Stationery card
12 years ago
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Taters Playday
As many of you know, my animals are my kids. So Tater, my youngest son, had a playday the other day. Ok so it was last month, but anyways, it was a lot of fun watching him run around (and he runs so silly) and play with Leila. He was a little rough at times, but she put him in his place. Enjoy some of the pictures!
Monday, July 7, 2008
My Favorite Poem...Author Unknown
A Gelding Owned By A Girl
She's begun dating a cowboy, so he joins us on our rides. And she says she'll be on my back when they play "Here Comes the Bride."
Her new guy's horse is a Leo Bar, a muscled speedy thing. But I lead the way on every trail, he knows that I am king.
At first glance he had his doubts, about ribbons and a tail in curl, but now he realizes who I am, A gelding owned by a girl.
They ought to have a special prize for horses cursed in this way. The whims that we put up with, the games they like to play.
We live our loyal lives alongside these girls who are our own. From lead lines and kiddie gymkhana, to barrel racing when they're grown.
But there's one thing about a girl that makes it all worthwhile, it's the fact that she'll always think you're grand, and that you have real style.
How did I end up as CEO? I never expected to become, such an important thing as this, the place where I was from.
An auction over six years ago, and a girl looking through the rail, saved me from a
packing plant, and braided these ribbons in my tail.
She had no idea where I came from, imagines I was a champion stud, still thinks I am from time to time, even when I'm covered in mud.
That's how I can put up with the giggles, and allow myself to bow so low, as to nicker when she brings me carrots, and to put up with what she doesn't know.
Next thing there'll be a young' un, moist-reared and pudgy-cheeked, and the old saddle will be stained, by the water they invariably leak.
So laugh if you like at this old nag, go ahead and stare, I'm a gelding owned by a girl, and I've learned not to care.
You try putting up with the doo-dads, take her ineptness if you can, but it would kill any cow pony. who has ever been owned by a man.
Yes I'm a part of a special breed, but I put up with a pearl, and the truth is I kinda like being a gelding owned by a girl.
She's begun dating a cowboy, so he joins us on our rides. And she says she'll be on my back when they play "Here Comes the Bride."
Her new guy's horse is a Leo Bar, a muscled speedy thing. But I lead the way on every trail, he knows that I am king.
At first glance he had his doubts, about ribbons and a tail in curl, but now he realizes who I am, A gelding owned by a girl.
They ought to have a special prize for horses cursed in this way. The whims that we put up with, the games they like to play.
We live our loyal lives alongside these girls who are our own. From lead lines and kiddie gymkhana, to barrel racing when they're grown.
But there's one thing about a girl that makes it all worthwhile, it's the fact that she'll always think you're grand, and that you have real style.
How did I end up as CEO? I never expected to become, such an important thing as this, the place where I was from.
An auction over six years ago, and a girl looking through the rail, saved me from a
packing plant, and braided these ribbons in my tail.
She had no idea where I came from, imagines I was a champion stud, still thinks I am from time to time, even when I'm covered in mud.
That's how I can put up with the giggles, and allow myself to bow so low, as to nicker when she brings me carrots, and to put up with what she doesn't know.
Next thing there'll be a young' un, moist-reared and pudgy-cheeked, and the old saddle will be stained, by the water they invariably leak.
So laugh if you like at this old nag, go ahead and stare, I'm a gelding owned by a girl, and I've learned not to care.
You try putting up with the doo-dads, take her ineptness if you can, but it would kill any cow pony. who has ever been owned by a man.
Yes I'm a part of a special breed, but I put up with a pearl, and the truth is I kinda like being a gelding owned by a girl.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Throwing 7!!!!!!!
So it's slightly late because I just start blogging, but I would like to give a big fat congratulations to Throwing 7 for their amazing performance at the Ventura Warped Tour!!!!!!!!!! It was a fun-filled day and an experience I will never forget!!!!!
{and for those of you wondering....I'm not a groupie, my cousin is the singer:)}
Welcome Popcorn!!!!!!
I have added a new member to my family! His name is Popcorn:) He is 6 years old and just as sweet as pie!!!!!! I call him my love bug. He is my barrel racing prospect (meaning he hasn't been started on the barrel pattern yet) and I think he's going to be pretty spectacular. He is smart, has great stamina, great speed, and most importantly a great personality! I will definately keep you updated on his progress. I am so excited about this little guy!!!!!!
I prefer to call it "Leaping" on the bandwagon
A few of my friends have tried it, so I thought I would too. This is my first time blogging and I am finding it extremely difficult, especially when the phone wont stop ringing....you would think I was at work or something!!!! Anyhow, I do have somethings in mind to write, but I would like to figure out how to make my blog spot pretty, and how to load pictures. Any advice would be fabulous!
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