tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91855453986422590212024-02-02T00:49:57.579-08:00A Little Farm With A Big HeartDay to day goings on here at the farm. Everything from weather to horses and donkeys to chickens to cats and dogs and everything in between. Some blogs will be informative. While others will be I hope, just entertaining and keep you coming back. And of course there will be pictures.AJ-OAKShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10835033049330507303noreply@blogger.comBlogger412125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185545398642259021.post-2484019070908577402013-03-04T09:42:00.001-08:002013-03-04T09:42:36.721-08:00Whew! Going to be a great year! <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong>I swore this year was going to be a great year and so far it is going pretty good. A lot of work, but going to be worth it. </strong></div>
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<strong>I have made arrangements with the owner of the feed store to sell items for her on ebay. And, she is now going to advertise on her website that there is an ebay option for people who want to sell their items. I get a nice percentage and she gets a percentage. A win, win for everyone. And yes, it is keeping me very busy. Between taking care of everything that needs to be done here , fighting for animal's rights </strong><strong>and now more sales on ebay, I am busy. </strong></div>
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<strong>Grace now has her own desk right next to mine! Now she can 'help' me by working at her own desk rather than mine. </strong><br />
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<strong>Every now and then I check out Craigslist. Well, a few weeks ago as I was perusing the farm and garden looking for hay when I ran across an ad for an eight year old Arabian cross gelding. Out of curiousity I clicked on it to see that one of the horses I rehomed a few years back was the horse listed! The asking price wasn't very much and I seriously thought about gathering the money together to buy him back, but after much processing I decided it wasn't financially acceptable. The cost of hay has risen sharply and as it is, feeding the herd that is here now is hard enough, adding another large mouth to feed just wasn't doable. All I can do is send it out to the universe that Jeff finds a great home. </strong><br />
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<strong>Now with tourist season right around the corner I have decided to install several security cameras as well as an electric fence. With the opening up of horse slaughter plants, I am taking no chances of anyone stealing any of my horses, donkeys or goats. And I am pretty sure everyone around here knows or has heard through the grapevine that I do pay attention to who goes by, and that I do/will confront anyone who stops in front of the pasture. </strong><br />
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<strong>I am also going to learn how to use a compound bow! No, not to shoot anyone with hit, well, unless they are trying to steal one of my animals! Just to learn how to use one! </strong><br />
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<strong>Grace just turned two. Yes, two! She had her two year old check up and she is perfect! Yay! Her mom is still unemployed. Still no child support. </strong><br />
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<strong>I woke up January 1st and decided right then and there that this year I am taking it by the horns and climbing the ladder. A very dear, dear friend of mine somehow sent me such energy through an email that it was downright amazing! </strong><br />
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<strong>All the animals are doing good. We lost several cats over these past few months, but other than that, all critters are happy and healthy. A friend of mine needed a home for two of her goats, so yup, the goats are here. </strong><br />
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<strong>I am also quitting smoking! A 30+ year habit is hard to quit, but it is going to happen. And you can bet I have my days where I just want to kick someone's ass! </strong><br />
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<strong>Selling on Ebay is going pretty good thanks with the help of the gal who owns the local feed store. She gives me items to list, I sell and make a precentage. It's win win for the both of us. </strong><br />
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<strong>Yes, I am still a warrior for the animals. </strong><br />
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<strong>Thanks to Facebook I have been able to keep up to date with Jim, Ron, Sophie, Tina, Lilla and others. And I think of John, Stew, and many others everyday. </strong><br />
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<strong></strong>AJ-OAKShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10835033049330507303noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185545398642259021.post-1073218079476603602012-08-24T11:31:00.000-07:002012-08-24T11:31:06.779-07:00Fare Thee Well For Awhile<strong>As much as I have been meaning to get back to blogging on a regular basis it just hasn't been in the cards. Lately there has been so much going on. Gracie's mom was fired over an emergency here at home. Her bosses are lying and fighting her unemployment. Hopefully after the unemployment hearing she will get her unemployment. This whole thing has been emotionally draining as well as financially. </strong><br />
<strong>AJ, my Mustang has some serious hoof problems that I am trying to get under control. </strong><br />
<strong>I took in two more goats for a Face book friend who is going through some of life's challenges herself. </strong><br />
<strong>The work car needs, well some work thanks to a gas leak. Which only leaves the trucks for transportation and with the gas prices climbing again that is putting a pinch on things. Living in the country does have its disadvantages at times.</strong><br />
<strong>I am back to selling on EBay which thanks to the economy isn't going as well as before.</strong><br />
<strong>Gracie is already going through the terrible twos. And Gracie's mom is still fighting for the sperm donor for child support ( which he still hasn't paid anything on). </strong><br />
<strong>Plus I am active in saving the Mustangs, trying to end dog breed discrimination, trying to stop slaughterhouses from opening to slaughter horses, helping the elephants who are living horrendous lives, etc.... </strong><br />
<strong>In a nutshell, life is not leaving much breathing room. Yes, I am aware if I step away from helping the animals that need a voice would give me more time, but it isn't in me to do that. </strong><br />
<strong>I believe we are never given more than we can carry at a time, but I have to admit, my plate has been full enough these past few years to last a frickin lifetime. </strong><br />
<strong>Okay, enough of the whining. </strong><br />
<strong>So, my goal is to start blogging on a regular basis come winter. </strong><br />
I truly hope when I come back I will still have some followers! <br />
<strong>Jim and Ron, please give Miss Sophie a big hug for me. </strong><br />
<strong>Stew, I will catch up with your wonderful posts about your profession. </strong><br />
<strong>John, I really miss keeping up with your adventures. </strong><br />
<strong>Tina, please give all the donkeys a hug from me. </strong><br />
<strong>Lilla, keep up all the good work. </strong><br />
<strong>Deb, I'm sure your Grand baby has already been born. Hugs.</strong><br />
<strong>Kelly, continue to get the word out about elephants! You are amazing. </strong><br />
<strong>Inger, hope life has dealt you better cards now. </strong><br />
