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One morning a couple of weeks ago, I was at the barn, and turned Moose out in the arena to roll in the sand (one of his favorite pastimes.) After he rolled he got up, shook off, and then stood stock still in this patch of morning sunlight, perfectly posed. Thank God for cameraphones -- that's all I can say about →
Itsy bitsy… OMG KILL IT WITH FIRE
John found this on our doorstep yesterday, so of course I had to break out the macro lens. :-)
Moose on the loose
I actually meant to post this post yesterday... time somehow got away from me, and also a massive toothache somewhat derailed things. Bleh. Oh, and if you haven't "liked" Moose on Facebook, why not? Just click here to do so. :-) Anyway, Moose and I have both had a pretty busy past couple of weeks, despite it being summer break. You may →
Damn cat… we’ll miss you
Yesterday (well, in relative terms -- depends on what time zone you're in, I guess) I was getting ready to leave the hostel for the airport, and I signed online to check in for my flight, and there was an email from John saying that our cat Scout had gotten out and had been hit by a car, and he →
Some Cinco de Mayo-appropriate Halloween outtakes
I vacillated between capitalizing cinco de mayo or not in my post title. These are the things that keep English majors awake at night, people. See, in Spanish, you don't capitalize months. But it's a holiday, so shouldn't that be capitalized? I should go look, but I'm too tired. I was up until 3AM finishing the Prom pics (FINALLY) and →
Welcome to Kari’s blog of horses and cute children
First off, happy birthday to me! Since that's how I roll, I'm asking people for a bale of hay. Not for me, silly (John wouldn't be very happy if I stored it in our apartment) but for the horses at Horses, Hope & Healing. If you're fresh out of a bale of hay, or just don't have enough wrapping paper, you →
Moose + kitten = CUTE OVERLOAD
Someone dumped a litter of four kittens in a box at the barn yesterday, and while I didn't manage to be one of the lucky four to get to take one home (not that we need a THIRD cat anyway) at least Moose got to pose with one. OMG MOOSE LOVE!!!!!! Seriously, I can't stand the cuteness here. By the way, while →
You all know the tune, even if you don’t know the name
The following post was John's idea. Ok, the pictures were my idea, but when John saw them, he got the idea for the post itself. First, go click on this link (it'll open a new window), and click play on the video. Close your eyes for a moment. Let it wash over you. Open them for a minute and look at the →
The Interloper
I do realize that today is Tuesday, and as such, I should have a Moose post online. But honestly, this past couple of weeks have been so crazy that unless you want to see a picture of the gnarly nasty ear infection he had, there's just nothing for Tuesday Mooseday. Sad, I know. But trust me, you did NOT want to →
It’s funny how one thing leads to another
Disclaimer: Today's pictures aren't mine. Read on for why. :-) When I sold Moose almost six years ago, I would have never in a million years dreamed that I'd own him once again. (If you missed that part of the story, go here for the details.) But somehow, through the grace of God and random twists of fate, I do, and →
March 10 on 10: Five O’Clock World
10 on 10: A photo taken every hour, for ten consecutive hours, on the tenth of the month. ***** STOP! For today's 10 on 10, click here to listen to Five O'Clock World by the Vogues, turn your volume up, come back here, and keep reading. :-) ***** Up every mornin' just to keep my job I gotta fight my way through the hustling mob →
We are still buried
The post title is a play on Garrison Keillor's book We Are Still Married. I haven't read the book, but it's Garrison Keillor, so it has to be funny. No, I'm not married (well, except maybe to my job) but I'm completely buried in work, grad school, and life in general right now. In an effort to not lose my sanity →
Pat the bunny
The little girl in these pics is the same one on the miniature horse in this post from last October, my first Tuesday Mooseday. She was out at the barn with her pet rabbit last Thursday, and this rabbit had to be the absolutely most quiet, patient rabbit I've ever seen -- it was perfectly content to just curl up →
The three seasons of a Moose
For Moose, the year is divided into three seasons. . . ...and then, my least favorite of them all... . . Yeah, around here "shed" is a season worthy of note. It's the season where people start asking me if I own huskies or malamutes or Akitas or other large, white, hairy dogs. It wasn't quite so bad last time I owned him and he was a →
Don’t it make my brown horse blue… er, white
Post title is stolen from an old Crystal Gayle song. Don't ask me where I dredged that up from, because my brain comes up with strange things at 4AM. Yaay insomnia! Lately we've been graced with some unseasonably warm weather, and so this past Sunday I decided it'd be a good chance to give Moose a much-needed bath. I somehow neglected →
A Mooseless Tuesday
I don't get to see my pony boy today. Between a cold, a fever, and a thousand dollars worth of car repairs (remember the window incident? that's part of it) I'm housebound today. I wish I could relish the day as a chance to relax, but I feel too lousy to really feel like it's a day off. Bleh. Oh!!! Before →
Discarded.
EDIT: Click here for the latest on the dog, now named Amá, the Navajo word for mother. A HUGE HUGE thanks to SacPaws, For Paws Hospice, and Lisa Howard of the Sac Bee for helping make this happen!! ******* On my way to work every morning, I take a sort of convoluted back way in order to avoid two horrible left turn →
My newest baby (don’t worry Mom, it’s not another horse)
This baby is digital, and I'm proud to say that after many many hours of labor, the new Horses, Hope & Healing website is fully operational! I started work on it over Christmas break, but if it weren't for Joel! and Ting, I'd probably be in a crying heap on the floor -- they came through early yesterday morning and →
Evening at the barn
Setting sun, horses waiting for dinner, and Wendy laying down the law with two brothers (in the biological sense, not racial sense, although I suppose that works too) who'd argue over whether or not the sky is blue and the grass is green. I love Moose's barn, and the youth horse program there. .
All right Mr. De Mille, I’m ready for my closeup
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Baby it’s cold outside
Frosty morning at the barn -- these are actually ones that didn't make the cut from my 10 on 10 last week, so I thought I'd post them now. . . . . Brrrrrrr. .
Sorry Moose, you’ve just moved down a notch on the cuteness ladder
The stall right across the barn aisle at Moose's barn has been occupied by a pregnant goat for over a month now, and I've been checking every time I've been out there to see if she'd had her kids yet. Well, I missed the birth (Saturday evening) but I got to go out there yesterday and see the wee little →