Farm Chores

I like farm chores.  I muck stalls, stack hay, water, etc.  LOVE grooming the horses.  But today, I found a chore I prefer NOT to have to do again. 

When heading out to visit the horses this morning, I noticed something floating in the water bucket.  It looked like a harmless branch or piece of bark from a tree.

But it wasn't.

It was a dead bird.

Baby Yammies

At least, that's what Ms. Paisley says they are called...

...just like llamas are yamas.

Brielle has died and gone to farm heaven.

No Longer Important

I logged on with the intent to blog about something...  And then I found out that 2 of the 4 men killed in yesterday's plane crash I knew.  So sad.

There is something very heartbreaking watching a family with young children lose their dad.  It's also hard seeing someone die so young.

Whatever I had to say is suddenly unimportant.

I Can Do It

The most I know about sewing is what I learned during HomeEq in the 7th grade.  Since then, most of the projects I've completed have been under the strict supervision of my mom (which mostly means that she took over and completed a project that I lacked qualifications for, and could have possibly destroyed).

But not this project.  I'm venturing out on my own.  My mom can't come to my rescue, because this time, I'm sewing at my house and not hers.  And she lives two hours away.  Although I'd like think that if I were in desperate need, she'd make the trek up here on $4.00 per gallon gas to fix it.

Tonight, I decided to cut out the super cute, black and white flower print fabric, which will soon (I hope) cover a foam cushion to be placed on Brielle's window seat.  It was then that I realized I didn't have the following:

• Cording, to go around the edges.
• Pins
• Sewing Scissors
• Black Thread
• Pick (just in case)
• One of those little ruler sticks, with the slide thing
• Zipper Foot 

I was totally unprepared.

Thank You JoAnn's 50% off Memorial Day Sale.

I now have all but one thing to complete this task... confidence.  Even measuring apparently requires the skills of a professional.  Thanks to my husband the professional, each piece is now cut out perfectly straight (and it's a good thing he helped, my measurements were off).

Tomorrow... we sew.

Season Wrap-Up

Soccer has become the sport of choice for this little girl.  She's already planned to attend several USU Soccer Camps this summer, before the fall season starts, to improve her skills.  I suppose I'd better start learning the rules of the game, cause Soccer never interested me until now.

Here's a brief wrap-up of Spring season...

• Scored 5 goals, and all but one was on purpose.
• Played Goalie every game, and let the opposing team score about the same amount of goals.
• After having dived for a ball, got her face stepped on by the biggest 8 year old I've ever seen, who then went and guzzled Mt. Dew during the half.
• Got called for pushing once (she's a bit aggressive in this sport, we've found).
• Knows how to do the robot - and will do it on the field when the action is on the other end.

It's Electric

Imagine this...

Chris just let the horses out.  At the exact moment that he goes under the electric fence, Izzy jumps up at him to play.  They get zapped.  I heard noises out of both of them that I'd never heard before.

Now I can't get the song "Electric Slide" out of my head.

Every wonder what the Equine's do when you let them out of the barn and into the pasture to graze? 

Well, now you know.