<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403</id><updated>2009-12-30T21:54:52.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mustang Saga</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>844</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-1275409840255163694</id><published>2009-12-30T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T21:54:52.727-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good, good news!  No more chemo, no new port, put that cancer in the back of the closet and forget about it for a while!  Of course there is still plenty of treatment to come, but the worst is over, things are really looking up and my sister is starting to get her life back.  I love it.  Brings tears to my eyes, it's so wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life really is moving on, and tonight I finally bit the bullet and sent an email asking about possible openings as a working apprentice/student with a local horse trainer.  I don't know if they have openings, or if they'll think I'm the right fit (I have time constraints, what with having kids and all).  So it might go nowhere.  In which case I'll figure something else out.  My second choice would probably be working with my vet if they have any openings.  I might even get paid for that kind of work.  :)  Someone else suggested I write.  Not sure where I'd even start with that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No horsework today, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt;!  I was looking back at my blog posts and you'd have a hard time realizing this is a mustang blog.  I need to remedy that, soon.  Weather permitting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-1275409840255163694?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1275409840255163694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=1275409840255163694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/1275409840255163694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/1275409840255163694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/good-good-news-no-more-chemo-no-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-2146249058500271404</id><published>2009-12-29T22:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:44:02.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just checking in.  And wondering - what is with young girls and all the black eyeliner these days?  (Does asking that question mean I'm getting old?  Don't answer that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Break is awesome.  I'm sleeping in until sometime in the 7:00 hour every day.  I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got over a cold.  Mostly.  I felt good and was ready to do some horsework.  But we went to town instead, which was also fun, and ended in a crafty evening with the kids.  Then I took dinner to my sister's family and watched them play on their new Wii.  I think that's how you spell that...  They love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lea asked, and I forgot to answer in comments.  Yes, my sister got some new bad news on the cancer.  I don't think it's seriously tragic news, but could mean she needs more chemo.  It seems they found active cancer cells in the tissue they removed during the mastectomy.  They'd been hoping to find it all neutralized by the chemo she'd done.  She's been waiting for more information on what this means, which is never fun.  Seems like the worst times are the times you don't know what's going to happen.  Tomorrow she'll finally know more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandma (my mom's mom) was in the hospital again, but is home now.  I talked to her tonight and she sounded pretty feisty.  She's awesome.  We talked about milk cows, how I want one but can't commit.  She told me how her mom got her and her four siblings through the depression in good health because they had a nice little milk cow who gave them plenty of milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...  Sorry for not having much in the way of horse news.  No news is good news, right?  They are healthy, and happy, and the boys play together quite a bit.  I caught Tonka pulling Scout's tail the other day, not letting go, and they were going around and around in circles until I ducked into the other room to get my camera.  Of course I returned to find them just standing there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a snowstorm coming in tonight!  For once I am glad for snow.  John can stay home with me, and hopefully the kids can finally do some sledding.  It should be a good, quiet day at home.  Perhaps some good horse photo ops?  I hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-2146249058500271404?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2146249058500271404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=2146249058500271404' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/2146249058500271404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/2146249058500271404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-checking-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-6892770582262681968</id><published>2009-12-26T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:58:31.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Christmas has come and gone and I hope you had a good one!  My Christmas morning was beautiful, out in the sunshine, just me and the hoses, (yes hoses, not horses) filling troughs.  I did actually spend a little time with the horses.  Scout got to come out and visit for a bit when I thought I saw him kicking and looking at his belly.  I put him back when he seemed just fine.  Maybe he was just bothered by the sound of electric tape gate that he had knocked onto the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later I went back out and started up the tractor, tried to use its weight to squish down the frozen corrugated mud that the horses were having trouble walking in.  It kinda worked.  Scout was NO help at all though.  He'd get in front of the tractor, stick his nose in the bucket, checking out the various parts, and he would not move for anything!  Finally I just drove into him (slowly of course!) and he'd move a step at a time, sideways or backward.  He never really did get out of the way much.  Goofy baby.  I can't wait to ride this un-spooky horse!  I bet he'd make a great police horse, not afraid to push into a big orange tractor with a hollering, arm-waving, clapping person in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Christmas morning though.  The kids got up at 4:30!  Crazy.  I told them they had to wait for 6:30, and they did.  But they didn't go back to bed, they stayed up.  They had a great Christmas and were busy with their loot all day, except when we went to John's mom's for dinner and more presents.  Speaking of dinner, it's diet time now.  I've been a pig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I'm not blogging much.  I'm thinking a lot, and there's something building.  I think I need to make some life changes.  I've been thinking a lot about how to grow as a person, how to move on with my life, build something more, and how to make the world a better place.  Lots of things.  One thing I really thought hard about on Christmas Eve, was how do you get out of a dark spot when so many things are going bad?  All I could think of was to make something good of my own, something that spreads goodness, and heal myself a bit by helping others.  Because all I seem to hear lately are the bad things going on in the world.  I don't know how you people who watch the news can handle it.  I'm not exactly sure what I'm going to do.  But I need to do something different.  I'll probably post more about this in a few days, when "new years resolutions" are all the rage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All's well here on this farm.  All the people and critters are currently healthy.  So far as I know.  My sister, well, she's still a fighter, but she's getting tired of bad news and the cancer battle.  We're in the darkest part of winter and spirits are a little low, we're having to muster our strength.  I found Valentine, my Rhode Island Red hen, dead on Christmas morning.  She looked to have died peacefully in her sleep, cozy in her nesting box.  Still sad though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worry, is it wrong to post sad thoughts here on my blog?  Am I just spreading the disease?   I don't want to bring people down.  But I have a case of "I can't help but write it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  I have a good thing to share!  