<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:43:14.403-04:00</updated><category term='I'/><title type='text'>Knolltop Morgans</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>255</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-3095983173216313856</id><published>2011-03-02T10:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T10:23:35.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>Overwhelmed has many different meanings. It can be the feeling a new mother has as she deals with that new baby. It can be a person who doesn't know the meaning of the word "no" and gets themselves involved in 20 different projects. It can be the person facing a major event or undertaking, perhaps a widow who has never done the bill paying in her household. I am feeling overwhelmed, but not for any of the above scenarios. Mine is different. It is my children and the maturity I see in them each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanna has a major project due very soon at school. Despite the nasty weather and no school last week, she continued, without being nagged by mom, to work on it and it will be completed well ahead of the due date. It is Kathryn, with her tenacity in practicing piano. She is faithful to sit and practice at least a half hour nearly every night. The improvement in her ability is obvious. Finally, and the one who really overwhelmed me last evening, is Thomas. Hubby has been putting in some long hours over the past few weeks. Last night I told Thomas he would be working late and that Thomas would need to take care of the chores. Without rolling his eyes, mumbling under his breath or putting it off, he immediately went to the phone, called his dad, and got instructions on what needed to be done. Wow, I was stunned. To see him take the initiative and take care of what his dad asked of him, left me very overwhelmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing to see our kids grow up and mature before our eyes. And to see something you are trying to teach them, responsibility, being put in action by all three kids leaves me proud and willing to continue mothering and teaching them as they continue to grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-3095983173216313856?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3095983173216313856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=3095983173216313856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/3095983173216313856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/3095983173216313856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2011/03/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-161974566571887160</id><published>2010-08-02T14:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T14:20:24.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't want to be a mama!</title><content type='html'>Kathryn is our nature lover.  All things furry are her friends.  Mom has a number of porch kitties and one of last years batch is wild.  However, she decided that moms porch was the best place to have her kitten....and leave it.  After waiting 24 hours for her to return, Kathryn and mom decided she had abandoned it.  They fixed up a batch of kitten formula, put it in a bottle and worked to save the life of the kitten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so good.  BUT.....Kathryn has had a huge dose of what it is to be a mother of a newborn.  And it isn't easy!  The kitten sleeps in a box beside her bed and as all newborns will do, it doesn't sleep for long before it is demanding yet another feeding.  This morning, after being woke up at 2, 3 and 4am, she informed me that she really likes this kitten best when it was sound asleep.  I told her that was when I liked her best at this age too!  She wondered why it was so hard for the kitten to settle down.  I told her it is a baby and doesn't know what it wants.  Sorta like she was as a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn was a tough baby.  I think it was at least 7 months before she slept nights.  Perhaps a bit of payback in the form of a small grey kitten??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-161974566571887160?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/161974566571887160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=161974566571887160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/161974566571887160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/161974566571887160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-dont-want-to-be-mama.html' title='I don&apos;t want to be a mama!'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-6235768978991173159</id><published>2010-03-16T10:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T10:41:34.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Pleasures</title><content type='html'>There is a saying about simple pleasures being the best, and I guess I have to agree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will share a few of my simple pleasures, starting with a beautiful, sunny, spring morning. The view from my front window is pretty special this morning as well. The kids are on break this week and the Great Lakes Spring Holstein Show is coming up in just a couple weeks. What fun to see Thomas &amp; Kathryn out in the pasture this morning, "capturing" their heifers for a little practice time at the halter. I can hear Lydia the lamb, who really isn't just a lamb anymore, hollering for attention from her pasture. The guinea hens just finished breakfast, cleaning up what the steer left around his feed pan. The goldfinches at my feeder are showing the faint signs of yellowing up and the robins have been hopping around my backyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring always returns....... Thank you God, for the promises of renewal that comes in Spring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-6235768978991173159?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6235768978991173159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=6235768978991173159' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6235768978991173159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6235768978991173159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2010/03/simple-pleasures.html' title='Simple Pleasures'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-1801592630054369521</id><published>2010-02-23T09:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T09:40:10.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting go or holding on</title><content type='html'>A missionary that our church supports passed away yesterday after a very short illness. I didn't really know him, he and his wife obviously spent most of their time on the mission field. Despite that, I am struggling a bit with sadness at his passing. I think I know why. I can't imagine being as strong as his wife has been as she faced the possibility of his passing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She kept their supporting churches up to date on his condition through e-mails, which our Pastor forwarded on to the rest of us. In each e-mail, she spoke of her willingness to "let him go to Jesus", or that she held him up to God in her open hand, or that she knew she would be reunited with him in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my husband is headed for Heaven when he dies, as I am too. BUT, I don't know if I could be as brave as her. I am sure in her dark moments alone, she fought the desire to keep holding on. But isn't it amazing that God ultimately gave her a peace, which allowed her to be an amazing testimony to me! The first picture I have in my mind when facing such a moment is with my arms wrapped tightly around the waist of my husband and my legs woven around his legs, forcing him to drag me along as he passed from this life into Glory. Perhaps instead, I can recall the testimony of Louise Barnard and recognize that the Lord gives us the strength and ability to face the dark moment of saying goodbye to the love of our life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I pray that such a moment is years and years away.  Hopefully, in my VERY old age, I can recall the lesson learned from Mrs. Barnard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-1801592630054369521?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1801592630054369521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=1801592630054369521' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1801592630054369521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1801592630054369521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2010/02/letting-go-or-holding-on.html' title='Letting go or holding on'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-4538124110474624909</id><published>2010-02-22T17:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:44:07.864-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing the forest for the trees....</title><content type='html'>Age-old proverb, but how true it is in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been some changes in my horse business in the last three months. Most took tons of prayer, thought and more than a couple tears. Now that the changes are in place, I am learning a new way of looking at my business. In the past, my focus has been getting these horses into the show ring to showcase their quality and eventually make that perfect connection that leads to a successful sale. This focus was taught by the horse trainer we were using. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we switched to a new trainer at the beginning of the year, my focus was once again on the show ring. To the point that I was ready to do a second switch to yet another trainer in an effort to keep costs to a minimum. As I discussed this decision with the current trainer, he moved my focus to a completely different direction. Why was I worrying about the show ring and all the expenses that go with it??? Because that was where trainer Mike's focus had always been, was my reply. Well, Lee is switching that up. We are now focusing on turning out a great product, advertising it hard and getting him sold so that someone else can take on the expenses of showing "their" horse in the show ring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times are we out of focus? Confident and committed to a notion that is not the ultimate direction we should be heading? It doesn't matter how committed you are to that idea, if it is the wrong direction, we need to rein it in (pardon the pun) and rethink what we are doing and why we are doing it. Lee described what he was "hearing" from me and quickly assessed what direction I needed to be heading with my horse business. And he was right, no matter how much fun it is to have your horse in the show ring, as a breeder, my focus needs to be on getting these horses sold as early in their career as possible. The same goes in my Christian walk. I must be constantly assessing where I am and where God wants me to be. And not be afraid of changing my focus when God shows me a better way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-4538124110474624909?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4538124110474624909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=4538124110474624909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4538124110474624909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4538124110474624909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2010/02/missing-forest-for-trees.html' title='Missing the forest for the trees....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-398308974765129532</id><published>2010-01-05T17:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:49:55.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Non-resolution Resolution</title><content type='html'>I am not a New Year's resolution maker, but I did decide that I needed to revive my blog from the total neglect it has suffered for the past 5 months. Okay, I got taken in by the simplicity of Face book. Do you know how easy it is to post a simple one or two sentence statement about what you are doing, how you are feeling or where you are headed is? Easy!!! The world is all about easy isn't it? But easy isn't always good. Although most of my blogs are simple fare, notes about the kids, horses or some other part of life, occasionally I have put serious thought and idea to the keyboard and come out with something I am pretty pleased with. And to sit still long enough to create something a reader might learn from is good for me. So here I sit for a few minutes.....and hopefully I will do this more often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-398308974765129532?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/398308974765129532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=398308974765129532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/398308974765129532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/398308974765129532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2010/01/non-resolution-resolution.html' title='Non-resolution Resolution'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-9188126074423034102</id><published>2009-08-17T09:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:36:39.329-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog shows, lamb training, horse conditioning and back to school</title><content type='html'>Busy days continue here at the zoo. Kathryn and Emma competed in the State 4-H Dog Show Saturday. They are now full-fledged 4-Her's and actually get placed in their classes now. It was the first time Kathryn had ever done showmanship and they placed 5th in their class. They also did agility and obedience, but didn't place in either class. We got lots of good hints and know what they need to work on between now and fair week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn has been working with her lamb, Lydia, too. Considering the first time she ever put a halter on the lamb, it fell over on it's side and laid there like it was dying, things have definitely improved. She can now lead Lydia the traditional way of having a hand under her chin and one at the back of her head. The other three lambs we got to replace the lambs that were killed have tamed down a lot and Kathryn can actually pet one of them. She is the animal charmer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working our filly, Annie, in preparation for the Michigan Morgan Futurity. I hauled her up to Mason yesterday so that Horse Trainer Mike can take over and finish her halter work. The show is this weekend. Storm will be showing as well. She has grown up and filled out a lot over the course of the summer. I really could see the difference since she has been gone all year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the girls and I are heading to town to get school shoes. Yes, like it or not, they head back to school on Thursday. Thomas wasn't in the mood to "shop", so he went to work with his dad. I will still need to run him to the local Shoe Show store and get some dress shoes. Parent-Teacher orientation will be tomorrow night and then back to our routine on Thursday. Summer where did you go?? And just in time for the "dog days".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-9188126074423034102?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/9188126074423034102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=9188126074423034102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/9188126074423034102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/9188126074423034102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/08/dog-shows-lamb-training-horse.html' title='Dog shows, lamb training, horse conditioning and back to school'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-5606312690539244391</id><published>2009-08-10T08:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:45:27.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been???</title><content type='html'>Enjoying summer. We had the chance to travel up to Mackinaw City a week ago and what a great time we had. We toured Fort Michlamackinaw, the Mackinaw City Lighthouse and the Old Mill. Great chance for the kids to expand on the Michigan History unit they all have studied at school. Nothing better than experiencing things first hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the opportunity to attend the wedding of hubby's niece Elissa as well. What an amazing wedding. She married a man she met while attended Spring Arbor University. They are headed to Sao Paulo, Brazil, where he is from, to be missionaries in one of the many slums in that city. Gui, her new husband, has a tremendous burden for the unsaved in his city and Elissa is equally burdened for them. They are a great couple and though we will miss them, recognize that their decision is pretty special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the critter side of our world, the market chickens should arrive by mail today or tomorrow. That is the last project to get started on. Fair is about six weeks away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And School is only a week and a half away!!!!! The kids start on the 20th.....and so goes summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The garden has begun to produce. I put up 18 quarts of green beans last week. The pickles are slowly providing enough to make a batch of 14 day sweet pickles. The sweet corn is growing, and there are TONS of green tomatoes out there. Waiting to get some peaches to can sometime this week. I love canning, so I am anxious for the chance to put shiny jars of fruits and veggies on the shelves in the basement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-5606312690539244391?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5606312690539244391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=5606312690539244391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/5606312690539244391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/5606312690539244391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/08/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been???'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-7874764660428105104</id><published>2009-07-30T13:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T13:22:40.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On the run.....</title><content type='html'>it has been a crazy two weeks. We were busy getting ready for and then participating in Dairy Days at MSU. Suzanna placed well in showmanship, judging and management. She also had a reserve all Michigan junior owned heifer in one of her classes. Thomas learned the hard lesson of stubborn heifers. His was very uncooperative in the show ring and despite the frustration, he kept a smile on his face and says he will do it again. Kathryn placed in one of her showmanship classes as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say going from one in the project to three was a bit of an adjustment, but thankfully they worked well together. Thomas and Kathryn have spent three years watching Suzanna do it and I am sure that helped them a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to have some of Trainer Mike's horse clients stop by and see how different it is to show cattle. They all wanted calves at home, not to show, just to pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Kathryn and I were able to head to the Lenawee county fair with another family from our 4-H club and study the finer points of sheep showmanship. It was a wise choice to go and hopefully it will pay off in a couple months when the girls are showing at our fair. Today, Thomas and I took a trip over to Lenawee to get information about showing dairy starter steers. I think that will help him a lot and mom and dad too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we are doing the mad pack to get away for a few days. We are headed way up north to a family wedding and then a few days around the Mackinaw bridge area for fun and relaxation. Supposedly the campground has WIFI, so I will try to post again while we are away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-7874764660428105104?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7874764660428105104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=7874764660428105104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7874764660428105104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7874764660428105104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-run.html' title='On the run.....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-1152286649896877737</id><published>2009-07-14T11:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:40:30.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reacting.....</title><content type='html'>How do you react to news?  Especially news that affects you?  Perhaps political news?  I am one who pays attention to what is going on in the world of politics.  I grew up in a family that was very aware, I worked for a gentleman during my high school and college years who had spent time in Washington and knew a lot of the "movers and shakers" in politics during the 1980s.  You couldn't help but be aware with Mr. Lipsett around.  I was told once to get my head out of the MSU cow barn and report to work immediately at the new Conservative newspaper which had sprung up on campus.  That was his style.  He also said you needed to write letters to let people know your opinion of issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So jump forward a few years (lets not count how many!).  I have really begun to follow Mr. Lipsett's advice.  I am a letter writer.....well, maybe more of an emailer....but I am letting my opinion be known.  My latest was to our US Congressman.  There is a committee meeting on the Dairy industry today.  He happens to serve on the agriculture committee and I sent him a letter to let him know my concerns relating to the dairy business.  Yes, granted our family isn't making our living on dairy, but we are indirectly involved since the kids are raising replacement heifers.  And they have been affected by the downturn of the milk price.  So I made sure that our Congressman knew that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when the stimulus was being voted on, both my senators and the congressman heard from me then too.  Do I think I am going to change the world?  Doubtful.....BUT I am involved!  Even if it is one in many, my voice has been heard.  Oh and a couple weeks ago, the voices of most farmers in our county were heard by our state Representative and he made his decision on a vote for the future of Agriculture in Michigan due to the overwhelming opinions he heard that day.  React.....you may change something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-1152286649896877737?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1152286649896877737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=1152286649896877737' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1152286649896877737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1152286649896877737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/07/reacting.html' title='Reacting.....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-3322542107085783997</id><published>2009-07-07T10:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T10:11:07.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Summer and we're runnin' out of ice......</title><content type='html'>For those who don't recognize that line.  It comes from the musical Oklahoma.  It was the first thing that popped into my head this morning as I heard yet another report of the Michael Jackson memorial.  I am a little tired of the whole saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up in the 80s.  He was a big deal then, and I have to admit enjoying some of the music he did.  But then I got older and he got weirder (is that a word?).  The insane focus that has been on him for the past week and a half is really over the top in my book.  He was just a person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sad it is that people have come absolutely unglued at his passing.  He is worshipped as a god.  How wrong and how sad that there is this much sorrow for a man who could do nothing for these people.  How different would the world be if they sought God the same way this human was sought and worshipped?  Just a little food for thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-3322542107085783997?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3322542107085783997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=3322542107085783997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/3322542107085783997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/3322542107085783997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/07/its-summer-and-we.html' title='It&apos;s Summer and we&apos;re runnin&apos; out of ice......'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-8521755588109898662</id><published>2009-07-06T09:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:10:29.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes.....time is flying!</title><content type='html'>And in two weeks, we will be headed for Dairy Days at MSU.  I can't believe how summer is getting away from us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have been leading their heifers, but it would seem we have a stubborn bunch.  Suzanna's younger heifer was better until she hurt her foot and we had to mess with her each day.  Kathryn's heifer lead real well until she was dehorned and decided humans are something to be avoided at all costs.  Thomas's heifer is the best of the three, until she decides to plant her front feet and stop walking.  Could get interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn's lamb, Lydia, is tame.  She sees Kathryn and starts baaing at her.  She loves to be scratched.  She sleeps in the rabbit shack and one of the rabbits has figured out how to open his cage and gets out and hops around following Lydia.  It is funny to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer weather is here for the week, lots of sun and warm temperatures.  Hope the garden gets going.  It has been a rough spring for growing stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-8521755588109898662?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8521755588109898662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=8521755588109898662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8521755588109898662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8521755588109898662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/07/yikestime-is-flying.html' title='Yikes.....time is flying!'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-2564562722995273908</id><published>2009-06-29T08:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T08:38:26.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It sure was hot!</title><content type='html'>There, I got that covered.  Suzanna and I spent three days a MSU and the weather was just plain GROSS.  We arrived Wednesday afternoon and it was at least 90 degrees out with 100 percent humidity.  Of course, I had to park the car about a half mile from the dorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanna took a dairy judging seminar and her classroom was air conditioned, so she got a little relief there.  I took one about making ice cream.  It was so hot the ice cream wouldn't freeze.  The class host said it took double the ice from the previous year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights of the weekend was the evening entertainment.  To begin with, the Wharton Center was air conditioned, and we were able to sit in cool comfort and listen to a group called "Fiddlers Unstrung".  They were outstanding!  It is a group of 17 high school students from Saline, MI and boy could they play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was spent in seminars.  We managed to visit the museum and tour a little bit of campus.  I could show Suzanna my dorms from when I lived on campus.  Thursday evening was the State Awards Assembly.  We went to cheer on the four nominees from Hillsdale County.  I am happy to report that we had the State Dairy winner.  Congrats to Matt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A check-in with daddy on the way back to the dorm provided the exciting news that Penny had calved sometime that afternoon and it was a heifer.  Suzanna had already picked out a name, so the heifer will be known as Paige.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was one more opportinity to attend our seminars.  Suzanna's second session was on Historic Michigan barns.  She now rides in the car, identifying was style of barn we are driving by and its condition.  I took a class on Sheep Showmanship in an effort to help Kathryn out.  I learned a lot and hopefully will remember it long enough to teach her a thing or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, with a new heifer at home, Suzanna was ready to get home.  We had to stop at the barn first on the way up the drive and meet the new heifer.  What a cutie!  We took Penny to her new home at a local dairy farm in the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn impatiently waited until 6:30 when we finally went over a picked up Lydia, her new lamb.  Believe me, the whole family spent a nervous night, praying that all was safe in the "beefed up" security of the sheep pen.  Kathryn went out a couple times in the night, as did daddy and momma and Thomas.  All was well at each check and we have been able to relax a little.  Kathryn has spent time in the pen and the lamb is beginning to get used to her and the treats she has too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a quite weekend at the zoo.  This week we push on.  With the nicer temperatures, the heifers are getting worked.  Dairy Days is just a few short weeks away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-2564562722995273908?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2564562722995273908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=2564562722995273908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2564562722995273908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2564562722995273908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/06/it-sure-was-hot.html' title='It sure was hot!'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-6390487209514125412</id><published>2009-06-24T09:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T09:07:57.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dorm room......22 years ago</title><content type='html'>That would be the last time I slept in a dorm room.  