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Building Fences
tag:www.barnmice.com,2012-02-20:1773158:BlogPost:581036
2012-02-20T23:26:28.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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<p>I just heard that women over a certain age (not saying how old) tend to settle for where they are in life.</p>
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<li>Settle for companionship instead of love</li>
<li>Settle for the same horse when you are ready for more experience</li>
<li>Settle for the same riding instructor when you know you need and want more</li>
<li>Settle for old dreams instead of new ones.</li>
<li>Stay in bed a little longer than you know you should.</li>
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<br></br> And the list goes on and on. Sometimes we…
<p>I just heard that women over a certain age (not saying how old) tend to settle for where they are in life.</p>
<ul>
<li>Settle for companionship instead of love</li>
<li>Settle for the same horse when you are ready for more experience</li>
<li>Settle for the same riding instructor when you know you need and want more</li>
<li>Settle for old dreams instead of new ones.</li>
<li>Stay in bed a little longer than you know you should.</li>
</ul>
<br/> And the list goes on and on. Sometimes we settle because it is what society tells us is the way life is. Like, cowgirls can not find love after a certain age, while all the time, I see older cowboys that are alone as well.<p>I have to ask, why we listen.</p>
<p>Ask yourself these questions:</p>
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<li>Have you been told your horse is just fine, when you have been wanting a new one?</li>
<li>Have you settle for a job that no longer challenge you?</li>
<li>Are you lonely?</li>
<li>Are you flat-lining you life with no new inspirations?</li>
</ul>
<br/> Don't listen to anyone, not even me. Just make sure you listen to your own heart.<p>But most of all NEVER, NEVER give up. NEVER stop</p>
<p>Just keep saddling that horse, and ride your life with everything you have left within you.</p>
<p><em><strong>Ride, Ride, Ride</strong></em></p>
<p>Always remember to Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.</p>
<p><em>Just start <strong>WHINNNNNNING our loud as possible and start a list of your very own!<br/></strong></em></p>
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Santa stole my Christmas horse
tag:www.barnmice.com,2011-11-26:1773158:BlogPost:556835
2011-11-26T14:31:18.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><em><strong>NEWS FLASH::</strong></em></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"> </span></span><em><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Santa takes the World Champion horse show </span></strong></span></em></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">(C) by Roberta Edstrom…</span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><em><strong>NEWS FLASH::</strong></em></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"> </span></span><em><span style="color: #ff0000;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Santa takes the World Champion horse show </span></strong></span></em></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">(C) by Roberta Edstrom</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">In the moonlight on this perfect Christmas morn<br/>But a step in the frozen snow should I take,<br/>when to ears I hear my horse morning nickers<br/>Still dark so the outline of the barn I can hardly make<br/><br/>I know my eyes weren't deceive'n<br/>I notice the barn door slightly a jar<br/>Who and the heck</span>, <span style="font-size: small;">whos been so stupid</span><br/>...................<span style="font-size: medium;">.</span><em><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">My </span></strong></em> <span style="font-size: medium;"><strong><em>horses just must be a freezin'</em></strong></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: small;">I gabbed the barn door<br/>still as mad as a thorny old thistle<br/>There in the moonlight of the upcoming day<br/>What the heck, what is this I see?</span> <br/><span style="font-size: medium;"><em><strong>For Christmas, did my wife buy me a fancy new sleigh?</strong></em></span><br/><span style="font-size: small;"><br/>When out of nowhere, something I did hear<br/>Wait a minute, low sounds come to my ear<br/>To my horses a man was softly a talkin'<br/>Was that the horns of a reindeer?<br/><br/>The stallion, his ears forward and being so alert<br/>Looked just like he know what the old man had to say<br/>As I grabbed for a pitch fork, "Hey, you there"</span><br/><span style="font-size: medium;"><em><strong>"You better get away from my big dark Bay"</strong></em></span><br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: small;">Tressspassin'? Deadly offense<br/>"What the hell do you think you're a doin'?" <br/>"Who gave you permission?"<br/>Stop right there, mister, you better not be a movin'<br/><br/>Just who might you be anyway?<br/>A red suit, don't Santa you make<br/>"Did you bring that animal here just to eat,</span><br/>.................................<span style="font-size: medium;"><em><strong>while we're all in the house mostly asleep?"</strong></em><br/></span><br/><span style="font-size: small;">That weird looking animal eatin' all my darn hay<br/>By gosh, even Santa would know it cost half my pay<br/>you better darn well replace it </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: large;"><em><strong>...........<span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="color: #000000;">....</span>on here, this Christmas day!</span></strong></em></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: small;">Quick could be, he turned around and looked right at me<br/>Even half asleep, I knew him right away<br/>It surely looked like Santa<br/>can you believe this, him!</span>......<span style="font-size: medium;"><em><strong>Santa makin' off with my hay!</strong></em></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: small;">He looked me right in the eye<br/>and in a loud voice, "I ain't stealin that hay!"<br/><span style="font-size: medium;"><em><strong>Louder he told "Listen up here young Cowboy"!</strong></em></span><br/>I really got to borrow that big dark bay</span><br/><span style="font-size: small;"><br/>My reindeer, Rudy, ya know<br/>He complainin', says it's just too harsh n'cold<br/>to fly anymore in this year's heaviest snow<br/>And now, that damn old fool, well, he just refuses to go<br/><br/>I got presents to deliver, moments are passin'!<br/>Children sent thousands of letters<br/>Make it clear now Cowboy, I have to get goin'</span><br/><span style="font-size: small;"><em><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">I ain't standing here listen to your mouth me a' trashin"</span></strong></em></span><span style="font-size: medium;"><br/></span><span style="font-size: small;"><br/>That stud of yours,<br/>Man, he looks to be mighty fine<br/>If we sprinkle him with some flying dust<br/>Then we could hock him to that sled of mine!<br/><br/>I though to myself<br/>This old man has to be half nuts<br/>If he only knew, I still walk with a limp</span><br/><span style="font-size: medium;"><em><strong>When that old stud kicked my leg as he aimed for me butt!</strong></em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><br/>My shoulder sure been a hurtin'<br/>since he me toppled me over just to get in<br/>He bits me nearly every damn day<br/>As I givin him a flake of .......</span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><em><strong>expensive alfalfa hay</strong></em></span><br/><br/>He has stomped on my foot<br/>I've been told the farrier won't ever come back<br/>If it wasn't for his champion filly's<br/>I would never cut that bay any slack<br/><br/>It takes me near an hour<br/>to get him all saddled and tacked<br/>And then it's a darn fight<br/>till the moment we get back<br/><br/>Like most of us men<br/>He's got no concentration<br/>Snortin and Buckin all the darn time</span><span style="font-size: small;"><br/><span style="font-size: medium;"><em><strong>Just tryin to get any filly's attention</strong></em></span><br/><br/>Well now, I got me a lot of other fine quality colts<br/>So I started to wonder if this old man<br/>what kind of trade for that dark old bay<br/>Don't think I would much miss that stubborn old goat<br/><br/>Ready to deal, I stared down that old Santa<br/>and asked "So just what are you thinkin?"<br/>By the way, What good is a reindeer<br/><span style="color: #ff0000;"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><em><strong> "Does that red nose ever stop blinkin'?</strong></em></span></span><br/><br/>My old stud, I said" A class act, a world champion stallion<br/>For Santa wouldn't look at anything less<br/>Seemed pretty strange, even bugged me a little<br/>For that old stallion was really quite a pitiful mess<br/><br/>I giggled as he threw in elves toppin' off the bargin<br/>One year of no chores for me and the wife<br/>A little cash n' he'd leave me all those Christmas presents<span style="font-size: medium;"><br/><em><strong>I thought I just made the greatest deal of my life</strong></em></span> <br/><br/>Well, will you just look at that darn horse of mine<br/>Santa was quite the horseman<br/>With a whisper and a wink of an eye,<br/>that dark bay harnessed in no time!<br/><br/>In his bright red suit, he tossed up magical dust,<br/><span style="font-size: medium;"><em><strong>just like that, all four feet started flyin</strong></em></span><br/>That old man, smartly cracked that long whip<br/> Oh my God, could this truly be the real St. Nick<br/><br/>Rudy and me just stood there stupidly lookin'<br/>Wow, my old stallion flying and pulling that sleigh<br/>I was a proud as could be,<br/>That old dark bay was finally good fo somethin'<br/><br/>I remember it so, as being such a great Christmas<br/>The elves, all my barn chores now their a doin'<br/>For me, can you imagine,<br/><span style="font-size: medium;"><em><strong>For a year, no poop would I be a movin'</strong></em></span> <br/><br/>My cowgirl she too is mighty happy too<br/>For ever since last Christmas<br/>Not much has either one of us been doin'<br/>but together, we here in the house sittin' just a chillin'<br/><br/>Months passed, summer came and gone<br/>Fall 's around the corner, but what I want, real real bad<br/>Takin' a horse to that world championship show<br/>Ain't taken that reindeer even if he is all that I had<br/><br/>For now, Rudy, reindeer, all I have to ride<br/>and By God, make note, he is so damn slow<br/>most of the time, he just refuses to go<br/>and be fully aware, <em><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">reindeer ain't got no power sterrin</span>'</strong></em> <br/><br/>Lately, I been gettin' kind of lazy and fat<br/>Mornin' paper, every day I now get to see<br/>While the elves do all my ranchin' for me<br/><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><em><strong>Wait one darn minute, This truly can't be</strong></em></span></span> <br/><br/>What to my wonderin' eyes do I see<br/>Blue ribbion on haning side of a red truck on a stick</span><span style="font-size: small;"> </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">Please, don't tell me after just one year,<br/>this surly really can't be my old bay and Mr. St Nick<br/><br/>There in the headlines, the story be told<br/>"Tired reindeer my AS_! " How could this be<br/>A reindeer, cheap gifts, elves, my priceless stud had been sold<br/>How Santa just made a complete fool out of me<br/><br/>That red suited old man,<br/>On my favorite old stud did he ride<br/>Wouldn't you know<br/>They completely won the entire <br/>...........................................<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><em><strong>World Championship show!!</strong></em></span></span> <br/></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;">What else can I say, but</span></p>
<p><span style="color: #ff0000;">....................................................................................<em><strong>...<span style="font-size: x-large;">GO, SANTA , GO</span></strong></em></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: small;">(C) by Roberta Edstrom</span> <br/><span style="font-size: x-large;"><em><strong> </strong></em></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><span style="color: #ff0000;"><em><strong>Happy Holidays~!!</strong></em></span></span></p>
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Harnessed blessings
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-12-04:1773158:BlogPost:309715
2010-12-04T19:46:23.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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<span style="font-size: small;"><img alt="Sleigh Ride, Harnessed Blessings by Roberta Edstrom " height="225" src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/DailyOats/sleigh1.jpg" style="border: 1pt solid; float: right; margin-left: 15px;" title="Sleigh Ride, Harnessed Blessings"></img><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Flying snow from pounding hooves,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Gliding, the sleigh onward moves.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The trees with white wondrous seem,<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The horses snort and blow out steam.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Our hearts are glad with family and friends,…</span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><img style="border: 1pt solid; float: right; margin-left: 15px;" title="Sleigh Ride, Harnessed Blessings" src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/DailyOats/sleigh1.jpg" alt="Sleigh Ride, Harnessed Blessings by Roberta Edstrom " height="225"/><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Flying snow from pounding hooves,</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Gliding, the sleigh onward moves.<br />
</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The trees with white wondrous seem,<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The horses snort and blow out steam.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Our hearts are glad with family and friends,</span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Thinking of the unending blessings God sends.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">We feel His breath in the wintry chill,<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">We're filled with wonder at the charging thrill.<br />
<img style="border: 1pt solid; float: left; margin: 20px;" title="Sleigh Ride, Harnessed Blessings" src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/DailyOats/sleigh2.jpg" alt="Sleigh Ride, Harnessed Blessings by Roberta Edstrom " height="375"/></span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Our hearts are warm as we think on His care,</span> <span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The Father feeding all creatures in the wilderness<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">If the earth winter's wonder can possess,<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">How much more His people will He bless.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">© <span style="font-size: x-small;">roberta marie edstrom</span><br />
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Homeless mustang: true story of her courage
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-11-28:1773158:BlogPost:307796
2010-11-28T00:22:46.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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<p><span style="color: #000080;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;">Captured, ripped from her homeland, and still homeless 3 years later.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000080;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;">Captivating, heart breaking story…</span></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #000080;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;">Captured, ripped from her homeland, and still homeless 3 years later.</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000080;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;">Captivating, heart breaking story</span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000080;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;">based on a True story about a still homeless Mustang filly.</span></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="color: #333399;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;">Dallas Lights:</span> <br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I just love the spring here on the prairie. The sun is shinning longer every day. The warmth of the afternoon starts to warm me to my bones as I spend most of the day doing absolutely nothing. I'm just laying in the sun sleeping or playing with the with the other yearlings.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I love it here. I have a mom that takes such great care of me and this year I got a new baby brother. I love just being silly, eating the fresh spring grass and playing with all my friends. The perfect life just relaxing and enjoying the day. <br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><strong>WAIT!</strong> That's my dad's warning. His feet are starting to pound the ground like thunder. I can hear the anger and now rage coming from his voice.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I try to scramble to my feet but my foot slips and I almost fall. In a flash, without any other warning, dad starts running the entire herd.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">His mane flying wildly as he speeds to the front.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I have never seen him so angry or upset. <img src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/katcustomers/dallas7.jpg" alt="The wild mustang " title="The wild mustang " height="250" style="border: 1pt solid; float: right; margin: 10px;"/><br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Why is he so startled?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><em><strong>What is wrong?</strong></em></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I look for my younger brother and my mom, but I can't see them.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I turn and run with the rest of the herd. We are running faster and faster as everyone starts to realize something is terribly wrong.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">A couple of the other younger boys wheel around to find out what is going on and to help my dad. In seconds they are so startled they just spin back around and take off, passing many of the others in their panicked flight. <br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Suddenly, a loud, strange, whiny noise comes from the distance, one that I haven't heard before. It keeps getting louder and louder. There is something up in the sky. My dad is making the herd more to the west, to keep us out of harms way.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">The object in the sky gets closer to him. The herd starts to panic even more. We start to turn. My dad just can't get them to listen. Everyone starts to turn back.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">My dad is outraged, but not wanting to leave us, he starts to follow.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Taking giants leaps, he gallops across the uneven footing. He is running flat-out trying to get back in front to turn us around once more. But everyone is too scared.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I just don't understand why that thing is chasing us.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">We are at a full run now. I don't know where we are going. <em><strong>I'm so scared.</strong></em></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I keep looking for my mom and my brother, but I can't see them anywhere. We just keep running. We must have run several miles by now. We crossed the river and headed down the valley. I don't know if I can run any further. My lungs seem like they are on fire.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I so confused and I don't know where I am any longer. <br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Where is my Mom? I start to panic. I can see what looks like a blockade up ahead. Where's my mom?</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><strong>Mom! Mom!</strong></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I can't hear her at all. I can't see her. I want my mom. I cry out with all that I have let in me. <br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">My dad circles back around and heads to the back of the herd to see if he can escape, but how there are other horses and more men chasing us and driving us forward.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I want to go home now. I want to go back. Mom! Mom! I scream. Where are you? But I can't hear anything above the noise from the sky.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><strong>I can't see my dad any more either. Dad! Dad!</strong></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">The herd pushes me forward into small boxes. I am packed in the middle with most of the older mares. They keep bumping me from all sides. I am so afraid.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Most of us are still in a panic. It is hard to realize that there are so many of packed into this little area. My legs and muscles just ache. There is just no place to lay down. There is no safe place just to rest. <img src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/katcustomers/dalllas23.jpg" alt="The wild mustang" title="The wild mustang" height="200" style="border: 1pt solid; float: right; margin: 10px;"/><br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><strong>What are they doing with us?</strong></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><strong>What is going to happen now?</strong></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><strong>Why can't we just go home?</strong></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #008080;"><strong>Days pass</strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">The water is so stale and at times, it is almost too hot to drink. The grass they give us is old and hard to chew.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I have been dreaming about some of the fresh prairie grass, fresh and so tasty. I keep thinking about going home and getting a cool drink of fresh water from the edge of the banks of the river. It is always cool and oh so refreshing. <em><strong>Can I go home now?</strong></em></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I whinny out, but no one is answering anymore. <br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><img src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/katcustomers/dallas14.jpg" alt="Horse show photo contest " title="Knot-A-Tail horse show photo contest" height="250" style="border: 1pt solid; margin: 10px;"/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><em><strong>There is just no place to rest that feels safe to me.</strong></em></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">We are all wondering what is going to happen to us next.</span> <span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">One by one they keep taking us away. None of them are coming back.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Where are they taking them all? Will I have to leave and never get to come back. I hang my head wondering what will happen to me. Will I be next?<br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><strong>I just want my mom. I want my family. I want to go home.</strong> <br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">One of the older mares, said that my younger brother didn't make it crossing the river. She was behind him. One minute he was there, and then all of a sudden he got in-between some of the older horses.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">She saw him struggling to keep his head above the water, but she couldn't get to him. Then she couldn't see him anymore. She kept watching, but see never did see him again. <br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I still keep wanting to see or hear my mom.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><img src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/katcustomers/dallas33.jpg" alt="The wild mustang" title="The wild mustang" height="300" style="border: 1pt solid; float: right; margin: 10px;"/> I can hear my dad.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">He has hardly stopped his pawing the ground or giving us warnings for all of us to be careful.<br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Since the moment we stopped he has tried to keep us together. I can hear him saying goodbye to each one as they take them away.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><em><strong>Telling them to try not to worry.