<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Sun, 13 Dec 2009 15:48:09 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Farm Girl Adventures</title><description></description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>106</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-278933587934058806</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Dec 2009 18:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-02T14:00:52.676-05:00</atom:updated><title>Horseshoes - The Dilemma</title><description>We don't really like the fact that our horse needs steel shoes on all four hooves. And she must have some protection and traction because she is on pavement 99% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been a few issues with the shoes coming loose, and I am told that steel shoes in the winter are very difficult to care for. So -- not looking forward to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our farrier suggested we consider hoof boots, and in fact recommended we carry at least one for when she might throw a shoe while on the road. When we started doing the research, we found they could be used as a replacement for steel shoes. We are very excited and have found a farrier/PBHT expert that came out to help us get her fitted. Our shoes are on order for our "petite" hoofed pony, and we can hardly wait until they arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the web site for &lt;a href="http://naturespathhoof.com/"&gt;Nature's Path&lt;/a&gt; - any of you farmer friends who read my blog - I have Rebecca's card to pass along if you are interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-278933587934058806?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/12/horseshoes-dilemma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-3738610934929052413</guid><pubDate>Thu, 26 Nov 2009 16:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-26T20:07:18.273-05:00</atom:updated><title>Thursday Post -- Happy Thanksgiving</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sw8jETk-nYI/AAAAAAAABNQ/wjURf-11rns/s1600/100_0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sw8jETk-nYI/AAAAAAAABNQ/wjURf-11rns/s400/100_0459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408580234377076098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a wonderful turkey dinner with all the trimmings. Real mashed potatoes and gravy. Homemade stuffing, candied yams, scalloped oysters, rolls, jellied cranberry.  Pumpkin pie, peach pie, cookie pie with ice cream and/or whipped cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When  we finished dinner, we decided pie had to wait. I hitched Sadie up to the fancy cart, and Tim and I went for a long ride.  We saw very few folks on the road, so it was a very pleasant ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got back from our ride, the pie was cut and enjoyed. All the food was put away and the first load of dirty dishes washing in the dishwasher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we cleared the fancy tablecloth and napkins off the table and got out the college pig and started rolling coins. Great Grandma and Grandpa brought a silver piggy bank for Holly in April and we have been putting all the loose change from the laundry area, emptying of pockets, spare change in it for the last eight months. After we finished rolling it, we put it with other money Holly received and we now have $200.00 to put in her college fund. Now we will start feeding the college pig again until next Thanksgiving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-3738610934929052413?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/thursday-post-happy-thanksgiving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sw8jETk-nYI/AAAAAAAABNQ/wjURf-11rns/s72-c/100_0459.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-266438718678505584</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Nov 2009 13:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-25T08:54:01.883-05:00</atom:updated><title>Wednesday Post</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sw0zt1vkR7I/AAAAAAAABNA/V1IWRArICis/s1600/arigatoForAndysBirthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sw0zt1vkR7I/AAAAAAAABNA/V1IWRArICis/s400/arigatoForAndysBirthday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408035590155552690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I am off the rest of the week for Thanksgiving, seems like a good time to do a little catching up. Mid November we went to Arigato - Andy's pick for birthday dinner. It was so good. Holly enjoyed the meal from her butterfly sling, which was made for her by her Auntie Kendra. She slept through most of the meal in cozy comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've had a bit of indian summer, but with cooler weather has come prodigious rainfall. We do need the rain, but it makes the goats miserable.  Since  they do not like to be wet, they have spent much of the last couple of weeks cowering inside barn. Many of our pastures where goats and pony reside are incredibly muddy. This year, instead of struggling with unlined dairy boots (not meant for any kind of terrain but cement floor) and crocs, I bit the bullet and purchased myself a pair of work boots. Of course since I am now a horse owner, I had to get something will a little cowgirl style. