tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17447731198926657832024-03-13T00:00:50.130-07:00Sir Darby; life among peasantsSir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.comBlogger125125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-5292248672687252962012-03-11T10:32:00.000-07:002012-03-11T10:32:43.249-07:00Moving<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZpCQ8-kaNdPezEBOs_qY7q1BotlsIajvASuDa8aehWgdcVCyi7XBY1GSLwelkiYBlUXmzccjHgLDMe1WUNN8qkfuniU68vyg35RjN4chSVmRlAyfGYLI4qypozwYD0b9XA2k66_ySSpY/s400/DSCF7688.JPG" width="400" /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-size: large;">I have had a busy few months. </span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-size: large;">This month I was able to be the trusty steed that carried a special young lady for a ride. She has <a href="http://www.ninds.nih.gov/disorders/batten/detail_batten.htm">Batten Disease</a> and I was able to help grant a wish for her. It takes a very special horse to grant wishes, that is why I was picked.</span></em></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVE9kLYIU3gXOml1q20WP3MSXlwTllKztaVMe3AEcsh8pEgX3-TYT70XaTXNg8bf6yQKZBO7N6W_x6dDIhq7_AvMeQEXq8S1TtYBtVwptD_BkEYqbKvDU5FUbUzfjXJGpbZXzNYqEHAmI/s1600/DSCF7148.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVE9kLYIU3gXOml1q20WP3MSXlwTllKztaVMe3AEcsh8pEgX3-TYT70XaTXNg8bf6yQKZBO7N6W_x6dDIhq7_AvMeQEXq8S1TtYBtVwptD_BkEYqbKvDU5FUbUzfjXJGpbZXzNYqEHAmI/s400/DSCF7148.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>My special princess came out and took me to a clinic at the ranch. While I love my new people, I have a special spot in my heart for the princess. The SSP says everyone can see how much I love the princess.</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-size: large;">I have to combine my blog with <a href="http://journeysofcactusjack.blogspot.com/">He of the Spotty Butt</a>. The SSP explained that she can't keep up with all of the fun horse activities and the blogs, so we are combining.</span></em></div><br />
</div>Sir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-47567439331021190722011-09-11T05:29:00.000-07:002011-09-11T05:29:01.018-07:00In My Kingdom We Remember and Pray For Peace<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWJ3iipbg1PoQMyyJ0bEeMz8yWXUnXDq7J6tczNlgbzR0holfzd_yxWiRNSVSKhSlj-y4WvaWnOujeOFY9UpRU9DqoJfqXqMNfwDhqmoDBWBxgOfXK4QtF4UpHgjJmGlZCy0XzIhijpM/s1600/globe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640px" nba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNWJ3iipbg1PoQMyyJ0bEeMz8yWXUnXDq7J6tczNlgbzR0holfzd_yxWiRNSVSKhSlj-y4WvaWnOujeOFY9UpRU9DqoJfqXqMNfwDhqmoDBWBxgOfXK4QtF4UpHgjJmGlZCy0XzIhijpM/s640/globe.jpg" width="480px" /></a></div></div>Sir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-27761639444833906842011-08-28T12:41:00.000-07:002011-08-28T12:41:43.461-07:00Bot Fly Boogie<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwTyR2iRXOIWkdy98NHs4-YRfmDHda0wqncHV9CBMjyBF-eRsopR7htfbuTpMD33j5UZYxf0KT9CAKE413jdg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><em><span style="font-size: large;">I dislike bot flies, actually I loathe them. Small invading terrorists whose only pleasure in life is to disturb my peace!</span></em><br />
<div closure_uid_k1gug6="136"><em><span style="font-size: large;">In the past I have dealt with them doing what the SPS calls the "Bot Fly Boogie", no it has nothing to do with he of the spotty butt (however they could all bug him and I wuldn't care). I trot around and around in circles until the fly is to dizzy to keep up with me anymore. This has been a good tactic but with my lady love Little Sister needing me close it is one I am trying to avoid. So this year I have tried playing dead. Turns out the little pests don't care if you are a dead horse or not. </span></em><em><span closure_uid_k1gug6="135" style="font-size: large;">I have tried rolling. The persistent creatures just wait for me to stop. So I am back to the bot fly boogie. I just try not to stray too far from my lady so she doesn't worry. The things a royal horse does for love.</span></em></div><div closure_uid_k1gug6="136"><span style="font-size: large;"><em>Tu ne cede malis sed contra audentior ito (Yield not to misfortunes, but advance all the more boldly against them)</em></span></div><br />
