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Monday, January 29, 2007

A Horse with a Personality


Barbaro euthanized; owner calls it 'the right decision'
By DAN GELSTON, AP Sports Writer
January 29, 2007


KENNETT SQUARE, Pa. (AP) -- Kentucky Derby winner Barbaro was euthanized Monday after complications from his gruesome breakdown at last year's Preakness, ending an eight-month ordeal that prompted an outpouring of support across the country.

"We just reached a point where it was going to be difficult for him to go on without pain," co-owner Roy Jackson said. "It was the right decision, it was the right thing to do. We said all along if there was a situation where it would become more difficult for him then it would be time."

A series of ailments, including laminitis in the left rear hoof and a recent abscess in the right rear hoof, proved too much for the gallant colt.

Barbaro battled in his ICU stall for eight months. The 4-year-old colt underwent several procedures and was fitted with fiberglass casts. He spent time in a sling to ease pressure on his legs, had pins inserted and was fitted at the end with an external brace. These were all extraordinary measures for a horse with such injuries.

Roy and Gretchen Jackson were with Barbaro on Monday morning, with the owners making the decision in consultation with chief surgeon Dr. Dean Richardson.


"I would say thank you for everything, and all your thoughts and prayers over the last eight months or so," Jackson said to Barbaro's fans.

The news that Barbaro had been euthanized first was reported on the Thoroughbred Times Web site.

On May 20, Barbaro was rushed to the New Bolton Center, about 30 miles from Philadelphia in Kennett Square, hours after shattering his right hind leg just a few strides into the Preakness Stakes. The bay colt underwent a five-hour operation that fused two joints, recovering from an injury most horses never survive. But Barbaro never regained his natural gait.

"We loved him. He was great," said Peter Brette, Barbaro's exercise rider and assistant trainer for Michael Matz. "He did everything we ever asked of him. He could have been one of the best. What a fighter he was."

Barbaro suffered a significant setback over the weekend, and surgery was required to insert two steel pins in a bone -- one of three shattered in the Preakness but now healthy -- to eliminate all weight bearing on the ailing right rear foot.

The procedure Saturday was a risky one, because it transferred more weight to the leg while the foot rests on the ground bearing no weight.

The leg was on the mend until the abscess began causing discomfort last week. Until then, the major concern was Barbaro's left rear leg, which developed laminitis in July, and 80 percent of the hoof was removed.

Richardson said Monday morning that Barbaro did not have a good night.

"This horse was a hero," said David Switzer, executive director of the Kentucky Thoroughbred Association. "His owners went above and beyond the call of duty to save this horse. It's an unfortunate situation, but I think they did the right thing in putting him down."



Brilliant on the race track, Barbaro always will be remembered for his brave fight for survival.

The story of the beloved 4-year-old bay colt's fight for life captured the fancy of millions.

When Barbaro broke down, his right hind leg flared out awkwardly as jockey Edgar Prado jumped off and tried to steady the ailing horse. Race fans at Pimlico wept. Within 24 hours the entire nation seemed to be caught up in a "Barbaro watch," waiting for any news.

Well-wishers young and old showed up at the New Bolton Center with cards, flowers, gifts, goodies and even religious medals for the champ, and thousands of e-mails poured into the hospital's Web site just for him.

"I just can't explain why everyone is so caught up in this horse," Roy Jackson, who owned the colt with his wife, Gretchen, has said time and again. "Everything is so negative now in the world, people love animals and I think they just happen to latch onto him."

Devoted fans even wrote Christmas carols for him, sent a wreath made of baby organic carrots and gave him a Christmas stocking.

The biggest gift has been the $1.2 million raised since early June for the Barbaro Fund. The money is put toward needed equipment such as an operating room table, and a raft and sling for the same pool recovery Barbaro used after his surgeries.

The Jacksons spent tens of thousands of dollars hoping the best horse they ever owned would recover and be able to live a comfortable life on the farm -- whether he was able to breed or not.

The couple, who own about 70 racehorses, broodmares and yearlings, and operate the 190-acre Lael Farm, have been in the horse business for 30 years, and never had a horse like Barbaro.

As the days passed, it seemed Barbaro would get his happy ending. As late as December, with the broken bones in his right hind leg nearly healed and his laminitis under control, Barbaro was looking good and relishing daily walks outside his intensive care unit.

But after months of upbeat progress reports, including talk that he might be headed home soon, news came Jan. 10 of a serious setback because of the laminitis. Richardson had to remove damaged tissue from Barbaro's left hind hoof, and the colt was placed back in a protective sling.

On Jan. 13, another section of his left rear hoof was removed. After Barbaro developed a deep abscess in his right hind foot, surgery was performed Saturday to insert two steel pins in a bone.