<strong>Everyone else who I didn't mention, hugs to you all. Hope to see you when I come back.</strong><br />
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<strong>Great big group hug!!!!!!!!!!! </strong><br />
<strong>Love ya'! </strong><br />
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<strong>I have been wanting to get to a project for awhile and yesterday I actually found some time to do it. Periodically I see an old rotted out wood stump and when I do I bring it down from the hills behind the house. My idea was to finish hollowing them out, secure the bottom and plant flowers in them. And I did it!!! </strong></div>
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<strong>I have also still been busy trying to stop the BLM roundups of our Mustangs. And now I am involved in getting BSL stopped. BSL stands for Breed Specific Legislation. Pit Bulls are the main target of this ban. Dogs are being taken from their homes and killed because they are the wrong breed! I don't know if any of you heard, read or followed what was going on in Belfast North Ireland concerning a dog ( who by the way was not a bully breed) named Lennox. Rather than go into detail, do a search on Lennox and read for yourself. The BSL ban infuriates me as well as thousands and thousands of other people. No one has the right to target any breed and try to eradicate them. Sometimes I wonder if there is hope for the human race when it comes to certain people who think and believe they are Gods! </strong></div>
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<strong>Grace's sperm donor ( biological father) is starting to cause trouble now. I mentioned this to Grace's mother not long after she was born that I had a feeling the sperm donor would cause problems somewhere down the line. He won't pay child support but wants to see Grace. However, he is doing drugs and is an alcoholic. I have a feeling this all may be going to court. </strong></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">The freeway ramps are ridiculous. They remind me of octopuses with ramps going here and there. </span></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">On the way back home to Oregon there was this beautiful metal dragon sculpture out in a field. The mountain in the background is Mt. Shasta. </span></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Mt. Shasta. Legend has it that Aliens live inside the mountain! </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I have also been busy trying to prevent the slaughter of horses for meat. Petitions, emails and phone calls being made to stop the slaughter of horses. Not only for our domesticated horses but for OUR wild Mustangs as well. I just don't understand this war on horses. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">And of course there is the everyday day life here on the farm which keeps me busy. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">The deer have decided to sample everything in our gardens. Thankfully they have decided that the tomato plants aren't that tasty. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">There is also a raccoon who comes up to the house every evening and cleans up the remaining cat food. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Today is the 4th of July, the birth of these United States of America. Happy Birthday to these great States!</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">And yes, I think of you daily and hope everyone is doing wonderful.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Until next time.....................</span></strong><br />
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<strong>I have been meaning to post a few pics of Troy. He is a black Frizzle Bantam and he sure turned out to be one ugly rooster. So ugly he is staying! </strong></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Troy standing next to Jeff Lewis. Jeff Lewis is Stew Pot's son. Sadly Stew pot was eaten by foxes last year. And yes, Jeff Lewis is very friendly. I can still pick him up without him being fussy. Troy on the other hand is afraid of his own shadow. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Oh, in answer to a few questions. Only a few of the roses have a scent which I am grateful for since I am allergic to rose smell. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I will talk more about the caretaker in a day or two. </span></strong><br />
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Thought you might like to see just some of the roses here. As far as I can determine these rose bushes have been here since the 1960's. Will show the other roses on the property in a day or two. The roses up at the barn I believe are older. </div>
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<strong>Until next time............................</strong>AJ-OAKShttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10835033049330507303noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9185545398642259021.post-10067074085646603342012-06-07T11:01:00.000-07:002012-06-07T11:01:37.174-07:00Busy Busy Busy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After much hard work and some aggravation we are finally able to irrigate the pasture. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Finally, the blackberries are gone as well as the other overgrown foliage. We were totally surprised to find another window, a working water faucet and five very old rose bushes underneath all the overgrown vegetation. We also found an ancient grape vine with stocks as thick as a small tree. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">After the cleanup the barn is going to get a fresh coat of paint. I swear the barn is smiling and feels better now that the cleanup has started. Poor old thing has been neglected for many years. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Some of you might find this interesting. Months ago I heard old fashioned music coming from inside the barn. When my oldest daughter was up there a few weeks ago she also heard the music. So you are probably thinking what is the big deal. Well, there is no electricity in the barn and the nearest neighbor is a quarter of a mile away! </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I finally expanded the chicken coop. Now I have happy happy chickens. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">The garden areas are doing great, although I had to open my big mouth and make a statement how the deer have left the gardens alone. Last night I saw deer tracks going into the lower garden and as I followed them I noticed that they have eaten some of the tomato plants. Really! I didn't want to have to build an enclosed area around the garden, however it appears one has to go up. Sorry deer, as much as I love you all, I adore my veggies and don't want to share with you! </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Until next time.............................</span></strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">We had to dig the water hole deeper and clean it out of all the years of sludge and grime. Now that the pump is ready to go as well as the foot valve, all we need to do is dig out all the pipe with sprinkler heads out of the blackberry bushes, hook them up to the risers and the pasture will be irrigated! Hooray! </span></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">After we finished cutting up the logs, the thought of splitting the wood by hand was really not an option. So we rented a wood splitter. Talk about a life saver! All we had to do put a whole piece of wood onto the splitter, pull the lever and voila, split wood! Me thinks I want one! </span></strong></td></tr>