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<em><span style="font-size: large;">I have a new lady love! She is of royal decent with a very regal name. All of us here call her Little Sister, she is a bit younger than me. The SPS brought her home to retire, you see Little Sister is the daughter and mother of champions and now just needs to have peace and quiet. She is almost completely blind in her left eye, so I walk along the fence with her to make sure she doesn't bump it. I nicker to her sweetly to tell her how lovely she is. Little Sister nickers sweetly back to tell me I am handsome. We have a quiet, gentle love. It is not like the "run the fences like a maniac" affairs I have had in the past. She is a lady worthy of my regal attentions.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-size: large;">Tu <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">ne</span> cede <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">malis</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">sed</span> contra <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">audentior</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ito</span></b> (Yield not to misfortunes, but advance all the more boldly against them)</span></em>Sir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-54437214399129937392011-07-15T19:58:00.000-07:002011-07-15T19:58:19.134-07:00Hope to see you there<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9s7YTAZPMjl2NXIupx6NLv-QSGiGXwsfQo2LnLy5GpUgLftzr2ewMCiy57oYVsKkOB7X1YVSyUTupCJUR6en2SPu2vVq8sN_znOsh-oLYYPrYHw75FcwqILv5qOhiGCzgR5BvjyuX4fE/s1600/Untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="376" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9s7YTAZPMjl2NXIupx6NLv-QSGiGXwsfQo2LnLy5GpUgLftzr2ewMCiy57oYVsKkOB7X1YVSyUTupCJUR6en2SPu2vVq8sN_znOsh-oLYYPrYHw75FcwqILv5qOhiGCzgR5BvjyuX4fE/s400/Untitled.jpg" width="400" /></a></div>Sir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-55183846314523833742011-07-04T18:53:00.000-07:002011-07-04T18:57:32.286-07:00Happy 4th!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwHljesiXj7LOV529I1uo9xA2o0MCppijmtzHh6YA5gqBQQRyTO4YooCcv76vtONSeZ8RzdnQO0kukGx2vx3bZWHseskUUfgofa_a-FAiiW1RQohCVHy4xC8zjtAUdIGBIwwyWnltv6YE/s1600/DSCF5426.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625681162057383874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwHljesiXj7LOV529I1uo9xA2o0MCppijmtzHh6YA5gqBQQRyTO4YooCcv76vtONSeZ8RzdnQO0kukGx2vx3bZWHseskUUfgofa_a-FAiiW1RQohCVHy4xC8zjtAUdIGBIwwyWnltv6YE/s400/DSCF5426.JPG" /></a>
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<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>This is a photo of my hind legs. As you can see my ankles and fetlocks are usually nicely shaped. The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">SPS</span> moved me to a large pasture hoping that I would make friends with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Tahkoe</span>...I didn't. But I did fall in love with He of the Spotty Butt's sister <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dandi</span>. She is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">sweeeeet</span>. Zen the snooty <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Lipizzaner</span> thinks he owns her and all the other mares in his pasture. He is mistaken, all the mares are smitten by my royal self. I have been spending most of my days for the past week courting all the mares, especially <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Dandi</span>. Did I mention she is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">spicy</span>? Well it seems I have been running the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">fence line</span> too much and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">aggravated</span> my hinds. They are swollen and sore, sore enough that I am not doing so much showing off. The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">SPS</span> is going to start tucking me into a paddock at night and giving me extra joint supplements. She also told me that I need to learn to strut my stuff and not run around like a mad man. I heard mention of a cold hosing to help with the swelling, I hate getting hosed...I guess I will behave.</em>