If you have a chance, watch the documentary "Wild Horse Redemption."  I liked it a lot.  It's about the Canon City correctional facility and their program where inmates train wild horses.  Part of me is irritated, because those guys break the law and get to do what I yearn to do - learn from wild horses every day with no distractions - but a larger part of me is glad that they get the chance to grow, through the grace of wild horses.  Netflix carries it if you don't have TV, like me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-6892770582262681968?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6892770582262681968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=6892770582262681968' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/6892770582262681968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/6892770582262681968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-has-come-and-gone-and-i-hope.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-4565257624153223918</id><published>2009-12-18T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T07:46:35.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I didn't realize it was their mud spa day or I wouldn't have taken the trouble of getting my saddle out.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Syuh8GzVVtI/AAAAAAAAEww/FpFOX1Le_Fg/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Syuh8GzVVtI/AAAAAAAAEww/FpFOX1Le_Fg/s400/019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416601030833297106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Move it, youngster!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Syuh71WKvFI/AAAAAAAAEwo/GinLUsl1ExU/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Syuh71WKvFI/AAAAAAAAEwo/GinLUsl1ExU/s400/025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416601026147564626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least his armpit is clean.  It's important to have clean armpits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Syuh7bKCHKI/AAAAAAAAEwg/TacJ1r-JNfk/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Syuh7bKCHKI/AAAAAAAAEwg/TacJ1r-JNfk/s400/061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416601019117345954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?  It was his idea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Syuh7EOt0II/AAAAAAAAEwY/vM5RK1wf5Jg/s1600-h/082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Syuh7EOt0II/AAAAAAAAEwY/vM5RK1wf5Jg/s400/082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416601012962971778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tearing it up.  My pasture.  Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyuhQX9IRBI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/T3ZYJ1xnZ-o/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyuhQX9IRBI/AAAAAAAAEwQ/T3ZYJ1xnZ-o/s400/096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416600279523542034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love the way his little hoof is in focus here.  He's due for a trim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyuhQNNHdEI/AAAAAAAAEwI/Ayo2-cQ4bB8/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyuhQNNHdEI/AAAAAAAAEwI/Ayo2-cQ4bB8/s400/101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416600276637807682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha!  You should've been there.  This was toward the end of a good 15 foot side-slide after falling down at full speed.  A good belly laugh is so good for the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyuhPoyl_cI/AAAAAAAAEwA/Vkkk25bk8hk/s1600-h/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyuhPoyl_cI/AAAAAAAAEwA/Vkkk25bk8hk/s400/105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416600266862886338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wouldn't want that evil eye pointed at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyuhPZ7HcWI/AAAAAAAAEv4/gUa0Sx2mTFI/s1600-h/126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyuhPZ7HcWI/AAAAAAAAEv4/gUa0Sx2mTFI/s400/126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416600262872101218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you done now, boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyuhPMFYrdI/AAAAAAAAEvw/lvNe-Zgqhc0/s1600-h/161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyuhPMFYrdI/AAAAAAAAEvw/lvNe-Zgqhc0/s400/161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416600259157077458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Poor old Soxy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-4565257624153223918?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4565257624153223918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=4565257624153223918' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/4565257624153223918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/4565257624153223918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-didnt-realize-it-was-their-mud-spa.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Syuh8GzVVtI/AAAAAAAAEww/FpFOX1Le_Fg/s72-c/019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-435049278021851934</id><published>2009-12-17T17:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T17:10:12.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyrWGGvX4aI/AAAAAAAAEvo/qJ7_vzDEqSk/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyrWGGvX4aI/AAAAAAAAEvo/qJ7_vzDEqSk/s400/065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416376902243312034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In case you can't tell, he's not the least bit sorry he covered himself in mud and I didn't get to ride.  In fact, I think he's having the time of his life and inviting me to join him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-435049278021851934?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/435049278021851934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=435049278021851934' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/435049278021851934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/435049278021851934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-case-you-cant-tell-hes-not-least-bit.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyrWGGvX4aI/AAAAAAAAEvo/qJ7_vzDEqSk/s72-c/065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-8491015075448702446</id><published>2009-12-16T18:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T18:27:14.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My house is too small for Christmas.  Seriously.  I'm not kidding.  I don't enjoy decorating for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes (okay, a LOT) I get weird songs in my head from nowhere.  Right now it's If You're Happy and You Know It.  (Clap your hands).  Often it's Que Sera Sera.  Or the  123456789 10 11 12 song from Sesame Street.  Any OTHER time of year (not Christmastime) it might be a Christmas song.  None of it makes any sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffers still doesn't charge shipping if you spend over $49, but Horse.com does, and they don't have the Country Cares program anymore either.  (I just remembered to buy my December wormer.)  If you want cash back from your shopping, you should Bing.  Shop through their shopping option on their search engine and they'll pay you a percentage back.  Pretty neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've started watching the Walter Zettl "A Matter of Trust" dressage videos and so far I've very much enjoyed them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to ride my horse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to work with Scout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home from my sister's intending to get Scout out and my butt somehow glued itself to a chair instead.  Now, of course, it's too dark.  To work with horses, that is.  Not too dark to glue my butt to the chair again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This concludes this session of Random Thoughts.  I will now be eating cookies and decorating the Christmas tree with my kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-8491015075448702446?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8491015075448702446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=8491015075448702446' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/8491015075448702446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/8491015075448702446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-house-is-too-small-for-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-3463626050051381648</id><published>2009-12-15T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T22:28:04.