The Tamarack Hill Facebook page [July 14, 2014, you’ll have to scroll down] has a post about perseverance. The relevant part for me was: You basically sucked? … Big damn deal. That`s why they invented tomorrow. Whine, feel sorry for yourself, have your little pity party—we`ll give you about a day for this, two atContinue reading “Show Today: Rocking S”
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Foto Friday: Spotted at Vulcan
Part of my Views of Vulcan project.
My Short Happy Modeling Career
Post inspired by my mother’s comment on Saturday’s post. [Repost] This is one of the vanishingly small number of pictures of myself that I like. It is a good picture because my father was an accomplished photographer. It is a good picture of me because I am annoyed. It happened thusly, Background: My father wasContinue reading “My Short Happy Modeling Career”
Rodney’s Progress: Zirgs-prens
Rodney’s poop has changed. When he first arrived and for years, Rodney had enormous poops. Both the amount deposited and the size of the bolus. For those who might not have spent quite as much time contemplating the subject, horse manure is released as piles of semi-distinct rounded oblongs. Google horse manure if you needContinue reading “Rodney’s Progress: Zirgs-prens”
Placeholder II
Update – Title changed. Apparently I wasn’t even being original, Placeholder. If I were less uptight, I would skip this post and let the blogsphere turn without me for a day. But I’m not, so I can’t. (“Surely I can arrange my life to say something, even if it’s ‘Hi There’ each day.” [Where?]) HiContinue reading “Placeholder II”
The Mysterious Secret To Opening Feed Bags
When I started at the saddle seat barn, the kids weren’t sure how much I knew about horses. One of them asked if I knew how to tack up. Trick question. My horse, yes. Your horses, not so much. In their defense, if you see a rider taking once-a-week, school-horse lessons and flailing around atContinue reading “The Mysterious Secret To Opening Feed Bags”
Text Art: College & University Alphabet
How many can you identify? Some are/were local to me. Some are family & friends. Some, I just needed the letter.