I am about to change that though.  Suzanna and I are on our way to Michigan State for 4-H Exploration Days.  She and I are roomies for the next three days.  She is excited about this new experience.  She has the chance to take to "classes" and spend time with fellow 4-Her's from around the state.  I am the chaperon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will report on our adventures when we get back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-6390487209514125412?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6390487209514125412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=6390487209514125412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6390487209514125412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6390487209514125412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/06/dorm-room22-years-ago.html' title='Dorm room......22 years ago'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-823116301071331998</id><published>2009-06-22T14:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T15:09:37.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Property values.....</title><content type='html'>An acre of land around our area sells for more than $3,000. A farmer can get $60 or more cash rent on an acre of land. But I know an acre of land that is special and worth nothing to the "world" because it isn't earning any money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanna began playing softball in the Christian Softball Fellowship league when she turned 5. It was organized by a family about 10 years before she started playing so that kids could have a place to play ball that was just for fun. Great fellowship, recreation and with other believers. Thomas and Kathryn were thrilled when they reached 5 and could join up. Last year, the family that had originally organized it handed the reins over to myself and a friend. Our kids were devastated at the thought that there would be no ball, so we are continuing a tradition that has been going on for at least 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The games are played on a field in the country. The man who owned it passed away this past week. A friend went to the visitation yesterday, and was told by a family member that he believed that acre of land was the most valuable of any he owned. Wow! He recognized that the families that spent 6 Monday nights each year there were more important than the all money that spot of land could have earned him in the last 20 years. Amazing, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do we value what we have? Do we consider the moments we take with our kids to be a burden? Taking us away from some important task? Or can we slow down and realize that sometimes the most valuable things in our lives earn us no money, no fame and no reward? Mr. P had it figured out and today he is in Heaven with his Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and his family wants the games to continue, right there in that yard. So those Monday night games will go on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-823116301071331998?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/823116301071331998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=823116301071331998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/823116301071331998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/823116301071331998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/06/property-values.html' title='Property values.....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-7778917372246080001</id><published>2009-06-15T14:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:00:21.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding God in the darkness</title><content type='html'>It was a very dark weekend at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn has been impatiently waiting for us to get everything ready for her sheep project. She had expressed an interest in raising sheep, but not the "kind they eat". So after a conversation with a fellow fair board member, we decided on Shetland sheep. They are a small, easy to raise wool breed and would be a great introduction to the world of shepherding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took possession of three freshly weaned lambs on Friday night. By Saturday morning it was all over already. Two neighborhood dogs got in with them in the night and all three died as a result. In addition, they also seriously harmed the kids market bunnies and the momma bunny too. Darkness was at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my hubby and I dealt with the vet, sheriff's department and comforting our children, I truly felt God in the midst of it all. In the heat of the moment with adrenalin pumping, it wasn't so easy, but as I began to reflect on the morning, it was obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, those dogs were still in the sheep pasture as Kathryn discovered that the lambs were hurt. She NEVER went inside....what the dogs might have done to her?? who knows, but she was protected. When I contacted 911, I was told that it could be awhile, since there were only two deputies patrolling the county and the State police were on duty at the racetrack. Yet, the sheriff's deputy pulled into our driveway within 15 minutes of my call. A call to the vet emergency line yielded a callback with about 5 minutes. He had just finished a call and would come to us next. He was there within minutes and was so kind to Kathryn as he explained to her the sad news that the third lamb would not live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest lesson I learned was how deep Kathryn's faith is at 10 years old. We sat together in the pasture for awhile after it was all over, the tears were flowing from both of us. And she asked the question that I had been asking, "why did God let this happen?" Obviously I didn't know the answer, but told her that despite the sadness we were feeling, God was still there, giving us comfort. I let her know that God allows things to happen, KNOWING that we grow closer to Him, and trust Him even more. She looked up and said "kinda like Job, that book is full of troubles, but he still trusted God." Wow, what more could I say?? She was already learning and growing, even through the tears she was shedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after we were married, our Pastor encouraged each family in the church to choose a verse and claim it for the year. That year, Mike and I chose Hebrews 13:5, which says "Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for He had said I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee." How many times have I gone back to that verse in years since choosing it. And yet again on Saturday and the days since, I have remembered it again and again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-7778917372246080001?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7778917372246080001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=7778917372246080001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7778917372246080001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7778917372246080001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/06/finding-god-in-darkness.html' title='Finding God in the darkness'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-97078440946712222</id><published>2009-06-11T09:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:35:08.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>End of an era....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was not one of the best at Knolltop Morgans.  Our "senior" broodmare Breezy has had a tough spring in terms of getting on cycle and getting bred.  We have taken her down to the stallion twice, the second time she stayed for two cycles, in an effort to get one more foal.  She is 23, which is old, but not ancient.  It is not unusual to have a foal at that age, but for Breezy, it is the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magic 18 day mark was yesterday, and the vet was out to check her.  Unlike the check on trainer Mike's mare last week, there was no fist pump.....just a lot of silence, as he looked and looked and looked with no success.  I was in tears with his announcement and he left the barn with very few words.  He wanted her to be pregnant almost as much as I did, but it was not to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew the day was coming, and I am grateful for the beautiful foals we have gotten from her, but it is still sad to think there will be no more "Breezy Babies".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-97078440946712222?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/97078440946712222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=97078440946712222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/97078440946712222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/97078440946712222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-of-era.html' title='End of an era....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-2437724789761231728</id><published>2009-06-02T22:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:24:55.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple 18 day pregnacy check</title><content type='html'>That's what I thought I was having the vet out for. Trainer Mike's mare has been here for the last two months. He sent her to me to utilize my vet to get her bred. At 18 days, an ultrasound can be done to check for a pregnancy. I scheduled to have him out, and his plan was to get here sometime this afternoon. That plan got pushed back a couple times and he finally arrived at about 9pm. In the end, it was a good thing he was that late. His simple ultrasound stop changed before he ever got to our place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, hubby called me on the 2-way radio to say I needed to give Penny's eye a check when I was outside. A quick check revealed potential pinkeye. Then Suzanna's newest heifer, Rhianna, was limping across the pasture. Observation there was that she had cut the back of her foot right at the hoof line. Two more things for Dr. C to look at when he got here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with Libby and as I held her for the check, Dr. C did a fist pump into the air. An 18 day pregnancy on the right horn of her uterus. He predicts a filly. We will know in 11 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, Fancy. This is the heifer who doesn't want to be caught. After several attempts to trap her in a corner and get a rope around her neck, we finally used Sami as bait to get Penny across the driveway and into the barn where we got her caught. Confirmation was made that it was pinkeye and it was treated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to Rhianna, who dinged her foot in a bad spot. He said it would be hard to get to heal up nicely, because of its location. It was going to keep getting dirt in it and might not look very nice when it came time to show her. So we rinsed it out really good and between daddy, the vet and Suzanna, got it wrapped with some vetwrap to keep the dirt out of it.   She will get penicillin for four more days and we will be changing her bandage for a few days until the cut heals up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mission accomplished all around. As the vet backed his truck out of the yard, one brake was sticking and as he pulled forward and backed up a second time, his brake pad fell out from under his truck and it was leaking fluid. He got some brake fluid from my husband and headed down the road, planning his route with the fewest stops possible. And that is how a simple 18 day pregnancy check went.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-2437724789761231728?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2437724789761231728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=2437724789761231728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2437724789761231728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2437724789761231728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/06/simple-18-day-pregnacy-check.html' title='A simple 18 day pregnacy check'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-6955970503697684521</id><published>2009-05-30T19:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T19:56:24.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God answers prayers......</title><content type='html'>I believe that statement.  I have seen his answers to my prayers through my life.  Big ones and little ones.  Our earnest requests are heard and answered.  Not always as we expect, nor as we think he should, and especially not as quick as we would like.  But they are answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this morning was no exception.  We have a couple house cats.  Well, technically, we have three.  Cassie, the calico, moved to the basement the day Emma joined the family and has rarely come up since.  She hates me and usually hides when I head down the stairs.  She lets the kids love on her as long as the dog doesn't come along.  Anyway, back to my story.  Our two upstairs cats are Butterscotch and HopSing.  They like to take strolls in the yard when it is nice out.  Monday afternoon, they both headed out.  Butterscotch came back home, but HopSing did not.  For the next 4 days we wondered, worried and prayed about HopSing.  Much to our relief, at 5:30 this morning, I was woke up by a frantic cat yowling at the door.  HopSing came flying through the door and meowed happily at me.  My tears came instantly, and the first thought that went through my mind was to thank God for bringing this little cat back safely to our home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no doubt she would have quite a story to tell if she could.  There isn't a scratch on her, but she does seem a bit lighter.  God answers prayers!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-6955970503697684521?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6955970503697684521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=6955970503697684521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6955970503697684521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6955970503697684521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/05/god-answers-prayers.html' title='God answers prayers......'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-8799652350510697376</id><published>2009-05-29T22:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T23:00:31.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>His and hers....</title><content type='html'>I headed back down to Amish country to bring Breezy home.  She has been on a three-week date with a stallion.  For awhile it looked like we would have to retire the old gal.  She was not remotely interested in the stallion.  Thankfully, her mood improved, and she has been bred.  We will know in a couple weeks if it was successful or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed spending time deep in the Amish community.  I asked a few questions about the way they live and discovered one thing that really made me chuckle.  The stallion owners four children were wandering through the barnyard among the horses.  The older girls were messing around with one horse in particular.  I asked about the horse and he told me that was his wife driving horse.  I quickly asked what he drove.  He proudly pointed out a tall, lanky horse who he said was pretty fast.  I quipped, his and hers, huh??  He laughed and agreed that his wife wanted quite and he liked something with a little more speed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-8799652350510697376?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8799652350510697376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=8799652350510697376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8799652350510697376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8799652350510697376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/05/his-and-hers.html' title='His and hers....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-548274099792304604</id><published>2009-05-21T07:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T07:51:34.881-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The years roll along</title><content type='html'>Yesterday marked 25 years since I graduated from high school. It doesn't seem possible. I am NOT old enough to have been out of high school that long. My high school years were a bit out of the ordinary anyway. I attended a small, Christian school from sixth grade thru my sophomore year. Then it was closed and my parents and I were left with the dilemma of where I should go to finish up my last two years. I ended up going to the local public school. It was an adjustment, but I now can look back and see the reasons God put me there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One big reason was the choice I had made for my college education. I attended Michigan State, and to have gone there after spending my entire educational years at a Christian school would have been an even harder transition. Spending two years at a public school did prepare me for how different the world out there really was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the biggest reason was that I met the man who is now my husband because I was there. Although he had graduated the year before I started there, we had a mutual friend at the school. A guy named Dennis and I became friends when he discovered I was a good speller, and constantly asked me how to spell words when we were in English class. He and Mike were good friends and Dennis let Mike know that I was a girl he should get to know. That leads us to another "anniversary" of sorts. Coming up next month, it will be 25 years since our first date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-548274099792304604?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/548274099792304604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=548274099792304604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/548274099792304604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/548274099792304604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/05/years-roll-along.html' title='The years roll along'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-188972327832816798</id><published>2009-05-13T21:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T22:21:50.556-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><title type='text'>A whirlwind in May</title><content type='html'>It sure feels like we have been on one.  The kids have their last day of school tomorrow.  Wow, where has a school year gone???  We went to their Awards Night last night, and got the calendar and re-enrollment forms for next year....nothing like thinking ahead, huh?  I don't want to even consider how fast the summer will zip by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring brings the attempt to get mares in foal.  Breezy, our foundation broodmare had a year off.  So, the big question was whether or not she would get in foal one more time.  So far, we don't have the answer.  The first attempt hasn't gone like it should have and we are still unsure what is ahead.  She is back at the Amish farm in Indiana for now.  We will know more next week.  I took her back down there Friday night and coming home from dropping her off, my truck was attacked by May Flies.  So bad in fact, that I couldn't keep the windshield clean for about 10 miles.  The coating of bugs on the truck and trailer was about a half inch thick.  I had been "bug bogging" instead of mud bogging.  At one point I saw a driver stopped on the side of the road cleaning his windshield with bottled water and a towel.  It was GROSS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also have trainer Mike's mare here until she is bred.  Her first go 'round wasn't successful and I ended up at Metro Airport on Monday afternoon going from warehouse to the McNamara terminal, trying to figure out where the shipment from Kentucky had been left.  I went around the terminal twice to see where I needed to be.  In the back of my mind, I sure hoped that security didn't decide I was a threat!  She has been bred again, and we will see what happens in 18 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have spent several Saturdays reworking shelters and pastures for the additional critters we are adding since Thomas and Kathryn are both full-fledged 4-Hers this year.  We have adapted what was once a pump house into a new bunny barn.  It is very nice.  We moved the chicken coop.  We now have a second calf hutch, although all three calves seem to sleep all snugged up in the same one.  We have also built fence and gates.  There is rain in the forecast this weekend, so I think inside stuff will get done, like equipment repair.  Hay season will be here in a couple weeks, so it is time to get ready for that.  Of course, recognize that when I say "we" it really is hubby.  I just follow instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the whirlwind doesn't seem quite so extreme written out, but believe me, when my head hits the pillow at night, it doesn't take long to fall asleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-188972327832816798?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/188972327832816798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=188972327832816798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/188972327832816798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/188972327832816798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/05/whirlwind-in-may.html' title='A whirlwind in May'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-6904724217499953831</id><published>2009-05-06T17:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:55:57.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The bovines outnumber the equines......</title><content type='html'>I had a need.  Two March heifers.  My phone call to a breeder was no help.  They wanted a lot more money than I had budgeted for the project.  I called another breeder, who never called me back.  Trying not to panic, I really wanted to get this whole process wrapped up.  See, the earlier we get the calves, the easier the project goes.  The kids and calves sort of grow up together and breaking them to lead goes much better.  So where do I get two calves from........Call Gene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Gene back in 2007 at a cattle sale and have utilized his fitting skills at several shows.  He is a wealth of knowledge and loves to share it with anyone who will listen.  Being a greenhorn to the present day dairy world, I am one of those listeners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put a call into Gene and told him what I needed.  Then impatiently waited for him to make some contacts.  Happily, last Tuesday he called to say he had found a heifer.  Problem.....I needed two!  He didn't hear that part of the request and only lined up one calf.  No worries, the Purdue University Dairy Club was having a calf sale over the weekend.  He figured he could find one there.  No such luck....they all went over budget.  So Gene brought Kathryn's heifer Monday morning.  Kali took up residence in the calf pen and settled right in.  Late in the afternoon, my cell phone rang.  Good news!  Gene was at a farm and had found a heifer for Thomas.  So, after making a second trip to my farm, he dropped off Daffodil. (naming isn't necessarily our strong suit, remember Big Eyed Timothy??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids are spending each evening leading their new calves.  (the novelty hasn't worn off yet, just wait 'til mid-June, I will be begging them to get out and lead them)  Kali is a very cooperative girl and leads nicely for Kathryn.  Daffodil, on the other hand hasn't figured it out yet and only goes forward if someone is behind her poking and prodding her along.  It will get better, and hopefully Thomas won't get totally discouraged before she gets it together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially, there are now 8 bovines and 5 equines on the property.  Hubby is grinning, since he prefers Holsteins to horses.  Now if we can convince Thomas that he can't ride his bike down to the barn with two pails of milk replacer hanging off the handle bars, we will be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you happen to know of any Shetland sheep on the market, let me know.  That is the only project that we are lacking.  Kathryn is looking forward to taking sheep to the fair.....but not for eating, just for breeding and the wool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-6904724217499953831?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6904724217499953831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=6904724217499953831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6904724217499953831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6904724217499953831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/05/bovines-outnumber-equines.html' title='The bovines outnumber the equines......'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-7946165768317914291</id><published>2009-04-29T21:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T22:37:39.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We just don't see it the same way</title><content type='html'>Hubby and Thomas have been keeping an eye on a project across the road.  There has been an old John Deere combine sitting in the fence row for a number of years.  About a month ago, there was some activity around it.  Someone was working on it.  A couple weeks ago, the mystery workers had pulled it from the fence row to the roadside.  More curiosity from the guys in my house.  What was up????? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight when we got home from prayer meeting, there was activity around the combine.  Thomas was all set to go see what they were doing, but daddy wasn't.  We went on up the driveway, but a few minutes later, I saw trucks with their hazard lights blinking headed down the road.  Hubby headed off to investigate and came back home with the scoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was sad to say that the combine was headed to Homer to be prepped for a life of combine derbies!!  He was really down in the dumps about the thought of a piece of farm machinery ending up wreaked and ruined.  Never mind it was "froze up" and wouldn't be able to harvest a crop in its current condition.  I, of course, kicked into "Fair Queen" mode and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;preceded&lt;/span&gt; to ask him if he had told the guys that our fair has a Combine Derby and what night it was, etc.  He just rolled his eyes at me.  He and Thomas were still &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;commiserating&lt;/span&gt; the demise of the combine at bedtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-7946165768317914291?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7946165768317914291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=7946165768317914291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7946165768317914291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7946165768317914291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/04/we-just-dont-see-it-same-way.html' title='We just don&apos;t see it the same way'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-4855868338448064602</id><published>2009-04-22T11:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T12:04:09.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Double digits already</title><content type='html'>How can it be? Thomas and Kathryn are 10 today. I am still trying to figure out where those 10 years went. Fast....that is for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were off to school this morning with cupcakes for their class. We have prayer meeting tonight, so they are taking along more cupcakes for their Kids Club friends. We will have tacos for supper and cake when we get home. Birthday celebrations with grandparents will have to wait until later in the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for both these children. Kathryn had a rocky start, to say she scared us would be an understatement. But the prayers offered from all of us were answered and within just a few short days, we were all under the same roof and learning how to parent a 2 year old and a set of twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kathryn's quiet ways are a pleasure for all around her. Her love of animals is a joy to see. She is a charmer. Thomas' thoughts are deep and his enthusiasm is catching. He is a whirlwind of energy and never short on questions. Both kids love God and that is the greatest attribute either could have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this special day.....Happy Birthday to both Thomas and Kathryn!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-4855868338448064602?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4855868338448064602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=4855868338448064602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4855868338448064602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4855868338448064602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/04/double-digits-already.html' title='Double digits already'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-8772513064616502164</id><published>2009-04-14T17:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:57:23.