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a quick and boring post tonight.  Wow, it's late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was our last puppy class.  Bummer!  They were fun.  Puppy play time was the best.  It was cool to see how much they'd progressed in their socialization from the first class to the last.  The agressive pug was behaving himself and the timid dogs were playing too.  Huck still liked the people almost more than the other puppies. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John and I might take Huck and Angus to the advanced dog obedience class in the spring.  We'll see.  It's pretty late at night for us, what with having kids and living out of town and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My iPod died!  I'm still in mourning even though it happened a couple days ago.  I bid on one just like it on eBay, but even used those things are expensive.  I didn't win it.  Not sure I'm going to pursue getting another one right away.  I've got too many vet bills to pay (all the dogs still need some follow-up done, especially India).  I can start lugging around my stack of CD's again, for driving music, and just do my boring repetitious poop scooping to the sound of my own head and the highway.  Blah.  Oh well, life does go on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's above freezing!  Has been all day!  Been raining too, of course.  Now that it's warm enough to work with a horse, the footing is very slick.  I might haul out to the arena, assuming I can get the trailer out of the driveway.  I'm dying to get some work done with my boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is still doing well.  Painful, but that's surgery for you...  I've been visiting her briefly every day.  We watched the Lesley Neuman gentling DVD together.  We'll probably watch something else tomorrow.  Makes me itch to work with Scout!  I imagine she's dying to just be able to go pet her horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bed!  I haven't been getting enough sleep lately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-3463626050051381648?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3463626050051381648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=3463626050051381648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/3463626050051381648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/3463626050051381648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-quick-and-boring-post-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-5636977837710749127</id><published>2009-12-14T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:15:39.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want your dog's undivided attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SycZfonWJ4I/AAAAAAAAEu4/1shDp4fCDS0/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 381px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SycZfonWJ4I/AAAAAAAAEu4/1shDp4fCDS0/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415325108205397890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dogs went absolutely bonkers over these homemade liver brownies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SycZfcZBH0I/AAAAAAAAEuw/2eScb1NtBxc/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SycZfcZBH0I/AAAAAAAAEuw/2eScb1NtBxc/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415325104924073794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 lb beef liver&lt;br /&gt;2-3 eggs&lt;br /&gt;1.5 cups corn meal&lt;br /&gt;1.5 cups wheat germ&lt;br /&gt;3-4 cloves garlic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puree all ingredients in a food processor.  (I don't have a food processor - used a blender for the liver, eggs and garlic to make a tasty looking smoothie, then stirred in the dry ingredients).  Spread in well greased pan (I used 9x13 for 1/2 inch thick treats) and cook for 20 minutes at 325.  Cut to the size you prefer.  Refrigerate or freeze unused portion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would imagine that if your dog is sensitive to corn or wheat you could substitute potato flakes, spelt, or any number of other dry ingredients.  You'd have to experiment to get the right consistency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SycZfJHU-hI/AAAAAAAAEuo/1MemaTE3lb4/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SycZfJHU-hI/AAAAAAAAEuo/1MemaTE3lb4/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415325099749603858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks much to my puppy class instructor for the recipe.  I needed a better training treat for Huck, and these DEFINITELY get his undivided attention.  Angus' eyeballs about popped out of his head and India let out a very unladylike snort as she tried to eat my hand.  Normally she's a very careful and dainty treat-taker, so that is rather remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were practically pawing all over each other trying to do a trick to get these.  I had a 3-paw handshake going on a couple times, but didn't get it on camera.  Did get the drool though.  There was sure lots of drool going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SycZ9JOOFdI/AAAAAAAAEvA/4FHEQ8EtHg4/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 387px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SycZ9JOOFdI/AAAAAAAAEvA/4FHEQ8EtHg4/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415325615174587858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-5636977837710749127?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5636977837710749127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=5636977837710749127' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/5636977837710749127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/5636977837710749127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/want-your-dogs-undivided-attention-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SycZfonWJ4I/AAAAAAAAEu4/1shDp4fCDS0/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-5394201093243235161</id><published>2009-12-13T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T11:23:43.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Huckleberry is feeling fine today.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyU-PebDSAI/AAAAAAAAEuY/ZdSpuCMA7BQ/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyU-PebDSAI/AAAAAAAAEuY/ZdSpuCMA7BQ/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414802562568374274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyU-O0v2agI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/h6OEZ-4dt98/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyU-O0v2agI/AAAAAAAAEuQ/h6OEZ-4dt98/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414802551381322242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyU-OiCyZhI/AAAAAAAAEuI/JP4Xggi5los/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyU-OiCyZhI/AAAAAAAAEuI/JP4Xggi5los/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414802546360477202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyU-OFjvQGI/AAAAAAAAEuA/vM2RleHtgVg/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyU-OFjvQGI/AAAAAAAAEuA/vM2RleHtgVg/s400/010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414802538714054754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Little Wolf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-5394201093243235161?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5394201093243235161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=5394201093243235161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/5394201093243235161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/5394201093243235161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/huckleberry-is-feeling-fine-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyU-PebDSAI/AAAAAAAAEuY/ZdSpuCMA7BQ/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-2620696787314338345</id><published>2009-12-12T21:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T22:03:30.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This little piggy went to the hospital.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyR3NjZeXII/AAAAAAAAEt4/k-H6rk_w_MQ/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyR3NjZeXII/AAAAAAAAEt4/k-H6rk_w_MQ/s400/029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414583726730271874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And another little piggy came home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.  Strike that.  Reverse it.&lt;br /&gt;(Name that movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, my sister (who I don't have a good picture of, and isn't a piggy) is home and is doing fantastic.  