tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31552625615095010752024-03-05T01:02:18.604-05:00Life & TimesPamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08739861378069441626noreply@blogger.comBlogger103125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155262561509501075.post-22597726042903031052015-06-22T13:22:00.001-04:002015-06-22T13:22:50.484-04:00<div style="text-align: center;">
Wow, its been a while!</div>
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I can't believe how long its been since I posted on my blog! So much has happened and looking back at the last few posts, I can see how far we've come.</div>
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This will be my summer project, to bring things up to date here. I have lots of things to share that I don't post on Facebook and so many learning experiences. </div>
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I finally figured out what I want to do when I grow up, I just finished my first year as an Occupational Therapy Assistant student, and should graduate with the two girls. And I now have unlimited internet, so I can post lots of pictures again!</div>
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I will also be creating a new web page for my Red Light Therapy business as that has started to take off and the word is spreading! </div>
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Here is a picture of the girls and I on prom night this year, they have grown so much and we have come so far.</div>
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Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08739861378069441626noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155262561509501075.post-3869675585111744552010-07-16T11:40:00.000-04:002010-07-16T11:40:36.298-04:00More thoughts, Mark & Crissi's Clinic<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The next day he told us that was the hardest clinic he'd EVER done. He was worn out and in bed by 6:00pm. We were very happy that he didn't have to work as hard the last day, in fact, he was provided a fan and a canopy to sit in front of/under! We have to take care of our teachers!</div>
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Some things I want to remember from the clinic was to make sure you get a change before stopping. A horse may struggle 9 minutes and have a breakthrough at 10, but if you intervene at 9 minutes and don't let the change happen, then next time the start where they ended last time, and you may be gettin a 19 minute struggle. Just wait them out, they will try all they know before trying something new.</div>
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You get what you settle for! This is a life lesson for me. We are having a difficult time with our 13 yo daughter and keep wondering why?! We raised four boys and never had this type of behavior or problems. The girls talk back, threaten us, call us names, tell us they hate us and basically blame everything on everyone else. The boys wouldn't have dared try any of that, and we've been trying to puzzle out why. But its simple, we would not allow it, we didn't settle for that behavior. With the girls, we have. We were very firm with the boys about what they could and couldn't do and they respected that. I guess maybe we wanted to be a little less firm with the girls, trying to be "better, more understanding" parents. I had to deal with issues I've never confronted before and was not sure how to handle. We seemed to be doing okay until this move. Now the wheels are coming off. Another parent said her previously sweet, perfect 16yo had started going out to party, drinking and smoking pot, devastating her. The councilers told her she had to accept that behavior because the daughter was going to do it anyway. That doesn't seem correct to me, is that what you settle for? I've been following a program to change behavior and they advocate not engaging in arguing, state expectations and walk away. Later you can discuss issues calmly and work out a solution/consequence. The child is not allowed to blame anyone for their bad behavior and must not only say they were sorry, but were WRONG to act they way they did. A lot of times they just don't have the correct tools to deal with the situation, so they act out and we have to be clear in what we want and show them what we expect. Sounds a little like horse training, right?!</div>
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Whoever controls space, energy and time, controls the situation. In teaching Apollo to line up to the mounting block, I had to be aware of all of these things. My problem before was he was controlling the space, by circling all around, the energy by not settling down and the time by deciding when he was going to stop long enough for me to hop on! Once I got control of the space, having him walk straight to the block, the time in immediately getting him siding over to it and the energy, calm and settled, everything became easy. Someone had to be the adult Mark said, and Apollo couldn't do that, so I had to step up and did. This also goes back to the girls, if I walk away instead of engaging, keep calm and decide when to discuss the issues, I've gained control of the space, energy and time. When they keep an argument going and keep you there trying to defend yourself, the wrong person is in charge. I felt like I was defending myself against Apollo's pushing and circling, etc. so the same rules apply.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2OhpNMKgBbHfrxBtW0KKuUja4FIXt6ai5_aLd8r9hmbXeCki7QCzZFoN6Xg7ESNlD6rL65Tj-ggcPDBL8T2kRVrHRvXae8I9taa8E6ZxwSKcAX9MkLc23uXD7aHHiw5K4ssapEhQyZ0LE/s1600/012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2OhpNMKgBbHfrxBtW0KKuUja4FIXt6ai5_aLd8r9hmbXeCki7QCzZFoN6Xg7ESNlD6rL65Tj-ggcPDBL8T2kRVrHRvXae8I9taa8E6ZxwSKcAX9MkLc23uXD7aHHiw5K4ssapEhQyZ0LE/s320/012.JPG" /></a>I so enjoyed my time with Crissi! Every day we took what we started with Mark and improved on it and advanced to a new place to start the next day. She really, really liked Apollo and she is able to rely information so it was easy for me to understand and implement while riding. At one point, she was working with me on leading again, and I was holding her horse. I saw her thought start to come forward and before she had fully lifted her foot, I shook the lead rope a bit and she stepped back. Crissi thanked me for doing that and said most people wouldn't have, but I have to make this an automatic part of my horsemanship and awareness if I'm to be consistant with all the horses I handle. Another time, we were working with Apollo on softening on stopping before moving forward again. We stopped, he softened, but he didn't feel settled or totally "stopped" to me, so even though Crissi said go, I waited a second more, and sure enough, he pushed right down on the reins. She told me she was glad I waited, and we ended up waiting out a bit of head gymnastics before proceeding. I've been unsure of how much "feel" I have when riding, etc. but by following my gut and being present, I discovered I do have a good amount of feel and if I trust it, good things happen! This has helped my confidence so much, and gives me hope that I may be a real horseperson someday!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE2l8aRZTjaDiBhqc2RA8g5yVpksBTZwL5c5h9bRxA-b5UMTBxvyL-GjQ-CCgxtkkCTNMXEfwX8tHFsv1KLdFSUwGrei7kWttU_Vzcc4v6JHLGdk1b2IWa7WUsVU7PbcZBGPXlxIu2L38Z/s1600/013.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE2l8aRZTjaDiBhqc2RA8g5yVpksBTZwL5c5h9bRxA-b5UMTBxvyL-GjQ-CCgxtkkCTNMXEfwX8tHFsv1KLdFSUwGrei7kWttU_Vzcc4v6JHLGdk1b2IWa7WUsVU7PbcZBGPXlxIu2L38Z/s320/013.JPG" /></a>I have only had Apollo for seven weeks and feel so blessed to have been able to take him to Mark's clinic relatively early in our relationship and without much history between us. I'm so glad we've mostly been having fun, running around on the trails and fooling around in the arena, with just a few formal lessons at this point. I think it will make it easier for him to switch gears and figure out what his job is now. We all agree he was good at his job and knew it well, so now we're asking something totally different from him. Instead of hopping on and racing around, I need him to line up to the block, stand quietly and wait until I cue him to move. He catches on easily though, and I think utlimately this way of life will be more suited to his personality and physical strengths. I also need him to come off the bit for balance and to soften into it instead of pushing on it. This also seems easier for him. Its more the mental, emotional stuff that he's struggling with as far as I can tell, but being the sweet, willing guy he is, I hope we can make great progress together. </div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08739861378069441626noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155262561509501075.post-71938593718960906592010-07-09T17:01:00.004-04:002010-07-11T09:08:34.072-04:00Last Day of the Clinic<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The last day of the clinic started 2 hours early to try and beat the brutal heat. I realized late at night that I had left Apollo's halter on and had let him stay outside where he seemed much happier. Of course I was totally freaked, imagining every horrible story I've heard of, even though it was a breakaway and it was a pasture without trees, etc and the fence was well electrified and he knew it, so was staying clear. So I was up and out of the hotel at 4:45, and sitting in Dunkin Donuts parking lot at 4:57 waiting impatiently for them to open! <br />