<br /><em>Tu <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">ne</span> cede <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">malis</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">sed</span> contra <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">audentior</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">ito</span></b> (Yield not to misfortunes, but advance all the more boldly against them)</em></span> </span>
<br />Sir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-26016605020908787952011-06-08T19:36:00.001-07:002011-06-09T06:16:52.051-07:00To my friends at school<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZNxxEZDy3-7jXxgeJRg_tfbEd-EKgR3JWDZmNgt_DMt0EotTztWSB9yJ-qxcUzGHAYfiqqRG21BBsV8g3g5fuY6YMoNO5yy6_Q-rQbFmHq7oNBJveFmcXmbPoLvavewaCrZTmXbzid0/s1600/DSCF4659.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616044284494015778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxZNxxEZDy3-7jXxgeJRg_tfbEd-EKgR3JWDZmNgt_DMt0EotTztWSB9yJ-qxcUzGHAYfiqqRG21BBsV8g3g5fuY6YMoNO5yy6_Q-rQbFmHq7oNBJveFmcXmbPoLvavewaCrZTmXbzid0/s400/DSCF4659.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">To my very special friends at school,</span></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I hope you have a wonderful summer. Make sure and eat plenty of carrots. Also practice your reading, you can do that by visiting me here to see what I am up to.</span></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I hope that you invite me back to visit your class again. I had a wonderful time and am so proud to have met each and every one of you. You are my heroes!</span></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Love </span></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Sir Darby</span></em></div>Sir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-5803419370152301102011-06-05T11:18:00.000-07:002011-06-05T11:25:06.499-07:00In love<p><span style="font-size:130%;"></span><span style="font-size:130%;"></span>
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<br /><p><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Miss Breeze is a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Tennessee</span> Walker and I love her. She is a bit older than me, she is 24, but she is young at heart. She is the second horse at the ranch I have fallen in love with. I get upset when she goes in her shelter and I can not see her. I think she knows that and does it just to tease me.</span>
<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">SPS</span> says that this is my spring tune-up routine. I fall in love, run around like a crazy horse, and loose my winter weight gain.</span>
<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Tu <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ne</span> cede <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">malis</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">sed</span> contra <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">audentior</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">ito</span></b> (Yield not to misfortunes, but advance all the more boldly against them) </span></em></p>Sir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-72748517542112011502011-05-29T11:12:00.000-07:002011-05-29T11:30:37.602-07:00Always Remember<a href="http://hotlayouts2u.com/" target="_blank"><img border="0" src="http://images.hotprofileplus.com/myspace-graphics/images_db/464/memorialday39.gif" /></a>
<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">May we be ever thankful to those who gave their all.
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<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:Arial;">So the new Cali guy thinks he can stare me down...sooooo not working. Quincy thinks he wants to be royalty like me, hardly. But to keep from being a bad noble horse I am going to grant him his with. I crown you Queen Quincy. Take that surfer boy.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">SPS</span> has a foster horse from California. He is a beefy guy, but not as big as me. He is in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">quarantine</span> pasture right now, but I can see him. I am busy giving him the eye, making stud piles, and putting him in his place. After all there is no way a California boy can be any kind of royalty.
