Kids and Ponies

Of Kids and Ponies -- We looked a long time for a nice pony for the grandkids and found Jeannie.

She's as cute as a bug's ear don't you think?

Jeannie is 18 years old and has a raised a passel of kids -- in other words she is PERFECT!
I think she is a Shetland/Mini cross and is a whopping nine hands tall.  Last weekend the grandkids were introduced and Jeannie is a HIT.  As we knew she would be.

OF course one's new pony must be thoroughly approved by the little brother and then properly brushed.

And then for a ride around on her.  I bet by the end of the summer, granddaughter is riding her in the round pen by herself.  Jeannie is not a lazy pony at all and really steps out nicely.  A feature that will be much more appreciated as time goes on; but I think the kids found it a little intimidating at first.

It wasn't all fun and games.  There was some SERIOUS discussion going on here--grandson, grandpa and Uncle -- 3 generations.

Aunt L and Grandson were official supervisors for part of the big foray into Pony Land.

And we will probably never know who wound up being the best roper but I really don't think it was anyone in this picture!!!

It was a PERFECT DAY!

Oh and Grandma is really partial to this pony because

This IS Grandma with her 7th birthday present in 1958! Her name was Heidi and she was PERFECT too!

Fogwaughism or How To Lie Your Way Through Life

After #1 Son realized at the ripe old age of four, that Father had a propensity for telling "Whoppers" and only resorted to the Truth as a Last Resort, we enter an age of constant verbal sparring in the house.

Sometime around Thanksgiving, somebody served peas at a family gathering.  Now  Niece had a false tooth, the result of a nasty bicycle accident in her youth.  #1 Son announced, "I don't like Peas" upon which Niece popped out her false tooth and proclaimed "I don't blame you.  Peas rotted out my teeth."

#1 Son's eyes widened and I'm sure he resolved to never eat Peas again as long as the Grass Grows and The Buffalo Crap on the Prairie.

A few weeks later, well into the Christmas Season, Father had had it with the Pea Refusal Brigade composed entirely of #1 Son.  "Eat your damn peas or I'll tell Santa on you" Father smirked.

"Oh Yeah!! You don't even KNOW HIM!" #1 Son scoffed.

Whereupon Father went to the telephone (pre-cell age here guys, we still had that thing known as a Land-line) and dialed up the kid's grandpa.  #1 Son's eyes were bugging out!!

"Hey Santa, I got a kid here who won't eat his peas."  I guess the Psuedo-Santa must have requested to talk to the defiant tyke as Father handed the phone over to #1 Son, who uttered a string of UH-HUH, UH-HUH, Uh-Huh, hung up the phone and without saying a ne'er do well to his waiting parents, ate every damn last pea on his plate.

Oh Crap, the kid's grandpa was a Whopper-Teller TOO!!!

Where Did all This Stuff Come From?

Oh man, I'm right in the middle of a huge project -- cleaning out an garage that was full of stuff for the last ten years since we moved out to North of Nowhere.  And now I ask myself, what was I thinking??? Keeping all THIS STUFF????  I mean really, I thought I was going to USE a corn cutter that is still in the package after ten years.  Right.  I can not even GROW corn because the water out in North of Nowhere won't grow squat, it has too much sulfate.  And a rusty teapot, oh now that was something certainly worth packing around and taking up space for ten years. 

But then I discovered the gems,  the 4 x 6" and 4 x 4" gems and some 8 x 10" gems........................

Someone said, don't go through the pictures...you'll never get done.  But the pictures are mixed in with all the other stuff so I HAVE to go through them and now tonight I'm feeling nostaglic......I miss my little cowboys I think, empty nest syndrome or something.  HA

Here's #1 Son, myself and my childhood Pony in 1978.

 

#1 Son Wrangling in Yellowstone National Park in 1996.

Kids, this one was for you.  So you don't have to clean out all that crap after I'm gone like your Dad & I did for Grandpa, Nanny & Auntie the last few years.....oh right, that's where all this stuff came from!  Well maybe not all of it.  

Where did the time go?  And how did I get this old????  That's the real question............