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It was still cool and there was ground fog, making everything appear and disappear in the cool mist. Apollo was fine, but had rubbed the halter over one ear. I brought him in so others that had left their horses in could turn them out. I don't know if I mentioned it before, but half of the clinic participants were from Maine! Its so great to have a growing pool of people throughout the state with the same training philosophies. I also got to visit with Sue from Maine. Good stuff happening in New England! I also had several people come up and offer to buy Apollo if I was ever interested in selling him! <br />
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I had the opportunity of having Apollo's teeth floated by a visiting dentist that Tim H. has used for years and knows well, Spencer LaFlure. Mark & Crissi had watched him work and had him do their horses too. He does a performance float and has a DVD that explains all about how teeth alignment affect your horse's body and health. Spencer also floats Olympic rider's horses and the Parelli's. He travels world-wide and they are talking about coordinating his visits to NE with Mark's clinics again next year. Since Apollo was due this fall, I figured why not?! <br />
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When my turn came, I decided to ask Mark to help me see the problems in the hind end he observed in Apollo. He showed me how little movement his hips have and how he has little to no spring when pressing down on his hip bones. I asked if he was just stiff or in pain, and he said just stiff. I also had him check out saddle fit, which was fine. Pheww! So I mounted up from the block. Apollo lined right up for me and stood nicely til I was settled, mostly! I took so long getting my right stirrup, he wandered off, but I immediately circled him and it was taken care of. So we walked out and he softened nicely. He was so willing to try, but was fussy with the bit. I did stay on and so did the saddle, so that was a nice change, LOL! We practised stopping straight, but Apollo's head kept bobbing around. After two tries, Mark finally uttered 10 magic words, "Your head and his head should face the same way". Or something to that effect. For some reason, that just clicked it for me and we nailed it from then on! When I was very clear about where his head should be, he put it there. I was really very pleased with how well we progressed as Mark coached us. My lessons with Tara and Charmaine were such a good foundation for riding with Mark and I've been trying to ride with the tools I've gathered from auditing Mark for years too. I believe it makes it so much easier because I'm not trying to replace another way of riding. We're kind of an empty slate with a basic outline sketched on it, and adding in the details is easier than having to pick and choose, or think about which way I'm supoosed to do something. So we were able to progress to trotting with softness. <br />
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When Mark and the others saw the movement Apollo has at the trot, they were very impressed! Mark said his stride increases by 8 inches and it is effortless for him. Crissi later told me that dressage people work for years to get the kind of movement that he offers naturally. He floats with a huge trot. When I got him gathered up, people were commenting on how beautiful he looked! I had to work out the rein length and the amount of contact needed to ask him for softness. Mark would tell me to shorten the reins and I would, then straighten my arms to make them longer, effectively keeping the same distance! I finally had an AHA moment when he talked about boundaries, how my hands had to set the boundary consistantly for Apollo to rely on and be able to find the soft spot. After that, it was much easier. BUT, even when we got those moments of connection and softness and Mark would say we had it, it still felt difficult. When he wasn't softening, it was downright ugly and I couldn't ride it. I was thrown all over and was so discouraged because I take bareback lessons and know I can have a better seat than that. I asked Mark what I could change in me that would sort it out, and he said not to worry about it. He needed me to get the soft feel to take home and the rest would come. If he told me all the things I could work on, I would get muddled and we would get bogged down. So it was a good lesson, he said I did good work and we did get a lot done.<br />
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After lunch, Crissi and I worked on my breathing and the trot some more. Again, even when it looked like we had it, there was a disconnection and I felt like I was riding all over the place. It was so hard, it wasn't coming easily and I felt like it shouldn't be that hard. So when we had 10 minutes left, I asked if we could try the Rocking S Ported Snaffle on him again, since Mark had said he didn't think I had the right bit and I wanted to see what size I should get if it made a difference. I got a new horse! Crissi said she wished she had a camera for a before and after picture, that he looked like a different horse. He sure felt like one! All that bad energy and worry just disappeared after a couple of minutes of his getting used to it again, and this time we really did float softly around in the trot. And it was easy peasy. Some people noticed and told me later the difference was so striking. I will be ordering the bit since Crissi didn't have one with her. I at first regretted not using the bit the whole time, I think we would've maybe gotten so much further, but now I know what riding that bad energy and worry feels like and can trust myself to recognize when something is off. Crissi told me I hit the jackpot when I found Apollo, she really liked him. Tim said he liked him so much because he reminded him of his mustang, Tico. I felt like crying hearing all of that, because its been such a long road! Of course, Apollo is not for sale, and I just love him because of his kind and willing nature. All the rest is icing on the cake. This clinic experience was so wonderful, and just as I imagined it to be. There's a lot more to write about, especially stories of the other riders and how well they all did. The funny thing was that I was one of two Pam's riding, I was Pam before lunch and the other was Pam after lunch. The first day she provided the entertainment when her horse was struggling and then my dismount was the entertainment the second day! Luckily, everything smoothed out and we all did well on the third, but geez, LOL! I am getting on the list to ride in a week-long next year, Rick and Lasell said it was phenominal! Next year, the 3 day clinics will be for people who haven't had a chance to ride with Mark yet, the waiting list is so long they are trying to be more fair. <br />
