Strawberry Lane: MouseTrap, The Movie Critic

September 23, 2012

MouseTrap, The Movie Critic

Oh no, not home movies, again!


*I'm going for the OFF switch!*

5 comments:

Lori SkoogSeptember 25, 2012 at 4:19 AM
Good morning. I just looked up my comment from years ago and reread some of your posts. Amazing....
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RobinSeptember 27, 2012 at 5:40 PM
Glad you are posting again!
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Grey Horse MattersOctober 2, 2012 at 11:26 AM
Everyone's a critic! So glad you're back posting again.
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allhorsestuffOctober 18, 2012 at 8:56 AM
Is that your kitty's REAL name, or assumed!
KK
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Strawberry LaneOctober 18, 2012 at 9:33 AM
Hi KK
MouseTrap is his "official" name, but we call him "Mousie", since he is one serious mouse patrol cat in the hay barn.
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How nice of you to take the time to write. I appreciate your stopping by and do love hearing from you. Even though I cannot always reply to each comment, I enjoy reading them.

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Big Fork In The Road

How this farm thing came about is quite unlikely.

I was a Nebraska girl dreaming of living in New York City, wearing Chanel suits, pearls and very high heels. A farm was never part of the plan. Life was about cashmere sweaters, not dirty, muddy shoes.

Then I met a handsome movie star in California. He was charming and good natured, ... but he had a past.

He'd grown up on a farm. He milked cows, rode his horse to school and apparently wore very dirty boots.

He convinced me that our life would be ... normal. And for years, it was. Then, something happened. We decided we needed to live on a farm.

So, that's where we are ... with a barn, horses and all kinds of other creatures necessary to call this a farm. It's true that Hollywood isn't too far away, along with the hectic life that we avoid. There are no dusty roads or Cottonwood trees to line the drive ... this sure isn't Nebraska.

However, with the ocean nearby and all the sunshine, this will do. We love this peaceful life with our animals. And I've become quite attached to my well worn, dusty paddock boots. And, oh by the way, I do wear very tired, very old cashmere sweaters in the barn. Life is good.