Cowboy's in tight jeans, spurs and chaps... oh my

Great weekend!!! I attended the 2011 Road to the Horse... Chris Cox won. Here he is riding one of his horses on his ranch in Texas. The man has natural balance and a gift for gentling a colt. Google Road to the Horse and learn more.

The three horsemen in the arena were wonderful and I learned many things I want to try on my horse but what made me smile all weekend were the cowboys in tight jeans and the older mature cowboys in their fine boots, hats and with that "I don't give a damn" swagger. Now don't get me wrong those young things in big hats and even bigger belt buckles are sugar candy to the eyes but give me a confident cowboy with the story of his life written in the lines on his face and the callous on his hands. Don't get worried, I remembered the wonderful loving cowboy I had at home and only looked but a couple were really fine.... :)

The Child Within

I watched my two youngest grandchildren play yesterday afternoon and wondered why they were riding the toys that are way too small for them. They have bikes and scooters but they nearly always pull these toys out of the garage. I guess that feeling to have things the way they were starts when you're still young.

Here's a good lesson

Don't get too close to a horse's heels. Poor Lexie. Takara the part Clydesdale at the barn kicked her. Knocked her out. She was lucky not to lose an eye.

If I could wish for one talent

I would wish for the ability to paint horses like I see them. They are truly beautiful creatures and you can see their spirit in their eyes. A horse's eyes tell you their story. If they have been abused you will see pain and distrust but if they have been cherished their eyes will give you a chance to see the pastures of heaven. I love my dogs but I've always admired my horses.

Does it hurt to have a temperature

Some of y'all might not remember the commercial with the little boy that said that but I always do when I'm sick. Yes, I have the crud... drowning in snot... how do you like that image. hehehhee
Wanted to doing some writing today but it's hard to type when you're coughing and sneezing and feeling like crap... can anyone tell me where that came from... how do you know what crap feels like??
I've got to get better before Friday... Road of the Horse in Murfreesboro TN http://www.roadtothehorse.com/event.html

Are you part of the herd or a rouge?

Do you feel like you're a dull, blend-in type person? That people don't see you because you're invisible? Do you stay close to the herd were you feel protected?
I say... Break free
Kick up your heels and run!
Jump the things that would hold you back and feel the wind in your face.
There is nothing wrong with staying with the herd as long as you know in your heart that if you wanted to break free you could.
I'm the dot on the horizon, running against the wind. I'm the pounding hooves and flying mane that is out of focus to the human eye.
I race myself for the pure pleasure of knowing I can do better and when I slow to a walk, I return to the herd knowing it will only be a matter of time before the spirit calls my name again and I will answer it without hesitation.

Friends

I just don't understand why some people avoid making friends. Friends are your chosen family. Friends, in most cases, know more about you than you children, mother, and yes even husband. A true friend excepts you as you are and never tries to change you. As the song goes,

Winter, spring , summer, or fall,
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah.
You've got a friend.

That sort of says it all, don't you think?
Thanks for being my friend.