Saturday, June 23, 2012

In which we leave for Ridecamp, and Hana wears a strange sci-fi disguise


We're leaving for camp, and Hana is back at home so she can go with us.

We told her that everybody in camp is going to be wearing costumes, so she's got her outfit ready:

IKR?


I think she looks like Greedo.


Koona t'chuta, Solo?


The goats think she looks like the Borg.  They're eager to be assimilated.
Resistance is futile.


Hana is sure that, no matter what she wears, she always looks like this:

Friendship is magic
Have a great week!

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

In which Becky tours the Swampland on horseback, and she says it's "pretty"

As long as I've known her, Becky has been whining whimpering sniveling saying that she desperately wants to go riding.

Becky: "I'm on a horse!"


 So, today Fiddle and Hana and I took her riding!
Note the condition of the pasture <<--the reason Hana is still Fat!
 We drove the rig over to Fat Camp to retrieve Hana, and then headed out to the trailhead.  Hana isn't a beginner's horse, but she is an awesome mount for an experienced rider, so Becky had a good day.  
Give me a break:  it's not THAT far to the top of this horse!
 The sky was that shade of blue that we reserve for tourists.
Great grin
 Once our visitors are convinced that we live in the prettiest place on earth, 
 we call in the clouds and start selling them all sorts of complicated raingear.  
Hana enjoys the view...and the grass


HINT: a person carrying an umbrella is a visitor.  
True Swamplanders don't carry umbrellas.
Most Swamplanders don't even own an umbrella.


Obviously, Becky still needs convincing, because the sky stayed blue all day.
Becky:  "I'm gonna hurt so much tomorrow"
 Becky will probably need to take a few handfuls of ibuprofen if she wants to climb up the stairs to her house tomorrow, because she told me that this was the longest distance she's ridden a horse (just shy of 9 miles)  
Still grinning
but I hope her family is prepared for her conversion to the True Faith:  she wants to ride endurance!


Oh, yes.  You know it:  life is good.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

In which a dear friend visits the farm, and we meet up for the first time


Becky emailed me yesterday:  
Yes, she's just as dignified and ladylike in person
"When I meet you, I am going to introduce myself, and then you are going to introduce yourself, so I don't slaughter the pronunciation of your name without hearing it first." 

What fun it is to meet dear friends for the first time!

Becky and the Bean, with their offspring the DragonMonkey and the Squidgelet,
meet Dobbie Goat Gruff
 Becky's family came to Haiku Farm this evening to meet my family and play with all the animals.
Goat kisses:  sort of a mixed blessing when they belch apple breath up your nose.
 The chickens were a big hit.
Oh look!  A chicken!
 DragonMonkey took his task of gathering eggs very seriously
Eggs
 and checked the laying boxes several times to see if more eggs had appeared.
They think the tractor's sexy
 The goats were a huge hit with everyone
Future endurance rider
 The Bean needs 
 a slightly larger mount.

After goat-wrangling, we gathered around the bonfire for hot dogs
MmmMM.
 and, uh, piratical beverages.
Bloggers:  without pix, it didn't happen
 Parenting secret revealed here:  
DragonMonkey, outstanding in the field.


A tired child is a happier child.  And the parent of a tired child is a happier parent.  


You heard it here first.  Feel free to quote me.

Monday, June 18, 2012

In which Will has successfully navigated the public school system and we are proud

He did it!

Proud paternal photobomber
 It certainly wasn't easy for Will to come to America from Korea at age 16, and improve his English language skills enough to graduate from an American high school...
Ceremony held at Comcast Arena, where we usually go to watch hockey games!
 ...but he did it.  Not only that, he also graduated from Sno-Isle Technical in the dental assistant program!   The dental office where he interned wants to keep him on part-time, at least for a few months, hurrah!
Parting gift for dental students from the Tech school:
a certificate, a flower and a bag of candy.




We are very proud!  


(I think I've used up a year's quota of exclamation points for this post!)