Sitting in the house talking to other people who were there I was struck by how nice it was, the simplicity of it all. There's nothing fancy about the house, nothing fancy about the stuff in the house, it's just a nice house with nice stuff on 15 acres with some horses and how pleasant! Then I went outside in the backyard and saw all the horses in the little stalls and whatnot and you know it makes you just want to be a cowboy or something. Then I walked out to see the horses up close and the smell hit me and the flies blurred my vision and I learned I was glad I was not a cowboy. I also learned something else pretty valuable: after it rains on a ranch with horses you do not want to step in any yellow puddles because folks, that's not exactly rain.
This is one of the two horses that were in the yard in front of the house when we pulled up. Of course we couldn't keep Haley away from them. Ashlyn and Owen were interested too, but nothing like the infatuation Haley showed. And like some kind of loser tourist, I took pictures of my kids with the horses. **The only thing I need now is a pillow and a large unfolded map.
Owen liked this horse, which was in a corral off to the side by himself because apparently he can't get along with the other horses because he's too wild. Which explains why Owen liked him the best.
This is a picture of Owen and Matthew Ludwigsen. You can barely see them because the first thing they did when we got to the back yard was run 15 acres away from us. I had my camera zoomed all the way out and you can still barely see them. Also, yes, that gray stuff is smoke, which is coming from random fires (?) that were built around in the scrub. (I have no idea whatsoever as to why there were fires here and there, but there were. It must be a "ranch" thing.)
This is Ashlyn, Haley and Haley Ludwigsen running to us from across the 15 acres. I think someone said "marshmallow" or something.
This is Owen standing out in the field, thinking how wide open the spaces are out here in West Texas and how he could easily get away from me if we lived in a place like that because I'm not very fast.
This is Ashlyn, Haley and Haley Ludwigsen running to us from across the 15 acres. I think someone said "marshmallow" or something.
This is Owen standing out in the field, thinking how wide open the spaces are out here in West Texas and how he could easily get away from me if we lived in a place like that because I'm not very fast.
Then Greg (Holder) put Haley on a horse. I must say the party started at 11 this morning and we got there at 6 this evening and Dave Burkett, who brews his own beer, had brought several kegs out there and by the time we arrived no one was in any shape to saddle a horse. (we have great friends, huh?) So there was no "riding" of the horse, there was just "sitting" on the horse. Still, it made Haley's day...probably her week.
4 comments:
At least he went and found a tree. I totally understand the boy you have. Try having 3 of them. You never know what their going to do next. I hear all the time... Their just boys... Wild & Running all the time.
yippee Ki Yay, mother f$%%ers!! woohooo! i have always wanted to use that line that Bruce Willis used in Die Hard and I finally found my chance.
Looks like a good time was had by all at the ranch! You got some good shots!
The picture of Owen hits so close to home with me right now. We went to Panama City for the weekend and Will just pulls his pants down and whips it out right there on the beach. Luckily we were able to stop him before he got his stream going good. He ended up going in the ocean with us standing behind him to block the view because he was determined that he was NOT going in he pants and I was determined that I was NOT going to walk him all the way back to condo to use the bathroom there! All the people around us thought it was so funny and told us How cute it was and all I could say was "yeah, thanks."
I still got the note from Tyler's pre-K teacher explaining that Tyler had "peepeed" on the tree on the play ground. It is a boy thing.....It could be a lot worse. Love ya...Uncle Tom.
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