Strawberry Lane: Open Bar At The Barn

June 28, 2009

Open Bar At The Barn

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Nord loves room service.
Is that a Martini hose?

9 comments:

Laughing Orca RanchJune 28, 2009 at 2:19 PM
Bwhahaah! A martini hose. You made me snort! :D
Terrific photo!

~Lisa
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thecrazysheepladyJune 28, 2009 at 2:20 PM
Hmmm - relative of T-Bone's? ;-)
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JessicaJune 28, 2009 at 11:26 PM
Too funny!! Those equine guys are always up to something!
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allhorsestuffJune 29, 2009 at 8:43 PM
Nord..you nerd!
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Lori Schmidt (LoriProPhoto)June 30, 2009 at 4:21 PM
LOL that is too funny, it is amazing what they will do to amuse themselves, but be glad that it is that and not learning to crib, I have a few of those and it drives me nuts.
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Grey Horse MattersJuly 1, 2009 at 5:29 AM
Cute picture. He's an amusing guy.
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Haley PoulosJuly 1, 2009 at 3:17 PM
Too cute! They're all so funny in their own special ways, aren't they?
Thank you for your nice comments on my blog, by the way. :)
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AnonymousJuly 2, 2009 at 4:59 AM
What a neat post.
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RowanAugust 1, 2009 at 2:09 PM
What a great photograph, it made me smile:)
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Big Fork In The Road

How this farm thing came about is quite unlikely.

I was a Nebraska girl dreaming of living in New York City, wearing Chanel suits, pearls and very high heels. A farm was never part of the plan. Life was about cashmere sweaters, not dirty, muddy shoes.

Then I met a handsome movie star in California. He was charming and good natured, ... but he had a past.

He'd grown up on a farm. He milked cows, rode his horse to school and apparently wore very dirty boots.

He convinced me that our life would be ... normal. And for years, it was. Then, something happened. We decided we needed to live on a farm.

So, that's where we are ... with a barn, horses and all kinds of other creatures necessary to call this a farm. It's true that Hollywood isn't too far away, along with the hectic life that we avoid. There are no dusty roads or Cottonwood trees to line the drive ... this sure isn't Nebraska.

However, with the ocean nearby and all the sunshine, this will do. We love this peaceful life with our animals. And I've become quite attached to my well worn, dusty paddock boots. And, oh by the way, I do wear very tired, very old cashmere sweaters in the barn. Life is good.