Sore, yes, but nothing like I expected.  I guess it's all the people who do reconstruction who have a really hard time of it.  Since she can't do that she's not in as much pain.  And I may be wrong, but in terms of her state of mind she seems more relieved than upset about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to my little &lt;s&gt;piggy &lt;/s&gt;puppy and his hospital visit.  After-hours emergency in a snowstorm, no less.  If we're going to do it, we may as well do it BIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He played with my sister's big heavy dog, who plays rough.  I watched her fold him in half under her flying body the other day.  Tonight he goes to get in the truck to go home and "yelp yelp yelp!"  Uh oh.  Well, maybe he sprained something and will be fine when we get home.  Not so, still yelping and belly is distended.  I felt him shaking in my lap (shock?) while we drove home.  John mentions internal bleeding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we call the vet hospital and fly in there as fast as we can in the snow.  Funny how fear can make you brave.  I have now gotten over my snow driving jitters for the winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, he had helped himself to the dog food that was left open at my sister's house.  His stomach is over twice the size it should be and is packed with food.  He is dehydrated from the water being sucked from his system to get that food digested.  His heart is a little stressed from lack of fluid and from pressure on the big blood vessels above his stomach.  They have him overnight and will be keeping him on IV fluids and walking him a lot to encourage pooping.  But he is not in ICU and they don't expect it to get worse.  It could, but it probably won't.  As with horses, the internal workings can twist, but they didn't see any evidence of that in the radiographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life.  Holy cow.  I think I'm ready for a little break.  What's next?  No doubt there will be another something.  Life does go on.  But I hope it holds off on the stressful stuff for a little while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-2620696787314338345?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2620696787314338345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=2620696787314338345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/2620696787314338345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/2620696787314338345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-little-piggy-went-to-hospital.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyR3NjZeXII/AAAAAAAAEt4/k-H6rk_w_MQ/s72-c/029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-167535178368478715</id><published>2009-12-11T23:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T23:23:02.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The surgery went fine, and they say they removed everything and saw no sign that it had spread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a really long day, and I didn't get to see my sister.  I was stuck with the kids.  Kids aren't allowed in the hospital because of the flu epidemic.  But I did talk to her on the phone and she sounded good.  I'm going to drive up again tomorrow and visit her.  She's hoping to get out tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW - DO NOT go see Light Before Christmas at the Imax theater.  It's all of 20 minutes long, and it's pretty awful.  There goes 60 some dollars plus parking, for nothing.  I was trying to keep the kids' minds off their mom but that didn't take up much of the time.  Luckily kids are pretty easily amused.  They spent the day watching TV and playing games on the computer.  Walked the dogs a few times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go try to get some sleep.  Thank you all &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so much&lt;/span&gt; for all the kind comments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-167535178368478715?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/167535178368478715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=167535178368478715' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/167535178368478715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/167535178368478715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/surgery-went-fine-and-they-say-they.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-6781027137822623459</id><published>2009-12-11T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T13:00:01.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>READ THIS: &lt;a href="http://damomma.com/2009/12/10/repost-how-i-came-to-believe-in-santa-2/"&gt;http://damomma.com/2009/12/10/repost-how-i-came-to-believe-in-santa-2/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I've set this to post at the time my sister should be going in to surgery.  Wish her well.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-6781027137822623459?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6781027137822623459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=6781027137822623459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/6781027137822623459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/6781027137822623459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/read-this-httpdamomma.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-7945829753603529281</id><published>2009-12-10T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T23:19:21.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my sister's mastectomy.  Pray they get all the cancer out.  She mentioned that her doctor thought she might have to do more chemo in addition to the radiation.  She dreads the chemo suite.  She'll still have to go regardless, but just for Herceptin which doesn't make her as sick.  I hope they get it all.  Every last speck of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-7945829753603529281?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7945829753603529281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=7945829753603529281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/7945829753603529281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/7945829753603529281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/tomorrow-is-my-sisters-mastectomy.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-197533537307633882</id><published>2009-12-09T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:49:08.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Story of the Bonehead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(in short)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Once apon a time, when he was a baby (because that's when all sorts of unbelievable things happened to him) Liam had a big yellow horse with black spots.  He was a very good horse, and Liam rode him around all over the place.  Then he got sick and died and we buried him out in the pasture by the south fenceline.  Sometimes you'll see his yellow hair drifting across the pasture in clumps, and his skull sits near the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In reality, none of this ever happened.  The "yellow hair" is insulation from the neighbor's disgusting nasty trailer that is falling apart on the hill.  The Bonehead really is laying near the driveway.  It's lived here longer than we have.  I have no idea what it's story is, but it is a horse skull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that, my friends, was what you saw in the mystery photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Behold, The Bonehead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyB5ZBc4l5I/AAAAAAAAEto/keyc9GFdSFI/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyB5ZBc4l5I/AAAAAAAAEto/keyc9GFdSFI/s400/039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413460222892611474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son has an awesome imagination.  And when he started calling it The Bonehead, I just about busted a gut.  Love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought someone for sure would guess it was a skull of some kind.  Or at least a bone.  The holey texture, flat white...  I guess I didn't realize how abstract the picture really was.  Even people who have seen the bonehead couldn't guess.  Thanks for playing anyway.  Sorry I made it so hard!  I really didn't mean to.  I'll have to come up with a new contest to make up for it.  But don't get mad if it takes me a while, my sister's surgery is in a couple days and I expect to be a bit busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-197533537307633882?