</strong></em></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Most of his cries are loud but at times I can hear his soft nicker as if he is telling us all that it will all be OK. His voice is all that keeps me going.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I nicker back and he whispers how much he loves me.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><em><strong>I love you too, Dad.</strong></em> <br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I wish I could see him.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I know he would take me back home if he could. I know he would find my younger brother. If he was with me, I would feel so much safer.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #008080;"><strong>Months pass.</strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Most of us are gone now. One-by-one they have taken us away. With other horses and men, they come in with ropes and force us into a large metal box.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I know they will be coming for me soon. My dad is silent now. I am not sure if he is still here.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I never did see my mom again. <em><strong>I never got to even say Good-bye.</strong></em></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Oh crap, here they come again. Oh, no they are after me this time. I am just too tired to fight anymore. I never get to rest and I am always hungry.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I start to move slowly. One of the riders takes his rope several times above my head, and slaps my rump. <img src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/katcustomers/dallas1truck.jpg" alt="The wild mustang" title="The wild mustang" height="200" style="float: right; margin: 10px;"/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">It stings and I leap forward with the rest of the herd. <br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">The footing is slippery. It sounds funny.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Most of the younger horses are being loaded. I think we have all given up hope of ever going home again.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I sure wouldn't mind having one of those riders get close enough to my feet. I sure would show them what my dad taught me.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><strong>My feet keep slipping.</strong></span></span> <span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">We are moving in this funny box. <br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Everyone has to keep leaning on each other to stay on their feet. One colt goes down. He is struggling so hard to get back up. The young bay filly is trying not to step on him, but she nicks his leg. He is finally back on his feet. I can see that his leg hurts. None of us can hardly stand up in here.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Most of the day and into the night, it just keeps moving. <br/></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #008080;"><strong>Years pass.</strong></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">There doesn't seem to be an end to all of this. I have seen two more winters come and go. Everyone is gone except just three of us now; the gray colt, the one that hurt his leg, he is now my best friend and one other filly. She was just a baby when she got here. She hates the food and never eats much. She is so thin. <img src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/katcustomers/dallas34unloaded.jpg" alt="The wild mustang" title="The wild mustang" height="300" style="border: 1pt solid; float: right; margin: 10px;"/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Here we go again.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">They push us through the pens and into a place where there is a lot of people. Nothing seems to change except they move us to a different spot each time.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I have spent more time in that moving trailer than I did being free out on the prairie.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><strong>I still remember though.</strong> I remember running free; playing, laughing, racing all my friends ang watching my dad carefully watching over us day and night. I would give my life to hear his voice just one more time.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I know my mom is gone forever. Nothing will ever be the same and I will never hear the wild thunder from the herd under my hooves again.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Penned-up forever; <strong>Imprisoned for no reason</strong>.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">The loud voice, again starts asking for bids, but nothing happens.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Some of us leave after one of these auctions, but I am so thin and I hate these humans touching me so no one has ever bid on me. Every time they get near me, they hurt me or beat with ropes as they force me in and out of pens and trailers.</span></span></p>
<p><em><strong><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Is that all they know how to do is hurt us?</span></span></strong></em></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">What I would give to hear a kind voice.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I overheard one of the workers tell a Cowboy, "This is the last stop. It's three strikes and your out! The ones we don't sell will end up in the slaughter house.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><strong>Is this the end for me?</strong></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><img src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/katcustomers/dallas3.jpg" alt="The wild mustang" title="The wild mustang" height="300" style="border: 1pt solid; float: left; margin: 10px;"/>The Cowboy takes a look at me.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><strong>He has kind eyes.</strong></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">"I'll take them" he says. I'll take these four. <br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Before we know it, we are in the trailer and moving again, but something is different. I can stand up in this trailer. The driver is very careful. In a short time we are stopping. We are all unloaded and allowed to mingle with other horses. They all seem happy. They have fresh water and good food, and <em><strong>there's GRASS</strong></em></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I can see that same man coming towards us. He comes to the gate and peeks in.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><em><strong>His voice is soft.</strong></em> I like that. I think it is the first time in over three seasons that someone has talked to me so softly. He reminds me of my dad.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I wonder if he is nice. I wonder where we are going this time. Maybe this is the end of my travels for a while.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Days pass and I come to like it here. <br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">There's also a very nice lady. She brings me treats. I still can't bring myself to trust them. The are humans, after all. But ... they never yell us me and they never hit me, not once. <img src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/katcustomers/dallas2.jpg" alt="The wild mustang" title="The wild mustang" height="400" style="border: 1pt solid; margin: 8px;"/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><strong><em>Maybe, just maybe things will be different now. <br/></em></strong></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Just like my dad, Jim keeps telling me everything will be alright. He keeps reminding me that this is only temporary and that he is looking hard to find me a home.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I would love to have a place to call home again. I wonder what I did so wrong not to be able to have a home for so many years. There are more of us here without a home. We all talk about what it would be like, <em><strong>a home of our own.</strong></em></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">It is hard to imagine, after all this time that there might be a home for me again. I keep wondering if it will be nice with lots of fresh water and a place so safe, I can lay down to rest once again in the warm sunshine.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">When the spring came this year, I was 4 years old. I lost my home, my mom, my dad and my baby brother when I was only one.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><em><strong>That's a long time to wait to have someone love me again.</strong></em></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><img src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/katcustomers/dallas1.jpg" alt="The wild mustang" title="The wild mustang" height="250" style="border: 1pt solid; float: right; margin: 10px;"/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">What is Thanksgiving? Jim told me he has a special treat for me on Thanksgiving.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Humans, the are such odd beings. But I'm watching the other horse, and I see how much they like him. Maybe I can learn to trust these people. <br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I heard Knot-a-Tail is sponsoring me and helping to take care of me until I find a home.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Do you what they did?</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">They trimmed hair from my tail From my tail! <em><strong>Can you imagine?</strong></em></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><em><strong>They used the hair to make mustang bracelets. <br/></strong></em></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I think they are very pretty. They use the funds to buy me things. I guess I do need a few things. All girls do.</span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><em><strong>Whinny's for now. I am the still homeless spotted Mustang, but I now have hope that I'll find a good home soon.</strong></em> <br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">PS: they call me Dallas but they said my new owner could rename me. I truly want a name of my own and a home with someone to love me like my family did.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.2ndchance-equinerescue.org/knot-a-tail.html" target="blank"></a></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000080;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dallas was correct, Jim carefully managed to trim her tail so Roberta could make a few <a href="http://knot-a-tail.com/node/634" target="_blank" class="copy-link" style="text-decoration: underline; color: blue;">Mustang bracelets</a>. Since Dallas donated the hair, all the profits from the sale of the bracelets are used to help support her. There is only 6 available.</span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: #000080;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Just click here on the <a href="http://knot-a-tail.com/node/634" target="_blank" class="copy-link" style="text-decoration: underline; color: blue;">Mustang bracelet</a> or on the picture to see more details.<br/></span></span></span></span></p>
<p><a href="http://knot-a-tail.com/node/634" target="_blank" title="Dallas Lights - Mustang Horse hair bracelet"><img src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/bracelet/mustangbra1-325.JPG" alt="Dallas Lights - Mustang Horse hair bracelet" title="Dallas Lights - Mustang Horse hair bracelet" height="250" style="border: 1pt solid; float: right; margin: 5px;"/></a></p>
<p><span style="color: #000080;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><br/></span></span></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Here is the link to</span> <span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.2ndchance-equinerescue.org/knot-a-tail.html" target="blank" class="copy-link" style="text-decoration: underline; color: blue;">read more about Dallas</a> as she waits for a new home.</span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.2ndchance-equinerescue.org/" target="_blank" class="copy-link" style="text-decoration: underline; color: blue;">http://www.2ndchance-equinerescue.org/</a></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">If you have a home for Dallas and would like more information, just contact <a href="http://www.2ndchance-equinerescue.org/knot-a-tail.html" target="_blank" class="copy-link" style="text-decoration: underline; color: blue;">the Cowboy. <br/></a></span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">Here is Jim's (the cowboy) email address; whisperz2horsz@hotmail.com</span></p>
Horse Love notes
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-11-20:1773158:BlogPost:304605
2010-11-20T13:30:00.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
http://www.barnmice.com/profile/RobertaEdstrom
Just a couple of short little love notes.<br></br>
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<em><strong>The horse speaks directly into our soul, instantly bypassing, beyond the everyday suffering and pain of human endurance, and migrate directly into our beating hearts .</strong></em> Love roberta marie edstrom<br></br>
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"When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes." ...Henry V. -Shakespeare.<br></br>
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Just a couple of short little love notes.<br/>
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<em><strong>The horse speaks directly into our soul, instantly bypassing, beyond the everyday suffering and pain of human endurance, and migrate directly into our beating hearts .</strong></em> Love roberta marie edstrom<br/>
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"When I bestride him, I soar, I am a hawk: he trots the air; the earth sings when he touches it; the basest horn of his hoof is more musical than the pipe of Hermes." ...Henry V. -Shakespeare.<br/>
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"Within the warmth of my horse's breath, I will find the air I need to live today. I will find the wind to fly to the heights of my dreams and from within I will find the one I am meant to be." ....<br/>
roberta marie edstrom<br/>
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<em>Just livin' for the <strong>WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!</strong></em> <br/>
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Whinny's Roberta<br/>
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Join us for lots of Fun and details. Here is where you will find all the details. <a href="http://knot-a-tail.com/node/626" target="_blank">Sunday Night games on Knot-a-Tail</a><br/>
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I am Mustang, The very last one
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-11-13:1773158:BlogPost:301313
2010-11-13T23:36:11.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
http://www.barnmice.com/profile/RobertaEdstrom
<strong>I am Mustang, The very last one</strong><br />
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The pain is great but then silence<br />
Now, I feel like I am back home<br />
I hear the thundering of a thousand beating hearts<br />
so many, and now me, all sent into the dark<br />
None stampeding as always, as just one<br />
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<img alt="The last mustang from roberta edstrom poems " class="alignright" height="180" src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/katcustomers/dalllas23.jpg" style="border: 1pt solid; margin-left: 15px;" title="The last mustang from roberta edstrom poems" width="210"></img><br />
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Dear God, our time as come<br />
I believe, I was the very last one.<br />
The finale mustang to take the last breath<br />
I ask, God, what have they done<br />
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Man will not know what he has done<br />
until his own last hours have finally come<br />
Take pity and…
<strong>I am Mustang, The very last one</strong><br />
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The pain is great but then silence<br />
Now, I feel like I am back home<br />
I hear the thundering of a thousand beating hearts<br />
so many, and now me, all sent into the dark<br />
None stampeding as always, as just one<br />
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<img class="alignright" style="border: 1pt solid; margin-left: 15px;" title="The last mustang from roberta edstrom poems" src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/katcustomers/dalllas23.jpg" alt="The last mustang from roberta edstrom poems " width="210" height="180"/><br />
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Dear God, our time as come<br />
I believe, I was the very last one.<br />
The finale mustang to take the last breath<br />
I ask, God, what have they done<br />
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Man will not know what he has done<br />
until his own last hours have finally come<br />
Take pity and remember this was man<br />
and he did the same to my very own son<br />
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© roberta marie edstrom<br />
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<em>Let it all go and just be the <strong>WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!</strong></em><br />
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Roberta Edstrom<br />
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Winter Magic
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-11-10:1773158:BlogPost:299580
2010-11-10T22:32:10.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Winter Magic</span></strong></span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: small;">by Mary Benson</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: small;">Except from the poetry collection…</span></p>
<img alt="" src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/DailyOats/sleigh.jpg"></img><br />
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<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-family: arial black,avant garde;"><strong><span style="font-size: large;">Winter Magic</span></strong></span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: small;">by Mary Benson</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: small;">Except from the poetry collection</span></p>
<img src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/DailyOats/sleigh.jpg" alt=""/><br />
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: small;"><em>Blue Mountain Rider</em> by Mary Benson and Hedy Strauss</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Come fly away!</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On an enchanted sleigh.</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Lost and laughing,</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">In swirling, whirling, winter white.</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Merry bells</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Ringing,</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Singing.</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Majestic Morgans</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Flashing,</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Dashing.</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Flowing manes</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Unfurling,</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Curling.</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Puffs of snow</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sifting,</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Drifting.</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Silent runners</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Sliding,</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Gliding.</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Snowflakes clinging, harnesses jingling.</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">What joy to be</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Running so free</span></p>
<p style="margin-right: -.63in; margin-bottom: 0;"><span style="font-size: medium;">On a magic carpet…are we.</span></p>
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<p style="margin-bottom: 0;"><em><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Combining their love of horses and the outdoors, Mary Benson and Hedy Strauss immigrated to the Adirondack Mountains in Upstate New York where they met. Whether it is preserving wild mustang heritage or saving horses from slaughter, both women are passionate advocates for animal welfare. Visit Mary and Hedy at</span></span></em> <span style="color: #0000ff;"><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.bluemountainrider.com/"><span style="font-family: Arial,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">www.bluemountainrider.com</span></span></a></span></span></p>
<p style="margin-bottom: 0;">Enjoy the season. We have even more Horse Christmas Poems on Knot-a-Tail.</p>
<em><strong>Especially during this time of year. Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.</strong></em><br />
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<em>Let it all go and just be the <strong>WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!</strong></em><br />
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Creation of the Mustang By Janet Hickman
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-10-30:1773158:BlogPost:295599
2010-10-30T13:23:32.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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When the Lord was creating mustangs, he was into his sixth day of overtime<br />
An angel appeared and said “You fiddling around on this one”<br />
The Lord asked “Have you read the description on this horse?”<br />
A mustang must be able to trot for miles a day with the herd or carrying a rider that a domestic horse could never hold up too.<br />
They have to be able to move at a nanosecond’s notice and not think twice of the danger their lives are in from predators.<br />
They have to be able to eat sagebrush and scrub…
When the Lord was creating mustangs, he was into his sixth day of overtime<br />
An angel appeared and said “You fiddling around on this one”<br />
The Lord asked “Have you read the description on this horse?”<br />
A mustang must be able to trot for miles a day with the herd or carrying a rider that a domestic horse could never hold up too.<br />
They have to be able to move at a nanosecond’s notice and not think twice of the danger their lives are in from predators.<br />
They have to be able to eat sagebrush and scrub grass and stay in top physical condition at all times, they must be surefooted for the terrain they are to live in, and have wings on their hooves to outrun the cougar.<br />
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The angel sadly shook her head “Wings on their hooves…. No way”<br />
“Its not the wings giving me the problems” Replied the Lord “It’s the three pairs of eyes a mustang must have”<br />
“That’s on the standard model?” The angel asked.<br />
The Lord nodded. “One pair that sees what is ahead of the herd and where they are going to drink next. Another pair here in the side of their head to see their herd members and keep them safe. And another pair of eyes in back so they can look for predators waiting to jump on them from behind.”<br />
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“Lord” said the angel, touching his sleeve. “Rest and work on this tomorrow.”<br />
“I can’t” said the Lord, “I already have a model that can carry a 200 lb person over 20 miles a day, and will be ready to do it again the next day.”<br />
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The angel circled the model of the Mustang very slowly, “Can it think?”<br />
“You bet,” said the Lord. “It can tell you where danger lies in the trail ahead, and can recall hidden water holes in their sleep. And all the while they have to keep their wits about themselves. This Mustang also has phenomenal sense of caring, so they can be gentled by the person they pick to make their own. And still they rarely get the recognition for what they can do from anyone, other than a fellow mustang lover.<br />
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Finally, the angel ran her finger across the cheek of the Mustang.<br />
“There’s a leak” she pronounced.<br />
“Lord, it’s a tear.”<br />
“What’s the tear for?” asked the angel.<br />
“It’s a tear from the bottled-up emotions for fallen mustangs. A tear for commitment to their chosen person. It’s a tear for all the pain and suffering they have encountered at the hands of mankind. It’s a tear for their forgiveness for the suffering and cruelty of man.<br />
And it’s a tear for their commitment to caring for and loving their humans!” Said the Lord.<br />
“What a wonderful feature Lord, you’re a genius” said the angel.<br />
The Lord looked somber and said “I didn’t put it there.”
