Easter Bunny Captured

Today, the Easter Bunny was captured outside the horse barn at Cobblestone Farm. Mistaken for a wayward woodchuck, the bunny trespassed into one of the tunnels already the private property of unnamed whistlepigs.

Lured by an apple, the Easter Bunny's attorney, maintains this was entrapment and those officials responsible should be charged, rather than his client. At this time, the bunny was released on his own recognisance.

Batteries for Bikes

The weather is beautiful, just the kind of day you want to hop on the bike and go for a spin. Motorcycles were everywhere! I went to the barn hoping to just take a quick trip to town on one of the bikes and not one would start. What a disappointment, since each bike had a battery tender attached to it, but these batteries were old.

So, off I went to Ray C's and bought three new batteries! Yikes, these things ought to install themselves. Some gal needs to invent a "tool" that enables easy removal of the battery from its cramped quarters. The darn thing is just heavy enough that with the arthritis in my thumbs, it's a tough cookie to lift it up and out. This might be a future project.

Apple Pi

Apple Pi Sir Joshua is almost 25 years old now and I thought it fitting for a tribute. Not wanting a memorial, Joshua became a portrait "in the flesh", so to speak while he is still around to see it.

The new tattoo is on my lower right leg, so not to be conspicuous. The artist, Matt Hockaday, is truly a very gifted young man. He painted Medusa in the image of his girlfriend, his daughter riding a rocking horse with wings and has a picture on President George Washington on his wall. His creativity is amazing.

It took over four hours to create Joshua in ink. (Ouch) For the first time in my life, I was happy to have "thunder legs" enabling proper display of this rather large portrait. Just don't tell my Mother!

"Bury me out back"

Shopping for a grave monument is something that I never gave a thought. Dad always said, "Just dig a hole and bury me out back with the critters". He would add that he wanted to be together with my Mother, who wouldn't want to be "buried out back", since she isn't an animal lover.
In order to make this work, we purchased cemetery plots up the road from the house where there are three lovely pine trees. Dad planted over 100 pine trees on our little farm. He loved to cut wood and having his resting place near the trees seems fitting.

We received the veteran's bronze marker, which is very beautiful, but I wanted something special for my Dad. A local monument maker went with an idea and the draft is pictured above.

Since Dad was a ski jumper and served in the 10th Mountain Division during W.W.II, it seemed appropriate.I hope that Dad will like this when it is done.

Sandra & Jesse

Sandra Bullock is a class act and Jesse James is such a disappointment. Their marriage might survive his affair with the tattoo model, Michelle "Bombshell" McGee, but doubtful. The trust Ms. Bullock had for her husband went right out the window once the affair was exposed. No matter what Jesse does or says, this is not something that will be forgiven or forgotten.

Another celeb marriage bites the dust. Sad.

AVATAR, A Love Story

Science fiction movies are not on my list of favorite movie categories and AVATAR was not on the viewing list. After much convincing, I went kicking and screaming with my friend Pat to the Trillium Theater in Grand Blanc to see this phenomenon.

Complete with the 3-D glasses we settled in for one of the most unbelievable movies I have ever seen. With my contraband popcorn and my bottle of tea the journey to Pandora began.

This adventure takes the viewer to a place where simple cat-like creatures live. It is a love story and it is a war. I fell in love with these beings and even held back some tears.

I will be attending this movie again, for the third time, in the very near future.
(See it in IMAX)

3/12/2010 Groundhog Day?

Bob has come out of his burrow, but only for a brief look at our weather. I had left a corn cob in front of his burrow entrance about a week ago, just in the event that Bob might come out and I would miss him. When I noticed the cob had been moved, it was time to check on Bobster. I stuck my hand down the burrow to see if Bob had left his door open. He had and when I reached inside, I found one nice toastie woodchuck. He took my fingers in his mouth and nibbled on them, as if to say, "Hi mommie."

The door, is really bedding that the woodchuck pushes up to block his burrow entrance and keep him warm and free from the drafts as he is in hibernation. I checked on Bob again today and his door was closed. Perhaps it still is not Groundhog Day.