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sw00fm-6v0I/AAAAAAAABNI/Ac-C9YYJLnc/s1600/ariatFatbabyBoots.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 80px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sw00fm-6v0I/AAAAAAAABNI/Ac-C9YYJLnc/s320/ariatFatbabyBoots.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408036445186867010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Ariat FatBaby boots are probably one of my best footwear purchases ever. I did buy a half size larger than I need, so that I could wear thick socks in the winter. Since I started wearing them on the farm, and went back to my Danskos for the work day, all my foot issues have resolved themselves. They are wonderful boots and I recommend them to everyone. I am thinking down the road that I will get myself a "dress pair" for wearing off the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to go pick up a baby Holly Anne. More later.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-266438718678505584?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/wednesday-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sw0zt1vkR7I/AAAAAAAABNA/V1IWRArICis/s72-c/arigatoForAndysBirthday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-6096557678613368583</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 Nov 2009 22:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-18T17:56:04.821-05:00</atom:updated><title>Sleeping and crying........</title><description>That's what babies do. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SwR6iwc7KFI/AAAAAAAABM4/svtR8oB1VKs/s1600/MADASHECK.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SwR6iwc7KFI/AAAAAAAABM4/svtR8oB1VKs/s400/MADASHECK.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405580190291798098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SwR6ik4vGpI/AAAAAAAABMw/kx_TTPV6Hsc/s1600/Holly%27s+first+outing+1025091011-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SwR6ik4vGpI/AAAAAAAABMw/kx_TTPV6Hsc/s400/Holly%27s+first+outing+1025091011-00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405580187187223186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she pretty in either mode?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is short because I am holding her, but I bet that's no suprise to any of my readers!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-6096557678613368583?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleeping-and-crying.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SwR6iwc7KFI/AAAAAAAABM4/svtR8oB1VKs/s72-c/MADASHECK.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-1964413807511189955</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Nov 2009 01:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-01T21:01:39.899-05:00</atom:updated><title>Look Everybody - My Diaper Bag is Ready!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Su41a8Y_lII/AAAAAAAABMY/sr9fuGlSiRc/s1600-h/P1050048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Su41a8Y_lII/AAAAAAAABMY/sr9fuGlSiRc/s400/P1050048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399311740267631746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Su41bhiWzLI/AAAAAAAABMo/afrUZGweRZk/s1600-h/P1050050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Su41bhiWzLI/AAAAAAAABMo/afrUZGweRZk/s400/P1050050.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399311750239014066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nana finally got busy and finished my new diaper bag.  She's been working on it a long time and I thought she'd never get it done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night she picked up the crochet needle and got to work.  She had two rows left, handles and the trim.  Now her wrists are tired and sore. She says she's going to put some dividers in it so Mommy can organize my stuff, but it will have to wait a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy picked out all the colors for it after she found out I was going to be a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am modeling it.  Nana wrapped me up in the pink flowered blanket she got me and tucked me into it for these pictures.  I thought it was pretty boring, but I posed for the pictures anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In two days I will be two weeks old.  I am pretty much in charge around the house.  I sleep whenever I want.  Mommy feeds &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Su41bAnBm9I/AAAAAAAABMg/F0XcCVbx3Ts/s1600-h/P1050049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Su41bAnBm9I/AAAAAAAABMg/F0XcCVbx3Ts/s400/P1050049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399311741400226770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me whenever I am hungry. Nana and Papa John change my diapers whenever I make special presents in there for them. I am waiting for my Daddy to give me a real bath. Mommy and Nana have given me sponge baths, but I know he's going to give me a real bath in my tub when my belly button is all fixed up.  