Don't Scare your Horse
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-10-30:1773158:BlogPost:295597
2010-10-30T13:22:02.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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Don't let your horse see what some of these horses look like.<br />
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They will be scared to death that you might do the same to them!<br />
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I wanted to share with you these photos of The Knot-a-Tail's Annual Boo Horse Halloween Photo Contest.<br />
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I am not sure how some of these horses stood for all that their owners did to them. I think they all must have taken a John Lyons course of two.<br />
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Vote for your favorite.<br />
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[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="404" caption="The night mare"]…
Don't let your horse see what some of these horses look like.<br />
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They will be scared to death that you might do the same to them!<br />
<br />
I wanted to share with you these photos of The Knot-a-Tail's Annual Boo Horse Halloween Photo Contest.<br />
<br />
I am not sure how some of these horses stood for all that their owners did to them. I think they all must have taken a John Lyons course of two.<br />
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Vote for your favorite.<br />
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[caption id="" align="alignnone" width="404" caption="The night mare"]<a href="http://knot-a-tail.com/halloween"><img title="Boo Horse Halloween Photo contest" src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/katcustomers/custom2-2010.jpg" alt="Happy Horse Halloween" width="404" height="284"/></a>[/caption]<br />
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Just to let you know, keep your eye out for <a href="http://www.Knot-a-Tail.com">Knot-a-Tails</a> Holidays Contest<br />
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I have seen what they are giving away this year and it is spectacular.<br />
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As Always<br />
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Whinny's Roberta
Someone STOLE all my Oats?
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-10-07:1773158:BlogPost:284199
2010-10-07T17:34:46.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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<p>Suddenly you horse is feeling a little off. What now?</p>
<p>He is just not quite kicking up his heels like he used to?</p>
<p>So, what do we do? Perhaps change his feed.</p>
<p>I know you. I bet you have already started asking all the our horsie friends what to do. You would certainly ask the farrier. Your trainer perhaps? The feed store lady?</p>
<p>Have you decided yet to add a supplement to his feed. Which one? Did that help?</p>
<p>Still not acting up to his highest potential? Are you…</p>
<p>Suddenly you horse is feeling a little off. What now?</p>
<p>He is just not quite kicking up his heels like he used to?</p>
<p>So, what do we do? Perhaps change his feed.</p>
<p>I know you. I bet you have already started asking all the our horsie friends what to do. You would certainly ask the farrier. Your trainer perhaps? The feed store lady?</p>
<p>Have you decided yet to add a supplement to his feed. Which one? Did that help?</p>
<p>Still not acting up to his highest potential? Are you considering calling the Vet?</p>
<p><strong>We will make sure that we keep our horse happy no matter what.</strong></p>
<p>But here is my Question?</p>
<h2>Are you Happy?</h2>
<p style="text-align: center;"><strong>What about you? Are you living up to your highest potential?</strong></p>
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<li>Did you know that we have over 1 thought ever second of the day.</li>
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<li>Did you know that 95% of those thoughts are the same thoughts as yesterday?</li>
</ul>
<ul>
<li>Did you know that out of those same thoughts as yesterday, 80% of them are negative?</li>
</ul>
<p><strong>Think about it.</strong></p>
<p><strong>95% of all your thought are repeats and 80% are negative reminders on how we feel about your life.</strong></p>
<p>It is no wonder over 95% of the population do not feel as if they ever have a change of reaching the life of their dreams.</p>
<p>It is no wonder why you did not kick up our heels yesterday or the day before. When was the last time?</p>
<p>Just for the fun of it, when did you run around the paddock like a young filly.</p>
<p><strong>Enjoying one flying, because I can, kick after another.</strong></p>
<p>Once you too were just wanting to show the day that you are glad to be here. Glad that you can still kick up your heels. Glad that you can still raise a little hell.</p>
<p>That filly or colt, of yours was certainly glad that you decided to feed her some more OATS and some new supplements.</p>
<p>Every day, women write to me, Not so much the Cowboys, but the horse women, write and tell me that they spend so much time and money just caring for their horses and pets that they have no time to even take care of themselves.</p>
<h2>Here is a few of the comments I have collected:</h2>
<p>You know you are a horsewoman when:</p>
<ul>
<li>Your Horse has less frizzy hair then you do.</li>
<li>You would rather wear Tall Boots then High Heels.</li>
<li>You daydream about Horse Shows and not about cute guys or romantic dates.</li>
<li>Your idea of a Romantic date has the word "Horse" attached to it.</li>
<li>You groom your horse daily for hours and you haven't seen a beautician since...?</li>
<li>You idea of getting ready to go Up-Town is finding a ball cap without any manure stains.</li>
<li>You are easy to buy clothes for, just go to the local tack store.</li>
<li>You are proud to admit that your best friend has 4 legs, a mane, and a tail.</li>
<li>You get out of bed and put on the same underwear as yesterday.</li>
<li>You exercise program consists of long Jogs carrying a halter and a bucket of oats.</li>
<li>You buy your horse more shoes than for yourself.</li>
<li>You spend more on your horse in one year than all of your other expenses combined.</li>
</ul>
<h3>Do you know why we consider these as funny, because they are so true.</h3>
<p>My question is this. Do you know you can have both?</p>
<p>Most of us feel as if we can have one and not the other making it very obvious that the horses have <strong>more value</strong> then ourselves.</p>
<p>How easy it is to put everyone and everything else first when we put so little value on ourselves.</p>
<p>When do you start caring enough, <strong>dreaming enough</strong>, living enough that you get some of those extra Oats for yourself?</p>
<p><strong>Today, tomorrow, next year when things are better?</strong></p>
<p>Did you know that the only moment that you have the power to change anything is Right Now</p>
<p>Not next week, but right now.</p>
<p>What if you decided, right now to just go do your nails instead of the dishes.</p>
<p>What if you decided, right now to read that book that has been waiting for you on your night stand.</p>
<p>What if you decided, right now, that your dreams are the one reason that you are hear on this plant.</p>
<p>What if you decided, right now, <strong>that you get the extra heap of Oats,</strong> just so you too can kick-up your heels more often.</p>
<p><em><strong>Make today, your "what if".<br/></strong></em></p>
<p>Decide to grab those extra Oats, filled to overflowing of the capacity of both your hands, heck just get the biggest bucket you can find and scoop some out for yourself and start living like you do in your dreams.</p>
<p>For today, Just expect the best and get excited about your life. Steal some of those Oats for yourself and</p>
<h4>START RIDIN' LIKE YOU STOLE THEM FROM A CRACK DEALER DOWN THE ROAD</h4>
<h2 style="text-align: center;"><strong><em>Than ...... Ride ..Girl .. Ride</em></strong></h2>
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<p><em>Ready to</em> <em>change your life and really start <strong>"Livin "</strong> the Whinny!</em></p>
<p>Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.</p>
<p><em>Just be the <strong>WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!</strong></em></p>
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Ladies: if you buy a Roping saddle, buy a vibrator too, you'll need one
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-09-27:1773158:BlogPost:279997
2010-09-27T17:00:00.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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For years, I bought, sold, repaired and even made a few <a href="http://review.barnmice.com/3396/julie-goodnight-how-to-saddle-a-western-horse/" target="_blank">western saddles</a>. I loved to carve leather, so I would spend hours, days, and even weeks making elaborate designs on the fenders, swells and skirts.<br></br>
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<strong>Here is the funny thing, I was like the shoe maker who did not own a pair of his own shoes.</strong><br></br>
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Neither did my husband.…<br></br>
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<img alt="Daily Oats: Don't lope in a Roper" height="330" src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/katcustomers/roper.jpg" style="border: 1pt solid; margin-left: 15px;" title="Knot-A-Tail horse show photo contest" width="244"></img>
For years, I bought, sold, repaired and even made a few <a target="_blank" href="http://review.barnmice.com/3396/julie-goodnight-how-to-saddle-a-western-horse/">western saddles</a>. I loved to carve leather, so I would spend hours, days, and even weeks making elaborate designs on the fenders, swells and skirts.<br/>
<br/>
<strong>Here is the funny thing, I was like the shoe maker who did not own a pair of his own shoes.</strong><br/>
<br/>
Neither did my husband.<br/>
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<img height="330" width="244" src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/katcustomers/roper.jpg" alt="Daily Oats: Don't lope in a Roper" title="Knot-A-Tail horse show photo contest" style="border: 1pt solid; margin-left: 15px;"/><br/>
Every time, I found a saddle that l liked and it fit both me and my horse, a customer would want to buy the darn thing.<br/>
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One time, I sent my husband out on a trail ride to try out a used black saddle. I had to chase him down. Someone wanted it. The others on the trail ride could not beleive that I made him swap saddles to finish the ride.<br/>
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It is just how it is when you are in the saddle business.<br/>
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Well, we went to a horse show with the Mobil unit. In the trailer we had a very nice, new Circle Y, show saddle loaded with silver. One of the local judges that was showing that day, noticed the show saddle and she had a trade-in.<br/>
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It was almost in perfect condition, chocolate brown, heavier, and I do mean heavier roping saddle with weighted, steel stirrups.<br/>
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Come Monday morning, I had to find another saddle to use. I headed for that roping saddle to give it a try.<br/>
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I liked it. Actually, I really liked it. I worked in the arena for several hours that morning. I also used it on several different horses. It had full quarter horse bars so it fit every horse very well. The stirrups never moved. I never had to chase them.<br/>
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It was well balanced with extremely soft, velvety smooth, supple leather. It looked almost new, but at the same time, it was well broke in.<br/>
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<strong>It was the "Perfect" used saddle. One that even a saddle maker could appreciate.</strong> <br/>
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Sunny was my own horse. He was an AQHA stallion that we liked to show, both in Western pleasure and in pleasure driving. Being a stallion, he took a lot of work and a lot of control. So, we worked in the round pen for control, then we would drive for an hour and do some arena work to keep him sharp.<br/>
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<strong>However, once a week, we headed up the road just to keep him fresh.</strong> <br/>
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This day, I saddle-up with that nice big, dark chocolate, Circle Y roper and the two of us headed up the road.<br/>
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In pleasure driving you have to have a very clear change in pace between the road gate and the park gait. So I did a lot of just changing speeds at the trot for most of the ride.<br/>
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At last, I was headed home. I was half way between the mail box and the first turn on our road. The road is about a mile long. I decided just to ask him to lope off. Controlled, but just a very relaxed gait letting him choosing the speed.<br/>
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I never made it to the second stride. I was "SHOCKED". Out came a huge: "WHOA"<br/>
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I felt if I was about to have an "orgasm" on the spot.<br/>
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"What the heck?" I said out loud.<br/>
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I just figured it was my imagination. Thought it just had to be the way I had been sitting.<br/>
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I re-shifted by weight, pulled at my jeans, checked my stirrups, made sure my body was in proper position. Wiggled this way and then that way. So thought I would just try it again.<br/>
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I asked for the lope.<br/>
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This time more controlled and my pace. I pushed him off in the right lead to get ready for the corner.<br/>
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Within seconds, I about "creamed my jeans" AGAIN.<br/>
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I shifted, and re-shifted. Moved forward. Pushed myself back out of the stirrups. Leaned back. Almost sitting on the the back of the saddle at times. Tried to post.<br/>
<br/>
But to no avail.<br/>
<p style="text-align: left;"><strong>Things just got worse, or how you look at it: More excitable!</strong></p>
In over 30 years of riding this was a totally new experience. Not for being excited, but for feeling like I was about to have an orgasm while riding. No, matter what I did, I could not change a thing. I had worked on the walk, trot and turns in the Arena, but I had not loped in that roper until that moment.<br/>
<br/>
I did not make it to the corner. I just could not take the excitement, the giggling or the shocking embarrassment.<br/>
<br/>
I got off and started to walk home. I would take a few steps, stop, bend-over to try to control my giggles. I just could not stop laughing. Every time I thought about what just happened and still felt like it could still happen, the laughter got worse.<br/>
<br/>
My body, just would not calm down. I just kept giggling. It really got worse when I thought about telling my husband. At times, wishing he was home at the moment and thinking how he would never let me sell that darn roper. Thinking how he would encourage me to lope in it. Seeing the smile on his face, kept the giggles coming even more.<br/>
<br/>
<strong>What could possibly happen next?</strong><br/>
<br/>
In the mist of not being able to stop laughing, here comes my close horsie friend barreling down the road in her big red Ford pick-up. She pulled-up, stopped.<br/>
<br/>
"Why are you walking?" she asked. "Is everything alright? Are you OK?"<br/>
<br/>
I looked at her and just laughed. I was still pretty "excited" and the giggles just kept coming. I could hardly talk. Half of the time, I was talking with her with my legs crossed.<br/>
<br/>
"Roberta" she asked. " What the heck is wrong? What is so darn funny?"<br/>
<br/>
Well, she asked a few more times, so I told her.<br/>
<br/>
<strong>This did prove to be a mistake on my part.</strong> <br/>
<br/>
Yes, as you can imagine, the laughter suddenly turned into a loud roar. She asked if the saddle was for sale. This time, I told her I would have to think about it. Or perhaps I should ask my husband first.<br/>
<br/>
Yes, the laughter got louder as the two of us pondered the hilariousness of the situation. The more I wiggled, the more she laughed.<br/>
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The moral of the whole story is "Ladies, NEVER and I do mean NEVER, lope in a ROPER!"<br/>
Unless you are ready to take care of the problem when you get home.<br/>
<br/>
<strong>Actually the main Moral of this story is:</strong><br/>
<br/>
Find something to laugh about. No matter what it is, just laugh. Then, share it with friends to make sure they are laughing as well.<br/>
<br/>
My friend and I still laugh about this story. We even told her mom, and the laughter started all over again.<br/>
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Yes, I am still giggling over that nice afternoon lope down the driveway.<br/>
<br/>
Just enjoy the day.<br/>
<br/>
Remember: It is never about the ride.<br/>
<br/>
<strong>It is about the Fact, we get to take the ride, no matter where that ride takes us.</strong> <br/>
<br/>
PS: in case you are wondering. This is a true story.<br/>
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and to answer your questions;<br/>
<br/>
Yes, I told my husband<br/>
<br/>
Yes, I thought he was going to die laughing<br/>
<br/>
Yes, he said the next time, I wanted to lope in that roper to make sure I called him first.<br/>
<br/>
Did I ever that that saddle out for another lope?<br/>
<br/>
<strong>Well, I think I will just keep that one a secret.</strong> <br/>
<br/>
Yes, go ahead and laugh. However, I can not beleive that this is the only one that this has happened to. I think I just might be only crazy that has shared it with all of her horse crazy friends.<br/>
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Now you tell me, <strong>what is your story?</strong><br/>
<br/>
Whinny's Roberta<br/>
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PS: here is a note from my Daughter-in-Law:<br/>
<h6>'Laughter is an orgasm triggered by the intercourse of sense and nonsense!' So even though it's Monday, LAUGH! You may REALLY enjoy it! ;)</h6>
<em><strong>Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.</strong></em> <br/>
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<em>Let it all go and just be the <strong>WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!</strong></em><em><strong><br/>
</strong></em> <br/>
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What if ...............