This after Richardson warned last December that Barbaro's right hind leg was getting stronger and that the left hind foot was a "more formidable long-term challenge."

Even before the injury that ended his career, Barbaro had earned his fame for simply being a magnificent racehorse.

Foaled and raised at Sanborn Chase at Springmint Farm near Nicholasville, Ky., Barbaro always stood out in the crowd. "He was an enormous foal," recalled breeder Bill Sanborn. "He was a tall and leggy horse, and when he grew it was like in two-inch spurts."

When the Jacksons sent Barbaro to trainer Matz over a year ago, exercise rider Brette climbed aboard and said "I thought he was a 3-year-old."

A son of Dynaformer, out of the dam Le Ville Rouge, Barbaro started his career on the turf, but Matz knew he would have to try his versatile colt on the dirt. He reasoned that if he had a talented 3-year-old in America, he'd have to find out early if his horse was good enough for the Triple Crown races.

Barbaro was good enough, all right. He won his first three races on turf with authority, including the Laurel Futurity by eight lengths and the Tropical Park Derby by 3 3/4 lengths.

That's when Matz drew up an unconventional plan for a dirt campaign that spaced out Barbaro's race to keep him fit for the entire Triple Crown, a grueling ordeal of three races in five weeks at varying distances over different tracks.

Barbaro won the Holy Bull Stakes at Gulfstream Park on Feb. 4, but his dirt debut was inconclusive since it came over a sloppy track. After an eight-week break, an unusually long time between races, Barbaro came back and won the Florida Derby by a half-length over Sharp Humor despite an outside No. 10 post.

The deal was sealed -- on to the Derby, but not without criticism that Barbaro couldn't win coming off a five-week layoff. After all, it had been 50 years since Needles won the Derby off a similar break. But Matz was unfazed, and stuck to his plan, saying all the time he was doing what was best for the horse.

Not only did Barbaro win the Derby, he demolished what was supposed to be one of the toughest fields in years. The 6 1/2 -length winning margin was the largest since 1946, when Assault won by eight lengths and went on to sweep the Triple Crown.

The 55-year-old Matz, meanwhile, was living a charmed life. Before turning to thoroughbreds eight years ago, he was an international show jumping star, and a three-time Olympian and silver medal winner who carried the U.S. flag at the closing ceremony at the 1996 Atlanta Games. He also survived a plane crash in Iowa in 1989 and became a hero by saving three children from the burning wreckage. The crash killed 112 of the 296 people on board United Flight 232.

In Barbaro, Matz truly believed he was training a Triple Crown winner. He often said Barbaro was good enough to be ranked among the greats and join Seattle Slew as the only unbeaten Triple Crown champions.

But two weeks later after the Derby Barbaro took a horrible misstep and one of the most extraordinary attempts to save a thoroughbred was under way. The injury was considered to be so disastrous that many thought the horse would be euthanized while still at Pimlico Race Track.

Instead, Barbaro was transported that night to the New Bolton Center's George D. Widener Hospital for Large Animals and was operated on the next day by Richardson.

The injuries were as serious as everyone feared: Barbaro sustained a broken cannon bone above the ankle, a broken sesamoid bone behind the ankle and a broken long pastern bone below the ankle. The fetlock joint -- the ankle -- was dislocated. Richardson said the pastern bone was shattered in "20-plus pieces."

Barbaro, who earned $2,302,200 with his six wins in seven starts, endured the complicated five-hour surgery in which Richardson inserted a titanium plate and 27 screws into the broken bones. After calmly awakening from anesthesia, he "practically jogged back to his stall" looking for something to eat.

At the time, Richardson stressed Barbaro still had many hurdles to clear, and called chances for a full recovery a "coin toss."

Afterward, though, things went relatively smoothly. Each day brought more optimism: Barbaro was eyeing the mares, nickering, gobbling up his feed and trying to walk out of his stall. There was great hope Barbaro somehow would overcome the odds and live a life of leisure on the farm.

But by mid-July, Richardson's greatest fear became reality -- laminitis struck Barbaro's left hind leg and 80 percent of the hoof was removed. Richardson recalled recently what it was like when he met with the Jacksons, and Matz, and his wife, D.D., to deliver the news.

"It was terrible," Richardson said. "I wouldn't have blamed anyone at that point for saying they just couldn't face the prospects of going on."

But Barbaro responded well to treatment, and his recovery was progressing until a final, fatal turn.

AP Racing Writer Richard Rosenblatt contributed to this report.



I passively watched this horse's endevors. I actually loved his personality, how he was so full of life. His eyes told it all. He was most definately a 4 year old colt. He had that coltish fire about him. If you have been around horses like i have, you would understand. He was a ham. He would pose for the cameras and smile, making sure that they got his "good side". I've only known of afew horses to ever do that...and those are the ones who have the most personality, and horse to handle. I'm sorry to see this horse go...the good ones always do. But he put up a fighting chance and loved the life that he had. He was a good and beautiful ham.