It's going to be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My room is all fixed up with lots of pink, but I am spending most of my time hanging out with Mommy on the couch.  I have a cozy place to nap, and a place where everyone takes me to change my diapers.  I have a bouncy seat that I sit in to watch Nana working in the kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is always kissing and hugging me--but I guess I'm just too cute to resist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-1964413807511189955?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/11/look-everybody-my-diaper-bag-is-ready.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Su41a8Y_lII/AAAAAAAABMY/sr9fuGlSiRc/s72-c/P1050048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-2757458384136612818</guid><pubDate>Thu, 22 Oct 2009 17:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-22T13:52:23.949-04:00</atom:updated><title>Holly Anne Leap</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SuCbZf9eM9I/AAAAAAAABMQ/qgCFYFQPjHA/s1600-h/HollyAnneLeap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SuCbZf9eM9I/AAAAAAAABMQ/qgCFYFQPjHA/s400/HollyAnneLeap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395483215968220114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd like to introduce Miss Holly Anne Leap. We've been waiting so long for you Holly! Holly, Mama Karol, and Daddy Andy are home from the hospital and everyone is recovering.(Including Papa John and Nana.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has reddish gold hair and it looks as though she may have blue eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-2757458384136612818?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/holly-anne-leap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SuCbZf9eM9I/AAAAAAAABMQ/qgCFYFQPjHA/s72-c/HollyAnneLeap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-725739677458356591</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Oct 2009 00:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-03T21:04:47.445-04:00</atom:updated><title>View From the Back of a Pony</title><description>Friday afternoon when I got home from work I hitched Sadie up and went for a ride.  We went all around the little neighborhoods near our house.  It's a very pleasant ride.  Afterwards,  she really enjoys the grooming session--it must feel really good, because she practically falls asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1aacde0299391fe0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAJRKzAPfu3a7ks9WIkYJqTEYO_JCTNgIBplZRtK462ORYsdTVsL4UFkVIe1GWYddPe6G-O4GPpKWnLv6EndyBOfg3HnCsbM6t2y83ZOsb7R9s1R1gL7xlqfvywrN05ipNEr_7OR0OjomkhO1cSos2td6WuHmRh5XEXBjzZ7gSzHH3LEUae1R6UlLO32ZfNcZOfXPVwwqCoxWVSy91EeYtjhW4SlbpohzPvgWTxBw9bYj%26sigh%3DjOK-uSn8kl6LUX3ovUm9Cb6aTaI%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1aacde0299391fe0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DBQ9FTf_R2-0BfVH9VjWZocFQVC0&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAJRKzAPfu3a7ks9WIkYJqTEYO_JCTNgIBplZRtK462ORYsdTVsL4UFkVIe1GWYddPe6G-O4GPpKWnLv6EndyBOfg3HnCsbM6t2y83ZOsb7R9s1R1gL7xlqfvywrN05ipNEr_7OR0OjomkhO1cSos2td6WuHmRh5XEXBjzZ7gSzHH3LEUae1R6UlLO32ZfNcZOfXPVwwqCoxWVSy91EeYtjhW4SlbpohzPvgWTxBw9bYj%26sigh%3DjOK-uSn8kl6LUX3ovUm9Cb6aTaI%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1aacde0299391fe0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DBQ9FTf_R2-0BfVH9VjWZocFQVC0&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, we hitched her up again and checked out a couple of yard sales.  I scored big! I got a bathtub for Holly,  stacks of baby washcloths, towels, bibs,  and recieving blankets.  A box of baby toys,  and assorted teethers.  We also found a bunny step-stool, and some pegboards for John to put together to hang hats on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got home, we hopped in the truck and headed for Greensboro. We had a glider rocker to pick up, and we also stopped in at the farmers market and got some fresh fruits and veggies. Tonight we had fresh mashed potatoes -- man were they good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Ssf0FIw2LnI/AAAAAAAABMI/LxXat56MR4E/s1600-h/IMG00179.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Ssf0FIw2LnI/AAAAAAAABMI/LxXat56MR4E/s320/IMG00179.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388543848260972146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also collected  24 eggs today. The Auracanas have started laying, so we have pretty blue-green eggs to go with the brown ones the Rhode Island Reds have been giving us.  Egg production is up again. We have 9 dozen in the barn fridge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-725739677458356591?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/view-from-back-of-pony.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Ssf0FIw2LnI/AAAAAAAABMI/LxXat56MR4E/s72-c/IMG00179.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-4650976732050669362</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2009 15:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-01T11:25:41.547-04:00</atom:updated><title>T-Minus 19 days</title><description>until Karol's due date!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-4650976732050669362?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/10/t-minus-19-days.