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/197533537307633882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=197533537307633882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/197533537307633882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/197533537307633882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/story-of-bonehead-in-short-once-apon.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SyB5ZBc4l5I/AAAAAAAAEto/keyc9GFdSFI/s72-c/039.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-3201806422403679111</id><published>2009-12-08T09:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:21:52.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Scout may not have a freezebrand to mark him as a mustang, but today he had a frostbrand to mark him as mine.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Sx6SCkyyH4I/AAAAAAAAEtY/eNoDL3cwF7M/s1600-h/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Sx6SCkyyH4I/AAAAAAAAEtY/eNoDL3cwF7M/s400/028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412924375079985026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soxy is pretty well frosted every day thanks to her appalicious heritage, so hers didn't show up as well.  Just an indent in her wonderful winter coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Sx6SByq4tgI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/UWDAvBENx0U/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Sx6SByq4tgI/AAAAAAAAEtQ/UWDAvBENx0U/s400/031.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412924361625089538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonka's was a bit abstract.  He always has to be the "special" one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Sx6SBAFluiI/AAAAAAAAEtI/MPvybBLUyfw/s1600-h/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Sx6SBAFluiI/AAAAAAAAEtI/MPvybBLUyfw/s400/034.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412924348046883362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cisco is feeling pretty with his new eyelash fashion. It's an interesting image change for this big boy.  Midlife crisis maybe?&lt;br /&gt;He needs a few manprimping tips. &lt;br /&gt;The eyebooger and the hayseed - not so pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Sx6SAnXFrzI/AAAAAAAAEtA/g3NdlzqGrWc/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Sx6SAnXFrzI/AAAAAAAAEtA/g3NdlzqGrWc/s400/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412924341409394482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John couldn't figure this next one out so I thought I'd do a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If you can tell me what it is, you win.  Be as specific as you can.&lt;br /&gt;Prize...  Hmm...  I'll let you know later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is this photo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Sx6SC0D0cfI/AAAAAAAAEtg/bPhuMJr7d3w/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Sx6SC0D0cfI/AAAAAAAAEtg/bPhuMJr7d3w/s400/035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412924379177972210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty cold out.  The thermometer this morning said -0, which I thought was pretty odd until I noticed the .4 after the zero.  Not the coldest it gets here, but cold.  The only thing I'm really not enjoying about it is hauling buckets of hot water to melt the troughs.  We've contacted our electrician about having a couple outdoor outlets put in to get us by until we get the electric run back out to the horse barn, but of course he hasn't gotten back to us.  I'm sure he's not interested in working in this cold!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-3201806422403679111?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3201806422403679111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=3201806422403679111' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/3201806422403679111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/3201806422403679111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/scout-may-not-have-freezebrand-to-mark.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Sx6SCkyyH4I/AAAAAAAAEtY/eNoDL3cwF7M/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-8351270513115383177</id><published>2009-12-05T16:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T16:54:11.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Little Scout isn't too sure what to think of that big ol' saddle:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Sxr_GPL2l0I/AAAAAAAAEs4/0QRdkJ5OhwE/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Sxr_GPL2l0I/AAAAAAAAEs4/0QRdkJ5OhwE/s400/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411918384859617090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's gonna be one heck of a horse when he's done growing.  He's not very tall, and he may not get as tall as I expected, but he'll be a stout, sturdy fella.  I need to work with him more.  (I say that all the time and never do it.  Bad horse owner!)  He was very impatient with being tied and having his hooves handled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's cold out!  And it's going to get worse.  A &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt; of 11 on Monday, with wind.  Blech.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-8351270513115383177?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8351270513115383177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=8351270513115383177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/8351270513115383177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/8351270513115383177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-scout-isnt-too-sure-what-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Sxr_GPL2l0I/AAAAAAAAEs4/0QRdkJ5OhwE/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-6680338978488702136</id><published>2009-12-05T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T09:22:38.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My sister is getting internet!  So I wanted to ask y'all to post your favorite horse-related sites that she can check out.  I could also use some new reading material.  Blogs are great, but interactive forums or groups would be great too.  Most of the ones I'm on right now are stagnating for some reason, and I'd love a nice&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friendly&lt;/span&gt; place to join.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, it's about to get nasty here.  Wind chill up to -14 tomorrow night.  Only -3 tonight...  You can bet I'm going to feed lots of extra hay, and feed early so I don't have to be out in the worst of it.  Normally I feed around 8:00 at night.  Too cold!  Especially in the wind with this ear trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate - Thanks for the suggestions on that.  I'm taking Sudafed, ibuprofen, 2nd round of antibiotics, Claritin and Nasonex.  I think that's it.  I thought I might try mucinex, and also try to take the ibuprofen more consistently.  This is no fun.  And I'm hearing lots of stories about people who always have this problem and can't be helped.  That would be awful!  I need to find some sort of solution.  I might even go so far as to try an ear candle...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-6680338978488702136?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6680338978488702136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=6680338978488702136' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/6680338978488702136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/6680338978488702136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-sister-is-getting-internet-so-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-3150859971083131183</id><published>2009-12-04T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T21:11:54.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was another leather cleaning day.  I got my breastcollar all scrubbed and shiny, ready to go back on my horse.  The English bridle is still in process.  I'm trying to decide whether to oil it or not.  I also got a saddle started but didn't finish it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not really a whole lot to report around here.  The horses are happy.  I've started feeding them some alfalfa so they are loving mealtime even more than usual.  Last year I thought Tonka got a little goofy on alfalfa, but this year I realized he's just a different horse in the cold winter weather.  It probably doesn't help that I'm not spending near as much time with him.  