-Reijn

Thursday, January 25, 2007

In responce...

AND NOW.......
At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down

Finally, the guys' side of the story.
(I must admit, it's pretty good.)
We always hear "the rules"
From the female side.


Now here are the rules from the male side.
These are our rules!
Please note.. these are all numbered "1"
ON PURPOSE!


1. Men are NOT mind readers.
No you aren't, but girls have something called hormones, and don't always know how to express themselves.

1. Learn to work the toilet seat.
You're a big girl. If it's up, put it down.
We need it up, you need it down.
You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down.
germs...germs...germs. its easier to kick the seat down, than to lift it up....plus, you guys don't clean the toilet underneath the seat.

1. Sunday sports. It's like the full moon
or the changing of the tides.
Let it be.
I like sports...i'll watch them with you!

1. Shopping is NOT a sport.
And no, we are never going to think of it that way.
no, but walking is...you need the exercise anyways.

1. Crying is blackmail.
yes it is...and we know it.

1. Ask for what you want
Let us be clear on this one:
Subtle hints do not work!
Strong hints do not work!
Obvious hints do not work!
Just say it!
its not about the hints...its about the fact that you should know what we are hinting at already

1. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.
yes they are, but so is an explaination every once in a while too

1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do.
Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.
but we love you, we want sympathy and a hug from you too...its a respectful and an honor to have a crying girl call you up...it means that they trust you.

1. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a Problem.
See a doctor.
yes.

1. Anything we said 6 months ago is inadmissible in an argument.
In fact, all comments become null and void after 7 Days.
no, it still happened and it still emotionally effected us...we will bring it up.

1. If you won't dress like the Victoria 's Secret girls, don't Expect us to act like soap opera guys.
? i'm confused.

1. If you think you're fat, you probably are.
Don't ask us.
jerk

1 If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one
no you didn't, just a misscommunication. Its ok. Just explain yourself.

1. You can either ask us to do something
Or tell us how you want it done.
Not both.
If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.
uh, no...we can ask you to do something then explain how it "should" be done. Grow up...girls won't always do the dishes for you.

1. Whenever possible, Please say whatever you have to say during commercials.
agreed...but you can half listen to us if we talk during a show.

1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.
...and he thought he was going to the West Indies...he screwed up.

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings.
Peach, for example, is a fruit, not A color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.
not true...you just don't know how to look. I know alot of guys who see more colors than i do, AND can name them off.

1. If it itches, it will be scratched.
We do that.
yes you do...so why can't we?

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," We will act like nothing's wrong.
We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.
then that means that you aren't worth being friends with...you should go through the hassle if we mean something to you.

1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, Expect an answer you don't want to hear.
true, but why ask the question...not all girls are idiots.

1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine...Really.
yes, and college girls are the same way

1 Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as baseball, the shotgun formation,
or golf.
that is not true...but i'll stare blankly at you if you do bring up those topics.

1. You have enough clothes.
yes and no

1. You have too many shoes.
no i don't

1. I am in shape. Round IS a shape!
yeah, and so is an Egg...it goes both ways

1. Thank you for reading this.
Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight;
no, just a 3 hour long conversation then a make-out session telling you that i still love you.

But did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping
not true, you guys like girls sleeping next to you just as much as we like curling up next to your bodies.

-Reijn

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Helpful Friends


Crystal: yay i love college
Derek: yay
Derek: *points a gun at my head*
Crystal: awe
Crystal: u cant get a good angle that way honey
Crystal: here let me help
Crystal: ::takes gun and points at derek::
Crystal: isnt this what friends are for?
Derek: lol...*takes a few steps back*

-Reijn

Monday, January 15, 2007

Lessons Retold


i have been reminded about trust. Almost a year ago, i learned about it, and now i've been reminded. I have also been reminded on how older males psyche work. Age come wisdom, which comes knowing when and whennot to deal with items. I seem to forget. I seem to forget alot now-a-days. I've forgotten how to feel, again.

-Reijn

Friday, January 12, 2007

Origami and a Shreader


i'm broke. Again. this sucks. I go out and buy a couple of shirts and a book, and i'm broke. No spending for Reijn for the next two months. Kinda sucks, but oh well.

Daniel is in town. We are party hopping. I swear, this is not a normal thing for me. This is just the first weekend where everybody is in town and school started, so lots of parties happening this weekend.

I screwed myself over this semester in my history courses. I switched into a class that is worse than the class i switched out of. I screwed myself up. Oh well. This is going to be a hard semester. 7 papers in one class. 2 papers in another. 1 paper in a third class. 4 papers in yet a fourth class. Bleh bleh bleh. I can already feel the stress comming. This sucks.