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-2431317359316115195</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Sep 2009 01:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-29T21:43:13.975-04:00</atom:updated><title>Driving Miss Sadie</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SsKwLFl_S0I/AAAAAAAABL4/5-qolhnnGvM/s1600-h/SadieWithHerCartSmaller.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SsKwLFl_S0I/AAAAAAAABL4/5-qolhnnGvM/s320/SadieWithHerCartSmaller.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387061808815098690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big excitement at Papa Johns Farm.  We have a new addition to the menagerie.  Meet Sadie the Amish cart pony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met Sadie in early September on a trip up to Ohio. She lived on a farm with goats, sheep, and just about every size equine, from the tiniest miniature horses to Percherons. Now those are some gigantic horses. Last weekend, we traveled back to Ohio to her farm to pick her and her rig up. Here she is hitched to her cart.  She is very good on the roads, even 18 wheelers do not phase her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponies are measured in inches. Horses are measured in "hands". Sadie stands 48 inches tall at the withers.  In horse measurements, that makes her technically 12 hands. There are 4 inches for every "hand", for anyone who is wondering.   Any equine under 14 hands is considered a pony. I've always wanted a horse. I also know I can't handle a horse.  So a well trained pony is exactly what I needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SsKzVRNHplI/AAAAAAAABMA/dNyhL49nvy8/s1600-h/Sadies+first+bath+0929091237-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SsKzVRNHplI/AAAAAAAABMA/dNyhL49nvy8/s320/Sadies+first+bath+0929091237-01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387065282265589330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At her farm, Sadie was in a dry lot with six other ponies.  They had all the hay they wanted, water, and grain twice a day, but they were on dirt. One of the ways horses cope with flies is to roll in the dust. If your coat is thick with dust the flies can't bite you.  While we were loading her, it rained, so she had a coat of mud.  On the way home we had more rain.  So by the time she got home, she was good and dirty. Of course as she began to feel at home, she had herself another good roll in the dirt.  I've spent a lot of time in the past couple of days brushing dirt out of her hide, but today I decided it was time for a good bath.  Sadie really enjoys grooming, but I was not sure how she was going to do. Turns out, once you get past the fact that it is cold water, it's all good. We used "Mane, Tail, and Body" Shampoo. Worked up a good lather, rinsed and scraped her, and she looked great.  I took her out to the front yard for a little grazing, and then I spent some time combing out her mane and tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2a7d4dd4fe51ac07" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAO3T1daHheEeH3ZcEQIwEb_XTtxPZ5Sk_7-xpXxpLijuBrkKw7_OnHRSC2f3kERGmXDAfI6Suep-tHWVx3-w-W2MVbGvYNifOi0WepFT1cSHmV_R8y8F1QkepBey4ySz06e3bbqOdd6N6DBxr3PxM2Mlt8P4fO9ETG16f0UaOR0gr96hRjEGHQMOq6QBQaRIXgJJmPEVCOQoYGZpYUnUcbcZb1jTTf4kryjHv87IH-M4%26sigh%3D3yoGuxjlWhYxWbSqTgTrqdR2QSE%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a7d4dd4fe51ac07%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DFmRmAN45u2Pp1FOPbOYUw_5PsKA&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAO3T1daHheEeH3ZcEQIwEb_XTtxPZ5Sk_7-xpXxpLijuBrkKw7_OnHRSC2f3kERGmXDAfI6Suep-tHWVx3-w-W2MVbGvYNifOi0WepFT1cSHmV_R8y8F1QkepBey4ySz06e3bbqOdd6N6DBxr3PxM2Mlt8P4fO9ETG16f0UaOR0gr96hRjEGHQMOq6QBQaRIXgJJmPEVCOQoYGZpYUnUcbcZb1jTTf4kryjHv87IH-M4%26sigh%3D3yoGuxjlWhYxWbSqTgTrqdR2QSE%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a7d4dd4fe51ac07%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DFmRmAN45u2Pp1FOPbOYUw_5PsKA&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a short video of me driving her in the front yard. We have actually had her out on back roads during the day, and we are having such a good time with her.  She is so well trained it is a pleasure to have her out on the road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-2431317359316115195?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/driving-miss-sadie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SsKwLFl_S0I/AAAAAAAABL4/5-qolhnnGvM/s72-c/SadieWithHerCartSmaller.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-3514582056655375725</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Sep 2009 12:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-19T08:42:49.329-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Winston-Salem Airshow - Our Helicopter Ride</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Last weekend we went to the Winston-Salem Airshow at the Smith-Reynolds Airport. Andy, Karol, and I got to do something we'd never done before! Ride in a HELICOPTER! We had a top notch camera crew, so movies are available for your viewing pleasure, THANKS to PAPA JOHN!  While we were waiting for our flight to be called, we watched a Harrier Jet take off.  