Thursday, April 22, 2010

An at home bento....

I haven't been posting much lately.  My new camera is broken, and my "old" camera has somehow pissed off my laptop to the point they will no longer communicate with one another.  So I had to convince my desktop computer I needed to upload some pictures.  One of them happened to be this "at home" bento we made the other day.  Somehow, we have completely lost our nice stainless steel pico lunchbots boxes.  I am sure they will be found someday (under a seat in the car, maybe?)

Rose put all the grapes on their picks and had a great time doing it.  She had strawberries, bananas, peppers, a piece of turkey, cornflakes, and grapes displayed in a big piece of tupperware until I can find some more bento gear to replace my temporarily misplaced lunchbots.




In other news:
The work has started on our new house in Berthoud, though it doesn't look like we will actually get to move in until July. 

Rose's very first horse show is May 2nd. She will be riding Daisy in the leadline class.  Stay posted to hear how that goes!

The first horse show of the year was the Rocky Mountain Paint Horse Association Paint - O - Rama in Denver.  I took my mare, Miss Bonita Dry, at the last minute.  Braden had the day off and we didn't have plans, so I figured I shouldn't pass up the opportunity which is a good thing because now I will be missing the Memorial Day show to attend a wedding.  I have never shown Bonita but she warmed up nicely and was unconcerned with the atmosphere.  For those of you who aren't horse folks I show my horses in an event called reining.  It is basically work you would do with a cow, but without the cow.  You are judged based on your horses talent to do the manuvers, but even moreso on the obedience of the horse to your cues. In the novice amateur class, I placed 6th out of 6th.  Obedience went out the window when Bonita kicked out at my leg twice and took the incorrect lead starting in a cicle. Really? She is 13 and has done this plenty. It was not a pretty moment and I was so shocked instead of flying change (changing in motion) I completely stopped and started again.  Like the judges didn't notice THAT.  I usually run the novice amateur class very reserved, because I have a good chance at winning it so I just take it easy and do the pattern nice and corect and don't try to get any "bonus" points. On this day, I saw I had some competition so I decided to run the pattern really hard and ask alot of my horse and it, obviously, did not work out. In the amateur class, I usually have less of a chance of placing well, so I usually go out there and run it really hard.  I changed my plan after the results of the previous class. I took off my spurs.  I didn't ask her to run as fast, spin as fast, or stop as hard. And you know what? We won.  Out of 10 entries, of at least a few who were World Show competitors in the recent past and most whose horses were plucked directly out of their stall at the trainers barn and brought to the show.  Not out of their owners backyard, out of shape, still hairy from winter, and ridden sporadically.  Needless to say, I was very happy with our run, we earned 9 APHA points which puts us 1 point away from Register of Merit I am hoping we can earn that at the next show in June.

I would post pictures, but unforunately my scanner does not want to talk to my computer either, so when they work out their difference we'll get them up.

Monday, April 12, 2010

Spring is here.....

And in my world that means one thing.  Horse sex. And lots of it. You think breeding horses is easy? Think again.  I have come to the conclusion that we humans have done a fabulous job interfering with nature.  We have stallions that have erectile dysfunction and mares who can't figure out if they want to be bred or not.  It makes for interesting adventures trying to convince two creatures under not so natural circumstances that they should in fact copulate when and where we tell them.  Mr. Handsome pictured above decided last year to take out his frustrations of human interference on his ladies, or at least I can only assume that was the issue.  So now he is outfitted with a muzzle I call his Hannibal mask so he cannot ravage the girls with his teeth.  This frustrates him even further.  The books will tell you a stallion is ready to breed anytime, anyplace. Not when a muzzle has been applied, or when your supper is burning is the oven or you have to leave for the pediatrician in 15 minutes, 10 minutes, 5 minutes...JUST DO IT ALREADY. 

Here is to a successful breeding season to all of my friends in the business and to a nice spring consisting of just regular old birds that chirp and bees that buzz for the rest of you.