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some things never change</title><content type='html'>As a kid, mom always hid chocolate covered eggs for my brother, dad and I to hunt on Easter morning. These were the flat ones that were always wrapped in foil and were flavored. It never failed, I was always the last to finish, since my dad and brother got their share first. One year&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I looked and looked and looked, but never found my last egg. Part of the problem was that mom could never remember where she hid all the eggs, and the frenzy that ensued when we all started searching made it pretty hard to keep track of what egg came from what hiding spot. That last egg was never found.....until several years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When putting up the Christmas tree about 4 years later, I got the bright idea that the tree would look better without the four pictures that usually hung on the wall behind the tree. When we took one of the pictures down, what should be stuck to the wall behind the picture?? The missing egg, of course. Mom had put it on the top of the picture frame and it had slipped behind and no one ever saw it. My dad was very generous, and told me I could have it, since it was mine. Thanks dad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to 2009. My mom likes to hide Cadbury eggs for the kids. She hid them on Saturday, thinking that she would be ready whenever we had a chance to get there. We went over this afternoon after school and the kids started searching. Each had to find four. Thomas got his first, then Kathryn, but Suzanna wasn't so lucky. It was a flashback to when I was her age. She looked and looked and looked......and never found it. In mom's defense, she had a medical procedure done yesterday which required sedation. It has left her with lapses in memory, and she could not remember where she hid the last egg. The kids suggested that she make a map next year so she doesn't forget. Suzanna ended up with one of Grandpa's. He called a few minutes ago to hassle her for taking one of his eggs. She told him he was welcome to the missing one, when and if he found it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-8772513064616502164?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8772513064616502164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=8772513064616502164' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8772513064616502164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8772513064616502164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-things-never-change.html' title='Some things never change'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-1652622258973812790</id><published>2009-04-06T12:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:45:06.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some kind of birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>Today is my birthday, and it certainly hasn't gone as planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, my sister-in-law and I made plans to go workout after I dropped the kids off, then we would take my mom to Jackson for a trip to Kohl's and out for lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first clue that plans might need to be changed was when I let the dog out last night at 11pm.  There was at least 2 inches of snow on the ground and more on the way.    The next clue that this was no ordinary day came with the ringing of the telephone at 12:45.  Hubby was needed on a service call to the village sewer pumps.  The power was out and the generator wasn't running.  When he returned a couple hours later, he told me there was no way we were going to get to school at our usual time, since there was at least 4 or 5 inches of snow on the ground.  A quick listen to the local radio station at 6 am confirmed that every school in the county was closed.  BUT.....our kids go to school one county over and there were NO closings over there.  We decided to have them stay home for a couple hours to see what the roads were like once hubby got out on them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids got around and we were ready to head out the door by 9am.  Just then the phone rang with a distress call from daddy.  He needed us to bring a log chain and pull him out of his sister's front yard.  He had gone over to drive up and down her driveway to cut a path so she could get out and go to work.  It didn't go so well and he ended up stuck.  Thankfully, with good instructions, I managed to get him unstuck.  But by then it was getting late and the school day would be half over by the time we got there.  So I made a quick phone call to the school and the kids were officially on a three-day weekend.  I still managed to meet my sister-in-law and mom for lunch, but we stayed much closer to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it looks like I got two things for my birthday so far.  6.8 inches of snow and Michigan State playing in the NCAA finals tonight.  GO STATE!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-1652622258973812790?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1652622258973812790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=1652622258973812790' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1652622258973812790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1652622258973812790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/04/some-kind-of-birthday.html' title='Some kind of birthday!!!'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-655109168755510434</id><published>2009-04-03T10:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:16:03.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where do I start</title><content type='html'>This has been a typical crazy week.  We survived the Great Lakes Holstein Show.  Suzanna placed 3rd in a class of 10 in showmanship, which was great.  Especially since she ended up showing Penny.  Penny has a reputation.  She has been the obstinate heifer on the farm.  She is the one that hubby tried to catch last summer and she ran him from one end of the pasture to the other.  To say she has been difficult would be an understatement.  But, pregnancy must agree with her, since she is much more cooperative now.  She sedately walked everywhere she was led for the weekend and I told Suzanna she was the one for showmanship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, Sami, who has always been easy to work with was a BRAT!  She thought she was boss every time I had to lead her to the wash rack.  She was even worse in the show ring.  Suzanna stuck with her, despite needing some assistance from the neighbor up the road.  (thanks JW!!!!)  She acted so horrible, I began to wonder if she was bred or not.  So, since the vet needed to be out for other stuff on Tuesday, I had him recheck her.  Thankfully, the ultrasound showed a calf.  I guess being pregnant isn't such a happy time for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We settled back in to our school routine.  We are starting the countdown.  As of today, we have 6 short weeks of school left!  The twins are beginning to anticipate their birthdays, which will be in a couple weeks.  I am thinking about a garden, once spring truly arrives.  I was pleased last night to take a stroll through the yard and discover my currant bushes survived the winter.  I also had to stop and admire my pussy willow bush.  The bush started from branches I cut and rooted from my great-grandma's bush.  i remember each spring, my mom would stop by great grandma's a pick a bunch of branches to decorate each spring.  My bush has to be at least 18 years old, and was moved from our first home to our current place back 15 years ago this spring.  The bush at great grandma's was pulled out a number of years ago, but mine survives!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I finish up prep work for a Ladies Fellowship mom and I are hostessing tomorrow.  I have made six quiche, and am putting together Citrus Sherbet Tortes yet today.  Tomorrow I will mix up a Spinach and Strawberry salad with Poppy Seed dressing and bake up a couple batches of mini muffins.  Remember, I fancy myself a Martha Stewart wannabe, minus the time done in jail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-655109168755510434?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/655109168755510434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=655109168755510434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/655109168755510434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/655109168755510434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/04/where-do-i-start.html' title='Where do I start'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-7820145129829938944</id><published>2009-03-25T09:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T09:52:11.936-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to school.....</title><content type='html'>We have been on Spring Break for the last week and a half.  The kids actually had some nice weather days, which usually doesn't happen this time of year.  We stayed home, which is a vacation to us.  Not having to be on the road each morning at the crack of dawn was nice.  We still managed to go somewhere each day.  The kids hadn't had JC Penney-type pictures done for  about three years, so we got pictures taken.  We got some cleaning jobs done, went to the dentist, and Thomas got his pesky ear tube removed.  Don't worry, they had a lot of down time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We head to MSU this weekend for the Michigan Holstein Jackpot Show.  The weather will be better than last year, when it snowed about 4 inches, so we are taking the camper up.  It is easier to stay in it, rather than the Red Roof up the road.  We can eat our meals there, and the two kiddos that aren't showing cattle don't have to get up before the sun to head to the Pavilion and wash heifers.  I am flying solo tomorrow night, and will managed to clip all three heifers by myself.  That way, nobody has to miss school on Friday.  The rest of the family will join me after school Friday afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had better get packing......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-7820145129829938944?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7820145129829938944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=7820145129829938944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7820145129829938944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7820145129829938944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/03/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school.....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-8579269304479315377</id><published>2009-03-17T16:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:19:56.127-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest arrivals at the zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/ScAL1vyaOoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/NMpxrfltbKM/s1600-h/S6300718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314260578286058114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/ScAL1vyaOoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/NMpxrfltbKM/s320/S6300718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meet the newest residents up here on the hill. These are my future egg layers. We picked them up on Sunday afternoon at the main post office. It was about a half-hour drive, and hubby decided it was wise to pick them up last. I had to agree. The longer they were in the car, the louder their peeping grew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It reminded me of a ride I took many, many years ago. We lived in West Virginia for about three years when I was a kid. My brother and I had spent part of the summer with both sets of grandparents in Michigan, but it was time to head for home. My mom's folks took us home. Besides my grandparents, my great grandma and my brother, we had a few more riders for the trip. Grandma Phil was bringing a batch of young chicks to my mom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The family was cruisin' down the highway, and I would suspect all the windows were down in the car. Wouldn't you know, we had a flat tire. Did I mention that grandpa had gone to the Saturday sale in Hillsdale to get my brother and I $5 bikes???? Well, the only way to get them to West Virginia was to take them completely apart and stuff them in the trunk. Which was no big deal until the spare tire was needed. I can still see my grandpa pulling piece after piece of bike out of that truck to get to that tire. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once the tire was changed, we were back on the road. By now, the chicks were getting hungry....and noisy. Every mile they got louder until my grandpa finally told grandma to find something to feed them, because they were really getting on his nerves. She dug around in the picnic basket and discovered fig newtons. Well, those chicks just loved those newtons, and they did get quiet for a while. But then the newtons hit them and they got the "runs". Grandpa had a name for such things....he called them "Phyllis' follies". He would give her a pretty hard time about the stuff she involved him in, but he was a good sport about them most of the time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Funny the things that you never forget. I can still see that whole day in my mind, as if it had just happened.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-8579269304479315377?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8579269304479315377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=8579269304479315377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8579269304479315377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8579269304479315377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/03/latest-arrivals-at-zoo.html' title='Latest arrivals at the zoo'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/ScAL1vyaOoI/AAAAAAAAAOk/NMpxrfltbKM/s72-c/S6300718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-2993837549311859747</id><published>2009-03-14T12:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T13:28:14.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not on my corner......</title><content type='html'>That is what I am struggling with right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The state of Michigan has to have a balanced budget each year. Unlike the federal government, we can't print money when we don't have enough, so "somethin' has gotta give". The budget was released last month and it looks like the Department of Agriculture is on the chopping block to give a lot. To the tune of about 20% in cuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This gets personal, when you dig further into what programs the cuts will hit. 4-H and county fairs, two of my favorite things. But there are a lot more things that come under the banner of the Department of Ag. Food inspectors are in that department, the state veterinarians are in there, along with a ton of others. But I am not clueless, I know there is a lot of stuff in that department that could be done away with. Heck, 21 years ago this summer, I went to work for the Department of Agriculture. I was a summer intern, and made close to $10 an hour. Mind you, minimum wage was about $3.45 back then. There was waste then and I am sure it has only gotten worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on a drought tour across the state that summer, and spent two days taking pictures of the Director standing in the middle of fields of hay and corn, soybeans, sugar beets and navy beans, agreeing that it was dry. Can you say photo op and feel good moments??? You Bet!! The Director of Agriculture standing there wasn't gonna make it rain. And taking an entourage of a state car and an 18 passenger van cost money. The director and five staff members then flew by private plane late on the second day to visit the Traverse City area to observe the drought damaged orchards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes there is waste, and somethings can be cut. But nobody wants to cut their "baby". That special project that means everything to them! So who decides??? If they ask me, I am going to tell them not on my corner. And everyone else will have the same defense for their baby. I don't have any good answers, but I do know that 4-H has done a lot for many generations of my family and a lot of other families. There has to be a compromise somewhere, and hopefully it will be reached soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-2993837549311859747?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2993837549311859747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=2993837549311859747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2993837549311859747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2993837549311859747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-on-my-corner.html' title='Not on my corner......'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-253106347598322523</id><published>2009-02-24T20:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:33:12.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prediction for spring......</title><content type='html'>Many animals predict the return of spring. There's good ole' Puxatony Phil, the buzzards coming back to Hinckley, Ohio and the swallows that return to Capistrano. Around here, we rely on Breezy on the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our senior broodmare Breezy, who will be 22 this spring, is not one caught in the cold during winter. She typically puts a good, thick winter coat on, way before the rest of the animals on the farm. But, when spring starts knocking, she is the first one to start shedding it off. And this evening, when I went to visit her, I couldn't help but notice, she is just starting to shed. Oh, I know there is more winter out there, but I suspect it won't be long before it finally looses its grip on us and we will be enjoying balmy spring days. At least, I HOPE we get there soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-253106347598322523?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/253106347598322523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=253106347598322523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/253106347598322523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/253106347598322523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/02/prediction-for-spring.html' title='Prediction for spring......'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-2044681275828564078</id><published>2009-02-21T09:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T09:56:19.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening when you are asleep</title><content type='html'>Yesterday morning, the weather people were all buzzing over the potential winter storm headed our way.  When the alarm went off at 6am, I was listening with half an ear to the experts prediction of 4-6 inches of snow by Saturday night.  I got up and began to get ready for another day at the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came out of the bathroom a few minutes later, hubby informed me that Mike Flynn on the radio said 6-15 inches of snow.  WHAT????  I had just heard 4-6 inches a few minutes before.  I told myself it must have been a revised forecast and went on into the kitchen.  As hubby headed to the basement to check the wood burner, he told me he was really confused, because the TV forecast was for 4-6 inches also.  Sheepishly, he said, "I think I heard Mike Flynn give the time 6:15, rather than the number of inches we were gonna get".  That's what happens when you aren't awake when listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the great storm we were going to get.  They backed it off to 2-4 inches.  I miss the good old days when the forecasters couldn't look at 20 computer versions of what the weather is going to do.  It was a lot less "hyped" back then.  I guess everything is news nowadays.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-2044681275828564078?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2044681275828564078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=2044681275828564078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2044681275828564078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2044681275828564078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/02/listening-when-you-are-asleep.html' title='Listening when you are asleep'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-7948353288466628835</id><published>2009-02-09T20:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T20:42:43.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reprieve</title><content type='html'>If you want to call it that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas was scheduled for surgery on his ear tomorrow.  It is off for now.  He managed to be croupy yesterday and added pneumonia to the mix today.  Neither our pediatrician nor the anesthesia department were impressed with all of that, so it has been put off for 2 to 4 weeks.  I am thinking 5 weeks, since that is spring break week and he wouldn't need to miss any school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, his ear has settled down, and for the moment is pain-free.  We are praying it stays that way and his body can recover properly from the pneumonia before he needs surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all your prayers and keep on for a little longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-7948353288466628835?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7948353288466628835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=7948353288466628835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7948353288466628835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7948353288466628835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/02/reprieve.html' title='A Reprieve'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-2416456406068358106</id><published>2009-02-06T21:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T22:05:52.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Theater Room</title><content type='html'>My hubby has wired some pretty fancy houses in the past 25 years. One feature in several that he has done is a special theater room. They are typically found in the basement, and can be quite elaborate. They might include surround sound, a big screen TV, a sloped floor and special theater seats.   One guy even had a snack bar complete with a movie popcorn machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At our house, we have a huge basement, and for the most part, it is a catch-all and play area for the kids. We have joked that someday when we have extra money, we would have our very own theater room. Not likely to happen a) because with three kids, who has extra money and b) if we had extra money there are about 25 things higher on the list of what we would spend it on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, just recently, the kids installed a theater room. It isn't very big, doesn't have surround sound, but it is rather cozy. They have taken an old dining room table and card table, covered them with a big sheet. They added pillows, sleeping bags and blankets and have an old 9-inch TV/VCR combo in there to watch movies on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just love creativity????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-2416456406068358106?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2416456406068358106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=2416456406068358106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2416456406068358106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2416456406068358106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/02/theater-room.html' title='The Theater Room'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-1292499550685562010</id><published>2009-02-03T09:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:14:49.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been....</title><content type='html'>Not sure, just on the move and don't seem to have enough time to sit down and write about life.  Believe me, there is plenty of material around here.  That NEVER changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the night two weeks ago when we heard a louder than normal MOOOOO at the front door.  Hubby and I were finishing up some bookkeeping, and sent Thomas and Suzanna to investigate.  They opened the front door and "didn't see anything".  We went about our normal Saturday night routine and everybody headed to bed at 10pm.  Thomas came back out of his room almost as quick as he got in there to inform us he could see cattle where they shouldn't be.  So, everyone bundled up against the cold to get three heifers, who from the looks of the tracks around the house and barns, had been out for a while.  Thank goodness for tame 4-H heifers, as it was a quick job once Suzanna got her arms around the neck of Sami.  On went the halter and back to the pasture she went, with Penny and Bella following.  The kids spent a few minutes laying on their backs in the snow, looking up at the stars.  It was a clear, cold night and the stars were just amazing.  Not something you get to see unless you are outside in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or how about the mouse that wouldn't be flushed??  Wednesday night Suzanna called me to her room to say that Butterscotch had caught a mouse and it was still alive.  By the time I got there, the cat had moved to the bathroom.  I got a handful of tissues and took his toy away.  My first thought was dump it in the toilet and flush it.  Boy, can they fight the vortex of water!!!  The thing finally went down and I walked away.  Imagine my surprise when Suzanna said the mouse was floating dead in there when she went to the bathroom in the morning.  Amazing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep Thomas in mind for the next week.  He has to have surgery to remove an ear tube that hasn't come out on its own.  His body now thinks that there is a foreign body in it and is causing him a lot of pain.  He is anxious at the thought of surgery, since this will be the fourth time he has had to have something done with his ears.  But his bigger concern is the fact that he won't be able to eat after midnight Monday.  He is sure he will be starving. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, just a snap shot of a couple weeks at the zoo.  It is always exciting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-1292499550685562010?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1292499550685562010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=1292499550685562010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1292499550685562010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1292499550685562010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-899258392186177430</id><published>2009-01-16T09:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T09:40:35.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And now a message from Al Gore....</title><content type='html'>But I don't think he has much to say over the weather we are currently experiencing.  Pretty hard to put in a good word for global warming when it is -8 at 9:30 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The school principal called last night to say that school was on a two hour delay, and he thought it likely that they would call the whole thing off.  Sure enough, the phone rang this morning at about 7am and there would be no school.  That makes a 4-day weekend for the kids, since Monday was already a scheduled day off.  I am kinda glad to see it.  Kathryn still isn't feeling great, and Suzanna has been fighting something all week.  She hates to miss school, so had been pushing herself to keep going.  She still doesn't feel 100% today and was relieved to have the day off.  I got an appointment with Dr. H to get her checked out.  I think a long weekend with some down time will be good for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I brag about her for a second?????  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Indulge&lt;/span&gt; me okay!!!  She had a violin lesson yesterday.  She is gearing up for a Fine Arts competition through the school (like Solo and Ensemble).  Anyway, she has to play a memorized piece, no more than 5 minutes in length.  Her instructor looked through her music books, but didn't find anything he was happy with.  He turned to her and asked for a favorite hymn.  The first one that came to mind was "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Brethren&lt;/span&gt; We Have Met To Worship".  He said okay, starting on an "open D" (whatever that is) play the song.  SHE DID IT!!  With almost no wrong notes!!!!!  Wow, was her momma impressed.  Lessons are paying off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-899258392186177430?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/899258392186177430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=899258392186177430' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/899258392186177430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/899258392186177430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-now-message-from-al-gore.html' title='And now a message from Al Gore....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-2666547779407979321</id><published>2009-01-14T19:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T20:00:35.457-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things kids say....</title><content type='html'>Thomas had a bit of a stomach bug on Monday, and ended up spending the day on the couch.  Neighbor Melissa gave me a call to check in and Thomas answered the phone.  She asked him what kept him home and his reply was a true Thomasism.  He explained that he was having "stomach issues".  Must be just telling her he had been sick might have been too much information.  She got a huge chuckle out of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Kathryn was the sicko, running a fever and complaining about a sore throat.  I suspected we were dealing with strep, and got her in to see the doctor this morning.  Dr. H began asking her questions about what brought her to see him.  She explained that her throat really hurt. He then asked her how long it had been bothering her.  Her reply, "I believe it started Tuesday afternoon."  It was adorable.  You could see the smile in Dr. H's eyes as he examined her throat and confirmed that she had a very icky looking throat.  A strep test confirmed it and she is now on antibiotics for a week and is out of school until Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike and I only have ourselves to blame for the vocabulary our children use.  We never talked much "baby talk" around here, and I think we are seeing the results of our conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the kids had to get sick, I am glad it hit now rather than last week.  I was in Grand Rapids for the annual Fair Convention, and I would have found it rather impossible to be in two places at once.  I had a great time, was busy each day and picked up some really great ideas for future use.  The only bummer was the snow storm that hit back home made it impossible for my hubby to join me Saturday afternoon.  Despite the fact that I was in the snow belt part of the state, home sweet home was slammed with over 8 inches of snow.  Hubby was in combat mode all weekend, fighting the ever increasing piles of snow that were accumulating.  He spent most of Saturday morning moving snow so he could get into the hay barn and then more time to move snow to get it put away in the barn at home.  