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<br />Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08739861378069441626noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155262561509501075.post-60971466890673970772010-07-07T21:47:00.007-04:002010-07-10T09:13:19.916-04:00Second day of the ClinicWell, today went a little rougher than yesterday. I had a chance to provide entertainment to the people watching! I came in and we decided to build on the soft steps we were getting yesterday so I lead him to the mounting block where he circled around and just was unsettled. He stopped for a bit in the right spot, so I hopped on and he walked off very quickly, feeling like he was going to keep speeding up. So Mark told me to circle him, and as I did, my saddle slipped off to the side and I reached forward, grabbed Apollo around the neck and slid off the side, landing on my feet facing Apollo with my arms wrapped around his neck, LOL! I got many compliments afterward about how graceful it looked, but it sure didn't feel too good. Luckily he stopped as I came off. <br />
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So we tightened up the saddle and I asked for a lesson in getting him to line up and stand quietly at the mounting block. Mark had him doing well with it in 10 minutes and I was able to duplicate what he did. He told me that the trouble had started before we even got to the mounting block, that Apollo wasn't settled at all and was in charge. He said he was standing there watching me thinking "she's really going to get on that thing?" But I learned a good lesson, he told me someone has to be the adult. So after we got that working well, we started with the soft steps exercise but ended up concentrating on his backing again. Apollo really struggles with it, and I was struggling to keep him straight. We got some improvement and then it was time for lunch break. </div>
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It was brutally hot today, and we worked in the outside arena. I think that may have contributed to Apollo's unrest and his rushing off, as a barrel racer he was expected to go in the outside sand ring. I was pleased to see Rick W show up and got to talk to him some before riding, and Lasell also made an appearance after lunch. Great to catch up a bit with both of them! <br />
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After lunch, Crissi and I worked a bit more on the leading and having him stop when I do and not taking extra steps toward me. He also tends to look away to the sides, and it felt like he was still going, leaving me in his mind. At first Crissi didn't think that was a problem, but it was happening every time so we addressed that and it got better. I was happy to finally have enough feel to even be aware that that was happening. Maybe there's hope for me afterall! I learned that the clue he should respond to was my turning my head back toward him and by the time my body followed, he needs to be stopped. Also, I need to complete the turn an be ready to address anything coming up, not just turn around and plant my feet. After that, we continued with the backing, and then </div>
concentrated on the softening going forward. He doesn't have any problem with that and we got some really nice, soft steps. He even continued to maintain it after I stopped asking for it toward the end. Before we stopped, we revisited the backing and he's still having some emotional struggle with it. Hopefully by tomorrow, he'll work through it and feel better about it. I'm having a hard time with drawing him back with me, I'm going to try counting backwards and see if that helps either of us.<br />
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All in all a good day, even though the heat was grueling. I really needed to learn the mounting block training and we have to get past the resistance to backing. Looking forward to tomorrow!<br />
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When riding, we control speed, direction and destination. When doing anything with the horse, we control energy, space and time. That's being a good leader.<br />
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Mark has thought a lot about it and now believes that distance is the key to horsemanship. The distance from our hands to the mouth, etc.<br />
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Apollo is such a good boy. He trailered up without issue and settled right in. He's been eating, peeing and pooping normally, something that always puts a horseowner's mind at ease! Its been brutally hot, but he seems to be handling it well.<br />
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Alan came up with me and stayed to watch me ride. He watched the riders before me come in with a plan and something to work on. He kept asking me what I was going to work on, I kept saying, I don't know! He'd follow me around, you don't know, aren't you supposed to know? Finally he said, I wish you'd find out how to stop him from running over me and pulling me around, so seeing as Apollo is supposed to be his horse (hahaha) that is what I asked Mark for help with. We've not been willing to just put up the boundary and let him run into it and work through it. It didn't take long before he realized he had the option to go backwards instead of always forward and I actually had time to get on and do some mounted work. Backing was one thing to clear up undersaddle too. I learned that I can pull on him, even with not much pressure because my hand was coming back to my body instead of setting a boundary and staying in one place, so always moving the boundary and confusing him. He learned to soften up and move back nicely. We tried the Rocking S snaffle bit on him as he is a little worried about the bit. He seemed to do better in it. When we went to work with Crissi, I used our bit and he was much quieter in it, so maybe he'll be okay in that one. We worked on getting Apollo stopped softly too. I alway count in my head the gait I want, 1,2,3,4 for walk, 1,2 for trot and 1,2,3 for canter. By the time we gallop, I'm just flying with him, LOL! Anyway, to get the stop, Mark had me just count the back footsteps, 1,2 - 1,2. You prepare to stop yourself, on 1 you breath out and stop and if the horse doesn't do it, on 2 you lift the rein. It took a bit for me to get this and I was still struggling a bit with the timing, etc. when we finished our session.</div>
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At lunch break, I gave the big guy a bath and let him relax while I ate lunch. Tim H. said he loved my horse and if I ever wanted to sell him, let him know first! Lunch was great and then back to work with Crissi.<br />
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My time with Crissi was so fun. She lowered my stirrups quite a lot, no one else has said they were way too short! It was more comfortable for sure. Anyway, we started with the stopping softly and in a few short minutes, Apollo started stopping as soon as I started thinking 1,2! I waited for him to soften and he worked that out quite quickly, with some backing here and there when he got stuck, then we started softening to the bit, asking for just 3 soft steps at first. I learned I needed to use shorter reins than I'm used to to get and keep that connection right now. We ended with him able to take 5 soft steps and stopping softly. Crissi really liked him too, he's been a big hit here! He's such a nice, sweet horse, you just want to hug him! He's very smart too, and today some of the worry lines around his eyes disappeared. Crissi told me he had a whole different look on his face at the end than when we started. It was nice to see. I learned to mentally soften my hands and offer him softness, it was pretty cool when I could do that and he went right with me! Another thing I realized was how important it is to stay focused and with him. I was trying to listen to a story that Mark was telling the next rider, people were laughing and it sounded like a great story, but as soon as I took my attention away from what I was doing, Apollo started offering different things like he was kind of lost and searching for me again. They were just little things, but I felt a definite difference and when I came back to him, he came right back to me! Can't wait for tomorrow to see what we learn together! <br />