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-09-23:1773158:BlogPost:277836
2010-09-23T02:09:15.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;">What if .............</span><br></br>
<br></br>
<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;">loneliness was simply a feeling of impatience, telepathically sent to you by friends you've yet to meet, urging you to go out more, do more, and get involved, so that life's serendipities could bring you together...</span><br></br>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;"><br></br> <strong><em>Would you still…</em></strong></span></p>
<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;">What if .............</span><br/>
<br/>
<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;">loneliness was simply a feeling of impatience, telepathically sent to you by friends you've yet to meet, urging you to go out more, do more, and get involved, so that life's serendipities could bring you together...</span><br/>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;"><br/>
<strong><em>Would you still feel alone?</em></strong><br/>
</span></p>
<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;">What if ...........</span> <br/>
<br/>
<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;">illnesswas just the signal a healthy body sent to urge clarification of your thoughts, feelings, and dreams...</span> <br/>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;"><em><strong>Would you still, at times, think of yours as diseased?</strong></em></span></p>
<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;">What if ......................</span><br/>
<br/>
<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;">feelings of uncertainty and confusion were only reminders that you have options, that there's no hurry, and that everything is as it should be...</span> <br/>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;"><em><strong>Would you still feel disadvantaged?</strong></em></span></p>
<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;">What if .............................</span> <br/>
<br/>
<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;">mistakes and failures only ever happened when your life was about to get better than it's ever been before...</span> <br/>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;"><strong><em><br/></em></strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;"><strong><em>Would you still call them mistakes and failures?</em></strong></span></p>
<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;">And what if .................................</span><br/>
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<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;">poverty and lack were simply demonstrations of your manifesting prowess, as "difficult" to acquire as wealth and abundance...</span> <br/>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;"><em><strong>Would they still cause you to feel powerless?</strong></em></span></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;"><em><strong><br/></strong></em></span></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;"><em><strong>Just a thought.</strong></em></span></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;"><em><strong>Whinny's Roberta</strong></em></span></p>
<p style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-size: small;"><em><strong>Notes from the Universe</strong></em></span></p>
Discover how to win the blue
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-09-14:1773158:BlogPost:274536
2010-09-14T02:30:00.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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Quick story, well perhaps two short horse stories.<br></br>
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A mom thought that her youngest daughter was <em><strong>too optimistic,</strong></em> so she took the young girl to a therapist to get some help. The therapist agreed, so they decided in order to get her to look a little bit more dimly upon life, they brought her to room fulled of horse manure: Piled high.<br></br>
<br></br>
The young girl's face instantly was covered with absolute shock. She clambered to the top, dropped to her knees and…
Quick story, well perhaps two short horse stories.<br/>
<br/>
A mom thought that her youngest daughter was <em><strong>too optimistic,</strong></em> so she took the young girl to a therapist to get some help. The therapist agreed, so they decided in order to get her to look a little bit more dimly upon life, they brought her to room fulled of horse manure: Piled high.<br/>
<br/>
The young girl's face instantly was covered with absolute shock. She clambered to the top, dropped to her knees and began digging with her bare hands. Within moments, there was horse crap flying everywhere.<br/>
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<img style="border: 1pt solid; float: left; margin-right: 15px;" src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/DailyOats/brit1d.jpg" alt="Horse hair bracelet from Knot-A-Tail"/><br/>
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"What are you doing?" her mom yelled.<br/>
<h2>The young girl was beaming.</h2>
<h2>"With all this manure,"</h2>
<h2>she explained! "there has got to be a</h2>
<h2>pony in here somewhere."</h2>
<br/>What is it that you are expecting as an outcome of just today?<br/>
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Are you expecting it to be the BEST day of your life? or just another day?<br/>
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Positive expectations are joyful, enthusiastic feelings that add great power to your day. They "kick your life up a notch".<br/>
<blockquote><em>If you paint in your mind a picture of bright and happy expectations, you put yourself into a condition conducive to your goals. -Norman Vincent Peal.</em></blockquote>
A few years back, I saw a young girl entered into the show ring with a very simple show outfit, a simple white slinky and a very neat looking blue jean vest and very little silver on her horse equipment. However, from the moment she entered the ring, she had everyone's attentions.<br/>
<br/>
<em><strong>She expected to win, and it showed.</strong></em> <br/>
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Even to this day, I can remember her slight smile, her confidence, her knowing, the expectation of that moment being hers.<br/>
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To tell you the truth, I have not seen it again on any other rider, not like her. I wish I knew her name, or had taken a picture.<br/>
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When you strongly believe and expect something to happen, in that moment, when everything you feel matches your greatest desire, it is at that moment, nothing can stop you from achieving it.<br/>
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When you positively expect something to happen and you GET EXCITED about it, the entire universe assists you in the fulfillment of that desire.<br/>
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YOU RECEIVE WHAT YOU EXPECT TO RECEIVE. <br/>That is the moment of power. With positive expectations you can achieve anything.<br/>
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For today, Just expect the best and get excited about your life.<br/>
<em>Ready to</em> <em>change your life and <strong>"Live "</strong> the Whinny!</em><br/>
<br/>
<em><strong>Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.</strong></em> <br/>
<br/>
<em>Let it all go and just be the <strong>WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!</strong></em> <br/>
<br/>
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Love Roberta<br/>
<br/>
Roberta Edstrom<br/>
CEO<br/>
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<h3>From the Facebook group: Sexy farrier butt fan club: The video.</h3>
<h3>Guaranteed: You will not stop giggling</h3>
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Stable relationships
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-09-08:1773158:BlogPost:273080
2010-09-08T20:22:19.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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For me, this one is the longest training program that I have ever been involved in.<br />
<h2>How to keep your stable neat and tidy.</h2>
I have a wonderful friend that I met back in the spring of 1969. Well, that sure dates me. But from the moment I meet her, I could see that her horses were her number one priority in her life. I have seen that woman, even at the age of 60 plus, rise early every morning, muck out the stalls, wash out the water buckets, measure the feed for every horse, clean out any…
For me, this one is the longest training program that I have ever been involved in.<br />
<h2>How to keep your stable neat and tidy.</h2>
I have a wonderful friend that I met back in the spring of 1969. Well, that sure dates me. But from the moment I meet her, I could see that her horses were her number one priority in her life. I have seen that woman, even at the age of 60 plus, rise early every morning, muck out the stalls, wash out the water buckets, measure the feed for every horse, clean out any left over hay, clean every hoof, brush every horse, hang up every piece of tack, put away every brush and before she left the barn, the aisle way, every if they were dirt floors, leave it clean enough to eat off of. It was first ranked and then a broom used to add one finale touch of elaborate elegance.<br />
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I am not kidding, she picks up every little piece of hay, sweeps around every stall door and then ranks it to a welcoming garden of perfection for all visitors to see.<br />
<br />
<em><strong>Trust me, you have never seen anything like it.</strong></em><br />
<br />
Her barns are always welcoming, warm, neat, tidy and act as the ultimate opening to any horse lovers conversation " Oh my gosh, what a clean barn!"<br />
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It has always been just who she is, and if you are close to her at all, you know that you can not hurry her though her daily routine, or get her to change it in any way. She puts great value on how she leaves her chores done and has carried that forward for the last 40 plus years of her life. It has become an intimate part of her life.<br />
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Personally, you may think sweeping and ranking the barn floor may be a little extreme, but to tell you the truth I admire her for it. Forty years of total dedication to the horse's in her life, no matter what anyone thinks about the way she does it has never altered her course. She never sways, never alters, and most of all, no matter, what she never gives up. She leaves the barn only when perfection is accomplished.<br />
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At this moment, I want her to give me some of that all, no matter what attitude.<br />
<br />
I am fifty plus and I do not have such "Stable Relationships" in my life. I still get swayed by what others say about my life, especially when they are close to my heart.<br />
<br />
At the first signs of trouble, I forget to sweep and rake the floors to clean up any left over garbage from the day before.<br />
<br />
I recently went to see family, and I left a lot of hay and crap in the aisle from both me and others without cleaning it up before I left. In fact, subconsciously, I believed that someone else should clean it up for me. Now the crap is piling a little higher everyday just because I gave my power away to take care and develop my relationships by leaving the mess for someone else to clean up and no less to clean up their way. Then, they do it their way, I get mad. How funny.<br />
<br />
Family, in fact, any relationship can be like an unattended stall and one morning you "suddenly" realize that you have a lot of extremely hard work to do to get them healthy again.<br />
<br />
Another words you might just have to shovel a lot of shit to get it back to where it should be.<br />
<br />
Well, I am off to grab a shovel, find a wheel barrel and start cleaning a few stalls this morning and once I get them cleaned, I am going to dedicate myself to keeping them that way making sure before I leave the barn to take one last look to make sure the aisle is swept clean and ranked to perfection.<br />
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When I get my own self-righteousness, my temper and my ego out of the way, my heart is more open to love and complete understanding, no matter what. I just have to remember that when they are the closest to my heart.<br />
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So here is to keeping my stable, neat and tidy.<br />
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By the way, thanks Ginger for the life lesson.<br />
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Whinny's.<br />
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Please let me know if you have any stall cleaning to do today. I would love to know how you are doing.<br />
<br />
Love Roberta
Horses are the language of the soul
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-09-06:1773158:BlogPost:272216
2010-09-06T16:36:29.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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<em><strong>I beleive a horse speaks directly into our soul, instantly bypassing, beyond the everyday suffering and pain of human endurance, and migrate directly into our beating hearts.</strong></em><br></br>
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We, horse lovers, both feeling that wisdom and holding it close, perceive their beauty, their trust, their unconditional love as on of our greatest life's treasures.<br></br>
<br></br>
Within a horse's open hearts, we allow ourselves to gather the love we have stuffed beneath the surface, all…
<em><strong>I beleive a horse speaks directly into our soul, instantly bypassing, beyond the everyday suffering and pain of human endurance, and migrate directly into our beating hearts.</strong></em><br/>
<br/>
We, horse lovers, both feeling that wisdom and holding it close, perceive their beauty, their trust, their unconditional love as on of our greatest life's treasures.<br/>
<br/>
Within a horse's open hearts, we allow ourselves to gather the love we have stuffed beneath the surface, all the passion of our unfulfilled dreams and all of our "so called" forbidden emotions to finally allow them to surface.<br/>
<br/>
Bringing forth, what we have always had within us, the ability to offer love with nothing in return but finding more than we ever expected, especially from within ourselves, to experience within a lifetime.<br/>
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We have the greatness for the EXPANSION of our hearts and soul into the purest love mankind can offer, UNCONDITIONAL, and all captured with a horse's heart.<br/>
<br/>
<em><strong>It becomes the language of the horse lover's soul and the hoof beats of their heart.</strong></em>
The wheelbarrow
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-09-06:1773158:BlogPost:272127
2010-09-06T04:26:36.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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I know it has happened to all of us at one time or another. I know that it has happened to me a lot over the years. I clean out one stall, head for the next and think I can just put one more pitch fork of manure on top. Just one more. And if that one stays, I just might try one more. I can do it, just one more.<br></br>
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Now it is past full to the brim and I may have hit the tipping point. The point of no return. I know I have reached it when I first notice that the tire is starting to look a…
I know it has happened to all of us at one time or another. I know that it has happened to me a lot over the years. I clean out one stall, head for the next and think I can just put one more pitch fork of manure on top. Just one more. And if that one stays, I just might try one more. I can do it, just one more.<br/>
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Now it is past full to the brim and I may have hit the tipping point. The point of no return. I know I have reached it when I first notice that the tire is starting to look a little pudgy on the bottom. But I think "Man, I don't have time for this. I can make it."<br/>
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<img style="border: 1pt solid; float: right; margin-left: 15px;" title="Daily Oats Wheel barrel" src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/DailyOats/WHEELBARREL.JPG" alt="Daily Oats Wheel Barrel" height="225"/><br/>
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Come on now, you have done this a time or two. You know what comes next. You reach for the wooden handles, tighten your muscles, grit your teeth, put that look of "I think I can" on your face and with all your might you start to raise it up.<br/>
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Now you think you almost have it completely balanced in your hands so you lean into it and amazingly it starts to move. But the wheelbarrow has another idea. <em><strong>YES, you are so correct,</strong></em> <br/>
<h2>IT TIPS OVER!</h2>
And everyone knows, once that wheelbarrow starts to tip, it going OVER! The crap spills everywhere and now you get to clean up the entire mess all over again.<br/>
<h2>Does this seem a little like your life at the moment?</h2>
Is your emotional wheelbarrow so full of crap that every time you think you have enough strength left in you to reach down, grab the handles of your life one more time, and the moment you lean into it, you find yourself cleaning up even more crap then you started with?<br/>
<br/>
Well, here is my question for the day.<br/>
<br/>
<em><strong>What are you loading in your</strong></em> <strong>wheelbarrow</strong><em><strong>?</strong></em><br/>
<br/>
Is it just a load of all the shit that life has been handing you or have you been finding things in your life that you enjoy to add in the mix to lighten the load?<br/>
<br/>
If everything in your life's wheelbarrow is full of negative emotions, fear, anger, rage even, pain, hurt and even dispear then empty it out and put some of the good stuff in. Find your joy. Try to remember your "Life's Bliss". Try remembering just who you are inside and allow some of you to resurface.<br/>
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Life is not meant to have an entire wheelbarrow full of shit all the time. It is meant to <em><strong>Have, Be and DO</strong></em> all the good stuff, to live the good life. Now don't cheat, the good stuff, can not come from someone else's stall either, it has to come from your own. No one knows you well enough to ever make you happy. That can only come from you.<br/>
<br/>
<em><strong>Some of mine are</strong></em><br/>
<ul>
<li>Reading a good book on a rainy afternoon when I should be working</li>
<li>Sipping hot tea with just a touch of honey and lemon, by myself in complete silence looking out the window and watching the birds all the rest of the wildlife that shows up. I love the surprise.</li>
<li>Sitting in a clean barn on a fresh bale of hay, enjoying the sounds and smell that fill the air.</li>
<li>Listening for the sweetness of a morning nicker.</li>
<li>I love the feel of a cool morning breeze on my face, especially on the end of my nose.</li>
<li>I watch for puffs of warm air come from a horse's nostrils on a cold morning.</li>
<li>Reading loving comments from friends of Daily Oats.</li>
</ul>
Simple, but as I got older, I learned it is so often the total enjoyment of the simple, daily things in my life, that leave me so full of love and joy that I never hit the tipping point in my life anymore. And trust me, or ask my family, I used to be tipping my emotional wheel barrel what seemed like an hourly affair.<br/>
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I filled it with every negative thought possible. I was just a negative person. I could easy fill that wheelbarrow up so high, and then think I could more it to a better place. That just never happens. I was cleaning up more manure all day long than I every thought possible. Sometimes, if I could not move that darn wheelbarrow my myself, with my own pity party, I would ask someone else to help me. Now there is two of us cleaning up <em><strong>MY</strong></em> shit. Isn't that nice to do to a friend or family member?<br/>
