THE FAMILY

ROGER AND INGRID BUCHMEIER

PO BOX 1148

LANDER, WY 82520

307-332-4629

ROGER AND INGRID WERE MARRIED IN 1986 AND HAVE BEEN HAPPILY LIVING LIFE TOGETHER EVER SINCE.  SON RYAN WAS BORN IN 1993 AND HAS BEEN A SOURCE OF GREAT JOY.  WE STARTED WITH A MIXTURE OF MUTTS AND REGISTERED QUARTER HORSES AND THE OCCASIONAL APPALOOSA.  THEN WE BOUGHT A PUREBRED ARABIAN MARE AND THE REST IS HISTORY.  

INGRID IS A REGISTERED DENTAL HYGIENIST AND WORKS FOR A LOCAL DENTIST BOTH ASSISTING AND HYGIENE.  IN HER "SPARE TIME" SHE TRAINS HORSES AND MAKES THE MANAGEMENT DECISIONS FOR THE RANCH.  THE RANCH WAS PURCHASED BY HER PARENTS IN THE 60'S AND IS STILL INTACT.  INGRID GREW UP ON THIS PROPERTY AND IT HAS A SPECIAL PLACE IN HER HEART. SHE ALSO ENJOYS SON RYAN AND WOULD RATHER SPEND TIME PLAYING GAMES WITH HIM THAN MANY BORING HOUSEHOLD CHORES. 

ROGER GREW UP IN TOWN BUT ALWAYS FOUND JOBS WORKING OUT ON RANCHES.  HE IS QUITE SKILLED WITH THE LIVESTOCK AND TRAINS HORSES AS WELL.   HE IS ALWAYS BUSY. 

RYAN LOVES SCHOOL AND HIS ONLY REGRET IS THAT HE CAN'T GO TO SCHOOL EVERY DAY....YEAR AROUND.  SUMMERTIME FINDS HIM WITH EITHER A FISHING POLE DANGLING OFF THE BRIDGE, ON HIS FAVORITE HORSE BUDDY OR HELPING HIS DAD OR ONE OF HIS GRANDMAS.

WE ARE ALSO TREATING A LIMITED NUMBER OF FOUNDERED HORSES. WE ARE NOT VETERINARIANS AND DO NOT WANT YOU TO THINK WE ARE. WE ARE JUST ORDINARY HORSE PEOPLE WHO THINK WE CAN HELP SOME HORSES, EVEN IF THE VETS HAVE "GIVEN UP" WE FEEL MOST "HOPELESS" CASES MAY BE TREATABLE.  IF YOU KNOW OF A NEED, PLEASE CALL AND LET US DISCUSS THE PROBLEM YOU ARE HAVING.  MOST HORSES WITH FOUNDER CAN BE TREATED SUCCESSFULLY, EVEN IF THE COFFIN BONE HAS ROTATED CLEAR THROUGH THE SOLE.  WE USE A BAREFOOT APPROACH RATHER THAN SHOES AND PADS.  THERE ARE LOTS OF TREATMENTS OUT THERE FOR FOUNDER, WE MAY USE A SYSTEM THAT WOULD WORK FOR YOUR HORSE. GO TO OUR HOME PAGE IF YOU ARE INTERESTED AND THERE IS A LINK TO OUR PAGE ABOUT FOUNDER REHAB.

I got the following off the internet and wanted to share it here:

RIDERS PRAYER

Dearest Creator in Heaven, give me strength to guide
my horse. Make my hands soft & my head clear. Let my
horse understand me & I him. My heart you have blessed
with a special love of these animals, let me never
lose sight of it.

My soul you have gifted with a deep need for them, let
that need never lessen. Always let my breath catch as
the sun gleams on elegant head.

Always may my throat tighten at the sound of gentle
nicker. Let the scent of fresh hay & a new bag of
grain be sweet to me. Let the warm touch of a warm
nose on my hand always bring a smile. I adore the joy
of a warm day on the farm.

The grace & splendor of a running horse, the thunder
of it's hooves makes my eyes burn & my heart soar, let
it always be so. Dearest Creator grant me patience,
for horses are harnessed wind & wind can be flighty.
Let me not frighten or harm them, instead show me ways
to understand them. Above all, dear Creator, fill my
life with them. When I pass from this world, send my
soul to no heaven without them. For this love you have
given me graces my existence & I shall cherish it &
praise You for it for all time.

Author Unknown

Another one for those who are "aging gracefully":

Recently, I was diagnosed with A.A.A.D.D. -
       Age Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.
       This is how it manifests:

       I decide to water my garden.

       As I turn on the hose in the driveway,
       I look over at my car and decide it needs washing.

       As I start toward the garage,
       I notice mail on the porch table that
       I brought up from the mail box earlier.

       I decide to go through the mail before I wash the car.