The bottom line was there was no hope for him traveling up to see me.  Oh well, there is always next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-2666547779407979321?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2666547779407979321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=2666547779407979321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2666547779407979321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2666547779407979321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-kids-say.html' title='Things kids say....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-209243509318802151</id><published>2009-01-05T10:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:03:48.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The parties are over....</title><content type='html'>it's time to get back at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a great two week break, we were back on schedule this morning.  We have had plenty of parties, including Christmas three times with various branches of the family.  Add to that a baby shower, pre-Christmas supper at the Pastor's house and a post-Christmas party with Trainer Mike and all the clients, we have had more than our share of good times and great food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that partying, comes the need to get back on track with exercise, which I have done.  In addition, I have had to remember how to cook complete meals for my family, rather than bits and fits like so much of the two weeks seemed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we head into the new year, I am looking forward to what may lie ahead.  Satan would love to have all of us feel in the depths of despair over what may come, but I know that the Lord is in control, and all that is to come is from him.  I just pray I can remember that promise when the road heads a direction I find uncomfortable or opposite of what I think is best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-209243509318802151?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/209243509318802151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=209243509318802151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/209243509318802151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/209243509318802151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2009/01/parties-are-over.html' title='The parties are over....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-6112329268018132920</id><published>2008-12-23T19:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T19:42:13.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A deep thought for the Christmas season</title><content type='html'>The kids were watching "White Christmas" tonight.  One of the songs in the movie talks about falling to sleep counting my blessings.  Suzanna said, "wow, I wouldn't know where to start".  Do we feel that way??  Or are we never satisfied enough to recognize all that God has blessed us with?  Something to spend some time considering in the midst of this busy holiday season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-6112329268018132920?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6112329268018132920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=6112329268018132920' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6112329268018132920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6112329268018132920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/deep-thought-for-christmas-season.html' title='A deep thought for the Christmas season'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-1972560004760692265</id><published>2008-12-22T08:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:32:36.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you say cold</title><content type='html'>Wow have we hit a cold spot.  Sort of blows global warming out of the water when it is -4 degrees doesn't it.  That was the lowest we saw the thermometer go last night.  Then add to it a 20 mile an hour wind and you are COLD!  Chores, which at our place aren't a lot, involved a very chilly walk to the barn.  In this kind of weather, it seems like everything you do takes so much longer to get done.  Might have something to do with all the layers of clothing you put on to ward off the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do to the blowing and drifting snow, we didn't have church services yesterday.  When your church is on the corner of two dirt roads in the middle of no where, that is a definite problem.  We hope to perform our programs next week.  It does extend Christmas just a little bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staying home gave me time to inventory where I was on Christmas presents.  I finally finished setting out my Christmas village.  The whole house is done now.  I also spent some time in my cookbooks, picking out recipes for the week of celebrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning is still cold and there is a bit of snow in the air.  It seems we have more weather coming, including snow, sleet and freezing rain in the next two days.  Could be an interesting Christmas Eve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-1972560004760692265?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1972560004760692265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=1972560004760692265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1972560004760692265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1972560004760692265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-you-say-cold.html' title='Can you say cold'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-6921385558040436154</id><published>2008-12-21T18:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T19:03:14.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decadence and disaster.....</title><content type='html'>ran arm in arm yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom, the girls and I had a candy making day yesterday.  Lots of yummy, sweet stuff was on the agenda.  But it seemed everything we tried had its share of troubles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom was in charge of marachino cherries, mounds bars and buckeyes.  I was in charge of cookie dough truffles and pecan turtles.  All were things we had done before.  The first problem hit when mom realized that she couldn't find her recipes for the mounds bars or buckeyes.  I looked up a buckeye recipe on the Internet and she found a new recipe for mounds bars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the buckeyes were a little on the dry side, but rolled with work.  The mounds bars were a total disaster.  They hardened to the point you couldn't do anything with them.  And as they cooled on the marble "grave marker" mom used for a cooling rack, they became cemented to the marble.  Yes, I said grave marker.  Mom's parents went to auctions for years and collected some rather unusual stuff.  Among them, a marble topped table that upon closer inspection several years ago, we discovered that the top had been made from a grave marker!  Nobody let anything go to waste in the old days I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to candy.  I managed to scrape the stuff up, but there was nothing that could be done to make it usable, so in the trash it went.  In the meantime, I discovered that the pecan turtles that I had made had permanently attached themselves to the waxed paper I had put them on to cool.  No where in the directions did it say you needed to spray the paper with cooking spray.  Minor detail!!  They stuck so bad that the only way to get the paper off was to wet it with water.  Well, of course chocolate and water don't mix, so the wet candies didn't dip well at all.  Another disaster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most successful project of the day was the peppermint bark that Suzanna made.  It was wonderful and compared to the really expensive stuff from Williams-Sonoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel to bad for us.  Between the buckeyes, truffles, dipped cherries and pretzels we still managed to have a huge box of candies that had to weigh about 5 pounds when we were done.  I am sure we will enjoy it all.  Decadence wins in the end!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-6921385558040436154?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6921385558040436154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=6921385558040436154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6921385558040436154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6921385558040436154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/decadence-and-disaster.html' title='Decadence and disaster.....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-4579096412642162336</id><published>2008-12-15T12:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T12:39:37.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Programs.....</title><content type='html'>I have visited several of my favorite blogs this morning which mentioned their annual Christmas programs.  I have a fond memory of Suzanna's very first Christmas program.  She was just a little over two years old and the part was simple.  The play was based on Stars at Christmas time and played out the Nativity scene in typical fashion, complete with shepherds in bathrobes and bath towels and angels in revamped sheets with garland in their hair.  The little kids, like Suzanna, were responsible for providing the starlight.  That entailed holding flashlights, and shining them toward the ceiling.  Easier said than done for a two year old.  She flashed her light in the eyes of the cast, toward the audience, into the eyes of the director and the lady playing piano.  And as far as shining the ceiling.  It was mostly in a strobe light fashion, fast and furious.  Not much like a simple star.  It was hysterical.  We laughed and laughed.  I should mention that she was not alone in her endeavor.  There were about 5 other kids about the same age doing exactly the same thing.  A true example of what looks good on paper doesn't exactly work like you hope when put into practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the home front, unlike the past couple years, where I have happily volunteered to make the costumes for the program at our church, I have nothing to stitch this year.  You would think that means I have a chance to relax and enjoy the last few days leading up to the program, right?????  Not so fast.  This year instead of sewing I am memorizing.....and singing. Yes, that would be correct.  Hubby and I are a part of the program this year.  In another weak moment, I agreed not only for myself but also on behalf of my hubby to be "older" people in the play.  Seemed like a great idea 6 weeks ago.  But now, with the days winding down quickly, and too few practices remaining, D-Day is fast approaching.  If only everybody who has a part could be healthy, all at the same time, things would go so much better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three practices remain and the jury is out on how this will all end up on Sunday.  If it is anything like years past, it all turns out fine in the end.  Oh, and don't even ask about the Choir program.  Lets just say we trimmed a few songs out of that and it should be a success. Anything beats last year when the director decided to have a heart attack the day before we were to perform.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-4579096412642162336?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4579096412642162336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=4579096412642162336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4579096412642162336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4579096412642162336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-programs.html' title='Christmas Programs.....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-3806105378071749752</id><published>2008-12-13T16:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T17:10:32.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A week in the life.....</title><content type='html'>It is never dull here at the zoo and this week is a prime example of that.  We have been extremely busy, as we are hurrying toward the Christmas holiday.  Monday was the County Agriculture (fair) Society Annual meeting.  Tuesday was our Anniversary, so we went out for dinner that night.  Wednesday was church and one of the last practices for the kids Christmas Program.  Thursday I headed for East Lansing and the Holstein Harvest Sale.  I am a part of the Holstein show committee and we were auctioning a holiday picture as a fund raiser.  Friday brought the AI man out to breed Sami.   Last night we got our Christmas tree and had our company Christmas party.  Whew!!!!! Are you exhausted yet?????  Oh, but we aren't done yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I put together a pot of soup for a church function tonight, Suzanna made a cake for the event as well, and Kathryn made Rolo Turtles for a treat too.  Mike has been refilling the hay in the barn, since we were running low.  He also got the Christmas tree in the house so I can start getting the lights on it.  In the midst of the afternoon, we headed to Jackson for Suzanna's violin recital.  On our way out the door, I looked behind me in time to see the tree go crashing to the ground.  Of course, my efficient hubby had the kids get water to it as soon as it got in the house.  So all that water ended up on my living room floor.  We quickly propped it up with a step ladder and walked away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanna did a great job with her song.  After that we were off and running again, headed back home to do chores, deal with the tree and get to church for a special program.  Our our way home, we noticed that it was raining and 32 degrees out.  Well, you know what that means...freezing rain.  It was starting to stick, so despite the fact that it seems okay toward church (about 20 minutes from home), we decided to stay put for the evening rather than risk bad roads later tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we came in the door, I observed that at least half Suzanna's cake had been eaten.  Emma was no where to be found, so we knew who the guilty party was.  Just as well we aren't going tonight, since our dessert was tainted with dog spit!!  The soup will be good.....and maybe the tree will get decorated too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-3806105378071749752?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3806105378071749752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=3806105378071749752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/3806105378071749752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/3806105378071749752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/week-in-life.html' title='A week in the life.....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-1347615967833329100</id><published>2008-12-09T16:32:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:45:58.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flashback picture on a Tuesday......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/ST7mxBI71iI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OO7iYrWcaLQ/s1600-h/2008-12-09-1628-47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277909543118689826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/ST7mxBI71iI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OO7iYrWcaLQ/s320/2008-12-09-1628-47.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Let's head back just 19 short years to the evening of December 9, 1989. That would be when these two kids tied the knot. It was a beautiful, chilly winter night. Everything was Christmasy (is that a word?) and we had such a special night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All these years later, we are still best friends. We have grown closer to the Lord and closer to each other. We have the same goals and ideas for our kids and our own lives. I feel blessed to call him my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &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/2208748508220499961-1347615967833329100?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1347615967833329100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=1347615967833329100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1347615967833329100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1347615967833329100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/flashback-picture-on-tuesday.html' title='Flashback picture on a Tuesday......'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/ST7mxBI71iI/AAAAAAAAAOc/OO7iYrWcaLQ/s72-c/2008-12-09-1628-47.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-67767589106000613</id><published>2008-12-03T21:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T22:24:47.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The flu has been flying</title><content type='html'>Monday started like any other day at the zoo. The kids headed off to school, roads weren't great, but we got there in one piece. I headed off to Hillsdale to put my hour of cardio in at Anytime Fitness. I don't take my cell phone in with me. Don't figure I want to huff and puff in the ear of whoever calls me while I am on the elliptical or the treadmill. As I checked my phone when I got back to the car, I discovered that there was a message from the school. It seemed Thomas had a bout of stomach flu and needed to come home. Since the roads were still yucky and more snow was falling, I asked that all three kids be ready to head for home when I got to the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked them up and chatted with Thomas and Kathryn's teacher for a couple minutes after sending the kids to the car. When I got in the car, Suzanna was having a fit with Thomas. It seemed he was in the car, eating his ham sandwich. I suggested he put it away for later. He insisted that he was starving. He ate his applesauce and then polished off a granola bar. Suzanna started complaining that he wasn't acting very sick and she didn't see why she had to miss the school day! She has such a way with words!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning, Thomas still wasn't himself, and Kathryn was a lovely shade of green. I kept them both home and they seemed to feel better by later in the day. Off to school they all went this morning. My plan was to head to Anytime Fitness for a workout. Not to be, as my cell phone rang as I pulled into our driveway. Thomas was again complaining about his stomach. Back to the school I headed to collect him and I took Kathryn home as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They both seem back to normal tonight...so I may be back on a regular schedule. Time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-67767589106000613?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/67767589106000613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=67767589106000613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/67767589106000613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/67767589106000613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/flu-has-been-flying.html' title='The flu has been flying'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-5514307512101822481</id><published>2008-12-01T14:31:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T14:57:05.979-05:00</updated><title type='text'>International Talkers</title><content type='html'>Anyone who knows me, knows that talking is never an issue with me. But I must say, talking internationally is very different from my chats at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I purchased a new computer program and settled in Tuesday morning to load it and get to work. Imagine my impatience when the error message came up!! And came up and came up. I couldn't get it to load. So I broke down and called their support line. The voice at the other end was deeply accented and I had to strain to follow exactly what she was saying. She gave me a suggestion and I was back on my own. Only to get very discouraged and had to break down and call support a second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course a different, but equally impossible to understand person said hello on the other end of the line. She insisted that I needed to pay for support in order to continue and becoming more desperate by the moment, I agreed to pay and let her take over the controls of my computer. Occasionally, I would make a comment about what she was doing, which typically fell on deaf ears. I don't think she got my humor. Finally, she told me she would let the program do its thing for the next half hour and call me back to continue my support session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shock to me, the half hour came and went with no return phone call. I called the 800 number and yet again was greeted by a person who had a very thick accent. "His name was RICO"....anybody remember Copacabana by Barry Manilow???? I couldn't help singing that old 80s tune to myself as I once again described my problem and allowed yet another technician to take over my computer. After another HOUR on the phone, he hadn't solved anything and it was time to get the kids from school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once back from getting the kids, I steeled myself to call that 800 number and for a FOURTH time was greeted by a strange voice at the other end of the line. This accent was so hard to understand, I am not sure what I agreed to. They maybe coming to take possession of two horses and a few guinea hens for all I know. I did understand enough to agree to once more let her take control of the computer. I, in the meantime, cruised around the house with my hands free headphones, fixing supper, folding laundry, occasionally checking the computer screen to see what the unknown hands at the other end were doing and even eating my supper later on. Yes, I was on the phone for another THREE hours.......and you guessed it, the program still wasn't running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I had a permanent sore ear, and had lost all hope that this program could ever be run. The voice at the other end suggested I call back in the morning and let them work on it some more, but she didn't even sound convinced that anything could be done. I said "no way", when she asked if I would mind taking a short survey on the service she had provided that day. I didn't think she would appreciate the less than glowing grades she would have received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gratefully, my brilliant father determined he could set up a spread sheet to do the same thing I was trying to do with this wonderful new program. I took him up on his offer. He speaks English, and in complete, coherent sentences, which was a welcome change from what I had gone through for over 5 hours that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and they did something bad to my computer, and I could no longer get on-line. So guess what I got to do today????? Spend another hour and a half with Dell customer service to fix that problem. He was from India......and didn't get my joke about how much snow he was looking at out his window. Me? about 4 inches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-5514307512101822481?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5514307512101822481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=5514307512101822481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/5514307512101822481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/5514307512101822481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/12/international-talkers.html' title='International Talkers'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-3451434992869027617</id><published>2008-11-20T20:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:35:08.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not ready for the main road just yet</title><content type='html'>Kathryn came in from doing chores last night with deep concerns. She had nearly hit a fence with the Steiner lawn tractor. For a long time now, her brother and sister have fussed over the fact that she was the only one in the family that didn't know how to drive the thing. She, on the other hand, was quite happy to walk. So, recently, I notice the tractor going down the driveway, swerving from one side to the other. I thought to myself that I needed to get after Thomas for goofing off while driving the thing. Much to my surprise, when the driver stepped off, it was Kathryn. It seemed Thomas had finally convinced her it was time and wouldn't take no for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly, she had been doing better and according to Thomas, she could do it alone. Well, last night she was less than thrilled. She had been trying to slide the knobby thingy from "rabbit to turtle" (those were her exact words) when she ended up going off the driveway and toward the fence. Thomas says she stopped in plenty of time, but that doesn't mean he will get her back on the tractor anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she takes a page from my book, she won't be driving any tractors until she has been married for 12 years or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Daddy and Thomas haven't gotten a deer yet. There are plans in the works to stake out a spot in the woods this weekend. Updates when available.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-3451434992869027617?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3451434992869027617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=3451434992869027617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/3451434992869027617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/3451434992869027617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-ready-for-main-road-just-yet.html' title='Not ready for the main road just yet'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-838945632180701469</id><published>2008-11-16T21:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:16:46.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who gets the blessing?</title><content type='html'>Sunday night our family joined a number of other families from our church in a opportunity for service. We visited four ladies who are now residing in long term care homes and are no longer able to worship at our church on a regular basis. This was the third time we had done this, and each time it seems more special it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At two of the homes, we were able to sing to more than just the lady from our church.  At one location in particular, there is a dear man who each time we have been there has requested "In The Garden".  He and my mom sang it together as a duet this time.  A very sweet moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These folks are so draw to the kids.  I suspect many of them don't get many chances to see kids, and ours are a treat for them.  I am grateful that our kids are learning at such a young age to be comfortable around older people.  To have the opportunity to serve is special for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who gets the blessing????  I know the idea is to give these ladies a little break from what must seem like long, and sometimes lonely days.  But to be honest, I think I am getting more from it than them.  This takes me out of my comfortable pew on a Sunday night and opens my heart to the needs of others.  That is a wonderful thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-838945632180701469?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/838945632180701469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=838945632180701469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/838945632180701469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/838945632180701469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/who-gets-blessing.html' title='Who gets the blessing?'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-8681239868457239332</id><published>2008-11-15T09:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T09:55:49.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You can hear the sun rise......</title><content type='html'>Well, not exactly, and especially not this morning. What on earth am I talking about???? It is opening day for all the deer hunters across Michigan. It has been a long standing joke that on opening morning, you can "hear" the sun rise, as hunters bag a big buck. Unfortunately it has been raining all morning, so there was no sun to see or hear rise, and the deer are few and far between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has joined the ranks of deer hunters. In all the years I have been married to him, dear husband has gone hunting once. That was before Suzanna was born, and after a contractor we did a lot of work for twisted his arm to join them. Suzanna is 12, so you can see how long ago that was!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter Thomas. His best friend and buddy from church, Jacob, is from a hunting family and this fall, he took the Hunter Safety class in anticipation of being old enough to hunt. In addition, a girl from our church and cousin to Jacob took it as well. Thomas was pretty concerned they were getting ahead of him, so just two weeks ago, he and his daddy took the two-day course and passed "with flying colors".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the encouragement from Uncle Rick, our neighbor and relative by marriage, my guys were up before the rooster to get to the woods. Despite the fact that Thomas isn't old enough to hunt deer yet, he still wanted to see what it was all about. Of course, knowing what the weather was going to be like, hubby whipped together a shelter, so that they aren't sitting out in the elements. I received a call from hubby a little while ago, and Thomas was thrilled to have seen three does. They were playing in the field about 50 feet from the shelter and had no clue the guys were there. Of course, they weren't interested in taking a doe. It's all about the big buck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my own concerns about this deer hunting thing. I have only had venison a couple times and I wasn't impressed. Several friends from church are old hands at cooking with it and promise to coach me if my hubby manages to get the "illusive" buck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will keep you posted!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-8681239868457239332?