Thursday, August 12, 2010

Because I SimplY ReFuSe to believe that the Lord does NoT answer prayer...

Gore Bay, Manitoulin Island, Ontario, Canada
Look closely...

So here goes. We've been a little busy, harried, hectic, and all-around frazzled in the M household for ... oh, about the past 3 weeks? can I connect the Thursday before we left for vacation to the weeks since, because it's been about that long?
And part of the reason I haven't blogged lately stems from the computer move from our dining room-eh area to the desk in the basement, where it has been destined to go since we bought the darn thing. Needless to say, the slim margin of time that I have had on the computer I consumed searching for cars. Stupid, because no nuggets of wonder have crossed my path, and the search has simply led to arguments and disagreements in our house, T's work, and it is infecting our life. But, prayers are answered everyday, and this too, shall pass.
My phone pooped, finally for real. I've functioned without a "0" and "#" sign since May, thank God for voice dialing (leaves me lacking when attempting to navigate customer service menus, but lack of action gets a person eventually in those cases). Sunday K chewed the "Send" button, creating a shortcut to "Text Dad" with a message of "699669966999" if I press SEND, and only SEND,SEND,SEND. So, if I haven't called lately (Tiff? Jess? Al? Kel?and other people whom I can't remember because you are no longer in my phone?i deeply apologize.) - blame it on my daughter. My dad didn't have your phone numbers in his old phone currently in my purse, so I now don't have them either. But, I have the full array of my father's and brother's friends numbers, in case anyone cares.
Yesterday, the girls and I found peace in the chaos and chilled at the barn for a few hours. It was something like heaven, maybe it was, because we walked horses, fed horses, cleaned pens, retrieved eggs, carried cats, and ate ice cream (after washing hands, of course).
So, my point is, this too shall pass. Someday I will post pictures of the North Channel trip, because it is worth it. They may not be in chronological, or any, type of order. But you will see them, and be in awe. And love them. Because I said so. Just wanted to update y'all in the happenings around here, we for surely have not forgotten you and will be back with the/some/selected/pieced together action in no time flat.

Told ya.

Friday, August 6, 2010

FarM Casualty

Details to come, but we are 1.5 chickens down from an event that transpired yesterday. Therefore, no bloggies until Sunday night probably, but we'll be back.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Mackinac Island: Summer Adventure #1

As I took waaaaaay too many pictures while on our recent vacation, and the sorting/editing/blah blah blah is taking a while. In between the other things that Jess so kindly listed that are going on, this vacation will most likely be broken up into a couple posts. But, to wet your appetite, here's the lowdown on Mackinac Island these days.
For those of you who are not familiar with Mackinac Island - grow to know it. It's a lovely destination for a family trip. The main catch? No automobiles are allowed - horses and bikes are the main mode for transportation. In short, my kind of place!

Arnold Line are still the rockin' ferries to take. They have the "high speed cat". Don't ask, just do it.
After thinking more, I retract that statement. I don't know that for a fact, I only know that we rode on their boat and they ferried us over to the island and back with no complications. No complications - I like that.

Adalynn enjoyed watching the boats come in almost as much as she enjoyed the ride.

Our boat - arriving.

On the boat, to the island.

Once on the island, we biked to "The Original Mackinac Island Butterfly House and Insect World".

The girls enjoyed seeing the butterflies, even though Keely wanted to pick them up and lick them in the worst way.

The Butterfly House handed out bracelets, they served well as chew toys.

Butterflies, eating.

After the Butterfly House and lunch, the girls tuckered out while us oldsters biked halfway around the island

to take in a decent, albeit cloudy, view of the bridge.

Because I love him.

Growing up, we only knew the island as good for 3 things:
1. Biking...alot.
2. Eating Fudge...alot.
and 3. Taking pictures of, viewing, and watching the horses.
Evidently, T and I grew up differently. He didn't know what he was getting into when we traveled over to the island and volunteered to carry the girls in their trailer. I'm afraid my husband almost suffered a heart attack pedaling around the island, evidently he's never had the lovely experience and swears that the girls grow heavier as they sleep. I don't know about that, but he lived and is better for the experience. I'm sure of it.


We stopped by the airport to watch a big (ish) plane take off,

and a little one land.

I saw this interesting contraption. At first, I thought it carried juice to golf players on the course, you know, like a juice golf cart but with horses?
I was wrong. Boy, was I wrong.
It turns out that this serves as a street cleaner, horse pulled of course. Unfortunately, they have forgotten to clean the street cleaner, evidently in a couple hundred years. As water sprinkles on the road before brushes on the underside turn to pick up debris, the brushes pick delicately from a large selection of crap that has accumulated on the underside over the years. And deposits the muddy substance on the road. So here's my warning: IF YOU SEE THIS CONTRAPTION, DO NOT FOLLOW. On an island where horses serve as the main transportation, what you are imagining this substance to be, look, and smell like is most likely correct.

Really, she's so cute when she sleeps. How can you resist?