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My youngest daughter, Macy, has joined the new drill team at Pony Club. They named themselves the Rhythm Riders and there are 4 teams of 2 or 8 riders all together. The first demo will be at the Dressage Rally this week-end, and if all goes well, they will do some exhibitions at a couple of fairs or other events this summer. The girls have worked really hard to learn this, and have done a great job. They will be riding to "Crazy Little Thing Called Love", "Now I'm a Believer", and "Rock Around the Clock". Its been fun watching them develop the routine and perfect their spacing and timing.</div>
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Mugwump Chronicles: <a href="http://mugwumpchronicles.blogspot.com/">http://mugwumpchronicles.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Author is Janet Huntington, is also an equine artist: <a href="http://www.cowhorseart.com/">http://www.cowhorseart.com/</a><br />
She is a great story teller and keeps us on the edge of our seats. Her stories are written chapter by chapter and is hard to be patient waiting for the next part, especially since she has a couple of stories going at once and you never know which one will be next! Its worth going back and reading the completed stories of Sonita and Mort. <br />
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Life at Star's Rest: <a href="http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/">http://black-horse-design.blogspot.com/</a><br />
Carmon is an artist who creates jewelry: <a href="http://www.black-horse-design.com/">http://www.black-horse-design.com/</a>, <br />
She lives in a yurt in the mountains of New Mexico and owns mustangs and gray hounds! She takes wonderful photos, shares her life experiences and tells wonderful stories too. Very fun blog to follow!<br />
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The Pioneer Woman: <a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/">http://thepioneerwoman.com/</a><br />
Ree is so talented in so many areas. The blog is full of beautiful photos, recipes, wicked funny stories, home schooling advise, its hard to know which section to visit first. I love her stories about the Bassett hound, Charlie! And the little punks, her kids! There are lots of tips on how to take/edit photos that are written so you can understand them, lots of recipes and beautiful photos you can spend hours looking at. And her sense of humor is wonderful. And we can't forget the Marlboro Man either!<br />
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The Daily Coyote: <a href="http://www.dailycoyote.net/">http://www.dailycoyote.net/</a><br />
Author of: "The Daily Coyote" and "Eating Gluten Free" http://honeyrockdawn.com/books/<br />
I listened to Shreve's book, "The Daily Coyote" on my MP3 player and never wanted it to end! Its a wonderful story, and it actually helped kick my butt into gear in deciding to sell the house and just go with what comes next! I love her philosophy on life and the love stories in the book. <br />
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Horse Training from the Ground Up: <a href="http://www.carolynresnickblog.com/">http://www.carolynresnickblog.com/</a><br />
I absolutely loved Carolyn's book, "Naked Liberty"! It was wonderful reading and gave me a better understanding of horse behavior. Her blog is very educational in the style of horsemanship she teaches and the videos of her students with their horses trained with her methods are amazing. <br />
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I have a style of bra that I just love and fit great, so of course they've been discontinued. I bought quite a few, but they are starting to wear out, so I've been half-heartedly looking, but kind of dreading shopping for bras again. My mom works at a rummage sale shop for Miles Memorial hospital and we've gotten some great things from the sale and now the shop. Well, she's been picking up bras for the girls there when she finds them, and the other day she showed up with a bag of 5 or 6 new/like new bras. Looking at them, they were all in my size! Although they were all different, all but two fit great. That never happens! She only paid .50 cents a piece so gave them to me. Yippee, no bra shopping for me and a new selection of blues, pink and nude bras. I love manifesting! Thanks Universe for saving me from a dreaded experience, LOL!<br />Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08739861378069441626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155262561509501075.post-14177063496739050812010-04-21T21:03:00.000-04:002010-04-21T21:03:13.074-04:00First Trail Ride with Apollo<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">
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Ever since I found the trail head to miles of trails just literally outside my front door, I've been on a mission to find a new riding horse for Alan and I. Being limited to 4 horses and having half of those unrideable or not one we wanted to ride was becoming more unacceptable all the time. It was easier in the other house where our riding opportunities were more limited, but now we have access to arenas and trails within walking distance. So I've shopped (more than usual, LOL!) and tried one out that didn't work out and shook my confidence in even knowing or being able to recognize a good riding horse.</div>
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One day Alan and I went to the local sale barn and my friend there said they had a horse she thought we should look at. So although we didn't have much time and it was raining/cold, we went down to the back barn (not all the horses there are on the way to Canada, btw, they keep horses that have sold in one area, sick horses in another and a little herd on the other side) to pull out a gelding who was getting bullied but she really liked. He was a draft cross, bay with white spot and snip on his face, very nervous and prancing around. We were told his former owner was a young woman who had used him for barrel racing and found he was too slow. He was yahooed around a lot and expected to run when ridden. I wasn't really surprised he didn't work out as a barrel horse, LOL! He's only 15.2h or so, we didn't think he was big enough and he was being kind of an idiot, so we said thanks and left. <br />
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A couple of days later, the girls wanted to stop by the barn to visit their friend and look at the horses after Girl Scouts, so I took them over. Amber fell in love with a 2 yo roan filly who is gorgeously colored and very sweet. She was in a box stall, and in the tie stall right across was the gelding we had looked at. He kept moving his butt over and craning his neck around. I thought he was trying to scratch himself or had dropped his hay, so I went and scratched him and checked the hay. He had plenty, but as we played with the filly he kept doing that, looking at us from one side, then moving his butt to the other so he could crane around and look at us from the other. They all said he wants to go home with you! All the other horses in the tie stalls were just standing there munching hay, so it was pretty funny.</div>
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We decided to let Amber go back and try out the little filly on Monday and the gelding was still there. He had settled in really well and I was urged to at least see him go and try him out. So I did and we got along fabulously. He was whinnying to his girlfriends, but kept right on working and listening, didn't put up a fuss and seemed much bigger when you were riding him. I was wishing someone who knew more was there to give me some advise, and lo and behold, the girl's former riding instructor showed up and watched me ride him. She really liked him, said he moved really well, but he would need schooling. I was encouraged that she liked him, so put down a deposit and arranged to have Alan go ride him.<br />
