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 "Rebellious to this day because her parents insisted she adjust to kindergarten and attend school, Cindy K. Roberts shows her independence by riding her mule with other kindergarten outlaws."

I was dropped on a manure pile at a very young age and raised with wild horses; that started my obsession with centering my life around cowboy heroes and equine events.  My countless hours spent in the saddle, watching afternoon episodes of Bonanza and being drawn to flashy denim like Dolly, pretty much describes my childhood . . . that and my lacking in common sense. A confused child with no direction, I turned to horses and mules for knowledge and wisdom.  [Today, I am still dazed.]  The other stuff is boring and wouldn’t interest you, so we’ll move on to the day back in 1985, when I was drawn to a lawless mule with three 6’s carved on her head, named  Rawhide. The mule took possession of my soul and that is when I learned the divine secret about the hybrid code.  Teaching me everything about mules and the true meaning to life, Rawhide has opened the door to my future and many corral gates for her buddies. During the times we had communication problems; I attended The Meredeth Manor Equine College, worked with clinicians and watched boring horse training videos.  Rawhide’s teachings gave me a deep understanding of the mules that received ineffective or harsh training from novice trainers; in other words, the mules need my help.  I produced The Behavior & Training of the Saddle Mule video; after the film and winning 3 grand championships, Rawhide‘s stardom increased which prompted many photo opportunities. 

On bad hair days, it is sometimes hard to convince horse owners that just a short time ago Rawhide was a pinup girl with her own poster sales.  Rawhide had her own line of picnic baskets, t-shirts and note cards that were sold online.  Rawhide has already learned that the competition is getting younger; being a centerfold mule does have its ups and downs.

I started showing my ass in 1987; that is when Rawhide’s true show career began.  Rawhide took 5th place out of 120 horses at the Bridle Spur Hunter Pace. That mule is used to being snubbed by the general public but now believes she is due her hard earned celebrity status.  After being slighted by hoity toity show riders, Rawhide decided that taking dressage lessons while riding under the well renowned Grand Prix instructor Frank Grelo, would be the logical thing to do.  However, Frank thought differently about the matter. 

Co-hosting and producing the radio show “Horse Sense” unbridled my desire to learn more about professionals in the equine industry.  This enabled me to meet equine greats such as Monty Roberts, Pat Parelli and trick horse trainer, Carole Fletcher as well as many others.

 

To reduce stress in my life, I took a shot at  Cowboy Mounted Shooting but  the competitive nature of the sport enticed our club members into aggression . . . which shifted the public dinner meetings into a night time brawl, similar to that seen in a wild west show.  This caused our mounted shooters to be thrown out of the finer restaurants where we held our meetings. Giving up on finding new places to meet and wanting to lower our cholesterol, we decided to dissolve the club. To this day, there are some members still at large that are forced to be drifters . . . they stay on the move, riding fast horses.  

In 2002, Rawhide pretended she had arthritis and I began looking for another mount.  After several equine purchases and trading horses, a paint horse named "Cowboy" loped into my life.  Things haven’t been the same since, especially my checking account.  In the meantime, Rawhide was caught at her game of faking "arthritis"; she developed the passion of galloping in the pasture with her new buddies and has never looked back.  Rawhide now lives on the east coast with an adoring family that is forgiving of her shenanigans.

Cowboy is good by horse standards but like his owner, he's immature for his age.  He can whip a snarling coyote but he can't stare down the neighbor's dog.  I worked at saving his image and encouraged him to live up to his potential by taking him out west. Today, Cowboy's large ego, good looks and debonair style gives him enough confidence for him to believe that someday he will have his own TV talk show.  Cowboy's own special talents have been roped in by a couple living in Cody, Wyoming.  They had to have him and it was Christmas.    

Older, wiser and having a flair for adventure along with a fascination for chiggers, I spend time with my bay mule, "Diablo" (yes he has a dark side) on the trail in the Bighorn and Rocky Mountains. When I am bored, I practice voodoo on barn pigeons and torture horse flies to fuel my inner strength. 