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I have also been battling hoof abscesses in one horse and two donkeys. Lots of poultices being made and put on hooves. Thankfully now that the dry weather has arrived it has really helped clearing up the abscesses.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">One of my donks really does not like his feet picked up and it is such a task to get his feet trimmed. I usually call the vet out and have him sedated, but this time around my farrier and I decided his feet were going to get trimmed and that was that! So after an hour of cowboy skiing ( which translates into me holding onto the lead rope while my farrier tried picking up his feet and the donkey pulling me from one end of the pasture to the other), the donk finally got wore out enough to get his feet trimmed! Although my farrier quit trying to pick up his feet and enjoyed the show of me refusing to let go of the lead rope and getting drug around! He knows I don't give up a challenge! </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">The garden areas are rototilled and the garden is planted! Yay!!!! </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">One of my brothers who lives close by asked to move in for awhile. Of course I said yes, but as it turned out he found another place to move to. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">There has been a lot more going on but I will spare you of all that. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I hope you are all doing great. And again I want you to know I really do think of you daily! I really do! </span></strong><br />
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<strong>It's been snowing off and on for awhile. And if it isn't snowing, well, it's raining! Oh, there have been some days of neither rain or snow, but not too many. </strong></div>
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<strong>My Auntie Bar sent up a pair of red striped overalls! Now I really look like a farmer, or wood cutter or..... </strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Well, Little Inger is now an official house chicken. She has been having trouble getting egg bound. She was getting warm baths and getting blowed dried, spending a few days in my room in a crate until I knew she was okay to go back out to the coop. She would be fine for awhile, then it would happen again. I always make sure there is grit and oyster shell available as well as daily fresh water and food. Yesterday when I went into the coop to collect eggs I couldn't find her. Then I found her wedged almost upside down between a wall and a nest box. When I got her unwedged and put her on the floor she couldn't walk. After a few minutes she started walking like she was drunk. I figured her legs fell asleep so gave her a bit more time to get the blood circulation going. As I sat there watching her she kept very close to me. Well, enough is enough so she is now a house chicken. I will take her outside to get exercise and scratch around then back in the house she will come. Oh, to bathe and blow dry Little Inger it takes me an hour. A lot longer than giving the dogs a bath and drying them off! Can you tell I love this little chicken! </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Grace's mom finally bought a car. Yay! Now I don't have to drive her to and from work anymore which frees about about an hour for me everyday. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Not sure if you are aware of this, but there are horse haters who are pushing to open slaughterhouses to slaughter horses! There is one planned for Oregon as well as other states. Yup, you can bet we ( the ones who are against it) are having our voices heard. There are so many lies, answer dodging, excuses from the folks who want to slaughter horses that their argument for slaughtering horses is getting weaker. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Oh, oh on a happier note. My oldest daughter bought me a Fire Kindle! I have to say I LOVE it! It is amazing! I have been downloading free books for three days now in between taking care of Grace, getting daily chores done, etc.... Did I mention I LOVE the Kindle Fire! lol</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Alright, enough for this post. Watch out, I just might make it three posts in one month! </span></strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Jennifer, my oldest daughter, rescued a Boxer about three weeks ago. The day she rescued him from a very busy road she sent me a picture of him and my first thought was he looks like a Marvin. She and I and the vet she works for put up found ads, called the shelters, etc, looking for his family. No one ever came forward so now Marvin is Jennifer's. As you can see he has made himself at home on my couch! And he is wonderful with Grace and my two dogs. When I go to visit Jennifer at her house it's like Marvin has always been there. Meant to be!</span></strong></td></tr>
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Grace's mom has been looking for a car of her own for awhile now, but alas, no luck as of yet. It will be nice when she has her own car so that means I don't have to pick her up from work everyday she works. And she can go to town to take care of her business and I can stay here playing catch up on some stuff I need to get done.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I finally joined the local historical society. I am so excited. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">After consideration I started selling my eggs. I was giving them away, and still do to family and friends, but my girls are laying a dozen a day now and their feed is costing more. So, I sell the eggs to pay for their feed. </span></strong><br />
<strong><span style="font-size: small;"> Speaking of chickens, again after much consideration I am going to raise some meat chickens. Our meat supply is so tainted that it is scaring me. The beef industry alone is so contaminated ( I am referring to the big big feedlots) that beef is being recalled at a consistent rate. And the chickens, jeez, have you seen the size of chicken breasts on the shelves? They come from what people refer to as Frankenchickens because they grow at such a genetically altered rate that if left to live too long their bones will break under their own weight. Now that is not natural nor is it right.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Okay, I will stop my ranting and raving before I really get going! </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Oh, I am going to raise worms to compost the household food items that the chickens can't or won't eat. Of course no meat will go to the worms, that goes to the foxes and bobcats up on the hills behind the house. I am trying to recycle and reuse as much as possible. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">It's getting close to getting the garden areas ready! I have a diagram of where everything is going to go. And I was reading that you can start seeds inside the house in cleaned out half egg shells, then plant shell and all into the ground when the plant is ready to go outside into the garden. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I also bought a bunch of hay and slowly but surely got it from the feed store to here and unloaded and stacked in the barn. I can only put eight large bales in my truck. The bales are three string and weigh about 130 pounds each. Gotta keep in shape! </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I am still working on enlarging the chicken area. It's taking longer than I want, but between watching Grace, taking care of all the critters, household and outside chores, etc, well, either I run out of steam or time. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Rather than bore you with a long post I will close it up for now. I really am going to try my best to more diligent about keeping up with it. And yes, I still have to catch up with all of you. Oh how I miss my 'me' time these days! </span></strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Grace turned 1 on January 31st. Wow, a year has gone by already. Now the sperm donor ( can't call him a dad since he hasn't contacted or seen her since June of last year) requested a paternity test. The DNA test was done and are now awaiting the results. I am guessing sperm donor is trying to get out of paying child support. Um, that is not going to happen! He IS going to pay child support...period! And while all this is going on I have to listen to Grace's mother go on and on about this and that and everything else. </span></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Week before last I had my hands full with medicating Mr. Worm for an infection in his right back leg. Poor guy couldn't put any weight on his leg and I thought at first it was broken, but nope, just an abscess in his joint. He is all better now. </span></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">The same week Mr. Worm was getting meds, Cookie donkey came up lame. She wouldn't put any weight on her right back leg. There was no swelling, no cuts, no abrasion, no foreign object in her hoof, nothing. I checked her hip and it wasn't that. She just wouldn't put any weight on it. So, twice a day I soaked her hoof and put an antibacterial spray on it and gave her meds for the pain. After the first few days of soaking her hoof she decided she didn't want to do that anymore so it was a tug of war. Whatever was wrong with her she is better now. Thank goodness. </span></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">This is a bad pic, but it is of the wood that we could cut for firewood off of the BLM land. So with a chainsaw the logs were cut into smaller pieces, loaded up onto the truck and trailer, brought home and stacked. It took quite a few trips but now we have wood to last the rest of this winter.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">My youngest daughter has decided not to study abroad this year. She is going to apply next year but not to study in Germany. Now she is thinking England or Australia! So for two weeks it was getting her prepared to leave this year, and now she decided to postpone it. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">There have been two more shootings in town where the police shot and killed two individuals. One was a fugitive trying to outrun the police and the other charged an officer with three large knives while wearing a bullet proof vest. The crime is ridiculous here now. It used to be a nice quiet town, not anymore. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I have had several people stop and ask if any of my donkeys are for sale or up for adoption. Nope. So I have been trying to find them donkeys but for some reason finding any around here is almost impossible. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">There is a fox family living on the hill right behind the house so can't let my chickens out anymore. Slowly I have been building a larger enclosure for my girls so they will be safe from the fox family and they can get out into a bigger area rather than being cooped up.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">One of my brothers who lives only a few miles away was dumped by his girlfriend and now he is partying and drinking everyday. He calls or shows up drunk. I am about ready to grab a step stool ( he is over six feet tall and I am barely five four) and shake the shit out of him and tell him to grow the 'f' up. He is 36 and time to stop his pity party crap. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I have also been busy getting hay, going to town, doing the everyday chores ( which will be another post), and everything else that comes up. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I hope all of you are doing fantastic. And yes I still need to catch up with everyone. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Until next time................................</span></strong><br />
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On Sunday morning hubby and I drove up to where we could cut wood. We bought firewood permits. Cutting your own wood is a whole lot cheaper than buying it. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">guard rail! We hit it hard. Hard enough where the two wood beams shown here exploded at the top and the metal rail got quite bent. The fog lights on the truck smashed and there are dents on the side and front of the truck. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">As soon as we came to a complete stop hubby looks at me and asks if I am okay. Am I hurt? Is anything broken? Am I bleeding? Nope to all three. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Call me an idiot but the first words out of my mouth was, " Who the hell needs Disneyland rides!". Then it was, " That was frickin wild!" I almost through my arms up like you would on a roller coaster during the whole spinning and out control. Yes, I am an idiot.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I got out of the truck and took these pics. Then hubby tells me to get back in the truck. Telling me that if he lost control, then a vehicle coming down off the slight slope might lose control and either hit me or the truck. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I texted my kids, told them what happened and they all nagged at me. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Seems hubby and kids were a lot more shook up than I was. Hmmmm. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Yes, we turned around and came back home. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Just thought I would share an exciting adventure! </span></strong><br />
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<strong>Well, 2012 has begun and according to the calendar is about half over. </strong></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">The morning of the New Year I discovered that Pewter had totally thrashed her blanket! So I dug out her spare blanket, washed it and repaired that one so she would have her jammies before nightfall. Get a load of this. I do not sew except to repair horse blankets. Some of my jeans need some sewing done, but nope, won't repair those but I will horse blankets! </span></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Grace has learned to get on the furniture and do some daredevil antics! Ugh! </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">My youngest daughter recently informed me that she is going to apply to study abroad for a year. She may be leaving as early as this August. Of course I support her in her decision, however I may have a hard time coming to grips that she would be out of the country. Especially with all the civil unrest across the globe. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I have seen the Bobcat several more times close to the house. After reading up on them I am not too overly concerned about him/her causing too much problems. Actually having one around is good for keeping the rodent population in check. I do my best to cohabitate with the wildlife as much as possible. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">We were fortunate enough to get a wood permit for five cords of wood from public forest lands. The trees have already been cut down and all we have to do is drive up there, cut the logs into what size we want, put it all in the trailer, drive it home, unload and use! Getting a permit is a whole lot cheaper than buying cords of wood. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">The crime around here has increased dramatically very quickly! Everything from a US Marshall shooting and killing a fugitive in a grocery store parking lot, arson, a man setting himself on fire in a public park, another man setting his car and his belongings on fire in another parking lot, a few murders, and on and on. This valley used to be very safe where you really never worried about anything. Not anymore! </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Grace's sperm donor has now decided to have a paternity test done after almost a year! </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I am actually giving thought to trying to find extra time to volunteer at the little tiny local museum close by here. It is run by volunteers and the lady who was running it moved away and it has been closed for some time now. Since I have been wrapped up in learning all the local history I can I think it would be fun. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">So far our winter here has been very, very dry. But, according to the weather reports we have a storm due to arrive tonight that will bring lots of snow!!! Come on snow!!! If you could, would you please do the snow dance so we do get some snow! Thanks! </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Okay, must go, Grace is wanting my attention. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Happy New Year to you all. </span></strong><br />
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<strong>Can you believe the end of 2011 is just days away! What a year! And where the heck does the time go? Seems the older one gets, the faster it goes. </strong></div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Ever since moving here Arnold's feet have become a daily challenge. Some days he walks just fine, others he can barely move. Thank goodness I know what is going on so basically it is just dealing with his laminitis issues. I have talked about laminitis before and let me say, it keeps you on your toes on a daily basis. </span></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">My dear friend Sue, who had a major stroke almost three years ago, comes out to get donkey therapy. Her and her husband bring out goodies for the donkeys which as you can see those donkeys really enjoy! Sue has come a long way since her stroke. Feeding and petting the donkeys has helped with her hand eye coordination. Oh and yes, I know the fence is leaning which is an ongoing project to keep it up until we can sink some wood posts this spring and run new livestock wire. I sure do miss the wood fence at the old house. </span></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Grace's first Christmas. Can you believe she is going to be a year old at the end of January! Not only is she walking and running everywhere, she also climbs onto everything she can. Talk about keeping me hopping! I am teaching her colors, shapes, numbers and the alphabet. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Grace's mother, my middle daughter, needs to get her priorities in order. There are days I just want to punch her in the face! </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Just recently found out that some friends are losing their house to foreclosure. This truly saddens me because they are in the mid 60's. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I have decided that when we plant out garden next year, we will plant extra veggies for friends and whoever else needs them. I have already started asking friends what veggies they like so I can make sure to plant them. Going to check into donating fresh veggies to the local food bank. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Every evening a Buck and his four Does graze in the front yard. What a beautiful peaceful sight to see. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I have to go over to my oldest daughter's house soon and help her git rid of a spirit that has decided to hang out. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">My youngest, who has OCD worse than my oldest daughter and myself has been keeping me busy helping her get through her crisis's. I have figured out why she has steadily gotten worse over this past year. It is all due to Grace's mother being an idiot and not telling anyone she was pregnant with Grace. For some reason the delivery of Grace in the bathroom triggered something in my youngest. Slowly but surely progress is being made with my youngest.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Now that horse slaughter is set to begin in the USA, horse theft will be on the rise so I have decided to freeze brand the horses and donkeys. I am working on a brand to have made and then register it with the state of Oregon. I want a visible mark on the horses and donkeys to hopefully deter theft. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Okay, I don't want to bore you with the ramblings of a tired mind so will end this post now. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Here is a hug for each of you. Everyone can use a hug! </span></strong><br />
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Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do! Two of my donks jumped the fence day the other day, got out into the road and stopped traffic. Thankfully some of the drivers got out and helped me get the donks back onto the property. Put the donks in the front pasture ( which isn't all fenced). Ran back to the house, grabbed Grace who was in the stroller this whole time, ran into the house, put Grace<span class="text_exposed_show"> in her car seat, ran back outside, strapped Grace into front seat of the Gator with lead rope, drove up to the barn, loaded up hay, drove to back pasture, grabbed lunge whip to get the other donkeys and horses away from the gate, drove through gate, spread hay into back pasture, drove back to front pasture leaving back pasture gate open, with lunge whip in left hand and driving with left hand while holding onto Grace's car seat with right hand herded the two escaped donkeys into back pasture. Then it was fence fixing time with baling twine ( which is all I had on the Gator). Yup, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do!</span></div>
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<strong>I had to rehome the Guineas. For some reason they kept going out onto the road and yes, they too would stop traffic. I did not want them getting hurt or worse killed nor did I want to get sued for causing an accident, rehoming was the best option. They also had become vicious towards my chickens. The have been gone a few days and although I am glad they are gone, I do miss those stupid birds. </strong><br />
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<strong>A few weeks ago as I was locking up my chickens for the night I heard rustling in the leaves behind the coop ( which is right by the house). As I was securing the door to the coop I hollered out to the outside cats that I was going to feed them as soon as I was done ( thinking it was one of the cats wanting dinner). As I walked out of the coop I looked up to see what I thought was a stray cat. Upon further looking it wasn't a 'stray' cat, but a Bobcat! He looked at me. I looked at him. He bounded up towards the barn, stopped and looked at me again, then was gone. I was so excited to see him. My adrenalin was pumping and I ran into the house to tell everyone what I had just seen. The next day I realized that having a Bobcat that close to the house was not a good thing. </strong><br />
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<strong>Now that hunting season is over the Buck and his does are coming down off the hills and grazing in the front pasture. In fact one of the does was grazing right in the front yard! </strong><br />
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<strong>Last night as I was having the last cigarette of the day I heard crunching sounds in the yard by the walnut trees. Hmmmm, what the heck! After getting a flashlight I found out what was making the crunching sounds. It was a huge squirrel eating the walnuts that had fallen on the ground. </strong><br />