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My point is this: if you don't want to continue dealing with a lot of crap in your life, find all the little things you used to enjoy and start doing them again. Fill your wheelbarrow with the good stuff, and you will see your life change. If you do not like where you are at, you have to make a move, so move to the good stuff.<br/>
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Find the joy.<br/>
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If nothing else, remember how great it feels when you first hear the morning whinny and don't overload your wheelbarrow to the tipping point.<br/>
<br/>
<em>Ready to</em> <em>change your life and <strong>"Live "</strong> the Whinny!</em><br/>
<br/>
<em><strong>Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.</strong></em> <br/>
<br/>
<em>Let it all go and just be the <strong>WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!</strong></em> <br/>
<br/>
<img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/15hbhjo.jpg" alt=""/>Daily Oats: Food for the Horse lover's soul<br/>
<br/>
Love Roberta<br/>
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Roberta Edstrom<br/>
CEO<br/>
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Is that horse you love so very much a Rescue horse? Was it the gift of a life time? Did they change your life?<br/>
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Lucky horseshoe
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-09-06:1773158:BlogPost:272125
2010-09-06T04:24:21.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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<em><strong>Today was a day that I fully took to heart "An attitude of Gratitude"</strong></em><br></br>
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I live in Mesa, AZ and I go down Main street sometimes to get home. Although it is not a freeway, it is three lanes wide on each side. It gets a lot of traffic. However, there is no sidewalks on the part that goes West towards Apache Junction. There is hardly any shoulder and no bike lane leaving very little room for error.<br></br>
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On the way home I say a man in a wheelchair pulled off…
<em><strong>Today was a day that I fully took to heart "An attitude of Gratitude"</strong></em><br/>
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I live in Mesa, AZ and I go down Main street sometimes to get home. Although it is not a freeway, it is three lanes wide on each side. It gets a lot of traffic. However, there is no sidewalks on the part that goes West towards Apache Junction. There is hardly any shoulder and no bike lane leaving very little room for error.<br/>
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On the way home I say a man in a wheelchair pulled off the side of the road as cars were going by. I watched him in my mirror and as soon as the cars passed, he was going down the main street backwards so he could see the cars coming at him. As soon as a car got close, he would wheel himself off the road and out of Harms way.<br/>
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From a horse accident a number of years ago, I walk with a very bad limp and sometimes it is painful, but I can walk. My car is getting older, but I have a car, and one that I love to drive. I do not have my own home at the moment but I do have a very comfy bed to lay my head on at night.<br/>
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<em><strong>I remember what it was like to be in a wheel chair.</strong></em> After my accident I spent a year in one, and was never suppose to walk again. But I do, and sometimes, I can still really hoof it.<br/>
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I had to wonder, what he was so determined to go see or was he just finding a way to get home. I was trying to turn around to see if there was someway I could help, when a police car pulled up behind him.<br/><br/>
<a href="http://knot-a-tail.com/node/608"><img class="alignright" style="border: 1pt solid; margin-left: 15px;" title="Knot-A-Tail lucky horse hair bracelet" src="http://d2jjd5j5dfayiq.cloudfront.net/images/bracelet/lucky.JPG" alt="Knot-a-Tail's Lucky Horse hair bracelet from Knot-A-Tail" width="400" height="274"/></a><br/>
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<em><strong>Today, I think it is me with the "lucky horse shoe".</strong></em><br/>
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I went home and put on one of our Lucky Horse shoe bracelets, just to remind myself of everything I have.<br/>
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Remember, Whinny, like there is no tomorrow. Things change fast.<br/>
<strong>WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!</strong> <br/>
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Love Roberta<br/>
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Roberta Edstrom<br/>
CEO<br/>
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You can easy make a difference for a hungry, abused horse. <a href="https://knot-a-tail.com/node/515" target="blank">Horse memorial page.</a> <br/>
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The #1 rule that I learned from John Lyons
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-07-16:1773158:BlogPost:256853
2010-07-16T13:49:12.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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<h2>I love reading all of John Lyons books, magazines and articles.</h2>
I think horse training started to take on new meaning with his gentling methods. Backyard horse man took on training and got results that they never dreamed was possible.<br />
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One of the greatest thing that I learned was <em><strong><q>where his nose goes, the rest follows.</q></strong></em> Easy enough, but when you first start to learn about John's theories you have to keep reminding yourselves about which end you want to…
<h2>I love reading all of John Lyons books, magazines and articles.</h2>
I think horse training started to take on new meaning with his gentling methods. Backyard horse man took on training and got results that they never dreamed was possible.<br />
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One of the greatest thing that I learned was <em><strong><q>where his nose goes, the rest follows.</q></strong></em> Easy enough, but when you first start to learn about John's theories you have to keep reminding yourselves about which end you want to get moving.<br />
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I love to work with a horse when they first start learning to watch the handler. You can see that they are thinking, they start to get very active in their responses. I ofter wonder if they are having as much fun as I am. This theory about where ever their nose goes, the body will follow <em><strong>is the very thing I need in my own life.</strong></em><br />
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Let me explain.<br />
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I got up late, rushed, worried about not getting everything done, got a little cussy while all morning as things were not at all going my way. The day started with handling a few customer complaints, a wrong order, I even got the wrong coffee order at Starbucks, what could be worse than that. It seemed like a million little things were on my shoulders and none of them would come off. As John Wayne would say, <em><strong>I was burning dayligh</strong><strong>t</strong></em> and a lot of it without getting any thing done. Meanwhile, after heading for the post office, I need just a few items from the store, so I thought I would stop to pick them up.<br />
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That should take me only a few minutes and I would be back on the road. I had a pile on my desk that really needed me but I certainly thought I had time to stop at WalMart.<br />
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Of course, at that moment, the only parking spot was out across the back forty. I hurried up grabbed a cart, I picked up a few grocers, moaned about the things that I couldn't find on my list, and at the last moment, I picked up some of their flavored water that has Zero sugar, zero calories, zero everything and in record time, I was headed for the self service check out.<br />
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Nothing would scan, in fact the water wouldn't register at all. I was about to leave everything at the check out and leave when an older customer service gal saw me having problems and came over to assist me. She tried over and over again to get the bottles of water to scan, but nothing. Finally she said, " I got this" and she started to input all those UPC in my hand. So there I stood, frustrated, because I had bought these many times before and they were in their system, but not now. How can they just disappear?<br />
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<em><strong>I am into this check out for about 25 minutes now.</strong></em><br />
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The lady gets all done and only one of them comes up on my slip. She had done the rest wrong.<br />
She closes out my order and takes me, my cart and all my items up to her register and starts again. I am continually telling her that it is alright, lets just forget about it an I will be on my way.<br />
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"No, No she says, we will get this taken care of."<br />
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<strong><em>Minutes pass, and more and more and more and more' and my frustration builds and builds and builds and at this point, I am not nice any more.<br />
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Forty-five minutes into this checkout for eight bottles of water, when I hear a little voice in side of me say "where the nose goes, the body will follow."<br />
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At that moment I realize that I had forgot the basic of who I am. I know, with out a doubt that I am the creator of my day, my world, my life. What is in my world, I put there. It is the Law of Attraction at its finest. After all it is the law and it treats everyone the same. Good or bad, frustrated or not, I put it there. <em><strong>"Where my mind goes, my day will follow."</strong></em><br />
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My hurry-up, getting a little pissy, frustrated, what is wrong with you and your store, everything is going wrong attitude in my thinking was creating just that and just to keep granting my wishes, it keep giving me more to be frustrated about. I let me nose go in so the wrong direction. In an instant I thanked the lady for all hard work and her thoughtfulness. I told her that I appreciated her determination to make sure that I had all the items that I needed. I apologized for my short temper. I shear, within seconds that I was all done and checked out.<br />
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I headed for the back forty where my care was parked, and with every step I found gratitude for the extra exercise. When I got to the car, I put my groceries in the front seat along side of me and I just sat there until I know that I had completely changed my attitude. The entire time, I heard John Lyons keep saying, <em><strong>Where that nose goes, the body will follow.</strong></em><br />
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I had let me thoughts get negative, and without even realizing it, I had turned into one of those people at the check out that you don't like to talk to because they about to complain about every thing. My Nose was really way out of line.<br />
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So here is a round pen reminder, Keep your nose going in the right direction of your life goals. Keep your thoughts focused on the life you want to create and everything will just fall in line.<br />
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And keep reminding yourself <em><strong>WHERE THE NOSE GOES, THE BODY WILL FOLLOW.</strong></em><br />
<em>Ready to</em> <em>change your life and <strong>"Live "</strong> the Whinny!</em><br />
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<em><strong>Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.</strong></em><br />
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<em>Let it all go and just be the <strong>WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!</strong></em><br />
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<img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/15hbhjo.jpg" alt=""/>Daily Oats: Food for the Horse lover's soul<br />
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Love Roberta<br />
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Roberta Edstrom<br />
CEO<br />
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<h2>Hay, check out our <a href="https://knot-a-tail.com/catalog/93" target="_blank">new bargain page.</a> Lots of great deals that change every week.</h2>
Let some of your pain go, and tell your story on Knot-a-Tail's <a href="https://knot-a-tail.com/node/515" target="blank">Horse memorial page.</a> Help a another horse and send your story to roberta@knotatail.com<br />
For every story that is posted to the memorial page, Knot-a-Tail donates a dollar to the local Horse rescue to help save the life of another horse. Your story can help save a life.<br />
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Your horse changed your life, and you can help change the life of another, together united by the love of a horse.<br />
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Love this: The feel good foal
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-07-16:1773158:BlogPost:256851
2010-07-16T13:47:46.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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I just can not help myself with this one. It is how I feel today.<br />
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<img alt=" " height="1" src="http://r20.rs6.net/on.jsp?t=1103553175367.0.1011013268068.530420&ts=S0497&o=http://ui.constantcontact.com/images/p1x1.gif" width="1"></img> <span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: #000066; font-size: small;">You are the right person, this is the right time, you've paid your dues, you're thinking the right thoughts, you're doing the right things, and this very moment, you are exactly where you're supposed to be... poised for the happiest time of your life.…</span>
I just can not help myself with this one. It is how I feel today.<br />
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<img src="http://r20.rs6.net/on.jsp?t=1103553175367.0.1011013268068.530420&ts=S0497&o=http://ui.constantcontact.com/images/p1x1.gif" alt=" " width="1" height="1"/> <span style="font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; color: #000066; font-size: small;">You are the right person, this is the right time, you've paid your dues, you're thinking the right thoughts, you're doing the right things, and this very moment, you are exactly where you're supposed to be... poised for the happiest time of your life.</span><br />
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Hope this lifts your spirits.<br />
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Press release: EQUINE GIFT RETAILER FINDS A WAY TO HELP LOCAL HORSE RESCUE
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-05-05:1773158:BlogPost:226819
2010-05-05T22:29:54.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: May 1. 2010</span></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><strong>A MESA, AZ EQUINE GIFT RETAILER FINDS A WAY TO HELP LOCAL…</strong></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE: May 1. 2010</span></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;"><strong>A MESA, AZ EQUINE GIFT RETAILER FINDS A WAY TO HELP LOCAL HORSE RESCUE <br/></strong></span></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">MESA, AZ (3/23/10) --</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">The poor economy has great an epidemic of pet owners not being able to afford the upkeep and care of there pets. What most people do not realize that this also has taken a heavy toll on the horse population. Many horse have been just abandon, turned loss in the wild, and lack of funds for feed has left countess horses in severest conditions and neglect.</span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">With resources being scarce, it is hard to find additional funds to assist the horse rescues. However, Roberta Edstrom, CEO of Knot-A-Tail.com as offered a helping hand within the website. <br/></span></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">At the beginning of April, 2010, the staff at Knot-A-Tail, with the help of PCL-Design and consulting established a <a href="https://knot-a-tail.com/node/515" target="blank">Memorial Page</a> for horse lover's to be able to honor their horses that they have loved and lost. The response to the horse lovers memorial page was instantly overwhelming.</span></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">Roberta Edstrom, the CEO of Knot-A-Tail offered to help support the horse rescue by donating a dollar for every horse lover that posted their story on the memorial page. The clients not only get a chance to tell their story, but they also get the opportunity to help save the life of another horse from pain and suffering.</span></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">The company even went one step further. For every memorial custom bracelet that the company makes for a client, Knot-A-Tail will donate a horse hair friendship bracelet to the horse rescue. The bracelets have a retail value of around $10.00 and each one will be made special for the horse rescue.<br/></span></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">Recently the Mesa, AZ horse rescue brought in 34 abandoned horse that need feed, shelter, and care. Only one man and one assistant is taking care of all 34 horses. The full time job of taking care of 34 neglected horses can be overwhelming, and extremely expensive. Any funds that Knot-A-Tail's memorial page produces, will come in a great time of need to assist the horses in their recovery. <br/></span></span></p>
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<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: times new roman,times;">To assist with the fund raising, you can log onto <a href="https://knot-a-tail.com/" target="blank">Knot-A-Tail</a> and check out the <a href="https://knot-a-tail.com/node/515" target="blank">memorial page</a> "To horse's I have loved and lost" Tell your own story and help raise funds to save the life of another horse. <br/></span></span></p>
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Riding with a loose rein
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-04-25:1773158:BlogPost:224356
2010-04-25T14:22:39.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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<br></br>I don't know if I have brushed more horses in my barn or in my dreams. I can spend hours just grooming a horse. I think by now I can draw them with my eyes closed just pretending that I am running my hands over their magnificent bodies. Every inch of their bodies memorized in the palms of my hands has forever captured their beauty and by now it has been blueprinted permanently into my imagination.
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When my son was training horses with me, I actually spent more time being the groom. I would…
<br/>I don't know if I have brushed more horses in my barn or in my dreams. I can spend hours just grooming a horse. I think by now I can draw them with my eyes closed just pretending that I am running my hands over their magnificent bodies. Every inch of their bodies memorized in the palms of my hands has forever captured their beauty and by now it has been blueprinted permanently into my imagination.