My secret life, as an experienced and proven bartender with a love for baking, enticed me to write my 2nd cookbook The Rhinestone Cowgirl Cookbook. Filled with recipes that feature alcohol as the main ingredient. Two cookie intoxications and one accidental fire later, my attorney advised me to place a warning label inside the book along with a liquor/liqueur substitution page.  Now successful book sales prove that I am not a complete failure and utter embarrassment to my family and friends.  


(Meet my family.)


Bartending was fun and hard work however I kept a day job to have health insurance; I worked for a circuit judge that had a lot of patience.  A professional looking clerk with a nervous twitch during the day, I pretty much dropped file folders on the floor and ran for coffee; at night I turned into a bartender-superhero that dressed like the captivating cocktail super woman with the ultimate cleavage. This photo gets smaller as I age---------------------->

 

Of course, between myself, Debra and Caren, we sold a lot of Budweiser.  

When the bar owner paid the electric bill, we had lights, a jukebox and cold beer. 

During the winter on a slow night at the bar, I developed Every Cowboy's Dream web site; with the help of a couple of cute guys, that never saw a horse much less a pair of jingle bob spurs; other than dream about them.  Clearly that web site was heading for the gutter, so I took the reins back into my own hands, burned Every Cowboy's Dream and left for Mexico to think things over.  While spending time with Juan Manuel Padillia, riding through downtown Mexico on the handlebars of his bicycle; I had time to think.  Two enchiladas and three margaritas later, I was able to develop a chest cold and the now successful Every Cowgirl's Dream (www.everycowgirlsdream.com).


I returned to the United States and left both my jobs to focus on my website, Every Cowgirl's Dream.  In between corporate meetings on horseback I publish my mule training books that contain my wisdom with that entertaining humor, write about my true mule tales of adventure and all the strange encounters while trail riding mules and donkeys.   Successful book sales allows me to fight winter hysteria, write amusing articles, watch Dog The Bounty Hunter while cleaning my guns and testing new remedies for dry skin.  

Now, published in several equine publications along with a high fiber diet, I stay active and moving in different directions. In search of adventure I chase after western stars on and off the prairie to feature in my entertaining articles that are offered for publication.
 


Feelin' kinda silly with "Pistol Pat" at the Frontier Days Rodeo, Cheyenne.


In need of a dance partner, I thought it best to find a husband.  Having no luck with eBay, I went to a sale barn and traded for a guy with great athletic conformation, high spirit http://www.everycowgirlsdream.com/aboutme/honeymoon.jpg and brains.  We had a simmering cowboy wedding ceremony with a herd of wild horse flies, drunken relatives and cowboy saddle pals to wish us the best.  Heat exhaustion persuaded us to cool things down by celebrating our honeymoon in New Orleans.  Hurricane Katrina struck and we were deserted in our hotel room in the French Quarter, I then realized the haltered one was lacking in ground manners.  Out of estrogen and with Walgreens boarded up for the storm, I decide that now is the time to bust out.  By the grace of God and forcing our will onto a walrus-size liquor salesman with a weak heart and bad breath, we were able to pile into his luxury SUV while the streets were in disarray.  There were six of us:  Uncle Lou the sweaty liquor salesman was at the wheel,  a new guy named Joe suffering from a work disability, a Sharon Stone-look-a-like liberal, a Canadian lawyer DWI ticket fixer and us the knucklehead newlyweds aka, Perry Mason and The Rhinestone Cowgirl.  Uncle Louie doing 110 m.p.h. down the back roads to get to the Interstate while dodging alligators.   At this point, I focused on keeping myself balanced as the group voted I should take the seat behind Uncle Louie, propped on top of an opened box of Southern Comfort.  This was an unbelievable long, adventure movie with no popcorn. 

Now, I will share this:  I thank my lucky stars that we made it out of a city that faced horrible destruction from the tropical storm Katrina.  Every person that went through the terrible ordeal has a different story.  I am grateful for mine because my life is very different now . . .  I know that I am blessed.  

 

After a week spent in the saddle testing the new Whoa Mule bridles, I now write entertaining articles, books about mules and why I think they should run this country.  

One thing is for sure, a lady with a mule has more fun
 

Thanks for stopping in and putting up with me...I'd love to hear from you,  Cindy K. Roberts

P.S. I play the piano 

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