The alfalfa I have is by no means high quality dairy type hay, it's well suited to horses with plenty of stem and not a lot of leaf.  Not near as pretty as a lot of hay I've seen, but not near as likely to get them revved up either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liam has been riding Soxy almost every day.  We didn't go today because we had other obligations.  Tomorrow may be a fun day for a snow ride.  But it's also getting pretty cold so it might be kind of unpleasant.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The troughs are icing up and I have no way to plug in heaters since we took the electricity down prior to tearing down the barn.  If we get a bad enough cold snap I'll have to figure out a way to do it unless I want to be hauling out hot water all the time.  That would not be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter...  It's a lot of work.  And sometimes boredom in the long black evenings.  But I'm getting some stuff done that I've put off for a while.  Soon I might tackle cleaning out the attic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minute question - anyone have any good advice for ear trouble caused by blocked eustacian tubes?  My ear is killing me today.  I'm on medication that isn't helping, and I tried a cup against my ear with a hot rag in it to draw the eardrum outward, which supposedly maybe helps open up and drain the eustacian tubes.  I'll keep doing that periodically.  Any other suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-3150859971083131183?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3150859971083131183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=3150859971083131183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/3150859971083131183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/3150859971083131183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-was-another-leather-cleaning-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-3838791740120283916</id><published>2009-12-01T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:11:59.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;India - A dog of many smiles. :)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxXzRDIMIoI/AAAAAAAAEsI/1hkXX_4UHJM/s1600-h/047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxXzRDIMIoI/AAAAAAAAEsI/1hkXX_4UHJM/s400/047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410498001578500738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxXzQtslxuI/AAAAAAAAEsA/BJkIkrpdL4A/s1600-h/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxXzQtslxuI/AAAAAAAAEsA/BJkIkrpdL4A/s400/048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410497995825596130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxXzQfCZGhI/AAAAAAAAEr4/3A1mUHKi10Q/s1600-h/049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxXzQfCZGhI/AAAAAAAAEr4/3A1mUHKi10Q/s400/049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410497991890508306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxXzQMix00I/AAAAAAAAErw/mfIu37HIKRM/s1600-h/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxXzQMix00I/AAAAAAAAErw/mfIu37HIKRM/s400/062.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410497986926072642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxXzPuWEbzI/AAAAAAAAEro/2zcAABydl2c/s1600-h/065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxXzPuWEbzI/AAAAAAAAEro/2zcAABydl2c/s400/065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410497978819702578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And an occasional snarl&lt;br /&gt;(not nearly often enough for that little whippersnapper.)&lt;br /&gt;(Wait a minute, I think Huck is bigger than her!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxX1rTNJp6I/AAAAAAAAEsQ/shepYlxlLjA/s1600-h/069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxX1rTNJp6I/AAAAAAAAEsQ/shepYlxlLjA/s400/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410500651594131362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bored pup rolling about moaning and snarling in some imaginary game while I raked leaves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxX1r5V_JvI/AAAAAAAAEsY/gv4lfFPWGgY/s1600-h/090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxX1r5V_JvI/AAAAAAAAEsY/gv4lfFPWGgY/s400/090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410500661831739122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't fit (too much rocker):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxX2AfIFvzI/AAAAAAAAEsw/GYFMCUFqnOQ/s1600-h/115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxX2AfIFvzI/AAAAAAAAEsw/GYFMCUFqnOQ/s400/115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410501015571382066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful moonrise:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxX1svVORXI/AAAAAAAAEso/bZ8I02ZFmLM/s1600-h/124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxX1svVORXI/AAAAAAAAEso/bZ8I02ZFmLM/s400/124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410500676324050290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy (and cold) kid:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxX1sHQc2YI/AAAAAAAAEsg/4nCNdGPZokE/s1600-h/127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxX1sHQc2YI/AAAAAAAAEsg/4nCNdGPZokE/s400/127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410500665566615938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had a great day today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-3838791740120283916?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3838791740120283916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=3838791740120283916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/3838791740120283916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/3838791740120283916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/12/india-dog-of-many-smiles.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxXzRDIMIoI/AAAAAAAAEsI/1hkXX_4UHJM/s72-c/047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-3052508265062556657</id><published>2009-11-30T18:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T19:02:55.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Some suggestions to cure a bad day - candles, kitties, cookies (I've had far too much comfort food lately) and of course a soft fluffy puppy named Huck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other things that helped shake off the blues, if only for a moment, were hard work:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxSFWkNSFlI/AAAAAAAAErg/lq66zuu1jt8/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxSFWkNSFlI/AAAAAAAAErg/lq66zuu1jt8/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410095675101812306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watching the horses kicking it up.  I didn't take pictures, I just put down my hay hooks and enjoyed ths show.  Cisco is FAST.  Tonka is an uncoordinated doof.   Scout is somewhere in between but he can really kick UP those heels.  Soxy stayed out of sight, not to be drawn into such childish play.  Moments later John showed up with cookies and helped unload the rest of the hay, then the kids came home and I got a big hug even though I was covered in hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright moon on a cold night, happy, hungry horses.  A hot bath perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I think I'm going to take the day off.  At least no trips to town.  I'm tired of trips to town.  My plans always seem to change before mid-morning though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-3052508265062556657?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3052508265062556657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=3052508265062556657' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/3052508265062556657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/3052508265062556657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/11/some-suggestions-to-cure-bad-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxSFWkNSFlI/AAAAAAAAErg/lq66zuu1jt8/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-608597751840608899</id><published>2009-11-30T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T15:25:56.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Anyone know the cure for a bad day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister's mastectomy is coming up at the end of next week.  I know they all say the chemo is the worst of it, and she had the last of her bad chemo treatments last week (YAY!) but the emotional part of the mastectomy...  It's stressing me out, just because I know how much it's stressing her out.   