Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
Well it has been forever since I have blogged about anything! I have been a little busy with pregnancy, which was very hard this time. In September I was put on a 3 week bed rest due to baby wanting to come too early. I was due November 1st so that put it way to early. I was then released from bed rest. I did allot of walking around. Went to the fabulous Art in the Park here in Artesia and walked forever. I would of thought I would of had her then. No! That was on October 17th. The weekend came, no baby. Monday at 2 am thought it was time. False alarm!! :( So Monday went to several shops but felt really bad. Monday at 7 pm decided it was time. And it was!!!! OMG!!!! Thought I was gonna die. Got to hospital, took them over an hour to get the pain meds!!!! But finally I did and it was all much better from then on!!! Stella arrived on October 20th at 1:03 am!!!! Her name was decided if she was born on an even name her name would be Stella, odd day Emma. Well, it came very close to Emma as you can see!! I was rooting for Stella!! Yeah. Stella is an old name from the family.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
This picture just taken a couple of days ago.
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
Excuse the tummy! I'm really starting to show!!!!
Here is Frida's favorite place to be!!! She is so crazy! So is Boss with his bunny ears.
If you havent heard of Scentsy Candles check it out cause they are really neat, especially if you like candles and wonderful smells. I love them and have two and I will probably get more! :)
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
I made her cake. It was easy but had so much icing!!! yum!
Roany is now turning Roan! This time every year he sheds out like a strawberry roan but then by summer he will be liver chestnut color! A horse of many colors!
Well this would be my new prospect horse that we are looking to join our family. He is a Cremello. Double diluted genes! He is so pretty and an awesome roping horse. I have seen him in action at several round ups and he is just a great all-around horse. Kids can ride him as well. I think he will be a good addition. I will keep you posted if I end up with him.
This is my hubby's motorcycle that he is selling for.........a Harley Davidson of course! That's why I'm getting a new horse. Its called bribery!!! Ha
Well not too much going on in the Southeastern Desert. Spring is here and so is the 70 mph wind. I just hate it. Should be over soon I hope. I guess I would rather have this than snow or something.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
There was movement at the station, for the word had passed around That the colt from old Regret had got away,And had joined the wild bush horses — he was worth a thousand pound,So all the cracks had gathered to the fray.All the tried and noted riders from the stations near and far Had mustered at the homestead overnight,For the bushmen love hard riding where the wild bush horses are,And the stock-horse snuffs the battle with delight.
There was Harrison, who made his pile when Pardon won the cup,The old man with his hair as white as snow;But few could ride beside him when his blood was fairly up He would go wherever horse and man could go.And Clancy of the Overflow came down to lend a hand,No better horseman ever held the reins;For never horse could throw him while the saddle-girths would stand He learnt to ride while droving on the plains.
And one was there, a stripling on a small and weedy beast;He was something like a racehorse undersized,With a touch of Timor pony—three parts thoroughbred at least And such as are by mountain horsemen prized.He was hard and tough and wiry—just the sort that won't say die There was courage in his quick impatient tread;And he bore the badge of gameness in his bright and fiery eye,And the proud and lofty carriage of his head.
But still so slight and weedy, one would doubt his power to stay,And the old man said, "That horse will never do For a long and tiring gallop—lad, you'd better stop away,Those hills are far too rough for such as you."So he waited, sad and wistful—only Clancy stood his friend"I think we ought to let him come," he said;"I warrant he'll be with us when he's wanted at the end,For both his horse and he are mountain bred.
"He hails from Snowy River, up by Kosciusko's side,Where the hills are twice as steep and twice as rough;Where a horse's hoofs strike firelight from the flint stones every stride,The man that holds his own is good enough.And the Snowy River riders on the mountains make their home,Where the river runs those giant hills between;I have seen full many horsemen since I first commenced to roam,But nowhere yet such horsemen have I seen."
So he went; they found the horses by the big mimosa clump,They raced away towards the mountain's brow,And the old man gave his orders, "Boys, go at them from the jump,No use to try for fancy riding now.And, Clancy, you must wheel them, try and wheel them to the right.Ride boldly, lad, and never fear the spills,For never yet was rider that could keep the mob in sight,If once they gain the shelter of those hills."
