearing my favorite purfume -
Ode de Equine Fly Spray. It never fails but which ever direction you spray that stuff the winds shifts and more goes on me than the horse.

Easter!!

May you have Egg-zatly the kind of easter day you want. Make sure it is a good one.
Happy Easter one and all.

Spring!

Its spring - or at least it is for today. Here in the desert we only have a bout a week of spring and then it jumps right into summer. Trees are blooming, horses are shedding. So we have flower blossom petals and horse hair blowing in the wind. What a combination. He is a pic of some of the redbud tree blossoms. I adore flowers, and leaves on trees. I admire and marvel over each and every leaf, petal, stamen, and the unique colors that are so brilliant against the desert tan, and dirt colors. Each one is special.

I am going to go stark raving mad if the wind doesn't quite blowing and we don't get some rain. We have had another week of blowing sand. Not good for my eyes or horses. It's already in the 70's. And no rain. no rain no rain.

So I take it I am the only bullriding fan that writes or reads blogs. That is shameful. Ladies you don't know what your missing. Cowboys in Stetsons, western shirts, tight jeans, as well as chaps and boots. There ain't nothing looks any better. And there are so many of them. 45 to be exact. Or at least 45 riders in the Professional Bull Riding events. There are hundreds, maybe even thousands in the Pro Rodeo events, the small time local rodeos, the high school and college events. There's a group of cowboys to fit every age. I even found a rodeo for seniors the other day on TV channel RFD (that's where I watch the highschool rodeos) That was really something to see good looking older guys (50 and up) out there ropin' calves and steers, ridin' broncs, and ridin' bulls. There was a couple of ropers that were in their 70's. Way to go.
But back to the PBR. Those guys have to be at least 18 and have made their way up through the smaller rodeos and events. The oldest rider is 36. So none of them are what you call old, but their all good lookin'. You can't say these guys aren't fit. As far as fitness goes, I think that (my opinion) cowboys are probably a lot more fit and althletic than guys in any other sport.

Another PBR event will be shown on TV channel OLN this weekend.

Bull Riding

I wanted to go to the Ty Murry Invatational Bull Riding Event that was in Albuquerque this weekend, but couldn't find anyone to go with me. And I do hate to go to things by myself. Why am I the only one that likes to do the things I like. Anyway, I was able to watch it on TV as I do every weekend. It wasn't as good as some I've seen, but then all bull riding events and rodios are better than all those boring ball games. If you don't know about the bull riding (or even if you do and want to know more) go to www.pbrnow.com to find out all about professional bull riding. Go to an event in your area, or better yet start watching it every Saturday and Sunday evening on OLN TV (outdoor life network). Channel 379 on Direct TV. You won't be disappointed. As they say "It's the roughest sport on dirt."