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8681239868457239332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=8681239868457239332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8681239868457239332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8681239868457239332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-can-hear-sun-rise.html' title='You can hear the sun rise......'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-5916017468995965701</id><published>2008-11-13T11:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T11:19:19.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding</title><content type='html'>I haven't mentioned it, but I have had the opportunity to ride my horse for the past month. As a kid, my parents had Morgans, and I had a fun gelding to ride. Riding was nearly a daily occurrence if the weather was nice. I had a friend just up the road who also had a horse and we had a great time together. Some of the stuff we did with our horses, my mother would have had an absolute fit over....but nobody broke any bones, and if we did fall off, we just got right back on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I moved on to college and then got married, horses just didn't fit in. I sold my gelding the summer before I got married and used the money to buy my wedding dress. Priorities, don't ya know!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 1998, hubby and I bought a broodmare, and thus began Knolltop Morgans. Breeding was fun and having new foals was a great experience for all of us, especially for the kids. With so many other priorities, riding was never very high on the list of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that changed when Storm got back from Nationals. Despite the fact that I may have ridden 10 times in the past 20 years, Trainer Mike said there was no reason I shouldn't be enjoying my own horse. He didn't have to ask twice and soon I headed to the barn and took my first ride on horse that I brought into the world! What fun it was! And believe me, she was very forgiving, considering it had been a lot of years since I spent any time on the back of a horse. Since that first ride, I have been faithfully riding twice a week. I am no longer so sore I can hardly move, and actually look forward to my time in the saddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still marketing her, but on the off chance she doesn't sell within the next few weeks, she will come home for the winter. If that happens, I suspect I will spend some time in the saddle this winter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really special to have the opportunity to ride an animal raised from birth on our farm. And big compliments go to Trainer Mike for getting a three-year old mare steady and safe enough for me to enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-5916017468995965701?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5916017468995965701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=5916017468995965701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/5916017468995965701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/5916017468995965701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/riding.html' title='Riding'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-6934486583865861145</id><published>2008-11-06T07:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T07:32:59.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sure didn't take long.....</title><content type='html'>to throw Sarah Palin under McCain 's campaign bus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't very happy with the results of the election, and stayed away from the TV news networks through most of the day, since it isn't a happy, happy, joy moment for me.  So last evening I sat down to watch a little on the Fox News network.  Now they are accused of being biased all the time toward Republicans by everybody else.  Trust me, they weren't last night.  To my disappointment, Bill O'Reilly had a correspondent reporting all the juicy details from "McCain campaign aides" who could finally tell all about the real Sarah Palin.  She really was dumb, a clothes horse, a hick and a redneck (I am paraphrasing here). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there is talk about her running in 2012, which seems like a lifetime away right now.  My advice to her, FORGET IT!!!  Do you really want to subject yourself to the wonderful, supportive press we have in this country?  And I am disappointed that the same John McCain, who tells us all to get along and support the new President, doesn't have a greater respect for the LADY he pulled from a quiet existence in Alaska to the national spotlight.  I think he owes her more than a kick in the behind less than 24 hours after it is all over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do know one thing, the liberals are getting just what they hope for.  If you beat up enough good people when they attempt to run for major office, the good ones will quit running and you can get more of your liberal ideas through the system without much resistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as far as Sarah Palin, I can't help thinking that the only thing she really is guilty of is actually trusting that her ideas would be appreciated enough to be Vice President.  Oh, and Senator McCain????  If you had been as strong a conservative as Sarah Palin, you might just have won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-6934486583865861145?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6934486583865861145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=6934486583865861145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6934486583865861145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6934486583865861145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/sure-didnt-take-long.html' title='Sure didn&apos;t take long.....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-3808096789384683754</id><published>2008-11-04T09:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:40:35.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Exercising my right....</title><content type='html'>FINALLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The talk is over (well, sorta) and the day has arrived.  We can finally go to the polls and enjoy an amazing right we have in America.  We can vote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a political junkie for over 20 years.  My family taught us early on that we had a responsibility to have a role in who was leading our country as well as our state.  In high school and on through college, I worked for a gentleman who was well connected in the National political world.  You couldn't help but be mindful of politics when he was around.  I started college at Michigan State in the fall of 1984.  There was a booth where you could register to vote right in the room we registered for classes.  I was SO excited that I was old enough to vote for the first time.  I remember Geraldine Ferraro was on campus that fall and went to the rally with a bunch of girls from my dorm, where we proudly chanted "REGAN-BUSH" during her speech!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanna was born in the fall of 1996, and hubby and I took her with us to vote that November, tucked in her car seat.  We have continued the tradition of having the kids go with us and will do it again this evening.  Hopefully through our example and conversations around home, our kids will grow up appreciating their right to vote. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't forget to exercise today.....the right to vote is a privilege men and women have willingly died for.  And also remember that no matter what the outcome....God is in control!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-3808096789384683754?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3808096789384683754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=3808096789384683754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/3808096789384683754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/3808096789384683754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/exercising-my-right.html' title='Exercising my right....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-3239156719535195751</id><published>2008-11-01T08:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:52:43.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or treat, country style</title><content type='html'>We took the kids out to trick or treat last night and had a great time. Unlike many people, we don't go door to door in our neighboring town. When I was a kid, we never did and I have carried that on with my kids. Instead, we all pile in the car, and with daddy at the wheel, I give him the route for about 6 houses of relatives and neighbors that we do stop in at. This year, Terry and Cindy, my brother and sister-in-law wanted to join us, along with Sapphire, their collie. Mind you, my car seats 7, so the dog had to ride behind the back seat in the cargo area. I think she was mildly insulted, since she is an "only child" she normally ranks much higher in the pecking order of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So off we went with Zorro, Little Bo Peep and Felicity (American Girl character). At each stop, we all have to pile out of the car, go to the door, get treats, chat about life and then pile back into the car. At our third stop, we hit two houses in one. Grandma Stanna was finishing up on some yard work, so we quickly got our treats and she got back to work. We also caught the neighbor Harts coming from the barn. Neighbor Melissa had to fill me in on her great news....and we talked.....and talked.....'til my ride went rolling down the driveway and threatened to head out to the next stop. See that is the fun part of country style trick or treating. We get to catch up on the latest news, since all the houses we go to are people we know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to my aunt and uncle's place. Now Aunt Stub (her real name is Naomi) makes sure there are treats for the big kids, and this year was no exception. She had a huge box of doughnuts and fresh cider from Gleis for everybody. Now they hadn't seen my brother in about 4 years, so there was a lot of catching up to do. That stop lasted about 45 minutes!! Between that stop and Grandpa Bob's, we called in a pizza order to the local pizza joint. We made two more stops, grabbed the pizza and headed to my parents for supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great fun was had by all, and the kids came home with bags full of candy. One more thing I figured out about trick or treating, country style......you get more candy per stop than the in town style......so your kids still end up on a sugar high on the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-3239156719535195751?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3239156719535195751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=3239156719535195751' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/3239156719535195751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/3239156719535195751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/11/trick-or-treat-country-style.html' title='Trick or treat, country style'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-7152062047256743382</id><published>2008-10-20T16:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T21:04:55.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom I would like to be ZERO for Halloween....</title><content type='html'>That was a request from Thomas this weekend. Of course, my face was a picture of confusion, as I had no idea what he was talking about. I asked him who he meant. And he further explained he wanted to be the guy dressed in black, with the sword. Oh, I said, "you mean ZORO!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my boy.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-7152062047256743382?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7152062047256743382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=7152062047256743382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7152062047256743382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7152062047256743382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/10/mom-i-would-like-to-be-zero-for.html' title='Mom I would like to be ZERO for Halloween....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-9013968609453646043</id><published>2008-10-13T13:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T12:03:05.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Honey, can you come to the corner of .....</title><content type='html'>That phone call changed my whole morning. The kids have the day off and I had been moving at my own pace. Checking out all my favorite blogs while enjoying a second cup of coffee that was in a mug rather than a travel cup. That's when the phone rang and the voice at the other end required my assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truck claimed that it had 10 miles 'til empty, but when he came around the corner it burped. Well, he might have said chugged, but I like the word burped better. Anyway, not wishing for major issues with the diesel engine, (something about junk in the filter), he shut it down, rolled to the side of the road and waited for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, there is more to rescuing a stranded hubby than just bringing him home. We had to go to the gas station and get a can of fuel for the disabled vehicle. And since he was there, and the truck we were in was a little low on fuel, he filled that up as well. And he didn't get just one can of fuel but rather FIVE. Back to the truck we went, where he proceeded to put all FIVE cans of fuel in. (Why go back to the station again, just get it done on the side of the road!!) Of course what happens to a person who has had two cups of coffee??? She needs to use the facilities. And believe me a corn field was not on my map, so the last few minutes of waiting was spent doing a jig on the side of the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home safe and sound, I thought my assistance was no longer needed. Not so fast, it seemed he could use my help getting the lift loaded on a trailer. I didn't figure it would involve much more than guiding a little to hitch up. Ha!!!! He needed to use a come-along to get the thing on the trailer. He was nice enough to offer me the option of driving the lift up the ramp or work the come-along. I picked run the come-along. I was fine until the lift started going off the ramps and seemed about to fall off. Hubby decided to change plans and backed up to a ditch and it went on much easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got back to the house three hours later, totally off schedule and not sure what to do first. Guess I will head up to the storage building and get another coat of paint on the front.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-9013968609453646043?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/9013968609453646043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=9013968609453646043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/9013968609453646043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/9013968609453646043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/10/honey-can-you-come-to-corner-of-hoxie.html' title='Honey, can you come to the corner of .....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-4580725160138896132</id><published>2008-10-07T09:13:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T10:33:00.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand National Wrap-up</title><content type='html'>Wrap up for me anyway. The show continues through Saturday, but I headed back home to the real world last evening. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254414947243867778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/SOtujjD5PoI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Kc3pzU074iA/s320/Storm+Oklahoma+Walking.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/SOtx2uYKKwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3orKyuQdzbE/s1600-h/Storm+at+Okla+lineup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254418575234050818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/SOtx2uYKKwI/AAAAAAAAAKM/3orKyuQdzbE/s320/Storm+at+Okla+lineup.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Storm looked beautiful. She really had no problems in the ring. Her rail work was impeccable. Her required "back four steps" wasn't so pretty and she came out of the ring seventh in a class of 14. My initial reaction was total disappointment. I was pretty bummed. There were tears, phone calls home and then a pep talk from my trainer. Trainer Mike reminded me why the mare was there. It was to sell her. Proof of this was the couple that came to our stalls within an hour of her class, wanting to talk to Trainer Mike about her. They are coming back this afternoon to see her work and possibly ride her. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were busy all afternoon with classes. Then it was time to bid farewell to Oklahoma. I headed to the airport and winged my way back to Michigan. I have decided that flying isn't so awful. Especially when you are in a Dramamine induced stupor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My own pillow felt pretty good last night and this morning I am back in the swing of my family. I have a house that needs cleaned.....and of course a few classes at Nationals to watch via the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures I wanted to share:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254403844115405842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/SOtkdQryHBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/8wt3uDGHMyE/s320/S6300640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;These are four the many stall set-ups. They are truly a home away from home. There are couches, coffee tables and TV hookups with video feed from the show rings. All the comforts of home in the middle of a horse barn. Ours was a little less fancy, but still more than we would do for a regular show.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/SOtwh7Xl5oI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XcIMtrkTr_I/s1600-h/S6300639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254417118432454274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/SOtwh7Xl5oI/AAAAAAAAAJs/XcIMtrkTr_I/s320/S6300639.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/SOtw1ppMAuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-KcifSnsBd0/s1600-h/S6300641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254417457271800546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/SOtw1ppMAuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/-KcifSnsBd0/s320/S6300641.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt; Of course, I forgot to take  a picture of it, but trust me it looked pretty nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254417986686191810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/SOtxUd3aiMI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/5fLS4RsL1jg/s320/S6300638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/2208748508220499961-4580725160138896132?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4580725160138896132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=4580725160138896132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4580725160138896132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4580725160138896132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/10/grand-national-wrap-up.html' title='Grand National Wrap-up'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/SOtujjD5PoI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Kc3pzU074iA/s72-c/Storm+Oklahoma+Walking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-327683227691863857</id><published>2008-10-06T08:20:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T08:31:18.208-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A view from the ingate</title><content type='html'>Hello from Oklahoma City. I am anxiously waiting 9am when the show gets started. Storm goes in the second class of the morning and then I can relax and enjoy my last day here. I have had the chance to see her work a couple times and she has improved each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike Wahl Performance Horses has had a great show so far. One of Mike's students was Reserve Grand National Champion in 14-17 Showmanship, with another student in 3rd place in the 10-13 year old Showmanship class. Yesterday, a rider won her 11 year old western pleasure class and Mike's awesome gelding Lance was second in a huge, 22 horse western pleasure class.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture I took last night looking down the ramp into the coliseum. There are actually 3 rings going most of the time. This is the ring Storm will be showing in this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254016708554405922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/SOoEXAVaOCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PJqEZtVzvkY/s320/S6300632.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to really get a sense of how big this ring is from the picture.  Notice the banners hanging from the rafters.  Each one lists a former champion, the class they won and the year they received it.  Pretty impressive to a person who spends hours pouring over the morgan magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More stories and pictures when I get home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-327683227691863857?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/327683227691863857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=327683227691863857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/327683227691863857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/327683227691863857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/10/view-from-ingate.html' title='A view from the ingate'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/SOoEXAVaOCI/AAAAAAAAAIk/PJqEZtVzvkY/s72-c/S6300632.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-3902312502184447530</id><published>2008-10-04T09:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:09:20.884-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oklahoma......</title><content type='html'>Where the wind comes sweeping down the plain.  You know the song.  I am headed to Oklahoma in just a few short hours.  Not sure if the wind sweeps through the streets in Oklahoma City, or if I will have much time to notice anyway.  The Grand National and World Championship Morgan Horse Show starts today and I am going to watch our three-year old mare go in the Western Pleasure mares class on Monday.  Neat bit of trivia.  The first Grand National was held at the Detroit state fairgrounds in 1973, and my parents went to it.  So here I am 35 years later going to my first Grand National.  Of course, it would be much easier if it were still held in Detroit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I get through the plane ride, I will be ready to enjoy myself.  I have only flown twice in my life, and the last time was in 1991.  Unlike my dad, the world traveler, I have no experience and am a bit apprehensive about the whole thing.  It doesn't help that I have an issue with motion sickness.  So I will hit the Dramamine and hope for the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I will be able to update my blog at some point over the weekend, but don't guarantee anything.  I will be back Monday night, so it is a very quick trip.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-3902312502184447530?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3902312502184447530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=3902312502184447530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/3902312502184447530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/3902312502184447530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/10/oklahoma.html' title='Oklahoma......'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-8463372853363309940</id><published>2008-10-02T10:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:30:19.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Normal feels good</title><content type='html'>As the week has progressed, life is feeling more normal each day.  Laundry is caught up, thanks to spending a couple hours in the laundromat on Monday morning.  That was a huge load off my mind.  I managed to take care of nine loads, which would have taken all week, if I had tried to finish it at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School days are typical now too.  That helps the kids get back on a schedule as well.  We also are back into music lessons.  We still need to get back into the habit of practicing.  That will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing is that we are sitting down as a family each night for a real supper.  Summer gets crazy with late meals that aren't always the most balanced.  Now I have time to plan a menu and figure on a time to get it on the table.  Our supper table is a important place to gather each night.  As a kid, I remember discussions of how our days went, what was coming up and what concerned my parents and my brother.  I want that same routine for my kids.  A place where anything can be discussed and that our ears are always open to what interests our kids.  Yes, normal is feeling really good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-8463372853363309940?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8463372853363309940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=8463372853363309940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8463372853363309940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8463372853363309940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/10/normal-feels-good.html' title='Normal feels good'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-4258777985084983452</id><published>2008-10-01T09:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:54:27.015-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom, What's an inmate????</title><content type='html'>That question came from Thomas early in fair week. I explained that an inmate was a person who had done something wrong and were spending time in jail. The reason behind the question was that he had seen a group of men around the fairgrounds cleaning and hauling trash. They wore bright orange shirts with the words "inmate labor" printed on the front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day or so later, he asked me "how much money does an inmate get for working here". I told him I didn't think they got paid. I explained that part of their punishment was that they worked for little, if any money. Being a kid who spends his allowance before he gets it, I could tell that that fact didn't sit real well with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, on our way to school, we had to wait for a flock of turkeys to get out of the road. He jokingly said, "boy, if I had a machine gun, I could have got them all". My reply was, "shooting turkeys with a machine gun will get you a shirt with the word INMATE on the back of it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-4258777985084983452?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4258777985084983452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=4258777985084983452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4258777985084983452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4258777985084983452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/10/mom-whats-inmate.html' title='Mom, What&apos;s an inmate????'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-3754878076930779543</id><published>2008-09-30T19:42:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:09:36.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardly know where to start.....</title><content type='html'>I have been AWOL for so long, I don't quite know where to begin. Needless to say, getting everyone and everything to the county fair consumed me and left nothing creative in my brain to write here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair is a tradition. I have always enjoyed the week, no matter how exhausting it may be and this year was no exception. Long days and short nights are a guarantee. But so is the fact that you will see many people that you only see once a year. One of my lifetime friends and I started our friendship at the fair and still reminisce each year about the fun we had.......GASP.....25 years ago. (It can't be that many years!!!!!) I chuckle at the number of "kids" I showed with that are now there doing it with their kids. It is also neat to think that my kids are fifth generation 4-Her's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was spent at the rabbit show. Suzanna was thrilled to receive Best of Breed with a Holland Lop doe. She also showed a market rabbit, and had two rabbits in the open show that placed as well. Kathryn and Thomas did rabbit showmanship and each received a medal to prove they made it through. Thomas gets the award for honesty. He sat his bunny down on the table and it immediately scurried across the table. He looked at the judge with a big grin and said, "I haven't been practicing much". Give him credit for trying! How that judge kept a straight face, I have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday Suzanna had the chance to play her violin at the Women's Congress program. This is a unique program put on by an organization that has been around for over 100 years. It is believed to be the only Women's Congress in Michigan still doing a program. It originated back in the day when a proper Victorian lady would never been seen at the horse races. So while the men went to the races, the ladies were entertained by musicians and speakers during each afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was the 4-H dairy show and Suzanna had a good day with some really good placings, especially in showmanship. She enjoyed showing Fancy one more time. That cow is a natural show cow, and really likes to be at the shows. Thomas and Kathryn were busy as well that day. They got to play tour guides for their class, which took a field trip to see the exhibits at the fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was another day of showing cows and was also Kathryn's day to shine. She and Emma went at it in the dog show and were a great team. Emma managed to stay for her long sit, which was the first time in three years at the show. She broke her long down, as she had a itch that had to be dealt with.....there is always next year!