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<strong>I seriously love and enjoy all the wildlife. </strong><br />
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<strong>Oh, one more thing. The pic of Grace, well, to me she looks like Curly from the Three Stooges in this pic. </strong><br />
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<strong>Yup, it's me! Took some time but think I am alright now. John ( Going Gently), thank you! Also a thank you to Ron, Jim, Sophie, Tina, Lilla, Rachael and my Sister Connie. </strong><br />
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<strong>A lot has been going on not only in life, but mentally as well. I needed time to regroup and figure out what the hell was wrong with me. There was a pretty big problem with hubby's and my relationship. It's been a year since I lost my house. Grace is ten months old now. Well, let's just say everything finally came to a head. </strong><br />
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<strong>I have always been a strong person, but there for awhile I didn't feel I was. And that bothered me! I knew something wasn't right and had to figure it out. </strong><br />
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<strong>Slowly things started to surface. And when they surfaced it was like a volcano! Just erupting up and out. Wow! Yup, a lot of anger and resentment was unleashed. </strong><br />
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<strong>I was angry as hell for losing my house. Angry that my one daughter didn't say a word about her being pregnant and having to deliver a baby in my bathroom! Angry that I didn't feel I was taking care of my horses and donkeys the way they were used to at the old house. Angry at my hubby for several large reasons. Angry that Grace's mother was in fact taking advantage of me as far as Grace was concerned. Angry that I allowed myself to get into such a depression ( which is what it was ) and put my life on the back burner. Angry that for the past year I have been unable to help more animals in need. Angry at how society has crumbled. Let's just say I was damned angry! </strong><br />
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<strong>It's funny, but when you realize what is going on with yourself you can see it in a whole new perspective! </strong><br />
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<strong>So, instead of pushing the anger further down any longer, it was unleashed! Once I let it out, said what needed to be said, I threw it out to the universe to be rid of it. Not saying it is all gone, but a lot of it is. </strong><br />
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<strong>Now instead of dreading 'what the hell is next' in life. Instead of trudging on an uphill battle in the mud getting worn out. I have decided that I want to see what is on the other side of the hill! Whether it be good or bad I want to see it. And what's over the next hill, and the next. Sometimes alone, sometimes with someone else, but getting to the top and seeing. </strong><br />
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<strong>There is so much more going on but will leave for that for future posts. </strong><br />
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<strong>Big, big hugs to the folks I mentioned in the beginning of this post. You may not know what you did for me, and that's ok, because I know what you did! </strong><br />
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<strong>I have some personal issues going on which I am having to ponder on. Kind of like being at the crossroads. </strong><br />
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<strong>However, I can't stand at the crossroads forever so I need to start making some choices. </strong><br />
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<strong>Lately I have had the urge to travel. Which is rather odd for me since I don't like to travel and I dislike driving! As a kid we moved a lot from state to state, city to city, etc... which is why I don't like to travel. </strong><br />
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<strong>Just jumping into a small motor home with my dogs and cats sounds wonderful. Although the thought of leaving my horses and donkeys saddens me.</strong><strong> </strong><br />
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<strong>Anyway, just letting you know that I am taking a hiatus for awhile to sort some stuff out. </strong><br />
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<strong>I will keep up with what you are all doing when I can. </strong><br />
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<strong>Hugs to all of you. </strong><br />
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<strong>Day before yesterday as I was outside I noticed several people feeding my horses and donkeys over the fence. Um, not acceptable. So out to pasture to have a chit chat with these folks. As I walked closer the woman asked if I didn't mind if they fed the horses and donks some carrots they had. Well, yes I do mind. They should ask before feeding anyone's animals. Well, come to find out the couple had travelled all the way from the Los Angeles area to attend the local church out here. Wow, really! They were telling me how beautiful it is here compared to down there. Yes, it is beautiful here. The husband then looks at all the blackberry bushes and asked if it was okay to pick the raspberries. Um, they are blackberries, not raspberries, but yes go ahead although there aren't many berries left anymore due to the bears pretty much picking them off. When I mentioned the word bears, his eyes got big as saucers and asked me where they come from. Well, off the mountains I told him. Then he starts looking around for bears! Sorry, but by this time I am giggling. I had to tell him that the bears come down in the evening and early morning so the chances of him seeing one are pretty low. They thanked me, I told them to have a good trip and if they wanted to feed animals in a field to please ask the owner otherwise there could be some really nasty trouble for them. City folk!!! :) </strong></div>
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">A few years ago some friends gave us a car they had no use for. Turned the car into the work car to save on gas. One day I had to go to town so decided to use the car rather than my truck. As I was warming the car up I looked into the rear view mirror and much to my surprise there sat an elderly woman, short blue/gray hair, wearing a blue shirt and was staring straight into the mirror. Not much will make me jump, but I can say when I saw her sitting there, well, I was startled. Startled enough to get out of the car! For some reason she really took me by surprise. After a few minutes I got back in. Nothing. She was gone. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Nothing else happened for a few days, then she showed up again. This time hubby was driving and I was in the passenger seat. Being more aware of her, I wasn't startled this time around. In my mind I asked what she wanted. She informed me that she loved her car and was trying to get in contact with her daughter, but that her daughter wasn't paying attention because she had so much on her mind. She wanted her daughter to know to not back down, that she was happy and everything was going to be fine. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Okay, by this time I couldn't keep my mouth shut anymore. I told her what I saw in the backseat and the messages got. I also told her that her mom has been trying to contact her. I gave my friend a description of the woman I had seen. She got up, came back with a picture and yup, I saw her mother! I told my friend to open her mind and look for signs. Sure enough, her mother came to her and everything worked out. </span></strong><br />
