Katie's Journal

So I was chatting with a friend the other day, and he was ragging on me for the total number of rodents I have (this was just after I bought Braylon and Kamerion). I jokingly said I was trying to become known as the Crazy Rodent Lady, and Mike, obliging smart-ass that he is, has […]

Grand Master Equestrian Katie purchased a Fore Cart, and is in the process of training her horses to pull it. Eventually, they will pull it together as a team. But first, they have to get very comfortable pulling it alone. Also they need to learn to respond very well to the commands. In this picture, […]

I don’t think I ever found the time to post about my new toys. Back when Dad and I went to the Browns Training Camp (see here and here) we wound our way around to Amish country, and found ourselves at the Pioneer Equipment factory. Yep, we just happened to wander by. Really. Okay, not […]

Around a month ago (give or take) I was at the barn talking with Nancy. We were discussing how old our bunnies were, and Nancy was lamenting that since she didn’t want to see hers live alone, she kept buying friends for it, and he kept outliving them. My poor bunny lives alone, but at […]

Yesterday we were out running errands, and we ended up at PetCo to get more cat litter. I of course always wander through the little critters section, and in a cage for adoption they had a little white dwarf hamster. She was *so* cute, and of course I immediately wanted one. We got the litter, […]

The year was 1975. The place was Rice Lake, Ontario, Canada.  The people were my best love and my two brothers. The monumental event was “The Mon’s Breakfast”. While we normally counted on Emily for breakfast, we decided to give her a break and go to a restaurant. It was a small, Mom & Pop […]

I have owned a number of cars in my lifetime, but there is one that remains my all-time favorite vehicle. It was my first car, and I called her Olive. She remains very special to me, and I wish that I had never sold her. Olive came into my life as a gift from my mother. […]