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was our fun day. The kids wait all week for the chance to ride the carnival rides. We met up with another family from church and divided up the kids based on the rides they wanted to take on. Three hours later, they had conquered them all. Then it was on to some junk food and the tractor pulls. Thomas watched them all with my brother and his wife, while the girls each had had enough before the end came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday came and I really began to recognize how tired I was. Words no longer came out right, and I was feeling pretty punchy. Still, I managed to make it through the day and on to the depressing part of the fair. The fact that it was over. It is amazing how quickly things begin to be taken apart. Rides were half way down by midnight and by the next morning, were it not for the trash, you would hardly know they had ever been there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once again we survived the week. With great placings, lessons learned and pointers for next year, if we remember. And before we know it, fair time will be here again. But for now, I am still playing catch-up on those lost hours of sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-3754878076930779543?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/3754878076930779543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=3754878076930779543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/3754878076930779543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/3754878076930779543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/09/hardly-know-where-to-start.html' title='Hardly know where to start.....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-8917572724173179228</id><published>2008-09-09T22:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:44:09.227-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thomas Adventure</title><content type='html'>Haven't shared a Thomasism in awhile. This is more an adventure, but a hoot just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanna has been going to the neighbors to work with Fancy. Now that Fancy is a cow, there are some changes in the way she needs to be shown and with only two weeks until the fair, she needs to get it mastered soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas begged to go down with us. He claimed it was to see the new Jersey cows they just introduced to their herd. But we all know better than that. His buddy Jake lives there, and Thomas was hoping for a few minutes of "farming" with Jake. Farming with Jake involves toy tractors and a vast front yard that becomes acres of farm land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake was in the barn working with his 4-H heifers, so Thomas provided support services for the project. As Jake finished up with one, Thomas asked if he could help Jake catch Lucy. Sure, go ahead was my reply. A few minutes later, I looked across the barnyard and spotted my son in the middle of a muddy mess holding one of his shoes high above his head. It seems that "catching Lucy" involved crossing the muckiest spot in the pasture, and while Jake made it safely across, Thomas lost a tennis shoe in the middle of the mess and by reaching in about up to his elbows was able to retrieve the lost shoe!!! The moment I spotted him was his victory dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called him back to the barn and as he came in, coated with stinky muck, he explained to Mr. Hart and JW that he had lost his balance. Oh, I'll say he did. I sprayed him off outside the milk house and he took the opportunity to further explain his predicament. He claims that none of this would have happened if he had had tie up shoes on rather than the slip-on style. Jake had made it because his shoes tied on and didn't get pulled off by the gooey mess they were walking through. Once I got a couple layers of muck off, and stopped laughing long enough to talk, I sent him down the road. No way that mess was getting in my car. Just one more adventure down the road of life with Thomas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and by the way, he gave the Jersey's about 2 seconds of his time. Just proves that was all a ploy to see his buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-8917572724173179228?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8917572724173179228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=8917572724173179228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8917572724173179228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8917572724173179228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/09/thomas-adventure.html' title='Thomas Adventure'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-9051044475132027453</id><published>2008-09-06T16:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:20:17.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Aldi Embarrassment</title><content type='html'>I had to buy groceries yesterday. It seems my family likes to eat. I have driven by the Aldi store in Adrian a number of times and yesterday decided to give it a try. I put my quarter in the slot to get my shopping cart and off I went up and down the isles picking up bargains right and left. There were a number of things that were good deals and I was feeling really successful. That was until I got ready to pay for all my bargains. The clerk ran my purchases across the scanner and gave me the total. A little over $60 for a basket full of goodies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.......embarrassment. As I began to fill out my check, the clerk spoke up with shock in her voice and said, "You aren't going to write a check are you???" I told her I was and she informed me that they don't take checks and that not taking checks is what keeps their prices down. I offered a credit card, pretty much knowing what her answer would be. And I was right, that wouldn't work either. The only thing they would take was cold, hard cash. Oh, NO!!!! I didn't have any cash! She offered to take a debit card, I don't have one of those either. She then offered to suspend the transaction so that I could go to my bank and get some cash. That wouldn't work either. I bank 20 miles from Adrian. My only option was to say, "sorry" and slink out of the store, hoping that nobody knew me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you ever want to shop at Aldi's, make sure you take cash.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-9051044475132027453?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/9051044475132027453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=9051044475132027453' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/9051044475132027453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/9051044475132027453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/09/aldi-embarrassment.html' title='Aldi Embarrassment'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-7671833938757098581</id><published>2008-09-01T10:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T10:44:47.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The last days of summer</title><content type='html'>It may feel like summer, as far as the temperature goes, but according to our schedule it is over. We are spending our last morning camping at the KOA we spent some time at earlier this month. The weather couldn't have been nicer. We spent yesterday afternoon at Lake Michigan, enjoying the sun and the surf. Not much to the surf, as it was quiet enough you could see the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening we went into St. Joseph and enjoyed two concerts by their city band. The first was traditional band music with marches and orchestra stuff. Then they switched up and did "Big Band" music. We have tried to expose our kids to different styles of music and big band has caught their fancy. The band did a great job and the music was followed up by fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today we pack it all up and head back to the hill. Tomorrow it will be normal programming all the way. September will be a blur, with two horses heading to Futurity in a couple weeks and our county fair just a week later. Hang on for a fast ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-7671833938757098581?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7671833938757098581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=7671833938757098581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7671833938757098581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7671833938757098581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-days-of-summer.html' title='The last days of summer'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-925456361402498564</id><published>2008-08-29T08:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:58:39.318-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad day on the hill</title><content type='html'>We have had a tough lesson in life this morning at the farm. Fancy delivered her calf last night. The long wait is over and the outcome wasn't what we wanted. It was a heifer, but she was dead. Nature teaches us an awful lot, but sometimes the lessons are a lot harder to take. The good in the whole situation is that Fancy is okay, and will head up to the neighbors shortly to begin her life as a milk cow. The rest of us will try to have a good weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-925456361402498564?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/925456361402498564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=925456361402498564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/925456361402498564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/925456361402498564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/08/sad-day-on-hill.html' title='Sad day on the hill'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-1208019864042887783</id><published>2008-08-27T16:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:13:54.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Forgot to post this back to school picture from last Thursday.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a cute crew.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239308700461370274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/SLXDgQedC6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/LIRQasJRr78/s320/First+day+of+school+2008+003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-1208019864042887783?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1208019864042887783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=1208019864042887783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1208019864042887783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1208019864042887783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/08/cute-kids.html' title='Cute Kids'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/SLXDgQedC6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/LIRQasJRr78/s72-c/First+day+of+school+2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-4319201321555374706</id><published>2008-08-27T16:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:49:47.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Association</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's play a game of word association. I am going to show you a picture and you say the first word that comes to you mind. Here we go......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239300357672282962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/SLW76pKiK1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Kpd6rf6HZKY/s320/Fancy+is+miserable+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My word is OUCH. Although the picture hardly does justice as to the true size of her udder, Fancy is less than comfy right now. She is due on September 2nd, and is proving that bovines aren't much different from humans when it comes to predicting their impending deliveries. Technically, we don't want her to have it YET. Anything born now falls at the end of the summer calf class, and would mean you have one of the smallest calves in the class come next spring. September 1st is the beginning of the fall calf class and that is where we would rather be. Only time will tell. In the meantime.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239301752449135426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/SLW9L1HP80I/AAAAAAAAAIM/hrX9PmKwQm4/s320/Fancy+is+miserable+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be glad you aren't Fancy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll keep you posted.&lt;/div&gt;&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/2208748508220499961-4319201321555374706?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4319201321555374706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=4319201321555374706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4319201321555374706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4319201321555374706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/08/word-association.html' title='Word Association'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SYgvyRqIaWE/SLW76pKiK1I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Kpd6rf6HZKY/s72-c/Fancy+is+miserable+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-2545856136861805452</id><published>2008-08-25T10:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T13:19:24.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom and dad are fighting.....</title><content type='html'>This was part of the conversation Kathryn had with my mom this weekend.  Of course, my mom was instantly concerned.....not about me and hubby, but about what sort of permanent scars we might be inflicting on her precious grandchild.  No worries, upon further quizzing Kathryn let her know that daddy was fighting a cold, and mommy was laying on the couch fighting the muscle pain in her calf muscle!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We managed to pull it together and made it to church Sunday morning.  We thought we were going to have to chase a heifer.  Penny was out wandering around the front lawn before we headed out the door.  She managed to put herself back into the pasture before we left, so we didn't have to deal with that.  This was the third time she had been out in as many days.  It seems the fencer isn't packing much punch these days, and she is shimming under the fence when she wants to.  There was a knock at the door yesterday afternoon, to let us know that she was out again and this time down by the road.  We headed out to get her back in and she decided it was time for some fun.  She ran away from us every time we moved toward her.  With all five of us working together and some strategically placed trucks and a hay wagon, she went into the barn and is back in solitary confinement.  Fair week is only four weeks away, so she needed to be there anyway.  Needless to say, we didn't make it for church last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I got a batch of tomato juice started.  The garden is producing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-2545856136861805452?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2545856136861805452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=2545856136861805452' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2545856136861805452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2545856136861805452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/08/mom-and-dad-are-fighting.html' title='Mom and dad are fighting.....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-7988128310919363039</id><published>2008-08-21T09:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:42:51.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling like a short order cook</title><content type='html'>On this first day of school, I offered to make whatever anyone wanted for breakfast. I received several different requests. Kathryn wanted pancakes, Suzanna and Thomas wanted French Toast and Daddy was in the mood for scrambled eggs. I swiftly moved into motion and juggled three different frying pans and in record time had all four breakfasts on plates and ready to be eaten. I see a job at a greasy spoon restaurant in my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I will be so happy to fulfill each personal request in a few weeks, but for now, if they will eat a good breakfast, I am happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog even knew what was up this morning, and as everyone headed to the car with their backpacks, she stood beside the car, waiting for someone to open the passenger side door. She is so happy to be back on the road. She doesn't get many rides in the summer, so she was excited at the prospect of riding this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at the school in plenty of time. Can't be late on the first day, don't ya know. After everyone was out of the car, Emma was whining and I was shedding a few tears. They are growing up so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom and I are off to spend the day together. It has become a tradition that we do something together on the first day of school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-7988128310919363039?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7988128310919363039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=7988128310919363039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7988128310919363039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7988128310919363039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/08/feeling-like-short-order-cook.html' title='Feeling like a short order cook'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-4677580458410380196</id><published>2008-08-19T14:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T14:17:09.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinging by my fingernails....</title><content type='html'>As the last two days of summer vacation quickly slip away.  Too fast, I might add.  The kids head back on Thursday, so they have been getting their last moments in with their dad.  Thursday, Suzanna spent the day with him.  Kathryn went yesterday and Suzanna slipped in another day today.  Tomorrow will be Thomas' chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I attended a committee meeting with neighbor Melissa.  She is really good at asking me to help out with things when I am in a weakened condition and can't seem to muster up the ability to say no.  We had a great time eating out and planning a couple 2009 Holstein shows.  We also cruised through the training stable to see how my "kids" are doing.  Storm, the three year old is right on schedule for Oklahoma and the Morgan Grand National Show.  Annie is very nice and on target for the Morgan Breeders Futurity Sweepstakes in three weeks.  Holly is flunking out and will head back home after a couple weeks of basic horse training.  She isn't good enough to be competitive in the Sweepstakes class at this point and so we won't send her unless something changes real soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have spent most of this day in the laundry room.  I never really got caught up after vacation, since I was up to my armpits in peaches and sweet corn.  I now have all the kids school clothes, washed, pressed and hanging in their closets.  Well, the clothes I have.  Suzanna is minus 5 skirts, but the back order date promises they will arrive by 9/8/08.  Of course, we will be three weeks into school by then, but supposedly she can wear her denim skirts until they arrive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is Parent/Student orientation, and we will officially be the parents of a 7th grader and two 4th graders!!!!  This bus is going way too fast, I want off!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-4677580458410380196?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4677580458410380196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=4677580458410380196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4677580458410380196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4677580458410380196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/08/clinging-by-my-fingernails.html' title='Clinging by my fingernails....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-4977448728530058845</id><published>2008-08-15T07:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T08:03:09.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedication</title><content type='html'>I sit here blogging this morning with toothpicks holding my eyes open.  That is because I got sucked into watching the Olympics until very early this morning.  I watched an 18 year old girl win a gold medal.  According to the announcers, she had started dreaming of that moment since she was 4 years old.  Really!  I couldn't help wondering who was dreaming that, her parents?  (side bar thought:  Dad is a former Olympic medal winner) or her??  I have a hard time believing that was all her idea at that age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my skepticism, I am impressed with the level of dedication it took for her to achieve the goal.  With that dedication, the normal average things that my kids do for fun were probably missing in her childhood in order to reach the ultimate prize.  Everything she did had to be weighed against how it would affect her Olympic dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what about us in our Christian walk?  I know of one thing in life I should be totally, one hundred percent dedicated to, and that is my Lord.  How do I stack up?  Do I give up self for Him?  Do I weigh every decision I make against my ultimate responsibility to achieve the goal of being more like Him?  I know where I am in this challenge, and I have a long way to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-4977448728530058845?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4977448728530058845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=4977448728530058845' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4977448728530058845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4977448728530058845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/08/dedication.html' title='Dedication'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-2698504119813879237</id><published>2008-08-14T08:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T08:35:06.639-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Get a move on...</title><content type='html'>We had a great time away from home.  Since coming home though, it has been full speed ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked peaches while on the west side of the state and came home with 7 bushels.  NOT all for us.  I am only taking care of about a bushel and a half.  The rest were delivered to family and friends the night we got home.  They aren't quite ripe, so I haven't had to take care of too many so far.  Just enough for a crisp last night, and the rest should hold off until tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did have to take care of sweet corn the evening we got home.  I was up until about 2am with that project.  This was the first year I grew sweet corn in the garden and I had enough to freeze.  That was exciting!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I get to do my LEAST favorite thing.  Haul a horse.  This time it is Holly, the weanling.  She won't be very happy with me and I will feel much better when she is safely in Mason to begin her halter training.  Futurity is a little more than a month away.  Time to get training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow will be back to school shopping.  Yes, for us school starts ONE week from today.  Yikes!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-2698504119813879237?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2698504119813879237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=2698504119813879237' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2698504119813879237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2698504119813879237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/08/get-move-on.html' title='Get a move on...'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-8260508043382926586</id><published>2008-08-10T10:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T10:19:32.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Making memories.....</title><content type='html'>Camping is a favorite for our kids.  But when you add a favorite aunt and uncle to the mix and you have near perfection in their minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a great time the last two days with my brother and his wife.  We went to a pizza place Friday night.  Can you imagine waiting for an hour for a table??  Well, we did, based on the recommendation of a friend of my brothers.  The food was definitely worth the wait.  The restaurant is in the old St. Joseph depot and the kids had an added bonus.  While we waited, we could hear the faint whistle of a train.  Uncle Terry wanted to smash pennies on the train tracks, but did any of us have any change???  I dug through my purse and managed to locate one penny.  They were so excited to wait for that train.  It was a freight train and it smashed it flat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally got our table and waited for our pizza.  We figured out that the Amtrak was on its way, so Aunt Cindy ran to the truck for more change.  This time there were 4 pennies, a dime and a quarter.  The kids found all the change but the dime.  It was lost forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to the beach.  It was cooler then we hoped for, but the kids still had a great time.  We even took Emma, and she had fun trying to catch the waves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last evening we had hamburgers and sweet corn.  Then the "grown-up" boys built a campfire and we had the traditional S'mores by the fire. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great time we have had, and despite the fact that Uncle Terry and Aunt Cindy have to leave today, we still have two more days of making memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-8260508043382926586?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8260508043382926586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=8260508043382926586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8260508043382926586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8260508043382926586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/08/making-memories.html' title='Making memories.....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-1287747049757395869</id><published>2008-08-08T14:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T14:34:20.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Really can't call it roughing it.....</title><content type='html'>I am blogging this afternoon from a pleasant campsite in the southwest corner of Michigan.  We are on vacation, and this campground has of all things, WIFI.  Not exactly a tough, rough life, huh?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and I started out many years ago and before children, camping in a tent.  Eventually we improved our lot in life and acquired a pop-up camper.  Off we went with three children, all in diapers.  As a matter of fact, two of them were three months old!!  Was I ever that crazy????  Guess so.  And we were younger then!!!!  But camping continues to be a favorite thing for our family.  We now have a  full-fledged camper, with A/C, microwave and all the comforts for a home away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have spent two hours in the pool already and I am sure will be back there for more later.  Now they are playing cards with their daddy.  The best part of vacation for them is undivided (well almost) time with dad.  They take full advantage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are also anxiously awaiting a certain truck and camper which should be arriving anytime.  That would be my brother and his wife.  They are headed this way to spend a couple nights here as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to update our adventures as they happen this week.  Needless to say, we are sooooo overdue on some family time away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-1287747049757395869?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1287747049757395869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=1287747049757395869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1287747049757395869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1287747049757395869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/08/really-cant-call-it-roughing-it.html' title='Really can&apos;t call it roughing it.....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-7937796781688534374</id><published>2008-08-03T17:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T17:30:47.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He lifts me up.....</title><content type='html'>I am talking about my hubby. Yes, he lifts me up when I am in the dumps, but today I am talking about a different type of lifting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have taken on a major project. We store our hay making equipment in an old chicken house on the farm I grew up on. This is a good sized barn, as it held 7,000 laying hens back when I was a girl. It has been in need of a coat of paint for sometime and I decided that I could get it done. The first step was scraping all the old, peeling paint off it in order to get a coat (or more) of paint on it.  Rather than doing all that by hand, I have learned how to run a power washer and took care of the long side and the front as far up as I could get standing on the ground. I finished up the side by standing on a hay wagon.  In order to finish the front side though, I needed to be up higher. Ladders don't thrill me, and my hubby suggested that Thomas could lift me up in the bucket of the loader tractor and I could wash it from there. I quickly let him know that I didn't have enough life insurance for myself for that to be wise. So yesterday afternoon, while waiting for the hay to get dry enough to bale, hubby lifted me up in the bucket and I sprayed off the paint on the front of the building. Then he took over for the very peak of the building and completed the project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I just have to spray off the trim on the other side.  