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LadyAnne

Here and Around

Bits from my life:
"Well, if you don't want bad in-laws, just take care you marry an orphan..."<- A bit of advice given me.
"God gave me a voice, so that you could stop talking and listen to what I have to say."<- At the dinner table.
"Nononono! No, son, that's horse poo!" <- Drifting in my window. Most awesome thing ever overheard.


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Anne: Fred is... extremely good. 
Marilla: That is exactly what he should be! Would you want to marry a wicked man? 
Anne: Well, I wouldn't marry anyone who was really wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't. 
Marilla: You'll have better sense some day, I hope. 
http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0040535/quotes

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Opinions and Activities

I think he should sleep on his bed. The Young Squire thinks he should bounce on it. The battle of wills has begun...
Also, when he hears me coming and pops his little head up out of his crib, he look remarkably like a meerkat giving alert...

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How my day usually goes:

7:15 - I arise with a smile & a song and emerge from my room ready to take on the day with joy.  (Crawl messily out of my bed, and throw on a robe.)

7:30 - The boss dances out the door towards the amazing gift that are public school kids. (L leaves for work.)

8:00 to 8:30 - Young Squire is done eating. I commence to remove the banana from his hair, the milk from his neck and the toast from his ear. (Hopefully, "We" will get the hang of this spoon thing eventually.)

8:30 to 10:30 - Time for "amuse yourself with your toys cause I refuse to allow your imagination to wither and die if I can help it" playtime. This is most often in his packNplay. This is Auntie Anne's sit near and read time. (Interesting note: the mini human has developed an interesting habit. For as long as I will stand/kneel there and as long as my arms are around him, he will stand and lean against me and the side of the crib/playpen, lay his head on my shoulder, completely content. Occasionally, he will put his hand on my arm and just pat it for a while. He doesn't want to be held, picked up, removed from the area, or any such, at least not that I can tell by experimentation. I would swear he is starved for affection, if I weren't here all day to see how often this tough old bird turns into a great big softy. No, really, my arms and lips are exhausted. Anyway, random, but it is quite endearing.)

10:30 - By this time, the young'un has begun to wind down (or get cranky) and usually goes down for his nap. This is Auntie Anne's 'get presentable" time and then when I make my Breakfast/Lunch/Brunch, depending on what I feel like eating.

12:00 - Usually up and around by this time. Him, not me. Supervised play and run around with Auntie Anne trailing behind. Books, puzzles, building blocks, etc. (On the rare day that he over sleeps this mark, we just continue the schedule a bit later.)

12:00 to 1:00 - His lunch time varies depending on his level of "feed me now or I will attempt to break the sound barrier while completely still." He isn't grouchy about it, just loud. (Never knew someone who could make that sound and still smile angelically at the same time.)

1:00 - Another general decontamination to remove the masticated nutrition from... everywhere.

1:15 to 2:00 - More run around time, outside time and animal visiting. (Getting a bit nippy out for this one. At least the sun still warms it up. But we usually have coats on anyway.)

2:00 to 3:00 - Wind down time from the excitement of the great outdoors. PackNplay with toys, usually with music of some kind, or occasionally a video. (Yes, I can now quote The Prince of Egypt verbatim. That and Fantasia2000 are his favorites.)

3:00 - Usually ready for his afternoon nap by this time. Although, lately he has been spending most of his nights up and screaming, so we are going to try tapering back on the afternoon sleeping. Hopefully, everyone will be better for it.

4:00ish - Mom comes home and takes over the youngun while Auntie Anne fades out of the picture. My evenings are always spent on something, I just can't seem to think of anything profitable that comes from my evenings. No, Wait, I am getting much more comfortable with my guitar, if not really more skilled. And the books/movies/shows quota of my life is more than being met. :)

This is My Passion...

This is my passion. My Cause. My Calling. My Ministry. My Goal. My reason for trying.

Found Causes "Sunset Therapuetic Riding Center" from DALE EPPERSON on Vimeo.

If you know me at all, you know that I am not an outwardly emotional person. I am more likely to laugh than to cry. This video had me in tears for approximatly three fourths of the run time.

http://www.americanhippotherapyassociation.org/
http://sunsettrc.org/therapeutic-riding/


Hippotherapy (Equine Assisted Therapy)


Benefits
Physical Benefits:
• Improved balance.
• Strengthened muscles.
• Improved coordination, faster reflexes, and better motor planning.
• Stretching of tight or spastic muscles.
• Decreased spasticity.
• Increased range of motion of the joints.
• Reduction of abnormal movement patterns.
• Improved respiration and circulation.
• Improved appetite and digestion.
• Sensory integration.

Psychological Benefits
• General sense of well-being.
• Improved self-confidence
• Increased interest in the outside world.
• Increased interest in one’s own life.
• Improved risk-taking abilities.
• Development of patience.
• Emotional control and self-discipline.
• Sense of normality.

Social Benefits
• Friendship.
• Development of respect and love for animals.
• Increased experiences.
• Enjoyment.

I am St. George!

Today, we celebrated Labor Day by... Wait for it... Laboring. Three-ish hours of weed-whacking. (Or weed-eating? That's what we always called it, but now it seems odd, since I really am not interested in consuming any weed I have met up til now...Maybe I am just hanging out with the wrong crowd of weeds.) A nice rest and then a few more hours of mowing. ( I ruled that riding mower/atv/four-wheeler. Yeah, I am one tough lawn/jungle controller. You know it.) Meanwhile, boss-lady took care of pulling and burning those weeds (nee. trees.) that were so large my poor lawn tools were not up to the task. She also rebuilt the barn door and completely de-winter-coated the mamma dog that has been too busy to worry about those kinds of things. Yeah, you can be impressed. We are wild-west, rockin', ranchin', tough chicks. We got this. 

Speaking of that, there was only one small screech when this lovely snake fellow turned up on the porch after supper. (The sound did not come from me. Sure served to get my blood pumpin' though.) Apparently he was not too pleased with the amount of unrest we had been creating on the property.  

While alive, He looked like this...

 And closer...

 And blurrier...

There may have been extreme zoom, long armed aiming and slight trepidation involved in the blurriness of these shots. I had not yet determined what kind, and hence, what level of danger was present...

Here he is... less cohesive...

Don't worry, I got it.
But good.

Here, I saved this for you...

 (*Big evil grin*)

 I am only very slightly hoping this creeps someone out.

Okay, maybe more than slightly. But to be kind, I will not describe the shovel technique, or the strong curl and strike he tried several times, or the decapitation itself, or even how cool it was when the body hit the hot ashes in the fire-pit causing... muscle freak out. (It's a technical term, okay?)

Just cause I am so very sensitive like that. Or something. Plus, the boss really isn't hot on the whole subject matter, so I might want to keep my own counsel. 

Just imagine Saint George & the Dragon and you have the exact picture of me in this situation. 

Yeah, I rocked today. 

In case anyone was wondering, I think the consensus is leaning towards Mesa Verde Night Snake as the official calling card of the visitor. They are only very slightly toxic, so not as bad as finding a rattler or some such on the porch. 

But I am open to other opinions...