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<br />Sir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-51070660551712461702011-05-18T18:57:00.001-07:002011-05-18T19:06:59.528-07:00This is what you get<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbu01ADImiNbGaFtpOB1ffBo_Gd_Cf8aTB2_41rKDh0k2zftU_M8h5bI4PxbNVjGQNHyzkac_cubn5r6Y2KBiHYViT1t_CrMlgPXDXWmamm00LPb1xXVPLlpBwevyEcUuD4sK4dDLX08g/s1600/DSCF4826.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608241041414835074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbu01ADImiNbGaFtpOB1ffBo_Gd_Cf8aTB2_41rKDh0k2zftU_M8h5bI4PxbNVjGQNHyzkac_cubn5r6Y2KBiHYViT1t_CrMlgPXDXWmamm00LPb1xXVPLlpBwevyEcUuD4sK4dDLX08g/s400/DSCF4826.JPG" /></a>
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<br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>So the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">SPS</span> decided that I needed to have all of the paint and glitter washed off of my royal self. I was not amused for a couple of reasons. First I really do not like baths. I spend a lot of time and effort getting my hair just the way I like it. Secondly I was enjoying the looks of the passing motorists as they drove past my pasture and spied a pink horse. People would bring their little children by to see. The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">SPS</span> says I just want the attention-really that is not it I simply wanted to continue to spread the joy.</em></span></div>
<br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">SPS</span> is threatening to give me another bath to clean off the dirt. That is fine with me because I will just roll again. I can keep this up everyday and eventually she will be trained to not bathe me, after all it takes the time it takes to teach your human their lessons. Good thing I am patient and understanding.</span></em></div>
<br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Tu <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">ne</span> cede <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">malis</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">sed</span> contra <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">audentior</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">ito</span></b> (Yield not to misfortunes, but advance all the more boldly against them)</em></span></div>
<br />Sir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-60505602940503570462011-05-15T09:30:00.001-07:002011-05-15T15:19:55.090-07:00A very special visit<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEichQQdlhwPcEuzCv-9aqQ5yzL96xjAtOabg8O2osPEvROiw42s4AmU9nE5Zv1_yT504PjfH9mhTj2tv1szRLwixsfcMJHyRyI1mLBYBl9QE_o8HOaE7quTLvNm5gozxZO2GLJiE71fMtc/s1600/Special+lady.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 391px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606982177706549218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEichQQdlhwPcEuzCv-9aqQ5yzL96xjAtOabg8O2osPEvROiw42s4AmU9nE5Zv1_yT504PjfH9mhTj2tv1szRLwixsfcMJHyRyI1mLBYBl9QE_o8HOaE7quTLvNm5gozxZO2GLJiE71fMtc/s320/Special+lady.JPG" /></a>
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<br /><div>On Friday the 13<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> I was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">privileged</span> to make the request on one little girl come true.</div>
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<br /><div>I went to school painted pink, a bow in my tail, flowers in my mane, silver hooves, and wearing butterfly wings. I thought this would be just another chance for me to be with kids, I love kids. I was so very mistaken! It was a magical moment, not just for the kids but for me also. I have never granted such a wish before. I had no idea how good I would feel doing so.</div>
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<br /><div>The smiles on their faces were priceless. One little boy cried, when asked why he said it was because he loved horses so much. Another little boy told the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">SPS</span> that I was perfect. I think the kids were perfect. I was given so many carrots I couldn't eat any more. </div>
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<br /><div>I could have spent the entire day with them and been as happy as could be. It was a perfect day!</div>
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<br /><div>Tu <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">ne</span></span></span> cede <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">malis</span></span></span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">sed</span></span></span> contra <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">audentior</span></span></span> Yield not to misfortunes, but advance all the more boldly against them</em></span> </div>
<br />Sir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-10963893908764306622011-04-24T07:20:00.000-07:002011-04-24T07:21:48.883-07:00Happy Easter<span style="font-size:130%;"><em>I think this you man says it so very well:</em></span><br /><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5gG1kabQUAo" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>Sir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-17709694110060803352011-04-17T15:33:00.000-07:002011-04-17T15:38:30.920-07:008 stages of aging on horseback<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9TWBky0v90mVtg4v_zRnf-Gs67yG2nHCj4Cw9DwFr0a0x5khRlo0m8EMZK_hhdRwxa0M3wyGLeA6gnxhbygzN8GbLRIWHpYZ7dz9lzGAJHwOMEc7A1cqYrsbOFDsFHSSYhNWsX5gstQ4/s1600/listen.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596684861869059490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9TWBky0v90mVtg4v_zRnf-Gs67yG2nHCj4Cw9DwFr0a0x5khRlo0m8EMZK_hhdRwxa0M3wyGLeA6gnxhbygzN8GbLRIWHpYZ7dz9lzGAJHwOMEc7A1cqYrsbOFDsFHSSYhNWsX5gstQ4/s320/listen.jpg" /></a>