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<strong>No wonder our society is in the crap hole. No one wants to take responsibility. For instance, that woman who sued McDonald's because she burnt herself when she spilled a cup of coffee she purchased. Duh, the container says HOT CONTENTS! Or the people blaming the fast food industry because they are fat. Hello, no one forces anyone to eat at fast food places. It's a full conscience choice to stop and order and eat the food. Or how about the folks wanting to pull all unhealthy cereal off the shelves because our children are fat. Well, who the hell is buying the damn cereal? Yup, the parents/guardians. Don't want your kid to eat certain foods, then don't buy it! I would love to hear someone stand up and say, "Yup, I did it". End of story. No excuses. No blame game. Just a simple, "Yup, I did it". </strong><br />
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<strong>At my last house ( the one I lost last year), there was a Native American spirit who used to sit on top of the barn. I saw him the first day I went to look at the place, but dealing with spirits my whole life I didn't give it a second thought. He was there the second and third time I went to look at the house. </strong><br />
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<strong>While we were moving in I would catch glimpses of him. After about a year he started to move around a bit. When he peered in the kitchen window it startled me a bit, but got used to it after awhile. Then he moved to the one living room window and stare in. Okay, fine, he could watch tv with us if he wanted to. </strong><br />
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<strong>Then he started falling my youngest daughter around outside. At first it was okay. But then he started to attach himself to her. Wherever she went, there he was. When she was riding in the arena, there he was. When she was mucking out stalls, there he was. When he started to follow her to the front door of the house I had had enough. I didn't want him inside the house! </strong><br />
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<strong>He was a young man, mid twenties, beautiful black hair, no shirt, buckskin pants and was very sad and alone. Well, I had never dealt with an Native American spirit before so knew I was going to need some help. I contacted a friend who is Native American and she in turn asked her Elders what to do. </strong><br />
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<strong>I waited until everyone was gone, brought out the sage I had purchased, lit it and walked the entire property saying prayers and letting him know it was okay to go to his People. He had been forgiven for whatever he had done while on this earth and it was time to go. I then headed to the barn, still burning the sage, had a nice talk with him ( one sided), said some more prayers, again told him he needed to be with his family and wished him happiness. I also thanked him for not scaring my youngest, but that he just couldn't attach himself to her. It was time to forgive himself since he had already been forgiven by his family. </strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">I have to share a story about the Guineas. I am keeping them free range 24/7 now due to them being mean to my hens. The other day they went into the garage snooping around. Throughout the day I noticed that they were still in the garage. What the heck! As I was getting ready to feed the horses and donkeys I noticed that those Guineas were still in the garage. Okay, what is going on. Then it dawned on me that they couldn't figure out how to get out of the garage even though the inside door leading out to the breezeway is always left open! I had to open the outside garage door to let them out! Um, not so bright in my book! </span></strong></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Another quick story about one of the dogs and Grace. Sugar Dog ( pictured here) was a rescue years ago along with her sister Honey Dog. Both dogs have not been around small children so I was concerned how they were going to be around Grace. Well, no surprise to me that Honey Dog will have nothing to do with Grace. However, Sugar Dog has turned into the best kids dog! Grace crawls all over Sugar Dog, chases her around the house, and as you can see doesn't mind one bit that Grace has a hold of her tail. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Okay, now on to another ghostly experience. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Years ago I was driving alone past a cemetery when all of a sudden I felt a presence in the car. At first I ignored it. But when the door locks in the backseat went up at the same exact time, then a few minutes later slammed back down I knew I wasn't alone. I gave it a few more minutes to see if anything else was going to happen and sure enough something else did. I heard breathing coming from the back seat! Okay, that was enough for me. I pulled over, opened the back door and told the 'man' in the back seat that I knew he was there and asked him what he wanted. There was no response. I asked again. Still no response. So, I figured if he had nothing to 'say', then he needed to go somewhere else. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I informed him that I tried to help, but with no help from him he needed to either go to someone who he knew and that they may be able to help, or he needed to move on to the other side. I waited for a bit, knew he was still sitting there, so had to tell him that he was not coming home with me and that he had to get out of the car. After a little bit I felt him get out of the backseat and disappear. I have no idea who he was or why he chose my car to get into. He knew he had passed on. Once I knew he was gone, I continued on home. </span></strong><br />
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<strong>As a lot of you know Michael Vick brutally murdered dogs, financed a dog fighting ring, etc.... Yes, he spent time in prison. But not for brutally and intentionally murdering dogs he deemed unfit. He even through a few of his families pets into the ring to be used as bait dogs just because he thought it was funny. </strong></div>
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<strong>Okay, here is my rant. In my book he is the lowest of the low. He sickens me daily. And it seems he is all over the Internet on how much money he is making, what a 'golden boy' playing football, etc... Every time I see his name or his face I get so angry. </strong></div>
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<strong>What the hell has happened when someone who is a scumbag can get away with what he did? Yes, I know he did time in prison. He did time just like Lindsey Lohan and Paris Hilton did time. A joke is what it was! A joke! </strong></div>
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<strong>Yes, I know he will have to answer in the end for what he did in life. And that in itself is gratifying to me. Although, I really wish he would pay some sort of price while he is here on this earth. </strong></div>
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<strong>I will never understand how a, um, 'celebrity' can get away with murder and not pay the consequences. </strong></div>
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<strong>Okay, I know, I really need to get over this Vick issue. And I am trying. What I am happy about is, he was brought out into the light for the public to see what a demon he is. A lot of his dogs have been rehabilitated and are now living the lives they should. Happy ones! </strong></div>