Hopefully, I can finished that part off before we head off for a vacation.  When we get back, I will learn how to run a paint sprayer.  That should be amusing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-7937796781688534374?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7937796781688534374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=7937796781688534374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7937796781688534374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7937796781688534374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-lifts-me-up.html' title='He lifts me up.....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-2905188571843932532</id><published>2008-07-31T11:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T12:01:52.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cooling their feet....</title><content type='html'>We shifted cattle around this past weekend.  Rodney and Bella, the youngest of the bovine on the farm, are now in a larger pasture.  I had gone by their water tank a few times since their move and notice it was always muddy around the tank, and the water in the tank was rather brown as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, the mystery was solved.  It seems that in this latest bout of hot weather, the two of them have taken to standing in the water tank to cool off.  Of course, as they kick at the flies that are irritating them, they splash the water out of the tank, making for a muddy mess surrounding the tank.  And people say they are nothing but a bunch of dumb animals.  I think they are pretty smart to come up with that idea to stay a little cooler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-2905188571843932532?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2905188571843932532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=2905188571843932532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2905188571843932532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2905188571843932532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/07/cooling-their-feet.html' title='Cooling their feet....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-6618531538943417511</id><published>2008-07-29T17:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:26:02.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You might be married to a redneck....</title><content type='html'>If he uses the big cow show fan to cool down the house!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you read that right.  Last evening, when we all got home from our various "things", we realized how hot the house had gotten over the course of the day.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Usually&lt;/span&gt;, we have a nice breeze blowing, and that makes evenings pleasant.  Not so last night, it was hotter in the house than outside.  We thought about kicking on the A/C, but after last months Consumers Energy bill, hubby is into conserving.  I sarcastically said, "well, you could use the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cow&lt;/span&gt; show fan to bring the cool air in and make the house more comfortable.  I WAS JOKING!!!  He took me up on it and the next thing I knew, here was a 36 inch green metal fan sitting in my hallway.  I have to admit, it did work, but don't tell him I said so.  It just doesn't match my decorating scheme!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hot again today.  I closed up the windows and started the A/C before he got home and got anymore bright ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-6618531538943417511?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6618531538943417511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=6618531538943417511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6618531538943417511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6618531538943417511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/07/you-might-be-married-to-redneck.html' title='You might be married to a redneck....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-8526005013972109931</id><published>2008-07-28T10:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T10:30:29.400-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello....Remember me????</title><content type='html'>That is what my garden is saying right now.  We had been keeping up with the weeds and it looked great.  I had even won a couple rounds with all the gourds that were taking over.  But with the rains falling constantly for a couple weeks, the garden was too muddy to work in.  That was all it took for the weeds to take over.  Combine that with the sudden birth of about a million mosquito's and I haven't done much with it.  All that is changing today.  I am heading to the garden to begin the recovery mode.  I know there are tomatoes beginning to turn red and I saw a couple of cukes that were just getting started.  Won't be long before we will enjoy all the wonders of our garden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-8526005013972109931?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8526005013972109931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=8526005013972109931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8526005013972109931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8526005013972109931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/07/helloremember-me.html' title='Hello....Remember me????'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-9103758802555957529</id><published>2008-07-25T21:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:19:50.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am gonna sleep 'til church on Monday!!</title><content type='html'>Yes, that was my answer to someone who asked me if I was tired this morning....and no, I wasn't being funny!  Words no longer were flowing right from my brain to my mouth.  We have been AWOL from the blog for quite sometime now.  We returned from our tiring, but successful week at Dairy Days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanna, Kathryn and I headed off on Monday with the four heifers, all the feed and bedding they would need for a week and high hopes.  Thomas stayed home with dad for an extra day so he could play one last softball game Monday night.  We followed the neighbors and set up our home away from home for the week at Michigan State.  The heifers got their baths and it was time for Quiz Bowl.  Suzanna's team ended up with 1 win and 2 losses.  It was off to the showers and bed, since showtime would come early Tuesday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up at 5am and off to the barn to fight for our spot in the wash racks.  That is always interesting.  There are only so many faucets in the two wash rooms.  Of course, there are about 200 cattle in the barn and ALL need their baths.  Patience pays off though and eventually you get a spot.  Showmanship was up first and Suzanna did a great job and placed 7th.  Each of her heifers had their chance in the ring, and before we knew it our part of the show was over.  Suzanna had a pleasant surprise, as my folks came up to watch her show, and Thomas and daddy made it up for the show as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a terrible time settling down Tuesday night.  Butterflies were zooming in her tummy as she anticipated participating in her first state 4-H Dairy judging contest.  The kids judged 8 classes of dairy cattle and then had to give a set of oral reasons for why they placed a class the way they chose.  It goes all morning and on into the afternoon.  She came out relieved and confident that she had done a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday it was show time again.  This time it was the All Michigan Holstein show.  The three heifers had their moment in front of the judge again.  Placing weren't great, but we sort of expected it to go that way.  From there she competed in the Dairy Management Contest.  The All Breed Showmanship contest was in the afternoon and Suzanna place 6th.  She was really excited for herself and her good buddy, Hannah, who won the class.  Thomas and Kathryn participated in the Peewee Dairy Showmanship class.  Mike got there in time to see them show Bella and Sami.  Next year they will be full-fledged 4-H'ers and they are anxious for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening was the Awards Presentation.  The kids finally find out how they did in the contests.  To our shock, Suzanna received 25th place in Dairy judging and the team she was on was 1st place in the State!!  All this in her first year to participate in the contest.  And if that wasn't enough, she also placed 15th in the Dairy Management contest.  All she could say was "wow"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the cow show, and pack-up day.  Thomas had gone home with Mike last night, so we were a body short packing up, but still had everything done and were on the road by noon.  Boy did home look good as we came up the driveway.  The heifers were very content to be in their pasture this afternoon and slept most of the afternoon in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know I will sleep well tonight and should manage to wake up for church......on Sunday!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-9103758802555957529?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/9103758802555957529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=9103758802555957529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/9103758802555957529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/9103758802555957529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-am-gonna-sleep-til-church-on-monday.html' title='I am gonna sleep &apos;til church on Monday!!'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-6911379621378068296</id><published>2008-07-15T21:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:05:05.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three down, one to go....</title><content type='html'>We are AHEAD of schedule!!!!  It is a scary place for me to be.  Suzanna and I started clipping heifers yesterday.  We decided to start with the toughest gal and go from there.  Penny was up first and got her bath.  While waiting for her to dry, Suzanna decided that Bella might as well get her bath too.  By the time she was done washing her, Penny was dry enough to start clipping.  She was a patient girl and Suzanna moved along quickly.  She leaves the tricky stuff like heads, ears and legs for me.  Kathryn did a little on Bella, Suzanna worked on her for a while then I did my thing.  Before we knew it, we had two heifers done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon was Sami's turn.  Suzanna got her washed and then tied her up to dry.  There has been a wonderful breeze all day, so she was dried off in no time.  She is pretty cooperative and we had her finished quickly, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now all that is left is Fancy.  We probably won't get to her for a day or two.  I am headed to Trainer Mike's tomorrow and have to take mom for another procedure on Thursday.  In the meantime, I have been working on my grocery list for next week, as well as packing the camper in my mind.  I can only do it in my mind because the camper is at the repair shop.  No A/C in the middle of July was not an acceptable option while gone next week.  So once it is back home, I will be ready to pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VBS started tonight. The kids were excited, the adults were up for the challenge and we had a great first night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-6911379621378068296?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6911379621378068296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=6911379621378068296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6911379621378068296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6911379621378068296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/07/three-down-one-to-go.html' title='Three down, one to go....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-8970089837841433036</id><published>2008-07-14T08:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:50:48.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh that cat stinks....</title><content type='html'>In the regular world, of which I am not typically a part of, dogs get stinky.  Well, not mine.  It is the cat.  In my falling asleep mind last night, I thought I could smell a skunk.  This morning, I was still catching faint skunk odors on the cool breeze.   Butterscotch, who is mainly an indoor cat, had been outside last night and was happy to get back in when I let Emma out for her morning business.  As he rubbed up against my leg, I caught a gigantic whiff of SKUNK!!  It became apparent that Butterscotch had come in contact with a skunk.  I don't think he took a direct hit, but he was definitely somewhere in the line of fire.  Anyone know how long it takes to "wear off" the lovely odor of skunk??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in Dairy Days prep week.  Our goal is to get one heifer a day clipped.  Plus, we still have a lot of other stuff to take care of this week.  Suzanna and I are off to the thrift store this morning to find white pants and shirts for showing.  I would much rather find a bargain then have to pay full price for something that will be pretty dirty by the end of the day.  The kids have their last ball game tonight, as well.  Starting tomorrow night, the kids have four nights of VBS.  Hubby is cutting more hay this morning.  As you can tell, it is going to be a crazy week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-8970089837841433036?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8970089837841433036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=8970089837841433036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8970089837841433036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8970089837841433036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-that-cat-stinks.html' title='Oh that cat stinks....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-2935226097811557946</id><published>2008-07-11T22:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T22:24:51.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a winner....</title><content type='html'>Tonight, Storm, aka Knolltop's Heir She Is, debuted as a western pleasure show horse.  She competed in 3 year old western pleasure at the Michigan All Morgan show in Detroit.  I was my typical nervous self.  She looked great, kept her cool and came away in first place.  YEAH!!!!  Hopefully I will be able to post a picture or two later this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-2935226097811557946?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2935226097811557946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=2935226097811557946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2935226097811557946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2935226097811557946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-have-winner.html' title='We have a winner....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-4386851741311091755</id><published>2008-07-04T10:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:59:30.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you think he has done it all....</title><content type='html'>Thomas does something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the fairgrounds last evening to celebrate the 4th of July on the 3rd. I know, sounds mixed up, but it works for us. Since hubby is the electrician for the fairgrounds, he had been there for most of the afternoon getting lights up and running and making sure the vendors had power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took along our grill and made supper, watched people, listened to music by Phil Dirt and the Dozers and watched more people. The band concluded their concert with an A Capella rendition of the Star Spangled Banner that gave me chills. I love good harmony, and on that song, it was just about perfect. Finally it was dark enough for the fireworks to begin. Our spot was perfect, as we watched beautiful explosions of light over our heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They concluded and the crowd began to leave. We waited so that we could turn off lights and the kids played around on the grass. That's when life got interesting. Thomas found a glow stick necklace that someone had left behind and was twirling it around. He managed to hit himself in the eye, and the next thing I knew, my son had a glowing eye. His quick thinking daddy grabbed a bottle of water and began rinsing it out. That seemed to flush the "glow" out of it. Just then, the local EMT company went by on their golf cart. Hubby headed to them and explained what had happened. They decided they should rinse him out a bit more with sterile water, so Thomas got a ride on their golf cart back to the ambulance. The gal driving said "we'll go slow" and off they went....way faster than I could walk. Thankfully, one of our fair board members was driving around on the Turf Cruiser we are raffling off, so I thumbed a ride with him and caught up with Thomas. The EMT rinsed him out real good and checked his eye. There seemed to be no issue with his vision, so they sent us on our way with instructions to see our regular doctor if his vision got blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed back across the fairgrounds, in search of daddy. We found him wrapping it up with the fair manager. Mr. Dow let Thomas know that he held the distinction of being the only person who needed the EMT's all night and gave him a high five. With that, we headed back to the truck and on our way home. Just one more adventure in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: His eye is just fine this morning, Thank you Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-4386851741311091755?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4386851741311091755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=4386851741311091755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4386851741311091755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4386851741311091755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/07/just-when-you-think-he-has-done-it-all.html' title='Just when you think he has done it all....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-7811423394938330450</id><published>2008-07-02T14:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T14:10:50.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moody</title><content type='html'>We went out to work the heifers this morning and boy were they moody.  Sami, who normally leads well enough to let Thomas handle her, had major attitude issues, even with me on the lead rope.  Penny, the heifer who went to solitary confinement after her leading issues with hubby, had been much improved.  So much so, that Suzanna had been leading her for the past week.  Not today!!  She is in the midst of her cycle and there was no telling her what to do!  She got tied up in one place and left to think about her problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was Bella.  She has been pretty awful ever since she got dehorned a couple weeks ago.  Can't say I blame her for being a bit suspicious of us humans, but dragging her from one end of the driveway to the other was getting a bit old.  Well today, she led like a dream.  Even Kathryn was leading her and setting her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only dependable one in the lot was Fancy.  And she had better behave, she has been doing this for a while now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So next time up, who knows what we will get.  Hopefully all four leading easy, making their way toward Dairy Days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-7811423394938330450?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7811423394938330450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=7811423394938330450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7811423394938330450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7811423394938330450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/07/moody.html' title='Moody'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-157616871579792818</id><published>2008-07-01T10:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T10:33:55.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The cats go for a ride....</title><content type='html'>After a couple rather serious blogs, it is time to share some humor.  Mom, Suzanna, Kathryn and I took three cats to the vet this morning.  Our kitty, HopSing was due for her kitten boosters, and mom had one needing kitten boosters and the other his annual shots.  Our cat went in the carrier without a gripe, and even sat on Kathryn's lap most of the way to the vets, purring and looking out the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, moms younger cat, Spook, managed to scratch her on the way into the cat carrier and put a hole in her favorite shirt.  The other cat, Squeak, wasn't doing much squeaking.  He was hollering for all he was worth.  Then before we were even out of the driveway, a certain smell began emanating from the cat carrier.  See, Squeak's nerves get the best of him and he can't "hold it", shall we say.  So at this point, we had Squeak shrieking and stinking, Spook sitting dazed, in a carrier on Suzanna's lap, and HopSing watching the world go by from her window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon arrival at the vets, Squeak made sure the world knew we had arrived.  He was the first up for examination, since he had messed himself.  Once out of the box, he quieted down, was examined, got his shot and went back in the carrier.  Spook was up next.  He wasn't a bit of trouble, considering how awful he was on his way into the carrier.  He got his shot and was tucked back into his box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it was HopSing's turn.  We were so proud of how good she was, no shrieking, no tearing holes in shirts.  As I took her from Kathryn, all that changed.  She began to heave....so I dropped her quickly to the floor.  She proceeded to unload her entire breakfast.  The vet looked at her and said, "now that is STRESS!!!!"  From there she quickly got her exam and shot and happily went back in her carrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We paid our bills and got back to the car.  Squeak serenaded us most of the way home.  I don't know who was happier to be home, the cats or the humans.  Thank goodness we only do this once a year!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-157616871579792818?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/157616871579792818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=157616871579792818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/157616871579792818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/157616871579792818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/07/cats-go-for-ride.html' title='The cats go for a ride....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-6891978897191511998</id><published>2008-06-30T08:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T08:47:26.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Listening</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, hubby was grilling our Sunday dinner.  He enjoys working the grill, and I am happy to have him do part of the cooking.  I went out to see how things were going and was struck by a wonderful sight.  Kathryn had gotten a lawn chair out and was sitting next to him.  She had a baby bunny on her lap and they were talking.  But what was most special was that her daddy was looking at her, really listening to what she was saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, Thomas and I went on a drive together, just the two of us.  He is a talker, but if you listen, wow is he smart.  He talks about everything he sees as we go down the road.  I suspect that is how he learns a lot of stuff.  And it isn't "trivial" stuff either.  He is constantly seeking out new information and filing it away for a future day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our hustled-up world, do we stop and really listen to our kids?  Or are we so busy, we brush their needs off in order to deal with what we think the bigger picture is??  I know there is no bigger picture than what they need and that is US.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-6891978897191511998?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6891978897191511998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=6891978897191511998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6891978897191511998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6891978897191511998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/06/listening.html' title='Listening'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-6182496285285849356</id><published>2008-06-25T07:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T07:54:54.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>It has been all over the news for the last few days. A school has admitted that there are 18 young girls pregnant in their system. Wow! As a mom of two girls and a boy, it sure reiterated why I must be a prayer warrior for my kids. I pray for the person that God has already selected as their mate. I am also praying for the boys or girls they will someday date. I don't want them growing up too quickly in this world, but also recognize that they aren't totally immune to the world's way of thinking. So I pray that we as parents are equipping them, even now, with the ability to make wise choices. Yes, they are bound to make some dumb ones, but my prayer is that they will learn on the "little stuff" so that when bigger things come along they will be prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope and pray that they see a loving relationship between my husband and I, and that they always know they are loved by us. Perhaps that love will sustain their need for love until such a time they are old enough to find their mates. Over and over you hear of young girls admitting that they had gotten pregnant so that someone would finally love them! How sad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lest anyone think I am looking at my children with rose colored glasses, please know that I am not. I know that even in the best of families, under the best of circumstances and no matter how a child has been raised, it still happens. A child goes astray, makes a poor choice with huge consequences and then live their lives having made that decision. But that doesn't reduce our responsibility as parents to do all we can, every day, every hour, to teach them Gods way and to instill in them the desire to seek Gods plan for their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-6182496285285849356?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6182496285285849356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=6182496285285849356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6182496285285849356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6182496285285849356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/06/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-1818007729156019553</id><published>2008-06-24T12:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T12:57:11.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Strawberries and more</title><content type='html'>I picked up 16 quarts of strawberries at the local farm yesterday morning and began the process of turning them into yummy strawberry jam. Notice I said picked up. I let someone else do the picking. I don't mind making the jam, but picking stuff has never been a favorite project of mine. Within 5 hours, I had completed 5 batches of jam. We still had a few jars from last year left over, so hopefully I have guesstimated how many jars we will need correctly. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are a staple in our family during the school year. The kids carry their lunches, and most mornings, that is what they select for their meal. I have a few quarts left to work with. I want to make a strawberry pie, as well as some more strawberry shortcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed strawberry shortcake last evening after we got home from the kids softball games. What an enjoyable time. We have such great fellowship with our friends, and our kids enjoy their friends as well. We started taking our grill and my hubby is the "grill master", cooking up hot dogs that each family brings for their suppers. It is nice not to have to plan a meal that can be grabbed and eaten after we get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suzanna and I spent time doing the fussy weeding in the garden. We were on our hands and knees going through each row now that things are big enough to distinguish what is a weed and what is a plant. We continue to battle the gourds, although we have won a few small skirmishes, there is still an awful lot of self-seeded stuff out there. It is time to take the tiller after them again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annoying rains have slowed the haying process down. These are not major rainstorms, but rather, just enough that it would wet the hay and extend the drying process one more day. Therefore a lot of our major field of grass remains standing. Hoping to get after it by the weekend. And so summer goes at Knolltop Morgans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-1818007729156019553?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1818007729156019553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=1818007729156019553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1818007729156019553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1818007729156019553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/06/strawberries-and-more.html' title='Strawberries and more'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-6047704449394629728</id><published>2008-06-19T08:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T09:06:49.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This lady is not my mommy!!!