What this picture doesn't show is the large hill that T and Oma have just biked, T with the bike trailer with the girls sleeping inside, trying desperately to keep the wheels turning enough to maintain forward motion while not running into the back of the slooooow moving horses with accompanying trailer. It was a trying experience, but they fought and won - without holding on to the back of the wagon for assist - HonesT!

This awful, awful picture does nothing to display the gorgeousness of these horses. The Grand Hotel, while charging $10 per person to go inside (even just to BROWSE!), allows free entry into their stables. If you get the chance, go, it's worth it. This is one of the owner's Hackney horses (NoT the pony breed!). A beautiful creature, it carried the owner around town that night and had just received a bath in preparation. This horse is one of 450 of it's breed in the United States - or world, I don't remember.

Back at the Straights State Park that night, we walked to the waterside to take obligatory pictures of the bridge.

Adalynn had to play and swim.

Just another night in paradise!

After we made our way back to the bridge, my dad showed me a hidden (well, there is a sign, i just get the feeling that not many take notice) trail to view the bridge, head-on.

The sun was fading fast, but the view was incredible.
In conclusion, Mackinac Island remains similar to the island it was years before. I think a little more inhabited now, but such is life. We hope it remains somewhat the serene, natural environment we have come to know and love. I spoke with the Michigan Horse Council who is quite interested in horse life on the island. They are eructing a dressage arena on the island, a temporary one stood in it's place when we visited with 3 handsome Fresians in black tie affair showing off inside. This lady evidently has a place on the island, and in ... Mount Pleasant? Each April she ships her horses to the island for the summer, then back to Mount Pleasant in October. Oh, what a life! But I digress. The MI Horse Council lady also said that eventually (i.e. once funds are raised) a community barn will be built on the island as well, allowing some outside horses to be ferried in for the weekend, week, etc. In the future, you may see Peach in some of the pictures on the island. How fun would that be?!

Sunday, August 1, 2010

Please Excuse Our Absence...

We recently (Friday, late, late....Sat, early early) returned home after a 10 day vacation. While I fully intended to blog prior to leaving, it didn't happen. Working, Packing, delivering kids to grandparents, working, packing/preparing/cleaning, and a Saturn Vue vs. Deer collision occupied my time instead.
The short:
1. Saturn Vue's can not HANDLE the deer! Nor, evidently, can deer handle Vue's. We are now talking with the insurance company, specking out new (most likely severely used, but still driveable) vehicles, and have a freezer full of venison and A DEER HEAD with 6 point antlers. NOT KIDDING.
2. the girls LoVeD Mackinaw Island. Hors-ies!
3. the North Channel is beautiful, especially from the deck of a catamaran that is filled with our family.
4. I learned that the North Channel is rural, rugged, and raw. and Stunning. Go, if you get the chance.
Pictures to come, hopefully soon, and more stories. I apologize for the interruption, I really do enjoy posting, regardless of anyone is listening or not. However, I'm not quite important enough to hire a guest blogger, and I'm not stupid enough to announce on the internet that we will be gone from the house for 10 days, please take anything you'd like and leave the door closed when you leave. That would just be inviting issues, and we don't need that now!

Sunday, July 18, 2010

FarMin a Hay Loft

This weekend, we spent Saturday and Sunday building a hay loft. We dug the initial holes 3' deep holes by hand, 12'x12' to fit concrete slabs for a solid foundation. Seriously, if given the chance? Don't Do It. 6 hours later we were still digging....wait....That's an exaggeration....I think...

It was hot, and we were suffering from exhaustion from partying too hard and long at K's 1 year birthday party on Friday (pictures to come - no flogging please). Keely fought fatigue long and hard.

As did Adalynn.

And the kitties.

But Cindy decided she was too old for this s@*! and succumbed to her sleepies.

Today, my dad and stepmom graciously offered their time and hands to help T while I drove into town for a wedding shower. I fought typhoon class thunderstorms traveling home, and after the weather calmed I coerced my family into traveling out to the property with me.
Partially because I was worried something like this might happen, and I might need my dear husband's muscles and (more importantly) chainsaw:

Adalynn cheered right up when she saw the kitties. She misses those buggers! (for the record, i do not. i do not miss waking up 10,340 times per night with a cat on my head. i do not miss chasing houdini trained escapee cats into the garage. i do not miss everything on my dining room table landing on the floor as a cat launches from the table, through the air, onto a chair, into the living room, and landing on the floor after bouncing off the couch and k's head. no, i do not miss them, sam i am.)

(but, this 'lil smile is PRICELESS. and could persuade me tolerate the above.)
The Loft is Fab-U-Lous.

Let's give a Woot! Woot! to the guys!
In this door and directly to the left will be a tack/feed/stuff room. With a ladder in the back for a super secret entryway into the hay loft. In between the 2 middle posts will be Cindy's/the Frolicking Foal's stall, and from the end post to the far wall will be Peach aka Big Mama's 'hood.

The hay loft floor is comprised of repurposed boards from a farm in Grandville.

To do: Nail down boards. Which, according to T, will require more work than simple nailing to accommodate for nails and inconsistencies in the boards. I'm convinced it is beautiful, just the way it is, but I'm kinda a romantic about these sorts of things. Canyatell?