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She came from the parched land of high wind and no grass. The vast territory of mesquite and cockle burr where her stock-tank cohorts include coyote and a lone antelope buck.


On Saturday, everything changed and she trailered to town for a par-tay.

She was an invited guest at a western-themed wedding day brunch.

Peanut taking the big leap out of the trailer. The western theme has arrived.

The mini-horse found herself in the middle of one of Amarillo’s most lush backyards.

Am I alive or is this heaven?

Eating lots of wet, fresh grass is a sure-fire recipe for equine intestinal upset. Certain preventative measures had to be taken.

Really!? Tying me to a volleyball pole in the midst of green nirvana?

Miss Peanut didn’t stand idle for long. She had important people to meet and photo-opportunities needing her special paint-horse western flair.

The party hostesses and Miss Nut.
The party hostesses and Miss Nut.
A groomsman (from Vienna!) and Peanut.
A groomsman (from Vienna!) and Peanut.

The mini-horse took her duties very seriously. She was unfailingly kind to the little bitties.

pnutcollageSometimes while standing tied, she pondered the volleyball net.

What is this very high piece of hay twine?
What is this very high piece of hay twine?
You bounce a ball over this? Do the neighhhhhhbors mind?
You bounce a ball over this? Do the neighhhhhhbors mind?

We had a blast being with the bride/groom and the entire gathering of family and friends. A lovely and memorable day, indeed.

Packed and ready to return to the wild.

That’ll do, Peanut. That’ll do.

Hope you have cause for celebration this week.

Knee-deep in green grass love to all.


I would gladly tell you what the Texan and I did in Las Vegas last weekend, but then I’d have to kill you.

Not really. Our trip was tame, but fun. We met up with our delightful Sprout #3 for some R & R.

I’ll let the photos speak.

Played some golf. This was the Primm Desert Course about 45 miles south of Las Vegas. The weather was perfect….the scores, not so much. Can you say un-du-la-ting?
The flowers in Vegas never fail to inspire me. This is the Bellagio lobby. For some reason, I think I can re-create these in my own home. uh-huh
Not amoebas! This is the Chihuly ceiling in the Bellagio.
For reasons unknown to me, there were giant blue and orange mushrooms in the Bellagio.
Using the Texan to give you some idea of the huge-ness of these ‘shrooms.
No lobby is complete without a ladybug display. Right?
More fantastic florals at the Aria hotel in City Center. See the two photo-bombers?
Was mesmerized by these scrolling phrases outside the Aria.
I simply could NOT look away!
I simply could NOT look away!
Word art! This is my favorite.

Sorry not to have photos of us dining in SW Steakhouse at the Wynn watching the serene Lake of Dreams. Should’ve snapped a pic of the amazingly tasty bacon and cheese bread. Mmmmmm. Since we played golf all day, we didn’t see any shows in the evening. We used that cash to eat fantastic food.

I don’t possess photos of us indulging in our new gambling addiction-Pai Gow Poker! We can thank Sprout #3 for introducing us to the fun game. Even though we’re not usually ‘gamers’, we had a blast playing Pai Gow.

Oh, how I wish I had a picture of the usually-reserved Texan at the Pai Gow table receiving a neck message (are there no ugly masseuses?) while imbibing one of the non-stop free cocktails. I could’ve bribed him FOREVER with that one!

Wonderful to have a couple of relaxing Las Vegas days. Now, I’m in waiting mode for the arrival of the grand-daughter. Needle and pins, needles, needles, pins, pins, pins!!

Here’s to your weekend. Hope you turn up a Royal Flush.

Bacon-bread love to all.