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When Alan finally had a day off, it was cold and rainy again. We went to the barn and they brought Apollo out, Alan looked at him and I could see he didn't think he was big enough for him. He didn't want to ride and since this horse was supposed to be multi-purpose for both of us to use, I asked if they had anything suitable that was bigger. There was a very large black bay draft named Samson that we were shown. Alan really liked him and Samson seemed to take to Alan too. He walked him around some and then put him back. Samson was a little thin and had no muscle mass at all. He'd been a cart horse with limited riding experience. I said we'd make a decision and I would go back up to try Samson out. I planned to go the next day, but it was cold and very windy and I already had to ride at Horsemaster's, so I didn't get to the barn that Saturday and they're not open Sunday. So I headed up to the barn on Monday, just praying for wisdom and a sign for what the right decision would be for us. When I was halfway there Alan called and said he had a 3 hour break from work and he'd meet me there. I was so nervous because of past mistakes and questioning my judgement. We also had decided to trade in a mare who hadn't worked out for us that had come from that barn 5 years ago and presented us with a surprise colt! That was a hard thing for me to decide as so many people act like you're sending them to an express death at slaughter if you sell to a sale barn. But I really felt that would be the best chance for her to find a home because so many people go there looking to buy. Anyway, I got there and was told the decision would be easier since Samson had sold on Saturday! I also found out he was a kicker at mealtimes if any horse got near and he was also sick. So we tried out Apollo and Alan did like him after riding him. Its funny how much bigger he looks tacked up in the western saddle and when you're sitting on him. The rider at the barn took him out on the road right after tacking up and he walked by the pasture with his girlfriends with no fuss. He did whinny but walked right on by, no resistance. He did whatever he was asked and was not shy of cars or trucks. The rider is Alan's size, so he could see that Apollo looked good with a bigger rider. So then it was decision time and I was still unsure.</div>
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So a few things had already fallen into place, Samson was out of the picture, Alan surprised me by showing up and riding and the last piece was amazing.</div>
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I walked into the store, and who should be there but the very person I had wished for! She had seen Alan and I both ride Apollo and had ridden him herself. She gave her seal of approval and thought he'd be great for us! She described him as sane, sensible and sound, a big "little" horse. She told Alan he looked great on him too. I couldn't believe it. Then she said not to feel bad about trading my mare, that my friend that works there knew her and would advocate for her and she thought it was also a good place to find her a new home. I didn't even ask for that, but it was what I really needed to hear. This lady is amazing at reading horses and people, I'm so glad I'm getting to learn from her. So the deal was struck, we were very happy with the trade, Apollo loaded right up with Alan and now we start our journey! I feel confident that this was the right horse and the right thing to do. Let the fun begin!</div>
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I have had the opportunity to discover for myself just how effective the power of red light therapy can be. When I went to Vermont two years ago to crew for one of the horse/rider teams on the 100 mile endurance ride, I ended up slamming my finger in the door of the pick-up truck first thing in the morning. I almost passed out from pain and an empty stomach. I got it doctored up and went on to tend to the horse I was in charge of, getting the cut wet and dirty multiple times through the day. When I got home my husband assured me it was definitely going to get infected and I should seek medical attention. I decided to try red-lighting it as it was a week-end and I wasn't going to get seen soon anyway. I couldn't believe how well the lights took away the swelling and throbbing in my finger/nail. Every time the finger/nail would start throbbing from the pressure of the trapped blood beneath it, I would use the lights and it would ease the pain. I took pictures that time too, but can't locate them right now. I had also reinjured my finger 2 days after the first event by hurrying out the door because of some horse emergency and closing the door on my injured finger. I almost hit the ground in pain that time and the cut was reopened. Anyways, my finger healed wonderfully and all of the old blood under the nail was reabsorbed, turning from black to purple to light purple to pink and then gone! I did lose my nail as the blood had seperated it from the nail bed but never had to drill a hole in the nail to relieve pressure and no infection in the cut on my finger. <br />
Unfortunately, I didn't learn how to keep my fingers out of the way, and ended up shutting the same finger in my front door just a day after looking at it and thinking how nicely it had healed and and how well the nail had regrown! Same thing, slammed it so hard it cut my finger and gave me a bruise under the nail. I do have pictures of the healing process of this incident, I was confident that the lights would wield their magic on this injury and they certainly did. The first picture is a little gross, but the rest are amazing I think!<br />
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The day I reinjured my finger, 3/23/2009<br />
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Before we got the Port-a-Potty delivered, we had to use another potty. We borrowed one from Alan's parents and put it in the shower stall in the bathroom. After the Port-a-Potty was delivered, we kept it in here for night-time use, as the girls weren't too keen on going outside after dark to use the facilities! It was a pain to take it out of the shower everytime we wanted to get clean, but we were glad to have it.</div>
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I really had to laugh! Liquid Miracid Plant Food from Miricle Grow! Quite fitting, doncha think?</div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08739861378069441626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155262561509501075.post-56344559199032587142010-03-26T08:04:00.001-04:002010-03-26T08:12:40.354-04:00My Uncle Raymond<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My Uncle Raymond was the oldest of my mother's siblings. He loved horses and owned drafts which he used to twitch wood from his woodlot and he also competed at the pulling contests at the local fairs. He and my aunt had no children, his horses were like family to him. They would travel to different states and bought some really nice teams of horses and he was widely known in the horse world here in Maine. He used to whistle to his horses to get them to pull at the fairs and frowned on the use of electric wire shocks to get them to go. I lived an hour and a half from him, so didn't get to spend a huge amount of time with him, but always loved to go visit and see the horses. He was also known for being frugal, coonverting an old school bus into a horse trailer and doing many things himself, such as shoeing. He died at age 70 of a heart attack while shoeing one of his horses. That would be the way he would have wanted it. <br />
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I think of Uncle Raymond often when working with my horses, I got them after he died, and I so wish he were here still to give me advise and guidence. Sometimes I know things about a horse and don't know how I know them, and wonder if he IS still here, guiding me.<br />
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Anyways, the other day I went out to feed lunch, bundled up in my one-piece Carhartt suit with my light blue Mad Bomber hat with the gen-u-whine rabbit fur lining since the nice warm spring weather went into hiding! As I was slogging back across the paddock through the mud and puddles, a pick-up truck drove up my road and parked in my driveway. A man got out and the little puppy-doodles ran to greet him. When I reached him, he introduced himself as the neighbor that lives at the end our our main road, the house with all the heavy equipment and a few horses. Alan noticed the equipment, I knew the horses! Anyway, he offered his services when we were ready to clear some land and we got talking about this property and horses of course. He has a lot of daughters I learned from someone else, eight of them I was told! Some of them were into horses and one did really well in barrel racing, competing throughout the US and Canada. He also had drafts, so I asked him if he knew of my Uncle Raymond. Of course he did he said! He grew up around Raymond, his family owns a sawmill and milled much of his wood. Then he told me that he owns the remaining horse from my uncle's last team, a horse named Dick. Said he was a great horse and he had just used him to twitch wood the other day. How cool is that?! <br />