       I lay my car keys on the table,
       put the junk mail in the garbage can under the table,
       and notice that the can is full.

       So, I decide to put the bills back
       on the table and take out the garbage first.

       But then I think,
       since I'm going to be near the mailbox
       when I take out the garbage anyway,
       I may as well pay the bills first.

       I take my check book off the table,
       and see that there is only one check left.

       My extra checks are in my desk in the study,
       so I go inside the house to my desk where
       I find the can of Coke I'd been drinking.

       I'm going to look for my checks,
       but first I need to push the Coke aside
       so that I don't accidentally knock it over.

       The Coke is getting warm,
       and I decide to put it in the refrigerator to keep it cold.

       As I head toward the kitchen with the Coke,
       a vase of flowers on the counter
       catches my eye--they need water.

       I put the Coke on the counter and
       discover my reading glasses that
       I've been searching for all morning.

       I decide I better put them back on my desk,
       but first I'm going to water the flowers.

       I set the glasses back down on the counter,
       fill a container with water and suddenly spot the TV remote.
       Someone left it on the kitchen table.

       I realize that tonight when we go to watch TV,
       I'll be looking for the remote,
       but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table,
       so I decide to put it back in the den where it belongs,
       but first I'll water the flowers.

       I pour some water in the flowers,
       but quite a bit of it spills on the floor.

       So, I set the remote back on the table,
       get some towels and wipe up the spill.

       Then, I head down the hall trying to
       remember what I was planning to do.

       At the end of the day:

       the car isn't washed

       the bills aren't paid

       there is a warm can of Coke sitting on the counter

       the flowers don't have enough water,

       there is still only 1 check in my check book,

       I can't find the remote,

       I can't find my glasses,

       and I don't remember what I did with the car keys.

       Then, when I try to figure out why nothing got done today,
       I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all damn day,
       and I'm really tired...

       I realize this is a serious problem,
       and I'll try to get some help for it,
       but first I'll check my e-mail....

       Do me a favor.
       Forward this message to everyone you know,
       because I don't remember who the hell I've sent it to.

       Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming!!

for another little story off the internet about coming to a realization of what is important about life click here.

MY GRANDEST FOAL 

I'll lend you for a little while 

And morn for when she's dead. 

It may be one or twenty years, 

Or days or months , you see.

But, will you, till I take her back 

Take care of her for me? 

She'll bring her charms to gladden you,

 And should her stay be brief 

You'll have treasured memories 

As solace for your grief.

 I cannot promise she will stay,

 Since all from earth return. 

But, there are lessons taught on earth

 I want this foal to learn. 

I've looked the wide world over 

In my search for teachers true. 

And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes

 With trust I have selected you. 

Now will you give her your total love?

 Nor think the labor vain, 

Nor hate Me when I come 

To take her back again? 

I know you'll give her tenderness 

And love will bloom each day. 

And for the happiness you've known

 Forever grateful stay.

 But should I come and call for her 

Much sooner than you'd planned 

You'll brave the bitter grief that comes 

And someday you'll understand.

For though I'll call her home to Me 

This promise to you I do make

 For all the love and care you gave 

She'll wait for you, inside Heaven's Gate.

 ~~Author Unknown

I RECEIVED THE FOLLOWING IN AN EMAIL AND PUT IT ON THIS WEBPAGE FOR ALL TO PONDER AND ENJOY:

 I ran into a stranger as he passed by,  "Oh excuse me please" was my reply.  He said, "Please excuse me too; I wasn't watching for you."  We were very polite, this stranger and I.  We went on our way and we said good-bye.  But at home a different story is told,   How we treat our loved ones, young and old.  Later that day, cooking the evening meal,  My son stood beside me very still.  When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.  "Move out of the way," I said with a  frown.  He walked away, his little heart broken.  I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken. While I lay awake in bed,  God's still small voice came to me and said,  "While dealing with a stranger,  but the family you love, you seem to abuse.  Go and look on the kitchen floor,  You'll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you.  He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue. He stood very quietly not to spoil the  surprise,  you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes."  By this time, I felt very small,  And now my tears began to fall.  I quietly went and knelt by his bed;  "Wake up, little one, wake up," I said.  "Are these the flowers you picked for me?"  He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree.  I picked 'em because they're pretty like you.  I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue."  I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today;  I shouldn't have yelled at you that way."  He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay.  I love you anyway."  I said, "Son, I love you too,  and I do like the flowers, especially the  blue."  

FAMILY Are you aware that if we died tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us  in  a matter of days.  But the family we left behind will feel the loss  for the rest of their lives.  And come to think of it, we pour ourselves  more  into work than into our own family,  an unwise investment indeed,  don't you think?  So what is behind the story?  Do you know what the word FAMILY means? FAMILY = (F)ATHER (A)ND (M)OTHER (I) (L)OVE  (Y)OU 

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