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Ok, not really. Although, while it was September, when you have a costume contest for horses, you might as well go all the way right into Halloween…………..

Last year, we were introduced to a Fun Show. Part of that fun show was the costume contest. We hadn’t planned on going, and the folks we were with supplied the ideas and accessories for the costumes. That year, only the youngest placed, but we had fun.

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This year, we decided to go all out, and did a bit of planning.

The older two were easy to decide, but the youngest gave us fits. In the end, we decided to give her a hodge-podge; using bits and pieces we found out shopping and then recycling a reversible vampire cape I had made for my son the one year, eons ago. We had Halo all decked out, but by the time we got to judging, much of her accessories had been shed already. 😆

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Her legs had been wrapped red at one point, but didn’t stay that way long.

 

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She placed 4th. 😀

My oldest daughter decided to go as Little Red Riding Hood; her horse being Grandma. Hilarious! This necessitated whipping up a costume for him including a cape and a wee little hat- the night before.

I had taken a double kick to my leg on the trail ride the day before {and folks- if you KNOW your horse is kicky, do everyone a favor and either YELL to the person behind you so they don’t have to get closer to you; don’t STOP and block the rest of the riders, or better yet, USE A FREAKING RED RIBBON LIKE THE REST OF US DO WHO HAVE HORSES THAT MIGHT KICK- it’s not rocket science.}, and was not a happy camper by that point. But, we came home early evening, and I sat and got it all sewn up so we could head out by 7 am the following morning.

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She got 2nd place.

Now, somewhere along the line, I saw a picture that I thought was really cool. I showed it to my middle daughter, and she fell in love. She did a brief practice run, and we knew we would have to push on the actual day.

Originally, they told us we had two hours. In reality, they gave us about an hour and 15 minutes. Needless to say, she didn’t get it all done, even with some sloppy help from me.

She still took 1st place. Not bad for the second time trying at it as a 12-year-old. 😀

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Here are a few more random pics.

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At the end of the day, we had a great time!

The kicks totally derailed my running, and I’m pretty sure they were stress fractures, both of them. After several weeks of rest, I started easing back into, but I’m still not 100%. Those spots are still lumpy and sore to the touch. It took a few weeks to be able to bend my leg, but it didn’t stop me from riding a few weeks later.

*** We didn’t invent the wheel on the skeleton horse, of course. The idea came from the brilliant Knot Just Rope. She has a fantastic tutorial, and I’m sure we’ll be doing this again.

That was one of the high points of our year, as you can imagine. Stay tuned- more writing soon! 😀

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So. Where were we?

This bi-coastal living sucks. Big time. Over the last year, I have learned well how I am absolutely not cut out for single parenting.

One might think that being home on this side of the country with the girls is easy enough. Not.

It’s like living in a frat house but everything is pink. And glittery.

We’re waiting on the guys to come home to celebrate Christmas. The stocking candy has, however, already been raided. I doubt the guys will get any by the time they are able to make it home.

Seeing as we’re at the end of the year, I’ll try to go back and highlight some of the things we’ve done. I’ve got reviews on the new Vibrams to get to, etc.

Right now, I guess I’ll start with the horses.

We added another horse to our herd, bringing the total now to 7. Haven is another Tennessee Walking Horse, and has a really nice gait. She came to us via a friend of ours over the border.

One thing we learned this season is that we needed a spare. We’ve done a number of trail rides; the four of us girls going to the ones nearby. While I could in a total pinch pull 4 horses in my stock trailer, I don’t much like it. I’ve been shuttling us 2 horses at a time, which really only works for rides that are relatively close. My oldest daughter and I have done a few rides that were further away, since I couldn’t double back due to distance.

On the last ride with all of us, we got all the way there, got my youngest’s mare out, only to discover a bloody foot, courtesy of kicking while loaded. It wasn’t terribly bad, but a fun show was the following day, and we didn’t want to take a chance that she couldn’t be ridden. So, on the return trip to get the other horses, I took her back home and traded her out for another.

Given that we actually made use of a spare horse, it was time to think about getting another spare, in the event Hunny was home and something like this happened. When my friend contacted me with the opportunity to get this horse, we decided to drive up and give her a test ride.

She is one of the youngest horses, and is so far doing well. We are looking forward to better, non-soggy weather to ride once hunting season is over.

 

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My oldest daughter and I were laughing just the other day- when we decided to go all out on horses, we really had planned to get more horses like Magic, so that the herd colors would be diverse, given that we already had two bays and a red. With the additions of both Blaze and Haven, we now have a mostly “brown” herd. 😆 Somehow, we have gotten completely smitten with that color! 😀

 

 

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Go watch the video. I’ll wait. 🙂

Ok. Everybody here?

If you’ve been reading my book reviews, you’ll probably remember that I generally like Sigmund Brouwer’s books, and don’t shy away from reviewing them.

This one, though…… I’m starting off with my rating. I’d give this book 10 stars if I could.

Go. Read. It.

This is a story, which, while fiction, was inspired by the author’s own parents’ experiences. {That hooks me every time.} It starts with a picture of a young boy’s freedom, family life, and conflict with another boy of similar age. By the end of the book, we’ve gone full circle; right to old age and deeply buried secrets.  thiefofglory

The tale of those secrets- of love lost; assault; tragic decisions made by parents; protection- all revealed- is told through the eyes of an aged man, seeing through his childhood eyes.

Compelling. Riveting, Gut wrenching. Heartbreaking.

“Thus, in solitude one night all these decades later, while still cognizant of the words I spoke, I found the strength and courage to fold my hands together and bow my head and finally ask His mercy.

I etch these last words not from a need after my death to share and dissipate the shame of what I did on the night my mother died at the internment camp, but from a desire to comfort Laura and Rachel, who led me, for the first time since that horrible night, to find the courage in that solitude and pour out my soul in prayer and weep with all the anguish I had denied myself for far too long.”

It’s been a while since a book has affected me like this. I imagine it will be a good long while until I read another one like it.

Go. Read. It.

I received this book for free from WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group for this review.

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