<br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Stage 1: Fall off pony. Bounce. Laugh. Climb back on. Repeat. </span></em></div>
<br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Stage 2: Fall off horse. Run after horse, cussing. Climb back on by shimmying up horse’s neck. Ride until sundown. </span></em></div>
<br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Stage 3: Fall off horse. Use sleeve of shirt to stanch bleeding. Have friend help you get back on horse. Take two Advil and apply ice packs when you get home. Ride next day. </span></em></div>
<br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">State 4: Fall off horse. Refuse advice to call ambulance; drive self to urgent care clinic. Entertain nursing staff with tales of previous daredevil stunts on horseback. Back to riding before cast comes off. </span></em></div>
<br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Stage 5: Fall off horse. Temporarily forget name of horse and name of husband. Flirt shamelessly with paramedics when they arrive. Spend week in hospital while titanium pins are screwed in place. Start riding again before doctor gives official okay. Stage </span></em></div>
<br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">6: Fall off horse. Fail to see any humor when hunky paramedic says, “You again?” Gain firsthand knowledge of advances in medical technology thanks to stint in ICU. Convince self that permanent limp isn’t that noticeable. Promise husband you’ll give up riding. One week later purchase older, slower, shorter horse. </span></em></div>
<br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Stage 7: Slip off horse. Relieved when artificial joints and implanted medical devices seem unaffected. Tell husband that scrapes and bruises are due to gardening accident. Pretend you don’t see husband roll his eyes and mutter as he walks away. Give apple to horse. Stage </span></em></div>
<br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">8: Go to see horse. Momentarily consider riding but remember arthritis won’t let you lift leg high enough to reach stirrup — even when on mounting block. Share beer with grateful horse & recall “good old days”. </span></em></div>
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<br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Of course when the SPS reaches stage 8 I am expecting her to bring me fine wine and apple slices....</span></em></div>
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<br /><div>I am thrilled, more than thrilled as a matter of fact. The special little girl has finally asked for me to come to school. Yes you heard it...she used her voice finally. She even asked that I come pink with silver hooves. The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">SPS</span> and I are going to figure out how to turn me pink, we have the silver horse thing in the bag.</div>
<br /><div>Lots of kiddos are really excited and so am I.</div>
<br /><div>Tu <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">ne</span></span> cede <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">malis</span></span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">sed</span></span> contra <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">audentior</span></span> Yield not to misfortunes, but advance all the more boldly against them</em></span> </div>Sir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-64190543856743013852011-03-24T06:19:00.000-07:002011-03-24T06:19:58.142-07:00Mini Horse Gets Lifesaving Prosthetic Leg<iframe height="295" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N5pw9o9EmEA?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="480" allowfullscreen=""></iframe>Sir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-46643177588625164292011-03-22T20:43:00.000-07:002011-03-22T20:53:45.041-07:00<p><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyJWjSP5I3nGnnJFzik2ZJC_Zr-3Hgt3M3vPmuvD7idLys4zJPSKL47MMTK6DdVZ29XDY7xvvyQE9v4NUAYjA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p></p><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Here I am with the little princess at her riding lesson tonight. This is her second lesson and our first lesson together. She picked me out "Sir Darby is the horse for me, he is a princess horse" One of my favorite things to do is to take children for rides and help them learn to be good horsemen.<br />Tu <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">ne</span> cede <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">malis</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">sed</span> contra <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">audentior</span> Yield not to misfortunes, but advance all the more boldly against them</em></span>Sir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-80289603854303937362011-03-20T12:48:00.000-07:002011-03-20T12:55:01.059-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Lb4M1F9syKFhZCdONrN6DlTamSwx4c1Rvuih7CttfPKAcac3rlFKlVYoOamTahv9-c2sNxucWdRFbOQzcFBIPMu-8_M4cMXKqCUFe4t11RtQJ2AmXlLB85TzY9on0K7Jz7Ux7c214Gk/s1600/boots.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 427px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586251935844732338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Lb4M1F9syKFhZCdONrN6DlTamSwx4c1Rvuih7CttfPKAcac3rlFKlVYoOamTahv9-c2sNxucWdRFbOQzcFBIPMu-8_M4cMXKqCUFe4t11RtQJ2AmXlLB85TzY9on0K7Jz7Ux7c214Gk/s320/boots.jpg" /></a>