I know it means her life, but still, it's not easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent an hour and a half at the vet with two of my dogs, trying to get to the bottom of some things.   Came away with a bunch of pills and will do a re-check in two weeks.  Angus I'm not worried about.  His leaky urine problem is annoying but not life threatening.  India, though, concerns me.  So many little symptoms that don't add up to anything specific but I know she's not right.  I am almost positive she has cancer, but that's not really a diagnosis.  Anyway, we did x-rays today and came up with some interesting results, but nothing conclusive.  It looks like there's probably a mass in there.  Could be cancer, could be lymph nodes, or ???  Then he said, "hmm, there's something here too," and tried several different ways of looking at it, ending up still stumped.  So we wait, and treat some other things, like her slightly puffy liver and her bad hair coat, and be careful of her back because a couple disks are calcifying.  He's going to have someone at WSU look at the x-rays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND I have to go to the doctor AGAIN.  I hate going there.  I think I have PTSD from when my daughter was hospitalized.  Just kidding.  Kind of.  I also hate giving them money.  Especially when they could just prescribe a better antibiotic for this stupid ear infection, which still hurts like heck sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think I just I discovered the cure for a bad day.  A puppy, with a deer bone sticking out from his bulging cheek, looking like a one-tusked boar with a severe case of cute.  Of course he dropped it before I could find my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for putting up with my whining.  I really try not to, but some days I just can't help myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-608597751840608899?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/608597751840608899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=608597751840608899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/608597751840608899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/608597751840608899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/11/anyone-know-cure-for-bad-day-my-sisters.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-7686678612067396642</id><published>2009-11-29T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T17:56:17.571-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was going to take some more pictures of Tonka today, since it was sunny, but I got distracted by the cuteness of a boy and his horse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxMZbc9HDDI/AAAAAAAAErY/hksyUNpwnh8/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxMZbc9HDDI/AAAAAAAAErY/hksyUNpwnh8/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409695536821767218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started out in the round pen because Soxy seemed a little forward.  Let me point out she hadn't been ridden in... I think five months?  This is the horse everyone wants, that you can let sit and then ride and you have the same horse each time.  She was mellow as can be once there was a job to do, so we graduated out onto the driveway and the front field.  But first I saddled my horse and mounted up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had so much fun!  It was great to have riding buddy (of the child type) who doesn't complain.  He whined once, right in the beginning, about having to help me get his tack together.  After I talked to him about that he was a complete angel the whole time.  My daughter never could get through a riding session without making me steaming mad.  That's probably why she quit riding with me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxMZa8YVctI/AAAAAAAAErI/URBxYQW-T6w/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxMZa8YVctI/AAAAAAAAErI/URBxYQW-T6w/s400/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409695528077587154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have my horse-crazy kid.  He's fun.  I heard him talking to Soxy at one point.  "I have to get you really well trained so you can be my sh- my cowboy horse."  (He was about to say show horse but that wasn't cool enough.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxMZbGZ9sJI/AAAAAAAAErQ/RANTrg1i6MM/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxMZbGZ9sJI/AAAAAAAAErQ/RANTrg1i6MM/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409695530768773266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He talked to her a lot as they worked together.  It was super sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little video I took.  Sorry about the wind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-750fea2e220a5335" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAHfApvOOOB_WlESfHfM9b00gzjlmuqgc0A0WaTOzneCuCXlMcLh7Wu6dV5pO3DABN84lPWlcesZrlUdSVCSbChCaOSWUEz-jZEeGmNSlufLzVvZQu_CdgeNQowqVdYYNUT4Jvx2SFTQ-sFw1P6_ypvbOckrzSClWa40JtZIC_U9j6IeMksEaso324eQCqGcwf7oCWRCME7QbjfhTDyLa-iTK8pn9-Jl30ocNm93idxaR%26sigh%3D2ZvmPb3f2tSOW_jgZJPTytFNLRg%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D750fea2e220a5335%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DGLiDmOjZ1erpzsggWTcOjpDoZ2Q&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAHfApvOOOB_WlESfHfM9b00gzjlmuqgc0A0WaTOzneCuCXlMcLh7Wu6dV5pO3DABN84lPWlcesZrlUdSVCSbChCaOSWUEz-jZEeGmNSlufLzVvZQu_CdgeNQowqVdYYNUT4Jvx2SFTQ-sFw1P6_ypvbOckrzSClWa40JtZIC_U9j6IeMksEaso324eQCqGcwf7oCWRCME7QbjfhTDyLa-iTK8pn9-Jl30ocNm93idxaR%26sigh%3D2ZvmPb3f2tSOW_jgZJPTytFNLRg%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D750fea2e220a5335%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DGLiDmOjZ1erpzsggWTcOjpDoZ2Q&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at his little flappity feet when he asks her to walk.  So cute!  He's not a superb rider and I cringe somtimes at his steering (poor Soxy) but we all have to start somewhere and I don't want to play battleax like I did with Katia and make him hate riding.  We'll take it one step at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs some new stirrups too.  He can't keep his feet in those tapaderos.  Thinking of putting English peacock stirrups on there for safety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-7686678612067396642?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=750fea2e220a5335&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7686678612067396642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=7686678612067396642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/7686678612067396642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/7686678612067396642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-was-going-to-take-some-more-pictures.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxMZbc9HDDI/AAAAAAAAErY/hksyUNpwnh8/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-2182963684332843086</id><published>2009-11-28T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T21:34:59.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got to ride twice today in my new saddle and I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love it&lt;/span&gt;.  Okay, so I've said that about other saddles before, but I think I love this one even more than any of the others.  It's so comfy.  I finally got the stirrups right where I like them and I feel just as stable as if I was standing on the ground, no feeling that my feet are pulled forward or outward or that something just isn't right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; it fits Tonka.  He was cranky at the arena this morning but this afternoon he was an angel when we toodled around the farm.  So I think the crankiness may have been due to not being ridden for over a month, going to the arena for the first time in probably 9 months, and a little social misbehavior toward Cisco this morning.  We'll see over time how he continues to do, I just hope the saddle wasn't the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and John got to ride him today!  I wanted him to try my saddle.  He's sat on him once before but never ridden him.  He loved it.  Loved his backup and his light leg cues.  He was fascinated by the difference when you're used to your own horse, and he thought Tonka felt very powerful.  He also had a few choice words about his tallerness.  He's only 15.2 1/2 but maybe he has long legs or something.  It's a stretch to get up there.  John's actually a lot more limber than I am, so I was happy to watch him struggle to get his foot in the stirrup.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's Tonka looking in the front door today.  