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It turned out to be a really hot summer after all the rain. We had been spoiled by our pool and being able to jump into it whenever we got too hot working around the farm. The water tank wasn't big enough for all of us, so we had to find a new place to cool off. A new friend told us about a place where there is a dam and you can swim there. It was by the Head of Falls church and turned out to be exactly 5 miles from our driveway.</div>
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We had so much fun swimming at the dam!</div>
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We were so glad to see him, and he really helped out in putting the horse shelters together and other things we had to get done. I felt so bad about him visiting under these conditions, we were so busy we had little time to relax and just visit. He said he felt like he was back in Afghanistan! We did get the Port-a-Potty while he was here, so that helped. But he was reduced to shaving using a Barbie jewelry box mirror! </div>
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It was a tough time for everyone, but his next visit at Christmas was much better.</div>
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We made a lot of mistakes when we moved here last July, and one of them was waiting to move the chickens last. The other was leaving the chicken coop for the new owners because that meant that we HAD to move the chickens last!</div>
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Since it rained the whole month that we had to move, we didn't have a chance to build a new coop, so the chickens needed to stay in the horse trailer until we could get that done. So on closing day, we were, of course, running late and the last thing to do was catch the chickens. Alan and I were on our way back to the house after delivering the horses to the land. We called and asked the girls and Darren to catch the chickens and put them in the big wooden box we had left. </div>
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We had left the chickens in the coop to make this easier and they had no problems with most, but one did escape! So as the new owners were making the last walk through, my kids were outside chasing a stubborn chicken around the yard! We got there and it was another 1/2 hour before we finally got the darn thing, and put them all in the horse trailer. By now there was no way we could take them to the land and get back in time for the closing, so we settled for a quick wash up at the neighbors to get the sweat and moving grime off and headed in town to the lawyers with the horse trailer carrying the chickens in tow. </div>
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It was a really warm, sunny day, FINALLY, and the closing didn't go as smoothly as planned. One bank didn't transfer something they should have, etc, etc. and we ended up sitting there for a while waiting for it to be straightened out. I was getting concerned about the heat in the trailer with the chickens also being in a box, so during the wait asked Alan if maybe we should go check on the chickens. The real estate agent for the buyers (who it turns out I knew through horse-related friends) asked me what I was talking about. So I told her that we had run out of time and had to bring our chickens to the closing with us. She couldn't believe it, and I think she thought they were in our car! I told her not to worry, they were all buckled in! We had a good laugh and the chickens were fine when we were done. We really felt like the Beverly Hillbillys though, and probably looked like them too!</div>
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So we got back to our new home and set the horse trailer up as the chicken coop. </div>
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For the next few days though, a black and white chicken, which is the what the one we couldn't catch was, kept coming up to "visit" us at the camper while the rest of them stayed around their new "coop". I really think it was that darn chicken and she thought she was very special because of all the effort we put into bringing her along!</div>
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A few nights after moving here, I went down the check on all the critters for the last time and found a chicken that had fallen off the side of the wooden box and gotten caught hanging upside down between the side of the trailer and the wooden box. All I could see in the flashlight beam were sticking up chicken feet and I was thinking, "What the H---!" I grabbed the feet and they were cold. I really thought that she was dead. I moved the box, pulled her up and got her right side up again. She was still alive and gave me a look like "whoa, HEAD RUSH!". I set her down on the trailer floor but she couldn't walk right away, just kinda wobbled around like a drunken sailor then plopped down again. You could tell she couldn't feel her feet. By the time I went back to the camper, she was looking better, and her feet were feeling warmer, but I didn't know how she'd be in the morning. She ended up being fine and I made sure the box was further away from the side of the trailer!</div>
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We're very happy we brought them along, as they have been a big help in clearing the land and keeping down the ticks!</div>
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Blueberry (our oldest chicken) checking to make sure the tractor is in gear!</div>
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I was going through some pictures from this summer, documenting our move and adventures, and realized I wrote posts but never published them, or meant to write posts and never did. So I thought I'd update a bit and share some of the memorable moments of last year. <br />
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One good decision we made when moving was to have a porta-potty delivered until we could get our septic system in and hooked to the camper. They delivered the potty the first Wednesday we were here, it was actually the first thing you saw when you drove in. My sister thought that was completely tasteless while I thought it was extremely comforting to visitors! Anyway, part of the deal is that they come out and clean the potty once a week, and I bet you can guess which day that was! We quickly learned that if you got a chance to go spend the night somewhere else or were invited out, Tuesday was the day to shoot for. We all looked forward to Wednesdays and the nice clean potty we would have! You come to really appreciate such little luxuries in life when you're living a bit raw. We were really glad to see the potty go, once our camper was hooked to the septic, but it sure made life easier while it was here. Plus, you never knew what you'd find sneaking out of it!<br />