Insight Bowl party tonight. I can't wait. It's going to be fun. Right now i'm bored watching movies i don't want to watch. Oh well. Its all good.

Tomorrow...art and more parties. sounds good?! I guess. *nods*

TTYL, not much to really talk about this time.

*huggles*
-Reijn

Pictures at the Front Door


(Photo taken from: http://www.oliviastevens.org/, God bless Olivia and her family. This photo of their daughter reminded alot of myown life and experiances as a child. I cannot even begin to think about what they went through, experiance, and continue to miss out on. You all are in my prayers.)


It doesn't matter how old you get, or how much education i continuously pay for, i still feel like the grade school Reijn who stood in front of the slick white wooden door at the front of my house, with a plastered smile on my face. Mom wanted to take a picture of me for my first day of school. And somehow, the family dog found its way into the photo too. I swear, animals are more full of it than most humans. Those days I wore a school uniform. Whether it be a polo shirt with kakki shorts or the plad skirt with matching tie and blazer, first day of school is the first day of school. I don't wear a school uniform anymore, but i do think about how i am going to look that first day, to my peers and profs. Usually a good pair of jeans and a shirt suffices, but as I step out into the new day, i still feel like that kid who is still apprehensive about meeting new kids and what the year will present itself to be.

Well, today is/was my second day of classes, and alas...all the rest of my classes to know. I've decided that i'm going to shoot myself this semester. After having a taste of what my major and my life is really about...i love it. Now i'm taking a bunch of BS classes, and i want to shoot myself. Honestly. I'm going to be writing alot of papers over things i don't give a rat's ass about. This kinda sucks. Oh well, i set myself up for this sucky class anyways. *sighs* and classes are about to start again...bleh.

So time for Reijn to get back into writing profound things again.

The weather has been absolutely beautifully astounding. I've fallen in love all over again: warm sun, blue skies, cool breeze, chilly evenings...making you want to cuddle underneath the blankets of your bed and drink a hot cup of coffee. I always forget how much i really do love the lubbock weather, until i leave it and go back to Houston, where it always rains. I forget what rain looks like after months of no sight of it.

I have forgotten what it feels to feel life again. It has been awhile. I found that life likes to hit you over the head, and once you come-to a semester has dissapeared...and you are so exausted, and don't know why. The refreshing feel of realizing what has actually happened while you were asleep, is the best feeling in the world...yet you still have to live with the weight of the actual events. Its not an easy life we all lead, but its the life we are given.

I switched out of one of my history courses today. My teacher was scaring me. I didn't want to deal with him at all. I am kinda scared to go to class on Tuesday into a new class, and ask for a sylibus. Hopefully this instructor will be better than the old war vet who has alot of issues. I am going to start to work for Jeff Wheeler in afew days. I hope that goes well. He's an interesting character but i hope to learn alot from him. I need to learn alot for the sake of...success in the buisness of the art world. *nods*

Well, this entry took me all day long. That's ok...still getting use to the swing of things.
*huggles*

-Reijn

Saturday, January 06, 2007

More Rain


well, i have spent one day in Austin. Derek and I decided to stay, and we are going to travel back tomorrow instead. *sighs* I feel really out of it. I gave Amanda a call last night...it was probally on of the hardest phone calls i've made in a long time. Who would have thought that a mind mage and a fire mage would be so stupid. My soul has been revitalized again for the first time in almost a year. Damn your good mind powers Guy! I feel like i can take on the world and its shit that it likes to throw at me. I was reminded what it feels to be in normality again...to be unconditionally loved. And once i was back in Derek's arms again, it stayed with me. Its wonderful to finally get what we have been working so hard for. It took an entire Christmas break though. I guess that's ok. I know that Guy doesn't want me to wait. But waiting is a bad word inorder to describe what i'm going to do. We are going to take care of our own lives, and if God willing, our time will come again. Just not now.

*sighs* I'm rambling. And there is alot of things that i need to sort out inorder to be ready for the next semester. *nods* okies! *huggles*

Oh and Guy, reds and blues...lots of red, with splotches of blue....right now i see green.

-Reijn
"Char"

Friday, January 05, 2007

Mind Games


I learned something this holiday. Something that I never truly thought i would ever experiance. I learned the beauty of waiting...patience. And the pain of finally getting what you waited so long for. I waited 4 years for this oppritunity, and now another 4 or more years awaits me of more waiting. My cinderella story is not finished, yea it is still being written. And for that fact...i still wait.
I wait, and it damn hurts.
Guy the Mind Mage II


-Reijn
IE: "Chardata the Fire Mage"

Monday, January 01, 2007

Insight of the New Year


just a few things:

Texas Tech makes College Football Bowl History.
We win the Insight Bowl
We got the Minnesota coach fired.
I love being a Red Raider!

-Reijn