Now that's an amazing aircraft. We also watched a ton of stunt pilots in little planes doing absolutely crazy stuff. At one point we watched an F-18 scream by. Karol reported that it seemed to startle Holly, because she started kicking around after that big noise. 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Recieving instructions for pre-flight, flight, and post-flight behavior.  Pre-flight instructions -- which side of the aircraft each of us were going to sit, how to duck and hold your hat. Flight instructions --DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING! Post-flight instructions -- Wait for the flight crew to open the doors. Per the FAA, passengers are not allowed to open any door. Our briefing guy told us his son is 14 and has been flying helicopters for 2 years. So I guess they let 12 yr olds fly these things?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Takeoff -- This is the first time I have ever been in a helicopter. It's amazingly smooth, sort of like floating as you take off.  We gained altitude quickly, and I could see my office and where it is in the surrounding neighborhood. The city of Winson-Salem was spread out right there in front of us. 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I watched cars moving along Liberty Street. In a helicopter you have the opportunity to really watch what is going on down on the ground.  Off in the distance we could see the runways on the airfield. We could see still more planes doing stunts. 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The barn, we think, can hold 150 bales in the loft we built. This does not take into account the area Papa John built with the hay slide. So maybe now 130-140 bales. We just purchased an additional 50bales a couple of nights ago, so today we load them into the barn. We could not do this without the help of our son Andy, who mans the hay loft, stacking the bales as they are pulled up into the loft. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sq2WMnGoibI/AAAAAAAABLg/-bfRSt5gCAc/s1600-h/HAY1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381122273177012658" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sq2WMnGoibI/AAAAAAAABLg/-bfRSt5gCAc/s320/HAY1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or with the help of Karol, our daughter-in-law, who mans the tractor, pulling the bales up into the loft.  Here she is on the John Deere. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sq2WM2m0hJI/AAAAAAAABLo/j99zC0SsDk8/s1600-h/HAY2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381122277338547346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sq2WM2m0hJI/AAAAAAAABLo/j99zC0SsDk8/s320/HAY2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are all in this together --Goat FARMERS ALL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-1793289089215223945?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/we-need-more-hay-to-make-sure-we-get.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sq2WMnGoibI/AAAAAAAABLg/-bfRSt5gCAc/s72-c/HAY1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-9198319948058021378</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Sep 2009 13:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-11T09:43:17.023-04:00</atom:updated><title>The New Feeding Trough</title><description>We've been trying to find a good way to make sure all goats have equal access to their grain ration. 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The evergreens that were there were hard for me to figure out how to trim, and basically they have just gone wild. We've been selectively yanking them out and will be replacing some of them. Other areas we will be seeding with grass. I wanted to put some new borders in, instead of just cutting in with a weedeater, but wanted something very natural. What better material than rocks from our own property! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SqQsr7CVMOI/AAAAAAAABLA/_EYaQeLPHhI/s1600-h/ROCKSTAR1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378472988080681186" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SqQsr7CVMOI/AAAAAAAABLA/_EYaQeLPHhI/s320/ROCKSTAR1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SqQssZf0eiI/AAAAAAAABLI/-CxbowcQHLE/s1600-h/ROCKSTAR2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378472996257430050" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SqQssZf0eiI/AAAAAAAABLI/-CxbowcQHLE/s320/ROCKSTAR2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't they look great? The farmer and I went out on the tractor with a carry-all attached and picked up some great rocks. After I got them all placed I was really happy with the effect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-2325535084785715115?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-am-rock-star.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SqQsr7CVMOI/AAAAAAAABLA/_EYaQeLPHhI/s72-c/ROCKSTAR1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-3511959719660997597</guid><pubDate>Thu, 03 Sep 2009 12:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-03T09:03:14.428-04:00</atom:updated><title>Cool Weather</title><description>It's been nice and cool this week, we've even turned off the air!