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We thought it may be a little too big for us, so decided to try and modify the plan, taking off the wing on the left side of the picture, which was the master bedroom. I pictured the house in a light yellow, Alan reluctantly agreed!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKlZUBpr0uqd0XaGJTZmoCIv-4zBqeZT4U3pgoMrS6Cy30ClkSrb5AxPiHhqMpVqadLKtUlkTFsT4McZq5XNajcwExOoGKV_W8EcCs_sB6lxQjY8lObDMe0OPGFZX2ezaBIRaNKUyqf4ps/s1600-h/our_house_plans.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444015043042186002" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKlZUBpr0uqd0XaGJTZmoCIv-4zBqeZT4U3pgoMrS6Cy30ClkSrb5AxPiHhqMpVqadLKtUlkTFsT4McZq5XNajcwExOoGKV_W8EcCs_sB6lxQjY8lObDMe0OPGFZX2ezaBIRaNKUyqf4ps/s320/our_house_plans.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Then we found this house when driving around, checking out the modular homes and really liked most of it, but it was a bit too small, so we tried to combine the two plans to make one that would work for us. It was a bad decision to do that. Nothing was working out the way I wanted and it got very frustrating and overwhelming to where I didn't even want to think about it. So I didn't, just put it on hold and got settled in the camper for the winter and got through the holidays. The one thing I've heard most people say who have built a house, is that they wish they had taken more time. Getting into the house became more important than doing it right, so I'm trying not to make that mistake and not rush into anything. Hey, camper living isn't too bad really!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgQCqSYpf1OBpHXs9SGUzKu_9e3EceWUyikEBihTNc2yxG4coCYEe_E1CsMOLVuPx4l9AoSXdGUdmwZZdAaDbKcgtAY2NErknPfnCO_bYUa_cMqFs4Bs2jggFY0fqzhOAn9cPxkDBh1e1/s1600-h/chalet.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444015045139518978" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzgQCqSYpf1OBpHXs9SGUzKu_9e3EceWUyikEBihTNc2yxG4coCYEe_E1CsMOLVuPx4l9AoSXdGUdmwZZdAaDbKcgtAY2NErknPfnCO_bYUa_cMqFs4Bs2jggFY0fqzhOAn9cPxkDBh1e1/s320/chalet.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />So about the end of January, I really started focusing on the house plans and what to do about them. I told Alan I was done with trying to fix the ones we had, maybe we should start over. So I pulled out the plans of the first house, and really, they are almost perfect, probably why we picked them in the first place! It is a little bigger, but the wing is what makes it all work. I went on line and looked up the plan, and found MY HOUSE! Someone actually built it, this is a real picture and its exactly how I imagined ours would be, its even light yellow! So now we're getting a few little things tweaked on this plan and we should be good to go! The main floor is about 1200sf and we'll still have a loft, so about 300sf upstairs, 1500 sf isn't huge so it should be doable. The wing on the right in the picture will be the entryway, and eventually there will be a garage attached. There will be a daylight basement where the girls will have their bedrooms, bathroom and a living area.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeTkrYo-ZwMTy7c_PowERotWStOrDv1sCqMKfW-SjMCa_w7K3GTlK0QFQsx74R4Cx_QVXzVNqOKQKGYTPSY4t6qzeQvySTAtiGf6_VXvJBzrCa9N_tcRZUqAS7QZ0_KBHxTVum2_CU-0NP/s1600-h/Our+House+Picutre.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444012465717660274" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeTkrYo-ZwMTy7c_PowERotWStOrDv1sCqMKfW-SjMCa_w7K3GTlK0QFQsx74R4Cx_QVXzVNqOKQKGYTPSY4t6qzeQvySTAtiGf6_VXvJBzrCa9N_tcRZUqAS7QZ0_KBHxTVum2_CU-0NP/s320/Our+House+Picutre.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>Here are some rough drafts of the floor plans, if anyone has any ideas or suggestions, please share!</div><div><br />1st Floor Plan<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCiZORJkmO0Vqyo4lNZduyZKiHZ0qJRoo8XlflTNA9dQTkxATu2rE6D031qTeymKRA9hoFroQ-uSK3Iu16DQOaIqp3VSlRXzYCnkjMf3-TrdOvKLVP9_zKasWqyDCeP8UrRCSH22v-zKC8/s1600-h/revised+house+plan+first+floor.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444020218721046898" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCiZORJkmO0Vqyo4lNZduyZKiHZ0qJRoo8XlflTNA9dQTkxATu2rE6D031qTeymKRA9hoFroQ-uSK3Iu16DQOaIqp3VSlRXzYCnkjMf3-TrdOvKLVP9_zKasWqyDCeP8UrRCSH22v-zKC8/s320/revised+house+plan+first+floor.gif" border="0" /></a> </div><div>2nd Floor Plan</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1zPEA4CXVY_7uqKLHruhW-dupqANNR6lOhiJqxWNNn12NibPNLVWmqJlA1EWKVdoGu_MEO8INS-5s-pCMgKc7GSEzrHrTLF1NSCXCGgYqU7HECK357L-DwGfRaUZlxeuCGjWNEjCCwUet/s1600-h/upstairs+house+plan.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444020214782046354" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1zPEA4CXVY_7uqKLHruhW-dupqANNR6lOhiJqxWNNn12NibPNLVWmqJlA1EWKVdoGu_MEO8INS-5s-pCMgKc7GSEzrHrTLF1NSCXCGgYqU7HECK357L-DwGfRaUZlxeuCGjWNEjCCwUet/s320/upstairs+house+plan.gif" border="0" /></a></div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08739861378069441626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155262561509501075.post-65062399932972233762010-02-24T14:27:00.007-05:002010-02-24T15:02:26.024-05:00How Fast They GrowFrom this:<br /><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rzRQJk1-t-1Ohyphenhyphen69Evh1CgxEHDrpWdb07DpsijlVdYwZoHt0NWErTmc3cphpTTP00vMjknGMgqkeC7vereGdnT3MSq7UfPc8ZIxItT3IKLntqmHbJ1pPbYPo6LskDkXj6eLVdaxfbZVO/s1600-h/100_0161.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441895421513997682" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7rzRQJk1-t-1Ohyphenhyphen69Evh1CgxEHDrpWdb07DpsijlVdYwZoHt0NWErTmc3cphpTTP00vMjknGMgqkeC7vereGdnT3MSq7UfPc8ZIxItT3IKLntqmHbJ1pPbYPo6LskDkXj6eLVdaxfbZVO/s320/100_0161.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />To This:<br /></div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhItZ4GkYajv78HuU_ejL-vdZi6SP3y_ISGn0RS24uSIbijy95fPlgt0LGMrtwQPvA3hdqXUUme7b56rAmcJHtcsUJzFLAwJEV29Zt-ssoTHkOmVKj7bX07mW4Jnq2JlW1Lp3E-lL715Zob/s1600-h/045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441895429240660690" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhItZ4GkYajv78HuU_ejL-vdZi6SP3y_ISGn0RS24uSIbijy95fPlgt0LGMrtwQPvA3hdqXUUme7b56rAmcJHtcsUJzFLAwJEV29Zt-ssoTHkOmVKj7bX07mW4Jnq2JlW1Lp3E-lL715Zob/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />in just a few short months. </div><br /><div>They may be big, but they still remember their tricks! </div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitSztloPCnnrvm5esMttqahf0a6s7FmljDMPL5zp5U2z8lKNgVzGhr2DtyW53SJU1eHjkBGWsPzBnFca5eVMoFMuQQGzVYWMkavNddXFQjoCIg7PWrtTP8SLRvaBJTookltLOjBdPM5mQS/s1600-h/028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441899861916268530" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitSztloPCnnrvm5esMttqahf0a6s7FmljDMPL5zp5U2z8lKNgVzGhr2DtyW53SJU1eHjkBGWsPzBnFca5eVMoFMuQQGzVYWMkavNddXFQjoCIg7PWrtTP8SLRvaBJTookltLOjBdPM5mQS/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>Wilbur kneeling for a chocolate doughnut<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441895444159551570" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIRTneyAXFcgmg-7WoWMPYd9Sr8a5Vb6EJHpeL4iB-QX3W_T37X3lszrPiCXT7ng4iXnI-bgGqkXp-3asgO40pS55edu-LvtAdfvIRw2Kq-QsvSrMxNPYpXsqUCT1ZSqOo_JSBdx5pOPxk/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iqt3WHpXynqcqpQkPwF3eaQyRDKubN-P5yPKXO9QCkoUN9PL8vvivIPkFIwqa4NVg9G5PNsBmGAoHFZsHNLfZp8-zCrsP-nEW__pLAABNxe8SRkItPfKFEtEC0nuHL_bJ8w3fWI4QwK3/s1600-h/052.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441899858586344114" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2iqt3WHpXynqcqpQkPwF3eaQyRDKubN-P5yPKXO9QCkoUN9PL8vvivIPkFIwqa4NVg9G5PNsBmGAoHFZsHNLfZp8-zCrsP-nEW__pLAABNxe8SRkItPfKFEtEC0nuHL_bJ8w3fWI4QwK3/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxXwETJInKd1fancoqJTi0lbnUiv6gekrNMpXRlPib7HD537FD9eliADJaxX3jzV3GtomlcSjTtFC6ZOz4OnySwkDOCN56c59HOZnaK4ypqe3SXlhhYmH-LUagM_styVj9HCfStIkLAB8O/s1600-h/041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441899845992357570" style="WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxXwETJInKd1fancoqJTi0lbnUiv6gekrNMpXRlPib7HD537FD9eliADJaxX3jzV3GtomlcSjTtFC6ZOz4OnySwkDOCN56c59HOZnaK4ypqe3SXlhhYmH-LUagM_styVj9HCfStIkLAB8O/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /></a></div> <br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie8LH9YNYOATK-uJmp7uCBP72Uhgez8gsz1iWaY7Nm6cw6ShnXm0tTkMnsP7T_r5XiNxMti9pudKBW3v93ZrVvZRCOYhpvueIGTjFIHCjAej0pE4K4m0ISRUMKZSumaP7ifajcOqNbdALq/s1600-h/055.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441902098843531682" style="WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie8LH9YNYOATK-uJmp7uCBP72Uhgez8gsz1iWaY7Nm6cw6ShnXm0tTkMnsP7T_r5XiNxMti9pudKBW3v93ZrVvZRCOYhpvueIGTjFIHCjAej0pE4K4m0ISRUMKZSumaP7ifajcOqNbdALq/s320/055.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08739861378069441626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155262561509501075.post-59947792505892295902010-02-24T13:38:00.006-05:002010-03-06T09:10:47.111-05:00Birthday RodeoOn Macy's birthday, January 20th, it was a snow day at school so we decided to go see "Avatar" in the afternoon and do some shopping afterwards. We had a great time, getting home after dark, about 5:30pm, tired and ready for some supper.<br />
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Everyone else got out of the car and I gathered up some things and stepped out. All of a sudden I heard a noise that I've learned too well, a noise that sends a sense of dread coursing throughout my body,<br />
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"OINK!!!" <br />