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When my son was training horses with me, I actually spent more time being the groom. I would get up before the sun, of course make a cup of welcoming, aromatic, stimulating coffee, fill a thermos and head to the barn. I would feed and then bring the first horse from their stall and start getting them ready.<br />
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I loved this part. I had made a leather pouch with about 20 slots to hold all of my most favorite grooming brushes and tools. Since, I also had a tack store, I had quite the collection of brushes.<br />
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I would put the trainee in the cross ties, and start with a bug hug and a few nice, gentle strokes down the horse nose and face.<br />
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<em><strong>I just had to say hello.</strong></em><br />
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I would grab one of my favorite stiffer body brushes, and start by the poll and start working my way down the neck always following the lay of the land. I have kind of a system of my own. I would make a quick stroke with the brush in my right hand and and follow with the same path with my bare left hand. My hands would qietly cross at the bottom of the stroke as the bristle of the brush would send the caught hair and dirt dancing to the beams of the morning sunlight.<br />
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I have done it that way since I can remember. Not only to I enjoy using my bare hand to stroke the horse's entire body, but it has serves another purpose as well. I can feel down to the horse skin across that way. I can feel any lumps, bruises, bits or a cut that perhaps my eyes might have missed and would go unnoticed by brushing alone.<br />
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Down the neck, across the width of their chests to where the hairs change direction in the center and than changing to a softer bush, I would head down the front legs.<br />
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Next to the withers, across the back and down and around the girth area, paying particular attention to the area where the cinch goes is perfectly clean. Back up to the top of the hips, around the hind quarters, down the hind leg brushing my way on both sides.<br />
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Always taking notice to what my bare hand would feel. I was looking for the horse to be uncomfortable in any certain spots or finding out why he might not be enjoying his morning grooming. Just kind of quietly asking him in anything was wrong.<br />
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Once, to the bottom of the leg, I would pull a hoof pick out of my back pocket and make sure they were clean, conditioned and ready to go.<br />
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By habit, I always saved the best for last. Using my softest brush, I would start between the eyes, and make my way up and around by the ears. down the ever so strong cheek bones, and with the softest bushes I could muster, I went every so slowly down and around the muzzle.<br />
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I love to see how the ends of the hair start to glisten, after a good brushing. The oils from their coats start to emerge and change with every stroke of the brush, like the creating your own painting on a living canvass.<br />
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I love it when the finale moments how a horse will melt in my hands. How they every so slightly lean into the brush and let you know how good it feels to them. How much they enjoy the time that I have just spent with them. It has created the passions of my life that have forged a life long passion in my heart.<br />
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<em><strong>Total trust, venerability. and unconditional love shared and captured in a single moment of time.</strong></em><br />
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But lately, I have been asking myself why do I not allow myself to become that close, that intimate, that loving with all those around me. Not the bushing part, but taking the time, paying that much attention, finding out their needs, or their pain to allow them to melt in unconditional love, unconditional love from me.<br />
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I fear that it is a lack of trust. How ofter does a horse get abused, hurt, injured and still come back to our arms with so much unconditional love that it <em><strong>melts our heart</strong><strong>s</strong></em> like nothing else in our lives ever have before? The answer is <em><strong>Countless</strong></em>, they are endless with forgiveness.<br />
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They just allow themselves to be loved and in allowing that love in, they bring it back ten fold. No questions asked. They seem to know what is more in our hearts than we do.<br />
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I often tell my heart that is just fine, that I will be safe, and my world will be OK, if I open up my heart and offer unconditional love to everyone within my path. But it seems as soon as my mouth opens, it expresses something else never mention not allowing my heart to fully open.<br />
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The ego is a funny thing. We think that we run our lives, that we have the ultimate word, but the reality is, that if we are not forgiving enough not only to ourselves but to others, then it is our past hurts, bruises, cuts and scrapes that run our lives.<br />
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We remember more of the moments of pain than the gratitude of all the blessing that came in between. It is hurtful remarks from strangers we remember more than all the love from those that are close.<br />
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I told my son a thousand times how handsome he was when he was growing up, but he never believed it until a stranger told him. On the other hand, I have been told a million times how smart I am, how creative I am, but I still have a hard time keeping it close and living in the truth of that one reality.<br />
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Why is it we beleive more from others than we know what is in our own heart and soul. No one knows me, better than me. We were made to love and be loved, both ourselves and others. That is life. Short and sweet, the rest is just the carrots for dessert.<br />
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The one thing that humans want more than anything else is love and acceptance and yet it is the last thing we seem to give of ourselves, me included.<br />
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>If I were truly livin' for the whinny, then for today, I need to open my heart and let out every thing that time and I have allowed to be locked inside.</strong></em></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>I need to melt in my own arms of unconditional love.</strong></em></p>
If I can do that just for today, then tomorrow I can gather more strength to try again. By learning this lesson from the horses around me, I can learn to be more of what I know is in my heart is true. Just to love with all that I am, just to love all the whinny's in my life, just like the horses around me.<br />
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I have a question for you. Have you let the reins on your heart all the way out and let all of the love inside loose? Do you ride with a loose rein on your heart, or are you holding them so tight you find no release to your own spirit?<br />
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<em><strong>How do you saddle-up your own heart? Do you saddle-up so tight that you ache for release? Do the scars run so deep, the pain and suffering so bad, that you can not let them go?</strong></em><br />
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Then remember this: Only the truest and deepest loves come from the most undigested parts of mankind for they have always brought out the greatest gifts and treasures from within once they are released. <em><strong><br />
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<em>Ready to</em> <em>change your life and <strong>"Live "</strong> the Whinny!</em><br />
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<em><strong>Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.</strong></em><br />
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<em>Let it all go and just be the <strong>WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!</strong></em><br />
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<em><strong>Let the reins on your heart loose until there is nothing else left to hold on to and start having the ride of you life, the one you dream about every minute.<br />
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Let some of your pain go, and tell your story on Knot-a-Tail's <a href="https://knot-a-tail.com/node/515" target="blank">Horse memorial page.</a><br />
For every story that is posted to the memorial page, Knot-a-Tail donates a dollar to the local Horse rescue to help save the life of another horse. Your story can help save a life.<br />
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Your horse changed your life, and you can help change the life of another, together united by the love of a horse.<br />
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In loving memory
I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new. I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too. I think of you in silence, I often speak your name. All I have a…
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-04-17:1773158:BlogPost:222181
2010-04-17T17:02:16.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
http://www.barnmice.com/profile/RobertaEdstrom
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: impact,chicago;">In loving memory</span></span></span></p>
<div style="border: 3px double rgb(102, 51, 0); width: 95%; background-color: rgb(238, 130, 238); text-align: center;"><br></br> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new. <br></br> I thought about you yesterday, and…</strong></span></span></div>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);"><span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-family: impact,chicago;">In loving memory</span></span></span></p>
<div style="border: 3px double rgb(102, 51, 0); width: 95%; background-color: rgb(238, 130, 238); text-align: center;"><br/> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><span style="font-size: small;"><strong>I thought of you with love today, but that is nothing new. <br/> I thought about you yesterday, and days before that too.<br/> I think of you in silence, I often speak your name.<br/> All I have are memories and your picture in a frame <br/> but I have you in my heart. <br/>I will never stop loving you <br/>For your hoof prints are running across my heart</strong></span></span></div>
<p><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><strong><br/></strong></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;">This page is just a place to remember, a place to release some of the sorrow for the horses that have captured our hearts, expanded our souls and brought our spirits to life and helped us to full our destinies.<img src="http://i40.tinypic.com/1zqvxib.jpg" alt="horse memorial Blue" style="border: 0pt none; float: right; margin-left: 15px;"/></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial,helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 102);">share your story with us.</span> <br/></span></span></p>
<p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"><em><strong><span style="font-size: medium;">The silent moments</span></strong></em></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">In loving memory of Charlie and Blue</span></span><em><strong><span style="font-size: medium;"><br/></span></strong></em></p>
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<p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">© roberta edstrom</span></span></span></p>
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<p><span style="font-size: small;">I do not feel I can face these moments alone.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">Whenever, I think of of you</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">My heart, for endlessly emerges in deep sorrow</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">and completely stands stills in the silence</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">waiting to hear you.<br/></span></p>
<p></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">A breath won't gone, and I am so empty<br/></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">It was more than all the rides,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">more than your whinny's as you called my name.</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">It was the love within your eyes<br/></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">It was in the silence when two souls combine,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">that captured my heart and you forever made you mine;</span></p>
<p></p>
<br/><p>.I still hear you whinny in the silence of the night</p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">your halter hangs, and will remain,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">right there within my sight. <br/></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">I often imagine you happy and young</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">endless fields of spender with all your bud's</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">you loop, play and all day you run</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;"><<br/></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">Make sure, when my times comes</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">I will be there with you</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">Our spirits, together again as one</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">We will ride across the heavens</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">Leave hoof prints across the moon,</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: small;">United as one, we will ride straight into the morning sun.</span></p>
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<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"><span style="font-family: impact,chicago;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><strong>You have captured my heart, FOREVER!</strong></span></span></span></p>
<p style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: small;">A Place to share your story with other horse lovers who know the loss: <a href="https://knot-a-tail.com/node/515/edit" target="blank">Memorial to horses we have loved</a>.</span> <span style="color: rgb(128, 0, 128);"><span style="font-family: impact,chicago;"><span style="font-size: xx-large;"><em><strong><strong><br/></strong></strong></em></span></span></span></p>
The Birthday Bash
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-04-12:1773158:BlogPost:220561
2010-04-12T22:04:01.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
http://www.barnmice.com/profile/RobertaEdstrom
<br></br>Some days are just a little to get started then others, worse yet is when those days fall on a Monday.
<br />
I have spent the entire weekend with promoting the Horse lovers Birthday bash on Knot-A-Tail web site. The new site is a year old this month and they are having a month long celebration.<br />
<br />
It took a great deal of the weekend to continually update all the winners, and the comments that every one was posting all weekend. By the time I edited all the pictures and found out as much…
<br/>Some days are just a little to get started then others, worse yet is when those days fall on a Monday.
<br />
I have spent the entire weekend with promoting the Horse lovers Birthday bash on Knot-A-Tail web site. The new site is a year old this month and they are having a month long celebration.<br />
<br />
It took a great deal of the weekend to continually update all the winners, and the comments that every one was posting all weekend. By the time I edited all the pictures and found out as much information as I could about the winners and post to the celebration page, the entire weekend was gone.<br />
<br />
I also got yelled at by a very close freind that I had not taken the time to call him. Sorry Brandon.<br />
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When I got up this morning, I let my ego get the best of me and I listened to it tell me that what I do, doesn't make a difference, it really does not matter. Still feeling the effects, of a wimpy, whinny voice telling me the worst, I went back to work and I went to update the Knot-A-Tail's Birthday celebration page and announce Sunday's winners.<br />
<h1>AND I FOUND THIS</h1>
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><br />
Ms Roberta<br />
I know I am one of your super fans. You requested me as a friend months back and we only had 1 friend in common. I didn't except right away because I was new to FB and wasn't sure about all this new fangle stuff. Well, a month or 2 past and I went on to your page and found Knot-A-Tail. Well, that was enough right there. I accepted and we have been friends until I lost you somehow and I requested you to be my friend again. When I found Knot-A-Tail I got so excited I thought of all the ways I could raise money for the Therapeutic Riding Center my son rides at. Also, my friend has Curly horses right off the Nevada wild lands. We are trying to make people aware of this unique hypo-allergenic breed. One of her horses has dreadlocks and I could just see one as a zipper pull. I ordered a bracelet kit and two hitching books right away.</span><br />
<span style="color: #0000ff;"><br />
I was there for the cutest Farrier Butt contest. What a Hoot! I was there reading your Blog: Daily Oats and how you enjoyed being with the Grand kids but how you missed the warmth of Arizona. I've watched your fan base grow. I have spread the word and watched our list of 1 friend grow to 41. I was there when you had a farm on Farmville but you never played. I saw you grow to love the game and have fun playing it. I was also there to guilt you in to donating 2 of your beautiful pieces to Lona for the Charity Trail Ride for St Jude. See I am a Super Fan. I joined the newsletter 6 months ago. I re-posted the page and made a comment.</span><br />
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One of the statements I have always tried to remind myself of, is the one fact EVERYTHING MATTERS, everything I do, everything I say, everything I promise, everything I have ever spoken, it all matters.<br />
<br />
I want to take just a moment to give gratitude for all that is on my life, especially all my friends and fans from Daily Oats and the thousands of connection from Facebook, Knot-A-Tail and My own fan page.<br />
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>Here is to letting you know, that EVERY THING YOU DO, MATTERS.</strong></em></p>
You have brightened my day, you have countless times lifted my heart, YOU have inspired me to become more that I every thought was possible. YOU made me beleive in the heart and magic of those around me, especially those I have yet to meet. You have lifted my spirit and allowed my heart to expand.<br />
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<em><strong>Thank you</strong></em><br />
<br />
Forever yours with All my Love Roberta<br />
<br />
Biggest of Hugs and the Loudest whinny I can muster.<br />
<br />
...................<em><strong>You have changed my life and now I am LIVIN' for the Whinny!</strong></em><br />
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Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.<br />
<br />
Let me know if you hear my<br />
<em><strong>WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!<br />
</strong></em><br />
<br />
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Love Roberta<br />
<br />
Roberta Edstrom<br />
CEO<br />
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I am having a Blast giving away prizes. I hope you will come and celebrate with us.<br />
<em><strong>Knot-A-Tail's April's <a href="http://knot-a-tail.com/node/512">Anniversary Celebration</a> : contest and prizes</strong></em><br />
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A new pair of Cowboy boots
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-04-10:1773158:BlogPost:219890
2010-04-10T17:51:02.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
http://www.barnmice.com/profile/RobertaEdstrom
Last Sunday morning, I waited in the car, while my business partner went into a local bakery in downtown Tempe, AZ to buy some piping-hot, super fresh, right out-of-the over, cross-top buns to take to Easter dinner Needless to say the lines were long and it took him awhile.<br />
<br />
I had brought a book to read about expanding my spiritual awareness, called "The Force". I was deep into reading my book, deep into feeling more spiritual and ready to take on every new challenge that came my way.<br />
<br />
I had…
Last Sunday morning, I waited in the car, while my business partner went into a local bakery in downtown Tempe, AZ to buy some piping-hot, super fresh, right out-of-the over, cross-top buns to take to Easter dinner Needless to say the lines were long and it took him awhile.<br />
<br />
I had brought a book to read about expanding my spiritual awareness, called "The Force". I was deep into reading my book, deep into feeling more spiritual and ready to take on every new challenge that came my way.<br />
<br />