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<strong>Alright, enough of the negative rant. I actually do feel better now. Thanks for listening. </strong> </div>
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<br /><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Now on to another ghostly experience. I have had so many in my life that I am randomly going through my memory and picking some. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Some years ago I was driving my middle daughter to work and my youngest was in the backseat. We passed an accident on the road on our way. It was recent. The ambulance had just left and there were a few police cars still at the scene. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Just as we drove by, a woman ( spirit) showed up sitting in the backseat with my youngest. I knew immediately that this woman was in the car wreck and didn't make it. She was very confused. Her hair was disheveled. She just sat there. I didn't say anything to my kids because I sure as heck didn't want to freak them out! I continued our drive, dropped my daughter off, and headed back home, the whole time this woman was still sitting there. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Since I couldn't tell her she had passed due to my youngest still in the car, we continued on home. </span></strong> <br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">As soon we got home I took my daughter into the house, told her I forgot something out in the car and walked back outside. Sure enough the woman was still there. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I opened the back door, gently told her that she had passed on and for her to go on to the other side. That it was okay and she would find peace as soon as she got to the other side. I also told her that her family and friends would get through their grief, but that they would be okay. I also thanked her for not scaring my kids. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">She looked at me, then vanished. That was the one and only time I saw her. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Oh, on the news that evening sure enough they had the wreck on, and sure enough the only one who didn't make was a woman. Hmmmmm.</span></strong><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="font-size: small;">Well, since it is October and that means Halloween, what better time than to share another spirit/ghost experience. The pic above I found on the Internet. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">When I was about 23 I bought my first house. It was built in the early part of the 1900's, added onto about 1920 and the last part was built about 1927. Take my word for it, it was a rundown, drafty, not so great house, but I could afford it so I didn't care. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">After living there awhile I began to hear voices. No, not in my head! Ha Ha At first I couldn't understand them, but after awhile I could make out words. Then the pots and pans started rattling at night. I just knew it was an older woman who lived in the house when it was first built. She obviously liked to cook at night! I found out years later that the original owner's wife loved to cook at night! </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Since the house was so old it needed some renovations done. I started taking the layers and layers of wall paper down. Then it was tackling the old linoleum. You know, that really old, thick, colorful linoleum. Ugh, that was a chore! </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Well, sure enough once the renovations started, the ghostly activity became quite obvious. That's when the footsteps started. They would come from the back end of the house, walk down the hallway, then stop. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">At first it was a bit unnerving, but dealing with ghosts/spirits my entire life it just became normal. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I didn't feel any malevolent spirits so I didn't worry about it. Thank goodness my kids never heard or felt anything. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">After living there about 5 years the activity grew. Then the footsteps outside in the gravel driveway started. At first I thought it was someone sneaking around the house, but after a few times of being outside and hearing the foot steps I knew it wasn't a living being. With time I got used to that too. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">There was one room in the house, the pantry, that I really did not like. I mean, I really did not like that room so I avoided it. Nothing was stored in there and I kept the door shut. I could feel a rather malevolent spirit in there. I figured so long as the door was shut and no one went in, everything would be fine. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">After a few more years went by the energy became thick. The old lady in the kitchen wasn't coming around much. The talking pretty much came to an end. I got an uneasy feeling. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">It was about this time that my first marriage came to an end. No, it wasn't the house, it was that he was a raging alcoholic and got into drugs really bad. He ended up putting a bullet in his head one night in a room that was built onto the house. Better his than the kids or mine!!!!</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Anyway, not too long after that happened the energy in the house got real bad. I went and bought some camphor blocks and placed them in all the windows and above the doors. Things settled down for awhile. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Then it all started up again. I was working ten hour days. One night I came home after work, the kids were spending the night at some friends, I walked into the house through the back door, was walking down the hallway when I saw a small, black shadow figure in the living room. You could see the living room from the hallway. I stopped, the figure looked at me, then walked to the right of the living room. I ran into the living room looking for what I had just seen only to find nothing. Oh, just to let you know, I was not tired or exhausted or anything like that. I know what I saw. In fact, I can still see it in my mind right now and it still gives me the creeps.</span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">Seeing that black shadow figure was it for me. I was done with that house. There was no way I was having my kids live there anymore. Within days I found another place to move, packed up and moved out. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I rented that house out for a few years. And what is strange is every couple who rented it ended up divorced or split up. Then the house sat empty for about a year. A friend of mine wanted to go through the house and prove to me that there was nothing wrong with it. So in he went, only to come out with a puzzled look on his face. He told me that there were spider webs everywhere, except for where a person would walk. It was as if someone was hanging out in the house since it was empty. I asked around the neighborhood if anyone was squatting in the house. I was told by several people that yes they saw homeless people go in, but they didn't stay more than a night. After awhile no one went into the house. Not even the homeless would go in it! But yet the spider webs were everywhere except where one would walk. </span></strong><br />
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<strong><span style="font-size: small;">I sold the house and property years ago. The house was torn down. A subdivision is suppose to be built there. I hope the next house built on the land has no ghosts! </span></strong><br />
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