He thought that was fascinating.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxIDRfKjquI/AAAAAAAAErA/iM_rjYA5cGo/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxIDRfKjquI/AAAAAAAAErA/iM_rjYA5cGo/s400/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409389701383826146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pose for the camera!"&lt;br /&gt;(He is so bored with this whole picture taking thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxIDQ5q5TYI/AAAAAAAAEq4/jD5JAcxwJHI/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxIDQ5q5TYI/AAAAAAAAEq4/jD5JAcxwJHI/s400/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409389691318914434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Hey Tonka!  Tonka!  Want a treat?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxIDQr5AiCI/AAAAAAAAEqw/wot0yJOFw8M/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxIDQr5AiCI/AAAAAAAAEqw/wot0yJOFw8M/s400/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409389687620012066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else heard the word "treat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxIDQKSOSRI/AAAAAAAAEqo/oXztYr3i1pI/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxIDQKSOSRI/AAAAAAAAEqo/oXztYr3i1pI/s400/017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409389678598965522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Those pictures don't do the saddle justice, especially on Tonka.  It looks awesome.  I love the way the colors of the saddle match Tonka's colors.  One of these days I'll get pictures in better light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my riding slump is over for the time being.  I am excited to start riding again, and working with Scout.  I've been soooo busy these last weeks - taking care of two farms and going to various towns &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every day&lt;/span&gt; for something or other - and I just had no drive to do anything with them.  Now I can't wait to get out and ride again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-2182963684332843086?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2182963684332843086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=2182963684332843086' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/2182963684332843086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/2182963684332843086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-got-to-ride-twice-today-in-my-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxIDRfKjquI/AAAAAAAAErA/iM_rjYA5cGo/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-8112100690240327042</id><published>2009-11-27T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T21:29:17.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi, my name is Andrea, and I'm an addict.  I'm addicted to saddles most especially, but also tack in general.  Check out my Christmas present:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxCsoBRJLpI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/XWYeV_TewIA/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxCsoBRJLpI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/XWYeV_TewIA/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409012956007050898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved wade saddles for a while now, but never been able to afford one.  This one has been used pretty hard and definitely has that lived-in look.  The roughout is worn smooth.  But I saw the ad and I had to go take a look.  It didn't come with the tapaderos that were pictured in the ad, which really hurt my heart, but I still love it.  Just have to find a pair of stirrups for it.  Well, and try it out on my horse, which I'll be doing first thing in the morning.  The WSU Polo team has the local arena booked starting at 10, so I want to make sure and get there bright and early to hopefully  avoid having to share the arena.  It's too muddy to do much at home other than maybe ride up and down the road, which doesn't sound like much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxCsore9TII/AAAAAAAAEqg/DDKKWPqDepU/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 88px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxCsore9TII/AAAAAAAAEqg/DDKKWPqDepU/s400/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409012967339281538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the above picture.  If you click to enlarge it looks all misty and magical, like some place I'd like to visit.  But really it's the view from my own front yard, made pretty in the misty morning light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so back to saddles.  I know I just recently sang the praises of my expensive custom saddle that I bought last summer.  Although it wasn't custom made for me, the quality can't be beat.  And I thought the fit was perfect.  However, while I was feeding the other day I found the telltale white hairs that had come in with Tonka's winter coat.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Insert expletive here.)&lt;/span&gt;  So the search goes on.  Hopefully this saddle will be the perfect one.  I'm not holding my breath, and I can take it back tomorrow if it doesn't work, but I really hope it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;An "awwwww" moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxCsoRBwi2I/AAAAAAAAEqY/mO7PFLR2qoQ/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxCsoRBwi2I/AAAAAAAAEqY/mO7PFLR2qoQ/s400/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409012960237488994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to look for stirrups.  What kind of stirrups would you put on a saddle like this?  I'm thinking either wood bell stirrups or maybe rawhide covered.  Oooh, the darker brownish rawhide might look nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-8112100690240327042?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8112100690240327042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=8112100690240327042' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/8112100690240327042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/8112100690240327042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/11/hi-my-name-is-andrea-and-im-addict.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/SxCsoBRJLpI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/XWYeV_TewIA/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14868403.post-3817738879644306082</id><published>2009-11-22T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T18:51:29.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Swn4UMW9JLI/AAAAAAAAEqI/s7vKB9ATXf8/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Swn4UMW9JLI/AAAAAAAAEqI/s7vKB9ATXf8/s400/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407125853433570482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Swn4T1rV93I/AAAAAAAAEqA/obkvS1kxLSU/s1600/004+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Swn4T1rV93I/AAAAAAAAEqA/obkvS1kxLSU/s400/004+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407125847345067890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Swn4TQ23aOI/AAAAAAAAEp4/1yx1c1FICdM/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Swn4TQ23aOI/AAAAAAAAEp4/1yx1c1FICdM/s400/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407125837461285090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Swn4TDWGnXI/AAAAAAAAEpw/salQ-UZmexE/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Swn4TDWGnXI/AAAAAAAAEpw/salQ-UZmexE/s400/009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407125833834208626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Swn4SwKO-0I/AAAAAAAAEpo/-xMmHjhRQis/s1600/024+-+Copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Swn4SwKO-0I/AAAAAAAAEpo/-xMmHjhRQis/s400/024+-+Copy.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407125828684151618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14868403-3817738879644306082?l=mustangsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/3817738879644306082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14868403&amp;postID=3817738879644306082' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/3817738879644306082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14868403/posts/default/3817738879644306082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mustangsaga.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrea -Mustang Saga</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='16034653812917812897'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vYdYso7--YQ/Swn4UMW9JLI/AAAAAAAAEqI/s7vKB9ATXf8/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry></feed>