Wild and Wonderful Hello!
Hey all, checking in from Wild, Wonderful (and windy) West Virginia. Thought I’d let you all know I’m still breathing, still riding, and yes indeed still having lots of fun playing with the ponies.
I doubt I’ve posted since the re-loaded wedding this summer,
we’ve been busy playing catchup on all the farm stuff we let sit while preparing for and escaping from the festivities this summer… and we’re still dragging our heels here and there on getting pictures up from said extravaganza.
That, and setting up for the sale or refinance of my house in Front Royal… if anyone wants to buy a house in an awesome riding area; send me a PM. It’s right about 5 miles from the BRP in FR and on the AT.
Been a strange year. I’ve ridden horses more than motorcycles this year, but had adventures on both. Been blessed to meet people and ride on some farms with trails and scenery that take your breath away, and had both horse and bike riding through Antietam battlefield.
About the only thing I can possibly think of to complain about… my commute is too short… although really, really fun… to ride to work. It takes longer to get suited up than it does to get to the office. 5 miles. 6 minutes including the trip down the driveway. But on the weekends, fun can be had in all points of the compass.
So, with running a farm and all, I’ve been pretty much lurking via iphone in downtime between feeding and fun,
Friesians and Fords,
horses and iron,
Belgians and Belg…
Our best to all,
Mark & Kirsten
Wisdom from a cappucino stout.
“Coffee is my Shepherd; I shall not doze. It maketh me to wake in green pastures. It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses. It restoreth my brain. It leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for it’s name’s sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of sleep, I will fear no artificial sweetener for thou art with me; Thy cream and thy sugar they comfort me. Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence of my zzz’s. Thou anointst my day with sunlight: My cup runneth over. Surely richness and flavor shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of Cappucino forever… let us sip… or whatever.”
What’s the only thing rowdier than 50 pissed-off bikers?
Well, according to this story from down under, it’s the local bingo club.
I’m not a huge fan of violence. but this story on CNN rocks! Apparently a bunch of bendejos decided to rob a biker bar… with a bunch of bikes out front. 50 vs 3. Wonder who won that one. Proof that 1%’ers can be good guys too :=)
But if you look closely at the last part… looks like the bingo club is ever more fierce and terrible about their meetings being interrupted!
Cheers to all our friends down under! Rubber side down, guys!
Mark
Just a quick hello…
Been kind of crazy of late, working the usual rotation at work, setting up websites, and now, posting blogs posts about horses for sale and hoping that they get reindexed with some kind of regularity. May google index away 🙂
Also getting some neat website affiliates for the other sites. Intend to continue to have fun along the way :=)
Have yuu tha Wing?
There are times I can hardly believe it myself. After so long of wondering if I’d ever find someone I could get along with and be actually happy… it finally happenned… I’m officially Married :=) For pictures of my smart, wonderful, talented briode, scroll down!
We had a wonderful, candle-lit ceremony in garb and are actively engaged in planning a much larger extravaganza this summer…
Twuu Wuuv…
Mark
Wow, Long time, no post…
And what a ride it’s been. Been really busy standing up a dozen or so websites, moving my blog off of blogger and onto wordpress, and in general, making ahuge mess of everything that’s supposed to come out looking like a beautifully manicured garden of web goodness :=)
Keep codin, keep codin.. It starts here: Natural Horse Training Methods
Best wishes to everyone in the new year!
Merry Christmas…
… to anyone I missed on this morning’s frenzy of phone calls…
Abundant blessings in the new year 🙂
Mark
And into the fire…
Today’s pictures came to me of wrapping the wire bundles in nickel:
And into the fire she goes…
Until she becomes a solidly welded piece of steel!
Antsy antsy :=)
From humble beginnings…
So,
For the last 20 or so years, if I ever wanted to really work out, or have a formal garb occasion, or in any size, way, shape or form hold in my hands a real sword… I’ve had to borrow one.
This, soon, will no longer be the case. I have, based on lots of first-hand experience with them, decided that the time has finally come for me to commission a blade made by the Master Bladesmith, Jim Hrisoulas… Atar, the blacksmith of legend at Faire…
I have commissioned a cable sword, first of it’s kind to come out of his shop, after many, many daggers. 🙂
Today I recieved the first in a series of pictures as my blade is forged. Today’s task was to remove the protective coating on the cable strands prepatory to the welding of the cable:
which must first be done by disassembling and then heating and scrubbing the bundled cables. It is from these humbling beginnings:
That will issue forth one of the finest swords a man could hope for.
Part two, coming soon!
Best,
Mark