25Dec 2014 by myexracer

Its Christmas time

Barn tales
[caption id="attachment_1716" align="alignleft" width="300"] Rep is my horse today[/caption] After the morning Xmas festivities my better half and I took a drive to the farm to see the ponies. The roads were clear as was the sky. I had a few treats for their Xmas stockings i needed to drop off and lets face it, on Xmas I need to see the ponies. They were already out and at the hay vending machine (round bales!) and were no how, no way going to walk up to see me. So I took some photos of Rep who was looking for a smooch or two and i'm pretending he's my horse today. Merry Xmas from the ponies and I! [gallery columns="1" ids="1717,1718,1719"]  
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15Dec 2014 by myexracer

The Lisbon Old Fashioned Horse Parade

Barn tales
[caption id="attachment_1708" align="alignleft" width="300"] Mounted police![/caption] What can I say about the Lisbon horse parade. Its billed as an "old fashioned horse parade" and they sure aren't kidding. Especially if by old fashioned, you mean before organizational skills were needed in setting up a horse Christmas parade. That doesn't mean it wasn't wonderful and amazing because it was in fact both those things but it was also a mess. A hot, hot, mess. [caption id="attachment_1709" align="alignright" width="300"] Robert Taylor, hunt master of the Goshen Hounds[/caption] Maybe 500 horses were in this parade. Mounted police (the only police presence at the event I might add), eventing farms, horse rescues, the Goshen Hounds hunt club, local schools and so much more participated. It was a spectacle and being that the weather was good…
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26Dec 2013 by myexracer

Xmas Ponies

Life with Circe, Life with Jezebel
[caption id="attachment_624" align="alignleft" width="265"] Derp[/caption] Christmas was lovely. I spent Xmas Eve in the city at my favorite D.C. old school Italian restaurant, Filomena. They outlandishly decorate for every holiday which i love and the food is solid. I know southern Italian food because well I'm southern Italian (Calabria) It reminds me of my Italian grandmothers basement. Not my actual Italian grandma but the one I always wished I had. My better half and I ate (a lot)  drank (a lot) and were generally merry (a lot). We passed out at home super early after the long cab ride back to Maryland. Ha! As we discussed the next day, its really never a good idea to order that second bottle of wine but of course we did. [caption id="attachment_625" align="alignright"…
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