<br /><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Only a royal gelding could wear such <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">accouterments</span> and still remain a card-caring member of the He Man Gelding Club.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-size:130%;">I indulged the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">SPS</span> and wore these during the trail clinic. I enjoyed the extra support and protection, but I do believe there are more regal styles that she could find for me.</span></em></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div>
<br /><em><span style="font-size:130%;">Tu <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ne</span> cede <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">malis</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">sed</span> contra <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">audentior</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">ito</span></b> (Yield not to misfortunes, but advance all the more boldly against them)</span></em>
<br />Sir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-71281087714038223552011-03-17T19:52:00.000-07:002011-03-17T19:58:05.986-07:00What I do best<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj61pB6iPLFW8E_gtbfNEPlu9t4io7HCl3qxSZxb5yhL-t2WmQNaUPmkFf0ks9XD69bmR6IGzECCSDPg44hSFtnNcKpqscnkESZ8joM5n-cllgJn46Mubr4-Mta5Vj7ezCkPEVtwhOqycA/s1600/DSCF4126.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 397px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 328px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585248223649454418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj61pB6iPLFW8E_gtbfNEPlu9t4io7HCl3qxSZxb5yhL-t2WmQNaUPmkFf0ks9XD69bmR6IGzECCSDPg44hSFtnNcKpqscnkESZ8joM5n-cllgJn46Mubr4-Mta5Vj7ezCkPEVtwhOqycA/s320/DSCF4126.JPG" /></a>
<br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>What makes me happy turns out to also be going about doing what I do best.</em></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>I am good at taking care of small children. I am good at bringing people together. I am wonderful at taking a simple moment and turning it into something very special-that is what I do best.</em></span></div>
<br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Tu ne cede malis sed contra audentior ito</b> (Yield not to misfortunes, but advance all the more boldly against them)</em></span></div>
<br />Sir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-71241252100450833032011-03-16T19:26:00.000-07:002011-03-16T19:38:05.637-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIVapjsu4Z2ypbaMIRuTJG5hyx27xPSqT6XBYAu9FEJG-Ahz0sGPKwJiVS9Mb1eFXTucTQz1SRMT5HraaoOoq3UB5rKO2uopWfxJDNRB2c_fJsKV9W_TH7YaZU4hdX5D5tuHiub7WvKV8/s1600/DSCF4074.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 385px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584871685959887794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIVapjsu4Z2ypbaMIRuTJG5hyx27xPSqT6XBYAu9FEJG-Ahz0sGPKwJiVS9Mb1eFXTucTQz1SRMT5HraaoOoq3UB5rKO2uopWfxJDNRB2c_fJsKV9W_TH7YaZU4hdX5D5tuHiub7WvKV8/s320/DSCF4074.JPG" /></a>
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<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAaj982hNaOuvKCKkyy827ozT19pqsluAIrHXofpEbqT7MpMBc5ojsX3yYBBKuukJfIIeqDhCNjnvuGfL7hhe2X9XRaM-FyZ4AmuU2FHdR6YEq8i9k89swM2JCGO0zkObbwwXZ1zpl0g/s1600/DSCF4043.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 396px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584871656203068578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRAaj982hNaOuvKCKkyy827ozT19pqsluAIrHXofpEbqT7MpMBc5ojsX3yYBBKuukJfIIeqDhCNjnvuGfL7hhe2X9XRaM-FyZ4AmuU2FHdR6YEq8i9k89swM2JCGO0zkObbwwXZ1zpl0g/s320/DSCF4043.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:130%;">As you can see I was stellar when it came to the riding portion of the clinic. I was the elder statesman and I showed all the yougsters how it is done.</span></em></div></div></div></div>
<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>Tu ne cede malis sed contra audentior ito</b> (Yield not to misfortunes, but advance all the more boldly against them)</em> </span>
<br />Sir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-41896086532247324342011-03-13T09:58:00.001-07:002011-03-13T10:13:50.810-07:00This is how you do it<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFsoMjd7E_5Kn3XeejCVFQGr2UZfun_DULYdC4_bVJAt9rSqfUlTm3UVuRDS7a1YIj5kYr3WFxULbqE_7MZX4be-bWs_WNzCAm2TbASKGo7lLpIVbw4OfQHfqx3MYHP9WHvH2pjSE3Bnw/s1600/DSCF3982.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 419px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583612099018457570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFsoMjd7E_5Kn3XeejCVFQGr2UZfun_DULYdC4_bVJAt9rSqfUlTm3UVuRDS7a1YIj5kYr3WFxULbqE_7MZX4be-bWs_WNzCAm2TbASKGo7lLpIVbw4OfQHfqx3MYHP9WHvH2pjSE3Bnw/s320/DSCF3982.JPG" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:130%;">The trail prep clinic was great. I showed all the horses how to deal with obstacles and maintain your royal aplomb at the same time. I am very proud of the SPS, nothing seemed to scare her...good thing she is trainable.