I had been so deep into thought, that I was unaware on anything around me, when all of a sudden I heard a "clicking/ thump" sound that was oh so very familiar. A sound I know that you have also heard a thousand times.<br />
<br />
"A pair of Cowboy boots hitting the pavement." When I looked up the man in the truck next to us was getting in and I could see just the bottom part of his new boots from under the truck.<br />
<br />
I was giggling at myself so loud that I though everyone must be looking. Here I am reading a book about being more aware of the world around me, and the only thing that even came close to getting my attention away from myself and out towards the world around me was the sound of a new pair of Cowboy boots hitting the payment.<br />
<br />
<em><strong>You know the statement, I thought I was going to laugh until I pee'd my pants, Well I thought I did.</strong></em><br />
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I put down the book, and started to think about what just happened. I came to the understanding that I am extremely narrow-minded. I want to get beyond just the familiar, after all that is what the book I was reading was telling me. Go beyond the familiar to stretch and be more aware of life itself so my own life would be able to expand as well.<br />
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I have a list of familiar that always get my attention.<br />
<ul>
<li>A whinny</li>
<li>A truck pulling a horse trailer</li>
<li>The smell of a new saddle</li>
<li>The sound of running hoof beats heading up the driveway</li>
<li>And the roar of a Harley, mine is red.</li>
</ul>
I thought at that moment "What if" I could add a few more<br />
<ul>
<li>The young women struggling with the two small kids on the corner</li>
<li>The son helping his elderly mom get into the car behind us.</li>
<li>The very cute guy walking his dog in front on me down the sidewalk, (it is no wonder I am single when I don't even notice a cute fella that is my own age)</li>
<li>The fantastic mouth-watering smell from the bakery on Easter morning</li>
<li>The fancy Spring bonnet on the women across the street</li>
<li>The sweet smell of the oranges on the ground in the orchard alongside the Bakery.</li>
</ul>
It sounds as if I might have learned an important lesson that Easter Sunday.<br />
<br />
<em><strong>You might think that anyway.</strong></em><br />
<br />
But no, it could not have been that easy. That is the reason I thought I would Blog about it. I spent an entire afternoon up town today, the only thing I happened to take a mental note of, in any way, shape or form, was a white double cab, "equine rescue truck" backed into the outside parking lot at McDonald's.<br />
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I just might have to read some more books to go beyond my limited awareness. To find out and to be able to experience more of what I know is inside of me, I can not always stand on the same ground.<br />
<br />
Besides, I will not be able to plant anything new, allow anything else to grow if I am always standing in the same spot, the same ground, the same familiar, if I remain the same me.<br />
<img style="border: 0 none; float: left; margin-right: 15px;" src="http://i42.tinypic.com/6emzbq.jpg" alt="Knot-A-Tail "/><br />
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Just for one day, just think about trading your Cowboy boots in for a new pair of Flip-flops, spike, heels, or loafers<br />
<br />
<em><strong>and just see what might happen</strong></em>.<br />
<br />
It will not only give your feet a break, but it will allow you to look beyond and expand your own reality. You might find out how quickly you just moved towards the life you have always dreamed.<br />
<br />
<em>...................................Change your life and <strong>"Live "</strong> the Whinny!</em><br />
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<em><strong>Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.</strong></em><br />
<br />
<em>Are you ready <strong>WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!<br />
</strong></em><br />
<br />
<img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/15hbhjo.jpg" alt=""/>Daily Oats: Food for the Horse lover's soul<br />
<br />
Love Roberta<br />
<br />
Roberta Edstrom<br />
CEO<br />
<a href="http://knot-a-tail.com/?utm_source=Blog&utm_medium=tackswap&utm_term=Dailyoats&utm_content=ridetilldie&utm_campaign=graditude" target="_blank">Knot-A-Tail</a><br />
<br />
Don't miss out on Knot-a-Tail's April, 2010 all month-long <a href="http://knot-a-tail.com/node/512" target="blank">Anniversary Bash</a> with daily prize and giveaways.<br />
<br />
Sharing the connection with unique horse lovers gift, Cowgirl fabulous jewelry, and the largest collection of authentic horse hair items anywhere.<br />
<br />
<em><strong>Visit Roberta</strong></em> <em><strong>on</strong></em> <a href="http://www.facebook.com/business/dashboard/?ref=sb#/pages/Knot-A-Tail/103927397281" target="_blank">Facebook</a><br />
<br />
Totally just for fun.... a Facebook quiz:<br />
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Don't feed your horse Carrots
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-04-04:1773158:BlogPost:216928
2010-04-04T07:00:00.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
http://www.barnmice.com/profile/RobertaEdstrom
<p><strong>Comments from the old mare.</strong><br></br> <br></br>
I just wanted to introduce myself, I am the old mare in the corner stall and I have a few things to say.<br></br>
<br></br>
1st. <em><strong>Stop!</strong></em> bringing home all those new horses to <em><strong>"MY"</strong></em> <strong>barn.</strong><br></br>
<br></br>
Enough is enough. Have <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> ever herd of the <em><strong>#ONE</strong></em> ?<br></br>
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Am I not good enough for <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> anymore and…</p>
<p><strong>Comments from the old mare.</strong><br/>
<br/>
I just wanted to introduce myself, I am the old mare in the corner stall and I have a few things to say.<br/>
<br/>
1st. <em><strong>Stop!</strong></em> bringing home all those new horses to <em><strong>"MY"</strong></em> <strong>barn.</strong><br/>
<br/>
Enough is enough. Have <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> ever herd of the <em><strong>#ONE</strong></em> ?<br/>
<br/>
Am I not good enough for <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> anymore and besides, I am tired and way too old anymore to share <em><strong>"MY"</strong></em> pasture with anymore teenagers. <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> let them all out first and then <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> put me out, with a slap on <em><strong>"MY"</strong></em> behind no less, how degrading.<br/>
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Then I hear a "<em><strong>OK, old girl, show them who's boss".</strong></em> <br/>
<br/>
Try that stunt one more time, and I will do more than slap <em><strong>"YOUR"</strong></em> behind.<em><strong><br/>
</strong></em> <br/>
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<em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> show those young-en's who's boss for a change. After all, every time I push <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> over to get to <em><strong>"MY"</strong></em> Oats, <em><strong>" YOU"</strong></em> are always telling "<em><strong>ME"</strong></em> that " <em><strong>I am the boss around here!"</strong></em><br/>
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<em><strong>Ya, like that will ever happen!<br/>
</strong></em> <br/>
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Next, can we just talk one minute about <em><strong>"MY"</strong></em> figure. <br/>
</p>
<p style="text-align: center;"><em><strong>I AM NOT A FAT OLD GAL ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !</strong></em></p>
<img style="border: 0pt none; float: left; margin-right: 15px;" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/24471g4.jpg" alt="Fat old mar"/><br/>
<br/>
So do not be so skimpy with that Oat can.<br/>
<br/>
And sending in my picture to Equis for the cover article, under the title<br/>
<br/>
<em><strong>"Is your horse too fat?"</strong></em><br/>
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Was not funny!<br/>
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Was not funny at all!<br/>
<br/>
By the way, trust me,<br/>
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<em><strong>I will get even</strong></em> <br/>
<br/>
with <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> for that one.<br/>
<br/>
<em><strong>We will just see who is</strong></em> <em><strong>TOO FAT!<br/>
</strong></em> <br/>
<br/>
And another thing, Do <em><strong>" YOU</strong></em>" think that <em><strong>" I"</strong></em> don't know <strong><em>" YOU"</em></strong> are up at 5 am drinking that coffee.<br/>
<br/>
Do <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> realize, <em><strong>" I "</strong></em> can smell it all the way out to the barn.<br/>
<br/>
First you cut back on "<em><strong>MY"</strong></em> oats so that <em><strong>"I"</strong></em> am starving , and then <em><strong>"I"</strong></em> have to wait until <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> decide to come to the barn at what ever time <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> please. <em><strong>"I"</strong></em> can not believe that <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> actually expect <em><strong>"ME"</strong></em> to wait until 5:30. <br/>
<br/>
<em><strong>What are</strong></em> <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> <em><strong>thinking?<br/>
</strong></em> <br/>
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<em><strong>COFFEE time is over,</strong></em> <strong><em>" MY"</em></strong> <em>fine two-legged friend!</em><br/>
<br/>
Get up, put put <em><strong>"YOUR"</strong></em> pants on and get <em>"</em><strong>YOUR"</strong> butt out to the barn. It is time to feed <em><strong>"ME".</strong><strong><br/>
</strong></em> <br/>
<br/>
I know that I am <em><strong>"YOUR"</strong></em> favorite and I can tell when you are feeling bad. Especially on those days when you want to take only "<em><strong>ME"</strong></em> for a ride for <strong><em>"YOU"</em></strong> can talk. I have to tell you, I do not mind the yelling or even the tears, but to tell you the truth, <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> don't need them. There is a better way.<br/>
<br/>
Next time<em><strong>, you are upset with someone,</strong></em> just watch what I do.<br/>
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First, the moment that they get even close to a nibble of your Oats, you have to just completely stop, slowly raise your head, and give them the "<strong><em>I dare you to do that again, Look!"</em></strong> <em><strong><br/>
</strong></em> <br/>
<br/>
Sometimes, that might not work for some of the more thick headed ones around here, so if they don't back off, give them just one more warning. I like to pretend I am going to <em><strong>eat them alive.</strong></em> I rush at them with with my head low, month open, teeth bared and ready to take a quick snack. Just like I do when <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> are not fast enough with that feed can. <br/>
<br/>
<em><strong>Why do "YOU" do that? Are</strong></em> <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> <em><strong>just out to torture "ME" ?</strong></em> <br/>
<br/>
OK, back to that one who pissed <em><strong>"ME"</strong></em> off.<br/>
<br/>
If that did not stop them in their tracks, go onto step three. I have perfected this technique over the past twenty-five years, so I know it works. I aim for one solid hit on the lower rear flank with my right hind foot, shoes-on of course. If you do this one correct, this will work every time.<br/>
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I just let them know right up-front how I feel about it.<br/>
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The great thing is, once I tell them exactly how I feel about it, it's all over. I pay never- no-mind to it. <em><strong>I just finish going about my day.</strong></em> No more being upset, no more yelling, no tears, just life, eating grass, happily waiting for supper to be delivered.<br/>
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I cannot take the time to worry about what the heck they are thinking. I have far too much to do around here.<br/>
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Herding all those young ones, and having to make sure I get <em><strong>"MY"</strong></em> share of all those treats. PS, did I ever tell <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> that <strong><em>"I"</em></strong> love, just really love peppermint candy. I thought <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> should know that fact about <em><strong>"ME".</strong></em><br/>
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<em><strong>One more thing, if it is a stallion, go directly to step number three.</strong></em> <br/>
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Last, <em><strong>"I" DEMAND MORE CARROTS ON EASTER MORNING</strong></em>.<br/>
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I want way more than the rest of the herd, after all, if <em><strong>"I"</strong></em> am "<em><strong>YOUR"</strong></em> favorite, <em><strong>"I"</strong></em> should have more than the rest. Who makes up the rules in this barn anyway? I will tell <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> who.<br/>
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<em><strong>"ME", that's who!<br/>
</strong></em> <br/>
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Lastly, never and <em><strong>"I"</strong></em> do mean never, never again try to clean the stall while <em><strong>"I"</strong></em> am eating. How disgusting is that? Have <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> no stall manners at all?<br/>
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Worse yet, please no more of that <em><strong>pathetic</strong></em> whinnying on the way to the barn. I like the crabbier you better. W<strong>ho ever told "YOU" to act like a horse anyway!</strong> <br/>
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<em><strong>Just this once, give me a Break!</strong></em> <br/>
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<em><strong>"YOUR"</strong></em> so called . . . . <strong><em>SPOILED,</em></strong> but not <em><strong>"FAT",</strong></em> <strong>Old Mare</strong><br/>
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Just make sure <em><strong>"YOU"</strong></em> bring <em><strong>"ME"</strong></em> all of <em><strong>"MY"</strong></em> EXTRA CARROTS! <strong><br/>
</strong> <br/>
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<strong>Happy Easter</strong><br/>
<em><strong>Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.</strong></em> <br/>
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<em>Live for the <strong>WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!<br/>
</strong></em> <br/>
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Love Roberta<br/>
<br/>
Roberta Edstrom<br/>
CEO<br/>
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The Last Ranch
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-04-03:1773158:BlogPost:216756
2010-04-03T00:41:22.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
http://www.barnmice.com/profile/RobertaEdstrom
I found this last night on Facebook and it reminded me that lately I have not felt like a very good friend.<br />
<h3>"Someone in your friend's list is going thru a really tough time, losing a loved one, making a tough decision, having major surgery, starting a new job, losing their job, or just feeling all alone. If you see them today give them a hug and let them know you care. If you don't see them, stop and think about them for a minute and wish them well."</h3>
Taking a moment just to share a…
I found this last night on Facebook and it reminded me that lately I have not felt like a very good friend.<br />
<h3>"Someone in your friend's list is going thru a really tough time, losing a loved one, making a tough decision, having major surgery, starting a new job, losing their job, or just feeling all alone. If you see them today give them a hug and let them know you care. If you don't see them, stop and think about them for a minute and wish them well."</h3>
Taking a moment just to share a hug, a cup of coffee or a meal is what should be in the heart and soul for all of us.<br />
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Lets say a horse needed help. I know that everyone who will ever read this, would help in a second. My question is, should our friends that need help deserve any less.<br />
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A few years back, one of our horse neighbors, a man who raised quality Belgians, walked out to the back forty of his property and never came back. He left his wife a note saying he could just not deal with life any longer. Sometimes, life can just be harder for a friend, a neighbor, or another horse lover then we can ever imagine.<br />
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<em><strong>It is something about the life of a Cowgirl or Cowboy that says we should not complain, that someone else always has it worse.</strong></em><br />
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I just found out that a great friend recently had lost their ranch. The couple worked their entire life for endless hours at a time, they raised their family, worked cattle for nearly 50 years, and now everything is gone but a few head of horses. I feel as if I should have known.<br />
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I should have been ready with some extra hugs, a big smile and a shoulder if she needed one.<br />
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<em><strong>This life is simple, check on your horse, then check on your family and friends.</strong></em> Most of all, share a whinny to anybody that needs one, no matter what.<br />
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<em><strong>I do mean no matter what.</strong></em><br />
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Over the years, I have been ran over, hurt: a broken leg, a broken foot, two broken ankles at the same time and a broken wrist all from horses. I have been bruised, step on and bit. In fact. I was pick off the ground when a stallion bit me between the shoulder blades.<br />
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I have had my pants ripped off my body with blood pouring down leg as a green horse tried to see if he could unload me on the nearest fence post. I have been up-side down and turned backwards, dumped in a river and went for a swim. I have had a horse run over a skunk and been pissed on a couple of times. But the truth of the matter is, I never take any of that personally.<br />
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<em><strong>In fact, most of horse lovers wear our horse stories as a code of honor and we keep coming back for more.</strong></em><br />
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Here is another fact, most people, who piss you off, our just hurting themselves and sometimes, they just do not know any other way to express all the heaped up pain. Their pile of manure is just too overwhelming to move anymore.<br />
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So for today, no matter what, share a hug, a smile or a laugh, even if that Cowboy you know says they don't need one. Just head for the barn and check on them anyway.<br />
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<em><strong>After all, it is the Cowboy way, care for the entire herd, no matter what.</strong></em><br />
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Most important, remember to share the whinny. Besides, with just the herd of horses y0u own, there is an infinite supply.<br />
<em>...................................Change a life and <strong>"Share "</strong> the Whinny!</em><br />
<br />
<em><strong>Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.</strong></em><br />
<br />
<em>Now, let me hear it, <strong>WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!<br />
</strong></em><br />
<br />
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<br />
Love Roberta<br />
<br />
Roberta Edstrom<br />
CEO<br />
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<br />
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<br />
<em><strong>Knot-A-Tail's April's <a href="http://knot-a-tail.com/node/512">Anniversary Celebration</a> : contest and prizes</strong></em><br />
<br />
Join in the fun and celebration. An entire month of prizes given away ever day. <em><strong><br />
</strong></em><br />
<br />
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Never barrel race your pleasure horse
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-04-01:1773158:BlogPost:215950
2010-04-01T13:32:14.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
http://www.barnmice.com/profile/RobertaEdstrom
<br></br>It has rained for three days just prior to the our club's yearly horse show. Everything was under water when we arrived. A few of the men rounded-up some shovels and dug some trenches to help drain the water from the Arena.
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I hung out with a few other rides, and we sat along side of the arena, just waiting for someone to hit the dirt. We were actually taking bets on which rider would be the dirtiest by the end of the day. Not good, I know, but this was in my younger, more naive…
<br/>It has rained for three days just prior to the our club's yearly horse show. Everything was under water when we arrived. A few of the men rounded-up some shovels and dug some trenches to help drain the water from the Arena.