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-3511959719660997597?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/09/cool-weather.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-278688031699641393</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Aug 2009 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-28T11:43:19.550-04:00</atom:updated><title>ACTION!</title><description>Here is some of the action we see daily on the farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ee084c88486d0f8f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAEbqiT-pXmimn7VDny7-dKqb5L11voXrZ1-K6cIjBODE4xGIugxgngC5Q8AvfQDLJWDBoVZrY2eEP4c2EZKF-SLAxrsn4S1IYAqISjupFPZfipEHK73AaEEvN6u2wyCNdC8irnWnWpSd2hO1TsFBS2YCr6QUYsEqxWWD0GbIZNI2zthMaXbEmve0-APf98KCmLO7HgPFnk7v_x7BA3I7BST1pB1_gi-V_podlJJ7iHUL%26sigh%3Do9_yA_duVr1BUE0iF0LcSohZK8c%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee084c88486d0f8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DmU7aA9gzyEqkcg9Ct8hAIaFQ0Og&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAEbqiT-pXmimn7VDny7-dKqb5L11voXrZ1-K6cIjBODE4xGIugxgngC5Q8AvfQDLJWDBoVZrY2eEP4c2EZKF-SLAxrsn4S1IYAqISjupFPZfipEHK73AaEEvN6u2wyCNdC8irnWnWpSd2hO1TsFBS2YCr6QUYsEqxWWD0GbIZNI2zthMaXbEmve0-APf98KCmLO7HgPFnk7v_x7BA3I7BST1pB1_gi-V_podlJJ7iHUL%26sigh%3Do9_yA_duVr1BUE0iF0LcSohZK8c%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dee084c88486d0f8f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DmU7aA9gzyEqkcg9Ct8hAIaFQ0Og&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Alpine goat Hollyhock is very friendly and curious. 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We can walk right up to her and she never stirs.  Let a strange person or animal come onto the property and that's different story. You may be sitting right beside her in the hammock and suddenly she will erupt out of a sound sleep and gallop across the yard to investigate something that is cause for her concern.  She still spends a portion of her time chasing chickens, and occasionally carrying one around in her mouth, but all critters on our farm are safe from predation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-1711612518437518353?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-sleeping-dogs-lie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SpQt8AoIhrI/AAAAAAAABK4/hU67wzeFZGg/s72-c/Daisy+0805091601-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-1226635183699568613</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 02:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-21T22:24:33.786-04:00</atom:updated><title>Baby Stuff</title><description>Last weekend Karol and I finished the staining and sealing the crib. It's the same crib that Tim and then Andy used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/So9Um8aDhEI/AAAAAAAABKo/BNPDdguoh-w/s1600-h/crib.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372605908503462978" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/So9Um8aDhEI/AAAAAAAABKo/BNPDdguoh-w/s400/crib.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little pink bassinette is the perfect size for newborn Holly. The top bassinette part can be removed so that later it can be a travel crib when she's older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/So9UnGFXAzI/AAAAAAAABKw/AFb0UykJkE0/s1600-h/bassinet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372605911101014834" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/So9UnGFXAzI/AAAAAAAABKw/AFb0UykJkE0/s400/bassinet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is also a stroller/car seat travel system, and bag after bag of baby clothes.!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-1226635183699568613?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/08/baby-stuff.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/So9Um8aDhEI/AAAAAAAABKo/BNPDdguoh-w/s72-c/crib.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-2870183747806908255</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Jul 2009 00:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-19T20:37:29.207-04:00</atom:updated><title>My Sweet Ride</title><description>So every week I rent a different car. Monday morning, I drop my CRV at the Smith-Reynolds Airport, and I never know what I will drive to Charlotte. Most of the time I am able to plug in my XM reciever, and have music. If not I have two NPR stations that I listen to on the way. My rental agent knows what I like and tries to get me something good every week. I pretty much have my pick of whatever fine piece of machinery is in the lot. Last week I pulled up and spotted a Ford Edge, which would have been my choice, however she offered me something even better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360331175721607122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SmO4zddWn9I/AAAAAAAABKQ/R0cmBJ4QL8g/s400/P1010958.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out my 2010 Ford Mustang Sport Edition. It came loaded with Sirius radio. It also had Bluetooth and Microsoft Sync. So my car essentially became my phone when I was in it. "Dial John" dialed up John for me, and no headset or handset needed. The microphone was up by the mirror, and John's voice floated out of the speakers. Later on, as I was tooling down the road, the phone rang again. The radio automatically mutes and switches to phone mode. The display reads "Answer?" and you just hit the OK button. For the duration of the rental, my address book was resident in the car, and everytime I got in, it would sync to my blackberry phone. Totally AWESOME. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As fun as it was to drive, it's not a practical car. Miniscule backseat, trunk difficult to load and unload. Wonder what I'll be driving tomorrow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-2870183747806908255?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-sweet-ride.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SmO4zddWn9I/AAAAAAAABKQ/R0cmBJ4QL8g/s72-c/P1010958.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-9073661746239483276</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Jul 2009 03:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-17T23:25:56.364-04:00</atom:updated><title>Who's that farmhand?</title><description>Hey, that's not the regular farmer? Where did this guy come from?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SmFAQmYfS7I/AAAAAAAABKI/9I6k_rRpFgQ/s1600-h/P1010946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359635685472947122" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SmFAQmYfS7I/AAAAAAAABKI/9I6k_rRpFgQ/s400/P1010946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Hollyhock doesn't seem to mind - she's got her nose buried in the feed bucket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SmFAP10wfXI/AAAAAAAABKA/_eOCxqADSmw/s1600-h/P1010945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359635672438177138" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SmFAP10wfXI/AAAAAAAABKA/_eOCxqADSmw/s400/P1010945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-9073661746239483276?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/whos-that-farmhand.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SmFAQmYfS7I/AAAAAAAABKI/9I6k_rRpFgQ/s72-c/P1010946.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-4655053817190971208</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Jul 2009 18:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-11T15:08:23.264-04:00</atom:updated><title>Summer is flying by!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SljgygaMXjI/AAAAAAAABJc/Gw0SshcEQTY/s1600-h/PapaJohnsSighn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SljgygaMXjI/AAAAAAAABJc/Gw0SshcEQTY/s400/PapaJohnsSighn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357278915055083058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've been trying to keep up with farm chores, gardening, and the house with limited success.  Seems like laundry and dirty dishes multiply and I am always behind and this weekend I decided I must blog and tell you all what we have been up to on the farm.  The first item of newsworthyness is a couple of new additions to the farm. We've got a couple of new barn cats. Spike on the left and Ike on the right.  Spike was adopted from a friend of mine, and he's an awesome cat. He is pure white and had one blue eye and one green eye. He spends the day playing in the milk parlor and lying on the warm stones in front of the barn.  The other little guy, another white cat with grey patches is Ike. Ike came from our favorite dairy farm, and also spends his day playing in the milk parlor. He loves to hang around during milking time, looking forward to that little bowl of warm goats milk.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SljgyQsbAuI/AAAAAAAABJU/YggN46I07qc/s1600-h/new+kitties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SljgyQsbAuI/AAAAAAAABJU/YggN46I07qc/s400/new+kitties.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357278910836572898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are not very good, but you can see here John is enjoying a ride with one of his favorite farm hands. She on a Pasofino (sp?) and he on a Tennessee Walker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sljgx9zAasI/AAAAAAAABJE/E17Ao_ly6Co/s1600-h/horsingAround.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sljgx9zAasI/AAAAAAAABJE/E17Ao_ly6Co/s400/horsingAround.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357278905763916482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got the hang of it pretty quickly and seemed comfortable in the saddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SljgyGJ7aLI/AAAAAAAABJM/8X7xdmDvLfA/s1600-h/JohnHorsingAround.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SljgyGJ7aLI/AAAAAAAABJM/8X7xdmDvLfA/s400/JohnHorsingAround.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357278908007540914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While John was horsing around, I picked blueberries.  We are enjoying blueberry cobbler!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-4655053817190971208?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-is-flying-by.