So Clancy rode to wheel them—he was racing on the wing Where the best and boldest riders take their place,And he raced his stock-horse past them, and he made the ranges ring With the stockwhip, as he met them face to face.Then they halted for a moment, while he swung the dreaded lash,But they saw their well-loved mountain full in view,And they charged beneath the stockwhip with a sharp and sudden dash,And off into the mountain scrub they flew.
Then fast the horsemen followed, where the gorges deep and black Resounded to the thunder of their tread,And the stockwhips woke the echoes, and they fiercely answered back From cliffs and crags that beetled overhead.And upward, ever upward, the wild horses held their way,Where mountain ash and kurrajong grew wide;And the old man muttered fiercely, "We may bid the mob good day, no man can hold them down the other side."
When they reached the mountain's summit, even Clancy took a pull It well might make the boldest hold their breath;The wild hop scrub grew thickly, and the hidden ground was full Of wombat holes, and any slip was death.But the man from Snowy River let the pony have his head,And he swung his stockwhip round and gave a cheer,And he raced him down the mountain like a torrent down its bed,While the others stood and watched in very fear.
He sent the flint-stones flying, but the pony kept his feet,He cleared the fallen timber in his stride,And the man from Snowy River never shifted in his seat It was grand to see that mountain horseman ride.Through the stringy barks and saplings, on the rough and broken ground,Down the hillside at a racing pace he went;And he never drew the bridle till he landed safe and sound,At the bottom of that terrible descent.
He was right among the horses as they climbed the farther hill,And the watchers on the mountain, standing mute,Saw him ply the stockwhip fiercely; he was right among them still,As he raced across the clearing in pursuit.They lost him for a moment, where two mountain gullies met In the ranges—but a final glimpse reveals On a dim and distant hillside the wild horses racing yet,With the man from Snowy River at their heels.
And he ran them single-handed till their sides were white with foam;He followed like a bloodhound on their track,Till they halted cowed and beaten; then he turned their heads for home,And alone and unassisted brought them back.But his hardy mountain pony he could scarcely raise a trot,He was blood from hip to shoulder from the spur;But his pluck was still undaunted, and his courage fiery hot,For never yet was mountain horse a cur.
And down by Kosciusko, where the pine-clad ridges raise Their torn and rugged battlements on high,Where the air is clear as crystal, and the white stars fairly blaze At midnight in the cold and frosty sky,And where around the Overflow the reed-beds sweep and sway To the breezes, and the rolling plains are wide,The Man from Snowy River is a household word today,And the stockmen tell the story of his ride.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
I talked to a friend just the other day
who’s got lots of opinions and plenty to say.
We discussed what we both like to see in a horse
His requirements and mine were different of course…
He likes a clean throatlatch and a long skinny neck,
and prefers that their hocks are set close to the deck.
Short backs and hard feet and clean slopin’ shoulder,
and a gaskin that looks like it swallered a boulder.
He likes a short face and a big ol’soft eye,
and says these are the horses he’s likely to buy.
And when he’d completed his lengthy discourse,
on all of the attributes of the quality horse.
He asked my opinion, and where do I start?
And I said that I….just want horses with heart.
I said I want heart above all the other.
I don’t care if he’s Smart Little Lena’s full brother.
Or just how much money that his grandmother won,
or whether he’s roan, palomino or dun.
But give me a horse with some grit and some try,
and some heart and some guts and that’s one that I’ll buy.
And I’ve found it’s the same with a woman or man….
the good ones won’t quit you when the shit hits the fan
by Monte Baker
Sunday, March 8, 2009
Oh and I found out that I am having another baby.....so......I wont be riding too much! :( I havent been posting due to me being so sick!!!! I wasnt sick with my first one but man this one I have felt horrible! I hope it passes soon! :)
Sunday, March 1, 2009
This has to be one of my favorite movies of all time!!!! I love his grey horse (dapple gray) in this flim. I dream of a horse like this for me one day!!!! I have been on the couch this weekend so I have been watching allot of TV. Pale Rider came on tonight. I loved again and again.