Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Cracker Barrel Cowboy


Last Sunday after church we went to Cracker Barrel for lunch. We women in this family love it for it's food but especially because we can shop too!

So while I got ready to pay my check and head home, my daughter and her best friend who is visiting from California decided to play checkers on the front porch while they waited for me.

Well that's when it happened. My 18 year old daughter explained it like this... Mom! I saw this cowboy walk up to me and Christine while we were playing checkers... he was so beautiful that I couldn't look at him. He just stood there and looked at me. I said "Oh really...." And one other thing Mom.... his shirt was so white and it fit him so perfect that I think God sewed it himself. And then as fast as he appeared he then disappeared.

Now if any of you know my Daughter #2.... she has a dry sense of humor and she has a way of putting words together that make her describing things even more funny. But what also strikes me as funny with this story is that her Dad is her world... in her eyes there is nobody stronger, smarter, clever or Godly. And so she measures men by this scale, which is very hard to obtain. And also she's Homeschooled which puts her into another category.... she's not aggressive with the opposite sex.

So now the Cracker Barrel Cowboy lives in our memories and if he is really real... we believe she might have a chance to meet him again because this is Cowboy country mind you.

Oh the drama around here,
Java Girl

Monday, September 13, 2010

Some More Of My Favorite Photos

This is my sweet Daughter #1, shortly after moving to Alaska for the second time. You would never know it... but she can't stand dogs. But she had strep throat and Chief came up and laid with her on the couch.


Alaska in the morning...


The cutest little lighthouse in Rhoda Island...


Downtown San Diego...


Ocean Kayaking and I just love her expression....


Lucky scratching herself on the birdhouse...


Our faithful Snoop who is always up for a hike....


Random vase at a Tea Room...

Until Tomorrow,
Java Girl

My Life Among The Amish


While I still have Daughter #2 horse Sham at Levi's to be broke... we still make our usual weekly trips to Levi's farm to work with Sham. Sham's been a bigger challenge to break because he's more wild than the other horses.

But something bad happened on last Monday. Levi was breaking a Mule and it kicked him and he broke a rib and fractured another rib.

So as you can imagine... Levi can't ride Sham but his crazy brother Joseph came over from his farm and rode Sham for Levi. As my daughter and Levi watched this Amish kamikaze ride her horse Mac 10 down the road... she noticed that Levi became upset with his brother. You see there's a history there... Levi is the youngest of five boys and his brother who riding Sham is the oldest. And usually older brothers are bossy, which Joseph is... but as Levi says, Joseph is different. I asked how different? Levi said, "Well one day while I was shoeing a man's horse, he started talking about a Amish man named Joseph who he was sure smoked marijuana." Levi said he was so embarrassed when he realized that the man he was talking about was Joseph his brother.

And to set the story straight... Joseph doesn't smoke marijuana, but he sort of acts like he does... if you get our meaning.

Oh did we have a laugh over that one.... I long big laugh.

So as Joseph turned to come up Levi's driveway, still going Mac 10....suddenly a stump appeared and Levi not wanting Joseph to jump it because he wanted the horse calm for when Daughter #2 rode him. But to no avail, Levi and Daughter #2 watched as Joseph did jump the stump and then let out this crazy Amish laugh that could not accurately be described unless you were standing there yourself to hear it.

Levi, now obviously upset at his brother, then told him to go and calm down the horse before my precious daughter jumped on. He did and so that ends the story.

But I have found that we have different idea's about the Amish than what's really true. They are just like the rest of us, except they don't usually advertise it. They feud, they fight, they make fun of people and they have somethings that are missing from our lives as Englishers. There's a contentment there that I think we all long for and want to obtain, but we have too much stuff in the way to really want to find it.

And so ends the day with the Amish,
Java Girl

ps.- It was so funny because Levi's wife Katie started calling the Mule an Ass after he kicked Levi.



Saturday, September 11, 2010

Big Faker

Kiele's hiding his head here because he's embarrassed, read on to find out why.


As if I didn't have enough to do around here.... my horse Kiele came home from my friend Levi's who is Amish. As Kiele adjusted to being with Celeste our pushy filly... I noticed that each day he kept slowing down. And then one day it looked as though he was lame and the next day even proved it more!

So I did what any responsible horse owner would do... I called the Mobile Vet.

This 5'2" ball of fire arrived at my farm and took a good look at my Kiele and said straight out,"He's a faker." I looked at him and asked, "Well why did he lay down when my daughter was riding him?" The Vet said, "Because he's a faker." I started to laugh because I actually thought he was joking. "Are you serious?" I asked the Vet. And he said dead serious.... "I'd write you a prescription for spurs but you don't need it, you can just buy them yourself!"

I thought for a moment... You lying little faker Kiele, how am I going to make you work off this one. Maybe I'll take the charge for the Vet coming out and take it out of your oats. Or even better... I'll run your little hiney in the round pen until I feel you've paid it off.

Anywho, that's how my Friday worked out. And when a friend came by, she told me a story about when her horse didn't want to do something... he'd limp.

Forever learning,
Java Girl