</title><content type='html'>Mom had to have a medical procedure on Tuesday. The medical staff gave her a sedative prior to it, and boy did it send her to another land!!! They called me back to be with her when it was time to get dressed. She was really unsteady and right off the bat, nearly fell off the bed while dressing. I caught her with a giggle, thinking to myself.....this is gonna be an interesting ride home. Once dressed, she bounced off a couple walls with determination that it was time to leave. But, she hadn't been discharged yet. I helped her bounce off another wall on her way to a chair and we waited for the doctor to chat with her once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse came in to give us the discharge instructions, she started to tell mom, but then switched to me, as she said, "she won't remember what I am telling her anyway." Discharge orders in hand, we headed out the door. Me trying to hold her up, while she was convinced she was fine. We must have looked pretty funny to all the people in the waiting room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up was to get some lunch. Thankfully we had the "bossy broad", aka GPS system with us, so I plugged in the need for a Wendy's and she told us where to go. After that the need to fill a coffee craving was great. Asked GPS where a Starbucks was and up the street we went for a hazelnut latte for mom and a mint chocolate chip frappaccino for me. A quick fill-up at the gas station and on our way home we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom finished her chicken wrap, snuggled under her blanket and was asleep before we were out of Fort Wayne. I made a couple phone calls and slipped into driver mode to get the kids picked up and get her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were nearly home, and mom was beginning to get more "with it". She had begun talking to me more, and had told me at least three times about how many nurses it took to put her IV in. Each time, I patiently smiled and acted like I hadn't heard the story before. Then she suddenly realized, the doctor had never come in to talk with her!!! I said that he had, but she had absolutely no recollection of him being there. I started asking her questions and discovered most of what had happened at the doctors office was gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got her home and reminded her that according to the nurse, she was to take it easy. That meant go sit in a chair and watch TV or read. If she needed anything she was to call me. She nodded her head like an obedient child and I headed home. About an hour later, she called me and asked if she had had any lunch??!!! I took her through our trip home and discovered that most of it was missing in her mind. In the meantime, my hubby had been over there picking up hay and saw her outside doing her bird chores. Is this sitting down taking it easy?? I don't think so, when you have at least 15 bird feeders in the yard. She claimed she only did a few things, but how can I tell when she had forgotten more of the day then she remembered???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ended up sleeping on her couch that night. She wasn't pleased with the idea, but dad and I didn't give her much choice. Did I mention that the doctor thought this procedure went well enough that she ought to have it again??? Guess what, dad is definitely on for next time. I don't know what they gave her, but it is GOOD stuff!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-6047704449394629728?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/6047704449394629728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=6047704449394629728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6047704449394629728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/6047704449394629728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-lady-is-not-my-mommy.html' title='This lady is not my mommy!!!'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-1731738626175084168</id><published>2008-06-14T21:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:03:53.115-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fathers Day and the Fisherman</title><content type='html'>We headed to the woods this evening to celebrate Fathers Day.  My brother and his wife have a cozy cabin in the woods behind mom and dads place.  We had a cookout tonight with brats and burgers.  Yes, my brother is back in the fire setting business.  This time in the safe confines of a fire pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Thomas is suddenly into fishing....BIG TIME!  He went to work with his dad on Thursday and ended up fishing.  The contractor on the job was nice enough to lend Thomas his fishing pole and even bought some bait for him.  He was in heaven and thankfully the fish were in the mood to be caught and he let out a holler every time he got one on the line.  He was SO excited about fishing, he sacrificed some of his allowance money previously earmarked for the toy tent at Ag Expo in July to purchase his very own fishing pole.  He has been messing around with it ever since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took it with him tonight to show Uncle Terry and got a lesson in how to cast it.  He was getting pretty good at it.  So good in fact that he managed to cast it right in to a tree.  After all, we were in the woods.  Uncle Terry is a great uncle.  He shimmed up the tree the line was caught in and managed to bend it over far enough that Thomas could get the line out of it.  He then neatly lowered himself to the ground.  It was quite a sight.  Why is it I never have my camera with me at moments like that!!??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful that I can celebrate Fathers Day with my Dad.  He is a cancer survivor and five years ago, our family was facing his upcoming bone marrow transplant.  It was a success!!!  Yes, he still has health issues and some of them have been scary, but he is alive, able to work and especially able to enjoy time with his wife, kids and grandkids.  God is very good and we are ever grateful for the huge answer to prayer we have in our family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-1731738626175084168?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1731738626175084168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=1731738626175084168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1731738626175084168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1731738626175084168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/06/fathers-day-and-fisherman.html' title='Fathers Day and the Fisherman'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-7794564503063014554</id><published>2008-06-13T11:13:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T11:25:00.695-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beware the gourds.......</title><content type='html'>That is my warning this spring when it comes to my garden. I have always planted pumpkins and gourds in the garden. I enjoy finding some unique types to plant and have fun using them for decorations in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be very sure you remove them all in the fall or you will have self-seeded gourds in every inch of your garden next spring. That is what we are fighting with right now. There are gourds in the green beans, gourds in with the pepper plants, gourds with the tomato plants, gourds in the.......well, you get the idea!! It isn't good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to that, it has been hot, humid and rainy, meaning you can't get in the garden to till up the rows and salvage the place. Thankfully, Mike and Thomas were able to get the rototiller out and work up the rows. We also spent time pulling gourd seedlings out from the rows and around the plants. It looks pretty good this morning. I think there may be hope now. But we won't be able to let down our guard. If we relax for a minute, the gourds will be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: Make sure you get all the gourds out of the garden in the fall, or you will pay for it in the spring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-7794564503063014554?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7794564503063014554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=7794564503063014554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7794564503063014554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7794564503063014554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/06/beware-gourds.html' title='Beware the gourds.......'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-7831114930308873749</id><published>2008-06-09T08:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T08:20:57.909-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just another Thomasism.....</title><content type='html'>Thomas sure keeps us all laughing.  This weekend was no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was working in the kitchen Saturday when Thomas came to me with a very serious expression on his face.  He started rubbing his leg and grumble about "these shingles".  I asked him what he was talking about.  He said he had shingles.  I quizzed him further as to how he knew about shingles.  He told me he had heard a commercial on the local radio station about them.  The man talking on the commercial was from Nash Drugs and said there was a vaccination for shingles.  I asked where he thought he caught his shingles.  He looked me in the eye and said "I was on the roof mom!"  You can't make this stuff up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly reassured him that he didn't have them.  He walked away, much relieved.  I dissolved into laughter, once he was gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-7831114930308873749?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/7831114930308873749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=7831114930308873749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7831114930308873749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/7831114930308873749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-another-thomasism.html' title='Just another Thomasism.....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-2270316853259427013</id><published>2008-06-07T22:51:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T23:17:39.207-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cowboy Electrician</title><content type='html'>Suzanna has a problem heifer. It is time to get serious about getting ready for Dairy Days, and one of her heifers has become rather wild ever since she was turned out into the big pasture. Her two pasture mates are fine about being caught and worked, but not Penny. Suzanna showed her at the spring show and she was okay....not great at leading, but didn't try to drag her across the arena. That was an accomplishment, considering she had only had her for a couple weeks when we headed for the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day when we tricked her into getting caught in a stall in the barn, we put a halter and lead rope on her, hoping that when she was back out in the pasture, we could grab the rope when close enough and then lead her. HA!!! That didn't go so well. The one time we did get close enough to catch her, her favorite direction was reverse. Eventually, she calmed down and I led her around, but she was never calm enough for Suzanna to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this evening, I suggested to daddy that it would be a good idea to lead Fancy and Sami into the barn and figured Penny would follow. We would leave Penny in the stall and put the other two back outside. Great idea in theory, but how would it play out??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy headed to the pasture with us and when he saw the opportunity, grabbed the lead rope and held on tight.....as Penny began to run across the pasture and him still holding on for dear life. Suzanna, Thomas and I tried our best not to laugh, as he fell, did a full body roll and came back up. All I could picture was him coming up, having made contact with fresh "you know what". Well, he dodged it and the heifer stopped running. He was in the midst of a face-off when Thomas noticed he had lost his tape measure in the ruckus. As Thomas headed out to retrieve it, the heifer took off running again. Daddy was determined not to loose her, and did another full body roll in the process. Once again, he managed to avoid contact with anything messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point, he decided plan B was a better idea. Suzanna led Sami and I led Fancy out of the pasture and toward the barn. Penny didn't want to get left behind, so she followed and ended up in the barn, caught!!!! Amazing enough, once she was in the barn, she calmed down, let Suzanna brush her and seemed happy with the attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plan is to have Penny spend some time by herself. Suzanna can tie her up a couple times each day and eventually start leading her around in the barn. Hopefully that will make a difference, otherwise Penny will get left home and miss out on a fun week at Dairy Days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the cowboy electrician realized he lost his cell phone out in the pasture during one of his rolls. Of course, he had it on vibrate, because he was driving the tractor earlier and wouldn't have been able to hear it ring. We did a family search and managed to find it within a few minutes. Thank you, Lord!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-2270316853259427013?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2270316853259427013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=2270316853259427013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2270316853259427013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2270316853259427013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/06/cowboy-electrician.html' title='The Cowboy Electrician'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-2833836238257532147</id><published>2008-06-03T07:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T07:55:57.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bummer...</title><content type='html'>The downside to hay making is being at the mercy of the weather.  In general, when it comes to crop farming, that is normal.  Will it stay dry long enough to get the crop in??  Will it rain now that the seeds are in the ground?  Will it quit raining long enough to harvest the crop?  I know that all those thoughts go through the mind of a farmer on a regular basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend after checking the the alfalfa, and consulting the weather forecast, it was decided that there should be enough warm weather, wind and sun to dry the crop and get it baled.  So the hay was cut on Saturday.  I spent most of Sunday afternoon on the tractor, first raking up the hay to get it off the ground and then using the tedder to throw the crop back out.  The sun was shining bright and the wind was blowing.  Just what you need for drying hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning came and it was overcast....and there wasn't much wind.  In addition, sometime over the weekend, the weather forecast had changed and the rain that was suppose to come on Wednesday had been moved ahead a day.  Our window to get this hay made was pretty small.  On orders from the boss, I waited until mid afternoon to rake the hay back up into windrows.  The sun danced in and out of the clouds all afternoon and the wind never picked up much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby and his dad headed to the hay field about 5:30 in the afternoon, expecting that it wouldn't make, but still wanting to give it a try.  Their suspicions were confirmed as the first bale came out of the baler.  Way to wet to make.  There is a section in the field that is all grass.  They headed there hoping maybe that would be ready.....it wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overnight, the rains began to fall and a waiting game begins.  When will there be enough dry days in a row to finish drying the hay so we can get it up?  Back to watching the Weather Channel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-2833836238257532147?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/2833836238257532147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=2833836238257532147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2833836238257532147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/2833836238257532147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/06/bummer.html' title='Bummer...'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-4740026479900909140</id><published>2008-05-29T20:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T21:59:35.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baling Hay and Hand Signals</title><content type='html'>We put up our first field of hay this evening. I had the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; of driving the tractor and hubby stacked the wagon. As I drove, I realized how many hand signals my husband has and how hard I have to think to keep them straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First was three fingers in the air. That represented putting the tractor in third gear. Then he worked his index finger in a quick circle. That means give the tractor more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;RPMs&lt;/span&gt;. A thumbs up means you have it right. Of course, an index finger across the throat means shut off the baler. A hand in the air with fingers together means stop the tractor.....but five fingers spread apart means put it in fifth gear.   Sort of reminds you of the directions Charlie Brown gave the cast in the Christmas special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you are trying to pay attention to the hay going into the pick-up without missing the windrow, you also have to be watching behind for the next hand signal. Other than a crick in my neck from looking back and forth, I am no worse for the wear and we have 32 bales of hay in the barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and one last hand signal. As you are turning into your driveway, you see the guy on the baler waving his arms and pointing to the north. That means go up to the storage barn and wait, because he wants to put the tractor and baler away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-4740026479900909140?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4740026479900909140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=4740026479900909140' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4740026479900909140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4740026479900909140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/05/baling-hay-and-hand-signals.html' title='Baling Hay and Hand Signals'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-5135545193150588534</id><published>2008-05-28T15:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T15:55:33.071-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Planted!!!</title><content type='html'>A full two weeks ahead of last year, my garden is in!!  Much of the day Saturday was spent by hubby spreading manure on the garden spot.  Then he plowed it on Sunday.  The kids had a great time collecting worms from the freshly turned furrows.  Too bad we don't have a fishing spot.  They could have put those worms to good use!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby put even more manure on the garden on Monday and put Thomas on the tractor to disc it up and get it ready for planting.  Yesterday afternoon, the kids and I went to Gleis and got our plants and the rest of the needed seeds.  The weather forecast said there could be frost, so we didn't put anything in last night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, the kids would have been out there at 8am, but it was still 40 degrees out.  I thought it better to wait for the afternoon.  So after lunch, off we went, and in a matter of a couple hours, everything was planted.  Considering how big the spot ended up this year, I filled it up better than I expected.  With the late start a year ago, I skipped putting in some things that we made sure we got in this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is dry enough this spring that I went ahead and started the sprinkler on the tomato plants.  Now we keep up with the weeds and look forward to great things from the garden in a couple months.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-5135545193150588534?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/5135545193150588534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=5135545193150588534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/5135545193150588534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/5135545193150588534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/05/planted.html' title='Planted!!!'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-4025070108898677290</id><published>2008-05-21T15:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T16:13:01.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping all my hats on straight...</title><content type='html'>With my busy life, I wear a lot of different hats. Today was a jam-packed day, with lots of stuff to keep up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning started out pretty typical. I took care of a couple loads of laundry, sorted a ton of clothes, and gave the kids their marching orders for the morning. That covers the wife and mother hat. A call came in from my hubby regarding some business stuff, so that meant I was wearing my Milo Electric hat. I slipped my Knolltop Morgans hat on long enough to call the vet and schedule an ultrasound for Christy tomorrow. We need to find out if she is in foal or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I got my AgriAutomation hat out. It was a bit dusty since I don't put that one on very often. This is my dads company and he is in Oklahoma right now and needed to get new business cards made before the World Pork Expo in June (yes, this just proves there is a convention for everything). I got the materials around for that project and switched to yet another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have only worn this one once. I filled in for the regular Dairy Leaders Committee secretary at the last meeting back in February. We have a meeting tomorrow night and I still hadn't emailed the minutes from February to the 4-H office to get printed up for review. Tomorrow night, neighbor Melissa will be back on the job and I can give her that hat back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I donned my fair director hat and headed to Hillsdale. My brother would say I put on my crown, since he refers to me at the "fair queen", but it really is just one more hat. I had a lunch meeting regarding fund raising. Got a free lunch out of the deal, so that was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The AgriAutomation hat went back on long enough to drop off the business card stuff at the printer. They promised me a proof on my fax machine within 24 hours and then I can place the order and stuff that hat away for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I buzzed back home and got my wife and mom hat back on in order to finish laundry, straighten up the kitchen, help Suzanna with a sewing project she is starting and answer at least half a dozen questions from Thomas. I even slipped the horse trainer Mike hat on long enough to look something up on the internet for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is when I discovered I forgot a hat!!! My hubby called and asked if I had run two errands for him while in Hillsdale. Oops!!! I managed to get all the way to town and back and never gave a second thought to going to Apex to pay the bill or making sure he didn't need me to pick anything up from American Copper &amp;amp; Brass. So this hat thing isn't perfect, but if I can keep them straight, life goes pretty easy. Oh, gotta go hubby just called and I have to take care of something in the office. On with another hat!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-4025070108898677290?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/4025070108898677290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=4025070108898677290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4025070108898677290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/4025070108898677290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/05/keeping-all-my-hats-on-straight.html' title='Keeping all my hats on straight...'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-1847775973276123485</id><published>2008-05-19T09:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:12:17.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend wrap-up....</title><content type='html'>We had a busy and productive weekend.  That always pleases my hubby.  He is the kind of guy that makes a list in his head that is about two pages long and has hopes to get everything on it done.  In reality, it is possible to get the first two things completed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was the piano recital, and that went off without a hitch.  Thomas was a little iffy on Thursday, but managed to pull it together when it counted.  Kathryn was excited, as much over the dress she got to wear as the performance.  She was able to wear her dress from the princess birthday party back in January and that was perfect in her mind.  She played her song beautifully too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday was the day to bale hay.  Bale hay????  Yes, in our case we set up the hay elevator in the mow, with the baler outside the barn and cleaned up about 40 bales worth of broken bales and loose hay.  If you hadn't noticed, we are running tight on hay and every bale will save us from having to buy any.  Hopefully, we will be cutting hay within a couple weeks and the hay crisis will be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, I made a rhubarb pie for a church dinner and we all watched an old movie.  We still try to do our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Netflix&lt;/span&gt; movies, but as summer comes on, it gets harder to get inside to watch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was church, a dinner afterward and a second service after dinner.  On the way up the driveway, we stopped at the barn to check on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Sami&lt;/span&gt;.  In the midst of the weekend, she had decided to try bloating.  We had her in the barn to see if her stomach would settle down.  It worked and she looked much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, Thomas went to the pasture to take a peak at Breezy who was due to foal in the next few days.  He reported back that she had "wax on her nibbles".  Wax, to non-horse people, is actually drops of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;colostrum&lt;/span&gt; which leaks and then dries on the mares teats.  It is a good indicator that the foal will be arriving soon.  That observation led to a bit of a frenzy around the farm.  As is typical here, animals had to get shifted around so that Breezy could have her stall for the impending arrival.  We quickly finished nailing the metal roof down on the calf hutch, put up a small outside run for Bella and Rodney and moved them to their new home.  We bedded up the stall for Breezy and settled her in for the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our work was not in vain, since she laid down and safely delivered a beautiful bay filly at about 12:45.  Momma was on her feet within a short time, the filly was up within 15 minutes and found her dinner by 1:30.  I stayed to make sure Breezy was okay and tucked myself into bed at about 3:00.  Once again I am awed by the whole process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today Thomas and Kathryn are taking a make-up lesson with their piano teacher.  Tonight Kathryn starts back with her dog 4-H.  And so starts the first full week of summer vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-1847775973276123485?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/1847775973276123485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=1847775973276123485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1847775973276123485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/1847775973276123485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/05/weekend-wrap-up.html' title='Weekend wrap-up....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2208748508220499961.post-8986628948742126312</id><published>2008-05-16T08:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T08:31:31.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to celebrate.....</title><content type='html'>School is out for the summer.  Yes, it may seem early to most, but we also started the 3rd week in August.  As the weather has gotten nice, it has been harder for the kids to sit in a classroom all day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so grateful for the school our kids are able to attend.  We had an awards a&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ssembly&lt;/span&gt; on Tuesday night, and it is so special to hear each teacher speak of how they love our children and feel blessed by God to be able to serve him at the school.  And the kids love these teachers just as much.  Even in the high school students the evidence of their love and respect is obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we head into summer, with a much slower schedule.  I look forward to that.  We will still have lots of stuff to do, but more of it should be close to home.  Tonight Thomas and Kathryn have their piano recital.  Next Sunday will be Suzanna's violin recital.  We start dog 4-H on Monday night. And of course it is time to get a garden in and work up a couple new flower beds.  Suzanna will begin getting her heifers ready for the summer show at Michigan State.  And of course, we are planning to get away for a couple long weekends in the camper too.  Needless to say, we won't be lacking in things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, Summer!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2208748508220499961-8986628948742126312?l=knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/feeds/8986628948742126312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2208748508220499961&amp;postID=8986628948742126312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8986628948742126312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2208748508220499961/posts/default/8986628948742126312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knolltopmorganhorses.blogspot.com/2008/05/time-to-celebrate.html' title='Time to celebrate.....'/><author><name>LoriLiz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02336269065146290247</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