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I look behind me, and here comes Wilbur, trotting up the driveway to greet his long lost friends and wish Macy "Happy Birthday" I'm guessing! The pigs have been shut up in their pen since we got too much snow to open the gate, and the build up of snow made it possible for Wilbur, who can hardly drag is hind legs over a leetle log, drag his huge butt over the fence! When he gets out, he is soooo happy, he just runs around, rolls in the snow, scratches his butt on every rock, visits the horses, and leaps in the air, kicking his heels out in joy. We're usually freezing, in a hurry and not amused. I've heard the girls mutter more than once, "Where's the gun?"<br />
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Meanwhile, Petunia is screaming in her pen and Amber runs down to make sure she doesn't escape too. Of course, since its not her pig out, she's all for the 5 cent bullet solution.<br />
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So we get Wilbur to follow us down to the pen, we get his front feet up on the gate and it looks like we'll be able to just hoist his butt up and over. I wish I had my camera, because at that point, when things were going well, he really did look cute. Once Alan wrapped his arms around his hind end and tried to lift him up, Wilbur decided he was out of there and slid down and ran off. Alan chased him and was able to grab him around the neck. It had been snowing all day and we had a good amount on the driveway, so it was slippery and Alan went snow pigging for a good distance, leaving dragging heel marks in the snow. It was hard to figure out what was happening amid the shouting and pig squealing. Then Wilbur did the pig spin, whirling around and around until Alan couldn't hold on any longer. Wilbur escaped into the horse pasture and went to say hi to his buddies that were waiting for supper. They tried to help by threatening to stomp him, prompting Macy to go screaming into the pasture to protect her pig. <br />
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I tried to sweet talk him back into the pen with food and scratches, would almost get him to the gate, and off he'd run. Alan tried the headlock tackle once more, again getting tossed aside like a rag doll. By this time he's swearing, the pig is squealing, the daughters are screaming and the puppies are running around "helping" by almost getting trampled and barking. I was getting concerned that Alan would be injured in his pig riding attempts, as they can move quite quickly and they would disappear into the darkness as they battled up the driveway and I would lose sight of them in the dark, having just the noise to figure out who was winning. Sadly it was always Alan laying in the snow when I got there.<br />
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Finally he went to get a lead rope, we'd been trying to corral old Wilbur for about an hour, setting up obsticles to herd him to the gate, etc. We'd dug the gate out and opened it some, but had to be careful because Petunia was still trying to get out. Macy was following along, crying and yelling that he better not hurt her pig! I'm sure the thoughts he was thinking at that point was much more destructive than she would like to know! He finally got the rope around Wilbur's neck and herded him back down to the pen. Every time Wilbur tried to escape one way or the other, Alan would pick his front end up with the rope and get him back on track. Of course the pig squealed as if he were being murdered, and Macy was still following along screaming, and Petunia was still calling for her friend, but we were making progress. Alan did get him to the gate, and we managed to shove him in without letting Petunia out.<br />
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We all went back to the camper to make some supper and have birthday cake. It was all I could do to not keep breaking out in hysterical laughter remembering how funny Alan looked getting dragged around by poor old Wilbur! Even he had to laugh about it the next day, but he wasn't too amused at the time.<img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441892708551650946" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg54RzcKSG56rLOLV9mxfmMR2AodjAIU-PJyQvnBJ7s319eIDTVs5pZCVuO3fTFLVCJMRx5kOJPA-XGfzqLjIGfoGkhTh1wV6n9HW5-4xSVNz89596ltUlrhZdk1UBj-2-JrTZtAYBECLN8/s320/031.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 233px;" /><br />
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A picture of the big "ham".</div>Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08739861378069441626noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3155262561509501075.post-8317450795368421512009-11-13T07:04:00.005-05:002009-11-13T08:44:31.776-05:00Carol and MardieWhen we were moving out of our house, on the last day it got really crazy. We were nearing the end and my mother and I were cleaning and clearing out my bedroom. In the closet, I found the boxes that I stored old cards, letters, school papers, etc. in. I started sifting through a bit but realized I didn't have time to sort stuff at that point. So I gathered it all up and stuck it in a small suitcase. As I was taking a final look around, I noticed a card laying on the carpet. We'd been working in there for a while at that point, and I hadn't seen it before. I picked it up and realized it was a Thank You card from my dear friend Carol, who passed away from cancer in 2006. There had been a divorce that tore a group of friends apart, and a remarriage that brought her great joy. We tried our best to stay friends with both and were there when Carol remarried. When she became ill, she kept it a secret. I never got to visit her and say good-bye. That has bothered me so much. The card was thanking us for our wedding gift and friendship. I don't remember getting it and was struck by the fact it was the only card left out. I silently thanked Carol for the support and took it as a sign that everything is alright with her and I knew we'd make it through the move after that. This adventure was something that would have delighted her!<br /><br />When I worked at the YMCA, I met a woman named <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mardie</span>. She was in her 70's at that time, and swimming competitively in the Senior Olympics, travelling the world to go to different meets. She had had a very interesting life, her parents were ex-patriots living in France and hanging out with names like F. Scott Fitzgerald for a time. They then lived on the Pacific coast where she could hear the surf pounding on the shore. As an adult, she lived in Europe with her husband who was an educator in schools there. Then they moved to Maine. I was always fascinated by her past and the things she was still doing. I lost touch with her after leaving the Y, but had heard through mutual friends that her health had deteriorated and she no longer recognized people. While moving, we had found the old leather hat she had given Alan, we still wear it when its raining and we need to feed the horses. She got a kick out of how he looked in it, a bit like a hobo, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">LOL</span>! I had meant to ask a mutual friend how <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Mardie</span> was doing when I visited with her just after the move, but had forgotten.<br /><br />Anyways, a few weeks after moving, we decided we needed more glasses from the storage trailer. People had given me newspapers to wrap stuff in since I don't read them. So as I was pulling glasses from the box and unwrapping the newspaper, I noticed on the ground below the trailer was an <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">uncrumpled</span>, perfectly folded piece of newspaper. I asked Alan to pick it up and asked him where it came from. He didn't know but when he turned it over, there was a picture of <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Mardie</span>. She had died in June. I had not heard that and was sad to learn the news. It was the oddest thing as all the other newspaper was crumpled and in the box of glasses. Even Alan was a little taken aback. I'm glad <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Mardie</span> is at peace now, and cherish the memory of her.Pamhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08739861378069441626noreply@blogger.com1