Wordless Wednesday - Photo Bombed

Is it any wonder that LaBev and I like to roll childless...


I'm still amid summer riding camp here at the farm. I'll be back next week.
I hope.

Dazed and Confused...and Just Plain Tired

Shhhhhh.... I'm hiding from the kids. I'm way behind on my interwebs due to the fact I have summer camp here at the farm for 2 weeks and I'm up to my eyeballs in kids, riding, and figuring out what that smell is... no time (or energy) to blog stalk. I'm going through serious withdrawal. But I WILL be back, I promise.

Last week was fun... Saw what might very well be my last Jethro Tull concert. Poor Ian. I'll chalk it up to new(ish) band members and an off night, but he's gonna have to pull some new tricks out of his sleeve to get us to buy tickets to his next tour. Oh, and no more songs about bunnies in his garden. OK?

But you know who did rock? GET THE LED OUT! AGAIN!

The LaBevs, Team E&M and Joe & I rented a house by the seashore... well, it ended up being more of a dilapidated Frat house... but the concert was awesome!

Crazy eyes! We gots 'em.

And as if the concert could get any better, I got to feel chat up Andrew, the band's guitarist, keyboardist and resident Hottie McHotHot!

Wouldn't we make cute babies? Cute, little lazy-eyed babies. *sigh*

Oh crap! The kids have found me! I thought it would take them longer to get themselves out of that duct tape.

Anyway, for the whole story, go read Bev's recap of the evening.

And if Get The Led Out ever comes anywhere near your neck of the woods, GO SEE THEM!!!

(Not Nearly) Wordless Wednesday - School's Out Edition

Eeesh! Sorry I've been AWOL, things have been hectic this week. And really, how much crap can we fit into the last week of school?

And trust me, I'm feeling like a heel that I haven't even responded to comments in the past TWO posts! Egads! I'm a loosah! But believe me, I love you all.... LOVE YOU! Like, rub up all against you, love you. Really.

But for now, bring on the Wordless (or not) Wednesday.


Morgan got a surprise ride home from school yesterday. Her teacher was a good sport and didn't let on. She even let the class watch "Spirit" right before pick-up.

Dee and Storm wait for the school bell to ring.

Morgan was all smiles for the rest of the day. She called out to anyone who happened to be outside, "It's funny to get picked up at school by a horse!". During the relaxing ride home, we talked about school and summer and everything in between. This was possibly the best ride I've ever had.

SCHOOLS OUT FOR SUMMER!

Time to clean out the backpack. CRIPES! That's a lot of crap! What the... is her backpack a TARDIS?
Mr. Hoffa, is that you?
*Corona not included

This is what I missed while in Florida Morgan's dance recital. There she is... the one in the green... with her hair pulled back.... Isn't she the cutest?
*yeah, I can't tell which one she is either.

And speaking of Florida, it was fun. And HOT! DAMN HOT!

Here's a menu I found at our hotel.

Prultry, anyone? Mmmmmm, tastes like Gator.
And while schlepping around Hollywood Studio, I spotted this guy - and you know, because I love you all so much, I had to take a picture.

NOT AT THE TABLE, CARLOS!

Well, that's all. I wish I could promise that I'll get back on track now, but I wouldn't want to lie to you.

Later Taters.

Wang or Bust

Well, we've been doing this for two days.

750 bales down, another 250 to go. But the weather is looking crappy for the weekend so I'm bustin' out my Get Out of Jail Free card, and flying south to America's Wang to hang with the Mouse and generally not think or do a damn thing. WOOT!

Before I head to the airport, I thought I'd leave you a picture of our little Milo, post visit to the groomer yesterday.

I dedicate this picture to Bev.

Have a great weekend!

Wordless Wednesday - Project Runway

Morgan is one creative and busy kid. She dreams up projects and she will drive me crazy won't stop until she completes them.
Last week she decided to fashion her own garment, so she gathered up some of my ugliest scrap fabrics, and with needle and thread, set to work.
Two days of later, she unveiled this toga-inspired ensemble, complete with horsey cap-sleeves and coordinating belt.
Of course, as it was her first design, she learned that being able to actually walk in it would be helpful... but in the fashion world, not necessarily necessary. But after one good cut up the back with scissors, she was good to go.
Morgan then declared that she was going to premiere her latest fashion at school. For a moment I thought about all the clothing disagreements we'll probably have in the future, I decided to choose my battles wisely, and give her a pass on this one. Besides, she was so dang proud of it, how could I say no?

She's so in.

Gettin' Wet and Dirty

Another weekend, another horse show. But Mother Nature added an interesting twist this time; sidewards rain, flooding and tornado warnings. Oh My!
But she needs to throw us more than that (but, please don't) to stop Courtney and Storm. We spent most of the day camping out inside the trailer, only hopping out to enter the ring and then right back into the cozy, dry shelter of the Storm-mobile.

Staying warm and dry in the trailer.

More and more rain. Taking cover and watching the weather radar.

In the end, Mother Nature won out as we huddled inside the trailer, peeking out only to discover everyone else had left. Heh. Shouldn't we win by default?

Luckily, the majority of the show was completed, only the games were left - which is, of course, Courtney's favorite. But Courtney and Storm did great in the the classes that were held; 3 firsts, 1 second and 1 third; being awarded Grand Champion for the day in her division.

I thought I'd share a little story about the name of our farm. While I was pregnant, Joe and I couldn't agree on a name for the baby. At wit's end, we asked Jethro Tull's front man Ian Anderson for his suggestion (doesn't everyone?); he suggested Fiona (and Seamus, if it was a boy).
Unfortunately, as pretty as the name Fiona is, all I could think of was:

Yeah, Yoda in drag... no thanks.

So although we totally dissed Ian's suggestion for our baby's name, we did name our farm after one of his songs.

A beautiful song.

...but a really dirty song. NTTAWWT.



So far, only one person has ever made that connection... and they blushed. A LOT.