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I hung out with a few other rides, and we sat along side of the arena, just waiting for someone to hit the dirt. We were actually taking bets on which rider would be the dirtiest by the end of the day. Not good, I know, but this was in my younger, more naive days.<br />
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<strong>After each event, we would giggle and carry on, just knowing by the end of the day, someone would be wearing that mud.</strong><br />
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It was one of those days, that my seasoned pleasure horse was doing fairly well, and I was in for the running of the high point trophy, which meant that I would have to game my pleasure horse if I wanted to take the "All Around Trophy' home.<br />
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I found a snaffle bit for Punky and we were in for a fun afternoon of playing games.<br />
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<em><strong>I could not beleive it, but by the end of the day, the two of us had taken ribbons home in every event and a lot of them were Blue.</strong></em><br />
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It was the last event and because of a timer malfunction, I was about to be the last rider of the day and no one had hit the dirt yet. Our names were called, we were up and off I went. I plowed reined that pleasure horse around the first barrel and then the second. The mud was bad, but I heard the crowd cheering us on as I can out of the second turn. Without thinking, I slapped that horse to make him move just a little faster.<br />
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<em><strong>Big mistake.</strong></em> We rounded the last barrel, and with mud flying in every direction, that old pleasure horse just decided he was going to get the heck out of there and to my great surprise, he dug in and scooted for home. He dug into the mud for all he was worth. I never in my life saw that old guy run so fast, ever.<br />
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<strong><em>It was amazing, unfortunately, in that instant, we departed company.</em></strong><br />
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<img style="border: 0 none; float: left; margin-right: 15px;" src="http://i44.tinypic.com/21ox2qv.jpg" alt="Horse hair bracelet"/><br />
I was sitting on the ground, in the worst mud puddle of the all, dug deep from every horse digging into that third turn. I was covered from head to toe, no clean spots left, my long dark brown hair dripping and caked entirely with mud.<br />
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The next thing I saw was my friend Danny was ponying back my horse. His clean cowboy hat dipped very low to hide his face and the fact that he just couldn't stop laughing.<br />
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The only thing I hurt was my pride so I picked up my mud socked hat, shock off as much mud as I possible could and climbed back into the saddle dripping with mud. I turned to wave good-bye to a cheering crowd and started to laugh my head off.<br />
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That day as stuck with me for 40 years.<br />
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This was a perfect demonstration of manifesting what we think about in our lives.<br />
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Do you know what the Moral of the story is?<br />
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<em><strong>Be careful of what you wish for, you just might get it, even if it is a mud bath wished for someone else.</strong></em><br />
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Thoughts becomes things, so think the good ones.<br />
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<em>Change your life think about how great a morning whinny makes you feel, and <strong>"BECOME"</strong> the Whinny!</em><br />
<br />
<em><strong>Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.</strong></em><br />
<br />
<em>Now, let me hear it, <strong>WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!<br />
</strong></em><br />
<br />
<img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/15hbhjo.jpg" alt=""/>Daily Oats: Food for the Horse lover's soul<br />
<br />
Totally just for fun.... a Facebook quiz:<br />
<a href="http://apps.facebook.com/kat_quizzes/index.php?qid=001&ref=nf" target="_blank">"How horse crazy are you?</a><br />
<br />
Love Roberta<br />
<br />
Roberta Edstrom<br />
CEO<br />
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<br />
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<br />
Please join me on Facebook. We certainly are not the largest horse group on Facebook, but I guarantee we have the most horse giggles around.<br />
<br />
<br />
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The Cowboy's wife
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-03-30:1773158:BlogPost:214850
2010-03-30T12:51:38.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
http://www.barnmice.com/profile/RobertaEdstrom
After some years into my marriage, I made a phone call to three other Horsewomen I knew that would change my marriage forever.<br />
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The phone call went something like this. "I want to start a prayer group to <em><strong>pray for my husband,</strong></em> otherwise I am going to file for a divorce."<br />
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To my surprise, the other three women instantly agreed saying almost the same thing about the Cowboys in their lives.<br />
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Within a week, we meet and one of the wives had picked out a book that we might…
After some years into my marriage, I made a phone call to three other Horsewomen I knew that would change my marriage forever.<br />
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The phone call went something like this. "I want to start a prayer group to <em><strong>pray for my husband,</strong></em> otherwise I am going to file for a divorce."<br />
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To my surprise, the other three women instantly agreed saying almost the same thing about the Cowboys in their lives.<br />
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Within a week, we meet and one of the wives had picked out a book that we might enjoy reading. It was an older book that was out of print and it was hard to find. The book was "How to be the wife of a happy husband". There was also a counterpart to the book, well you guess it, How to be the husband of a happy wife.<br />
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<em><strong>WARNING:: Do not read either of these books unless you are ready to change the person within.</strong></em><br />
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By the time I got to the end of the first chapter, I was in tears knowing just how bad of an ass I had been to my husband. I had no idea that some of the things I was doing to him in the words of the book "Was castrating him!<br />
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I had married a a great man, who had proven to me many times over that he would stand his ground, no matter what winds blow our way, and protect and provide for his family. I just had forgot about all those moments as the years had moved forward in our marriage.<br />
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What I learned from that book was to take responsibility for my part in our marriage, both the good and the bad. What I learned even more is the fact that it was not the marriage that I was unhappy with, but myself and my own life.<br />
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At the time, we had money problems, kid problems, horse problems, and both of us had job problems. How easy I found it to blame the one person the closest to me, my Cowboy.<br />
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I spent more than a few nights crying reading that book. Even more so, at the prayer group, we spent more time praying for change within ourselves, than we ever did for our husbands. That book, made me grow-up and become a partner to one of the best Cowboy I ever had the privilege to know.<br />
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We spent another 10 years together before he became sick with terminal cancer. I often ask myself, "what if". What if I had never read that crazy book. I think that I would have missed some of the best years of my life.<br />
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It is easy, during these trying times, to forget what a blessing we can be as the Cowboy's wife. We, as the female around the ranch can be such a blessing sometimes by saying nothing. I recommend instead of anger or a fight, grab your cowboy, your favorite horse, and go for a ride. Then wait. Wait for your heart to open and remember that your Cowboy hurts too, even if he will never tell you that. Here is my guarantee. If you open your heart up and forget about the ego trying to make someone right and someone wrong, you will find the love all over again.<br />
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Sometimes. I think I would trade my very soul for one less fight for one more ride together. Can you image, if I had started writing Daily Oats, when my husband was alive? I can see us both heading to the barn, letting our more whinys than all of the horses put together.<br />
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Today, let the whiny be for someone you love. Perhaps, someone you need to forgive. Remember this, if there is someone in your life that you need to forgive, it is usually something within ourselves that we need to forgive first. Don't wait, this life does end, so make all our ending the best ones you can imagine.<br />
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Charlie, he is a morning whiny, sweetie, just for you. The biggest one I have got yet.<br />
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WWWWWHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!<br />
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I left out the names of the other Cowboys wives, because I know that at least one of them reads Daily Oats. I am hoping she will say hi. (hay, Terry, I hope you tell them what you learned)<br />
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Love Roberta<br />
<br />
Roberta Edstrom<br />
CEO<br />
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We just started a Daily Oats group on Facebook, mosey on over and post your inspirational story or one of your favorite horse quotes.<br />
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So ride on over to read Inspirational quotes for horse lovers, <em><strong>Daily Oats on</strong></em> <a href="http://www.facebook.com/reqs.php#%21/group.php?gid=112085265474314" target="_blank">Facebook</a><br />
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<em><strong>Another great horse story</strong></em>: Prince is nominated for Knot-A-Tail's honored equine. Read how Prince helped a terminally ill girl. Read Prince's story on Knot-A-Tail's <a href="https://knot-a-tail.com/Honored-equine" target="_blank">Honored Equine page</a><br />
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The death of the Sun red Colt
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-03-26:1773158:BlogPost:213923
2010-03-26T19:00:00.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
http://www.barnmice.com/profile/RobertaEdstrom
<br></br>Is there anything better than watching the colts and fillies playing their games?
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Kicking their heels high in the air, <a href="http://review.barnmice.com/horse-sports/hunter-jumper/" target="_blank">jumping</a> and bouncing being the center of their universe. I have a passion for the babies. Like so many horse lovers, years ago my husband and I bought a stallion, a few mares and breed a few babies.<br></br>
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I love watching them and playing with them. Just like kids, they learn so…
<br/>Is there anything better than watching the colts and fillies playing their games?
<br/>
Kicking their heels high in the air, <a target="_blank" href="http://review.barnmice.com/horse-sports/hunter-jumper/">jumping</a> and bouncing being the center of their universe. I have a passion for the babies. Like so many horse lovers, years ago my husband and I bought a stallion, a few mares and breed a few babies.<br/>
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I love watching them and playing with them. Just like kids, they learn so fast, and the seem to be able to bring out the best in me.<br/>
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I had waited a couple of years to have a colt out of my husband's mare Robyn. We got our wish, although I was hoping with a little more color, the colt was just like his mom and as deep fire burst red that seemed to match the glow of the morning sun.<br/>
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During one of my early morning feedings, I discovered my long-awaited colt, laying flat in his stall with sever diarrhea. He barely had the energy left to lift his head. I made an immediate call to the vet. The vet arrived in no time, but was not very optimistic. After doing all she could, she said she would be back in a few hours and if he was not any better by evening, she thought the best thing would be putting the colt down. For some reason, he had become extremely sick<br/>
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The hours were pure torture and agony as I only thought the worst. My husband and I took turns keeping an eye on him as the hours passed. I did not see any hope for the little guy as the day continued on, there was no change.<br/>
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I saw the vet drive down the long driveway. She was early. I headed for the little guy's stall to say goodbye. I sat down next to him, and just talked about how glad I was to have him in my life even though it was so such a short period of time. I put my arms around him and said one more prayer for him. I rose back to my feet and headed out the stall door not bothering to shut it. I walked out the front barn doors to meet the Vet.<br/>
<img src="http://i43.tinypic.com/s2t9xc.jpg" alt="Horse hair bracelet" style="border: 0pt none; float: left; margin-right: 15px;"/><br/>
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She smiled and as I turned around to see why, the little guy was up and walking out of the stall.<br/>
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<em><strong>Needless, to say, he made it.</strong></em><br/>
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(the photo is of Ace at the age of two and my granddaughter at 18 months)<br/>
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I am the kind of person that always thinks the worst possible things are always going to happen. In fact, I have spent most of my life imagining the worst.<br/>
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That good things happen to everyone else, but not me. Does that sound familiar? How quickly I can forget all the blessing in my life. I did not wait for the colt to live that day, I had waited for him to die.<br/>
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Recently, my partner left me with this statement " <em><strong>What is the best that could happen?</strong></em> To my surprise, I do not remember ever asking myself that question. Ever!<br/>
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I think I am getting to be a pretty old horseman never to have asked myself such a question.<br/>
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Now, I have posted a note on my computer reminding me to think about<br/>
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<em><strong>" What is the best that could happen today?"</strong></em> <br/>
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I have found that the one phrase has changed my life. I find happiness and joy in the problems I have to face for the day. That one statement has completely changed my way of thinking and my life is far better. My life has started to change from being a struggle to being a compete joy, like a spring trail ride with best friends.<br/>
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<em><strong>So for today, grab a post-a-note, post it everywhere, and change you life.</strong></em><br/>
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What is the best that could happen to me today??<br/>
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Remember, become the whinny: become the best whinny of your own life. When you wake in the morning, make the first whinny of the day, the loudest one of the day in celebration of you.<br/>
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Never again, will I wait for the colt to die, but I will wait for him to live.<br/>
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Live your best day yet.<br/>
<em>...................................Change your life and <strong>"BECOME"</strong> the Whinny!</em><br/>
<br/>
<em><strong>Greet the world like your horse greets you, as if there is no tomorrow.</strong></em> <br/>
<br/>
<em>Now, let me hear it, <strong>WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!<br/>
</strong></em> <br/>
<br/>
<img src="http://i49.tinypic.com/15hbhjo.jpg" alt="Daily Oats"/><a target="_blank" href="http://dailyoats.wordpress.com/%20">Daily Oats</a> Food for the Horse lover's soul<br/>
<br/>Love Roberta <br/>
Roberta Edstrom<br/>
CEO<br/>
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<br/>
Sharing the connection to you with our amazing equine jewelry collection along with our authentic horse hair gear.<br/>
<br/>
Please join me on Facebook. We certainly are not the largest horse group on Facebook, but I guarantee we have the most horse giggles around.<br/>
<br/>
<br/>
<em><strong>Visit Roberta</strong></em> <em><strong>on</strong></em> <a target="_blank" href="http://www.facebook.com/business/dashboard/?ref=sb#/pages/Knot-A-Tail/103927397281">Facebook</a><br/>
<br/>
A great horse story: Prince is nominated for honored equine. Prince helps a terminally ill girl. Read Prince's story in Knot-A-Tail's <a target="_blank" href="https://knot-a-tail.com/Honored-equine">Honored Equine page</a><br/>
<br/>
To nominate a horse that you know, send your nomination to roberta@knotatail.com
Rattler Warning!
tag:www.barnmice.com,2010-03-22:1773158:BlogPost:212651
2010-03-22T17:12:45.000Z
Roberta Edstrom
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<br></br><h3>Here is my post this morning to my Facebook, thought you might enjoy the reactions.</h3>
Just wanted to let you know how my day started:<br></br>
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<img alt="Ratt'ler " src="http://i43.tinypic.com/nv2ja.jpg" style="border: 0pt none; float: left; margin-right: 15px;"></img> <em><strong><br></br>
THERE IS A HUGE RATTLER IN THE FRONT YARD;;;;;</strong><strong><br></br>
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<em><strong>INSIDE THE CEMENT WALL!!!!!!!!<br></br>
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<em><strong>It is OMG time!!!</strong></em><br></br>
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( PS: that was me as my heart was beating very fast, as I ran back into the…
<br/><h3>Here is my post this morning to my Facebook, thought you might enjoy the reactions.</h3>
Just wanted to let you know how my day started:<br/>
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<img style="border: 0pt none; float: left; margin-right: 15px;" src="http://i43.tinypic.com/nv2ja.jpg" alt="Ratt'ler "/><em><strong><br/>
THERE IS A HUGE RATTLER IN THE FRONT YARD;;;;;</strong><strong><br/>
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<em><strong>INSIDE THE CEMENT WALL!!!!!!!!<br/>
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<em><strong>It is OMG time!!!</strong></em><br/>
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( PS: that was me as my heart was beating very fast, as I ran back into the house.)<br/>
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This was true this morning. Saw the rattler twice. I actually did not mind so much as the huge surprise. I have to admit, I do love their warning system.<br/>
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<strong>Here are the comments" Please add a comment with your own snake story.</strong><br/>
<div><div id="text_expose_id_4ba54e3a3c5a5056b9b95"><strong>Sandee:</strong>: Oh yes Roberta - spring has sprung in Arizona!!</div>
<div><strong>Andrea:</strong> Not Good!</div>
<div><strong>Me: Well, I just might have to become an Arizona snowbird then.</strong></div>
<div><strong>Erica:</strong> oh Roberta! id be screammin n hollarin like a baby! I hate snakes! least hes outside</div>
<div>and not in your house! i hope he goes away</div>
<div><strong>Me: The birds chased him in under the bricks by the rose bushes. I never said that I was not screaming. My heart sure is pumping.</strong></div>
<div><strong>Me: First rattler up-close and very personal, WAY too personal</strong></div>
<div><strong>:</strong> Actually, I saw on the news that the first bite here in AZ for this year happened about a week ago - so they are out and about!! Caution everybody here in the SW!</div>
<div><strong>Pat::</strong> I thought you lived in WI. Evidently not. We have harmless grass snakes which was seen yesterday. Skunks are aplenty tho. Get rid a that ratt'ler. Who do you call?</div>
<div><strong>Natalie:</strong> LOL..I remember when I was a kid and lived in Susanville...same thing, went out back one day after lunch, there he was, coiled by the fence. Neighbor came and chased him off with a stick. I like snakes, so no probs there...here we only have the little garden type guys that are harmless and I love catching them and checking them out, then letting them go again...</div>
<div><strong>Lorette:</strong> Yep it is definitely snake time in the south. I am not fond of rattlers. Good thing is I keep finding bull snakes around my place and they tell me if you find them, you don't have to worry about rattlers. Either way, my heart gets pumping when I run across a snake as bulls look at lot like a western diamondback. Ours are prairie rattlers and they are yellow in color.</div>
<div><strong>Barbara:</strong> Anything but a rattler. Don't like those at all. Had a red mohave on the front patio last fall but we dropped him off across the road in the BLM land. Be careful!!!</div>
<div><strong>Pam:</strong> NO!! Not ready for that, YET! Never ready! BE CAREFUL!! Thinking about getting a few peacocks for my 5 acres! We are rattle snake central here, I just hate it!!</div>
<div><strong>Don:</strong> Peacocks prevent snakes?</div>
<div>: perhaps a mongoose would be helpful... don't panic... I've worked around rattlers..... they are not aggressive but very good at defending themselves... pay attention to where he goes... so you know where he might be hiding out... he was probably sunning himself... please be careful and I hope he doesn't end up around the horses... do you have wildlife control in your area??</div>
<div><strong>Pam:</strong> At times like this Im so glad I am a kiwi. Snakes cant survive here its too cold.</div>
<div><strong>Barbara</strong>: call the police (not 911) and they'll give you the name of a snake removal company who will come right out. if it's venomous, there's no charge because they bring it to a place that milks it. anyway, that's what we do because we get diamond back rattlers here in florida. hope that helps.</div>
<div><div><strong>Missy::</strong> I'd rather deal with a snake that has a rattler to warn me than the water moccasins I'd run into when I'd be visiting in the south. Very aggressive, even the babies.</div>
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<div><strong>Karen:</strong> How cool! I have not seen a rattler since I was a kid growing up in Southern Cal.</div>
<div><strong>Julie::</strong> I hate snakes I hate hate hate them!!!!!!</div>
<div><strong>SoS0</strong>:: from cool to hate. I love how the subject of snakes tends to bring out a lot of emotions... I used to have a zoo-mobile and one of the most requested animals was a 15 ft. Boa that I worked with even the smaller Ball Pythons would bring a big reaction. kids love to talk about snakes. the fear of snakes is a very ancient instinct, not only because of the biblical story of the Garden of Eden but studies show that primate groups are also wary of and stay away from snakes even going so far as to have a special call to alert the troop.... funny story... a monkey in one of the troops learned to give the call while the others were eating so he could move in on the food... after a while they figured it out... sort of like the little boy who cried wolf...</div>
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Roberta, I think you have a great blog story here.... <br/>
<h3>Brandon:: Omg is right. i hate snakes. Run forest run.</h3>
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<div>Well as you might have guessed, I not going to even try to convince anyone today to overcome their fears. From the moment the word RATTLER crossed my mind, all bets were off.</div>
A reader posted this for some "what to do about snakes with horses:<br/>
<a href="http://www.thehorse.com/ViewArticle.aspx?ID=6165" target="_blank"></a><a href="http://www.thehorse.com/ViewArticle.aspx?ID=6165">Snake Bite Preparedness</a> <br/>
<div>Just remember, no matter what, they are all just another WHINNY around the barn yard.</div>
<div>All my love for today, and may there only be a few new Baby Rattles in your world this spring. Baby horse rattles that is.</div>
<div>Happy Spring.</div>
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<em>Now, let me hear it, <strong>WHINNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNY!!<br/>
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