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SljgygaMXjI/AAAAAAAABJc/Gw0SshcEQTY/s72-c/PapaJohnsSighn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-3145748985753139494</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2009 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-29T16:05:06.903-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Tractor Restoration Continues</title><description>John is working hard on the redbelly Ford. When my mom and dad were in town, Dad took off the fenders and put a coat of some kind of magic rust stop potion on the fenders. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Skkdu4AvtOI/AAAAAAAABI0/gy8v-D4iz_E/s1600-h/IMG00078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Skkdu4AvtOI/AAAAAAAABI0/gy8v-D4iz_E/s400/IMG00078.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352842323253245154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, John put a coat of paint on them, and will probably be remounting them on the tractor today&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SkkdvDA6y-I/AAAAAAAABI8/NKNcs83dXLA/s1600-h/IMG00079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/SkkdvDA6y-I/AAAAAAAABI8/NKNcs83dXLA/s400/IMG00079.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352842326206761954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-3145748985753139494?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/tractor-restoration-continues.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Skkdu4AvtOI/AAAAAAAABI0/gy8v-D4iz_E/s72-c/IMG00078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-8338398419672622614</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Jun 2009 00:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-16T20:33:36.408-04:00</atom:updated><title>Farm Chores</title><description>Today I got home from Charlotte late, delayed due to bad weather. Usually I change and run up to the barn to help with chores, but today the milking was already done and the only thing left was to round up babies and feed Thomasina. Karol was up in the big barn working on refinishing the crib. Papa John was in the barn shoveling stuff. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sjg5aKo1sJI/AAAAAAAABII/p4r1Dy9lSVE/s1600-h/IMG00076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sjg5aKo1sJI/AAAAAAAABII/p4r1Dy9lSVE/s400/IMG00076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348087679197491346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home to a pan of lasagna bubbling in the oven, and the house is in pretty good shape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who could ask for anything more?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-8338398419672622614?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/06/farm-chores.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sjg5aKo1sJI/AAAAAAAABII/p4r1Dy9lSVE/s72-c/IMG00076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-5955719128843583402</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 14:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-29T10:15:33.086-04:00</atom:updated><title>In the Pink Because...</title><description>Andy and Karol are expecting a little girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-5955719128843583402?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-pink-because.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-2804315951886413070</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 May 2009 00:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-28T20:41:46.880-04:00</atom:updated><title>In The Pink</title><description>We are in the pink today, can anyone guess why? :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-2804315951886413070?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-pink.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-992782136783873508.post-2273605418398844633</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 May 2009 01:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-27T21:38:08.400-04:00</atom:updated><title>Fruit on the Trees!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sh3qn94ghYI/AAAAAAAABH4/bxuDANzbee0/s1600-h/IMG00057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sh3qn94ghYI/AAAAAAAABH4/bxuDANzbee0/s320/IMG00057.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340682705478649218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pears are growing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sh3qnsSGygI/AAAAAAAABHw/r-CteVISg-A/s1600-h/IMG00056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sh3qnsSGygI/AAAAAAAABHw/r-CteVISg-A/s320/IMG00056.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340682700754176514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are apples on the trees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sh3qnoPGV5I/AAAAAAAABHo/1TrQoUw1rS4/s1600-h/IMG00047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sh3qnoPGV5I/AAAAAAAABHo/1TrQoUw1rS4/s320/IMG00047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340682699667822482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/992782136783873508-2273605418398844633?l=farmgirladventures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://farmgirladventures.blogspot.com/2009/05/fruit-on-trees.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (FarmGirl)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_a1s_Wn9PpOQ/Sh3qn94ghYI/AAAAAAAABH4/bxuDANzbee0/s72-c/IMG00057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>