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<br />Sir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-47798663749016324682011-03-11T19:27:00.001-08:002011-03-11T19:34:19.185-08:00Trail Clinic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiofapSY0wsaKHu7eZVlq4SXgDFC1pjXgo0BW6MCmb8AT_e3pRK8wttDaDrTEkP2-XNRjRWo5h2roogVYJFk9OeJIz7ZOO_gbAfr7Gub1RmOOa4pJlV-KYC1O3smFdy_2zabW4bBnwtWTk/s1600/DSCF3775.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 386px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 365px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583030202988916642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiofapSY0wsaKHu7eZVlq4SXgDFC1pjXgo0BW6MCmb8AT_e3pRK8wttDaDrTEkP2-XNRjRWo5h2roogVYJFk9OeJIz7ZOO_gbAfr7Gub1RmOOa4pJlV-KYC1O3smFdy_2zabW4bBnwtWTk/s320/DSCF3775.JPG" /></a>
<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>I am going to a trail clinic tomorrow. Being a royal horse I will have to demonstrate what bravery looks like for the peasants who are coming in to learn.</em></span>
<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>The <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">SPS's</span> oldest son and her grand-daughter are pictured putting together the beginnings of the "car wash". There will be more things hanging down when they are done. I will be showing the students how to regally walk through it without getting your mane messed up.
<br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">tu</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">ne</span> cede <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">malis</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">sed</span> contra <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">audentior</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">ito</span></b> (Yield not to misfortunes, but advance all the more boldly against them)</em></span>
<br />Sir Darbyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15986736403798920387noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1744773119892665783.post-12275799181102875592011-03-05T17:38:00.001-08:002011-03-05T17:42:50.957-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3aqvjO-EZn_Kt9GI80ktZU6h4I-AVbwi-9iOQ_BZNvjZoEMDAjpiMssMhl-lA84mQvknHgouxxg-BbmW6bZKuaseF_5SGwE0qX5s31vWZ3oSIPj-z9b2f70zJP-I-gHvceFyyEhfFD0/s1600/DSCF3756.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 423px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 929px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580775522912793426" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl3aqvjO-EZn_Kt9GI80ktZU6h4I-AVbwi-9iOQ_BZNvjZoEMDAjpiMssMhl-lA84mQvknHgouxxg-BbmW6bZKuaseF_5SGwE0qX5s31vWZ3oSIPj-z9b2f70zJP-I-gHvceFyyEhfFD0/s320/DSCF3756.JPG" /></a>
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<br /><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em>I have a trail clinic to attend next week. I have been preparing the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">SPS</span> for some of the things we may be asked to do. Here we are playing <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">peek-a</span>-boo. I am showing her that there is nothing to worry about if a shirt ends up covering your eyes. Hopefully she will be up to having her eyes covered next week.</em></span></div><div><span style="font-size:130%;"><em><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">tu</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">ne</span> cede <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">malis</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">sed</span> contra <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">audentior</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">ito</span></b> (Yield not to misfortunes, but advance all the more boldly against them)</em></span></div>
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