Let's keep this blog moving . . .

Not that I don't love looking at pictures of Nikki and Twila lying on Dad, but I think we need a new picture on the blog. If for nothing else than to attract new off-beat comments. So without further ado, I present . . . Ella and her dashing uncle!



I'm pretty sure this picture was taken just after I told Ella that she couldn't hold the ducks. Although it's also possible she'd just learned that Fletcher's not actually her older brother. Both events were pretty traumatic.

Easter morning back at home base...

So I awoke late this Sunday morning to grogilly crawl out of bed and climb down the stairs to find dad laying on the floor like this:




Yeah. This picture speaks for itself. No, not really. I actually awoke to a breakfast of waffles this morning, and dad was dressed in a pink easter bunny costume singing easter carols to Twilah and Nikki. Good times around here. Good times.

A Jaunt in the Snow on Easter Weekend

A happy Easter weekend to all!

Here are a couple of pictures from our snowshoeing this morning and Ella's visit with the horses.

We've been under a blizzard warning almost continuously for the last five days and the snow is proof that warnings in the UP are a little different from those LP forecasts. I think the current total is just over three feet of fresh powder. We had bare ground on Monday and I was starting to work on plants in the yard. Winter came back on Tuesday.

We had a great time snowshoeing. Even Fletcher seemed to enjoy himself for being a Southern dog. He had been rather depressed to have spring snatched out from under his paws without warning. But some extra rations and this walk in the woods lifted his spirits.


Here's Ella and me with our friends' Belgian, Star. Shortly after this photo was taken she sampled Ella's mitten. It's a good thing for mitten strings!

Ella's been practicing up on all her animal noises and she will expect you to know your noises when she visits next week. She likes the farm animals, but she is also familiar with the animals of greater Africa and some of the South American species.

Again I wish you a happy Easter. I encourage you to submit your most Easterly picture, as we have done here.

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New Ella Photos

That's right. There are new photos of Ella posted on our photosite. We'll try to get some winter photos posted soon (since it's now very spring-like here in Hancock and our snow is essentially gone). We hope that you enjoy seeing Ella in photos this way (so that it's not just a complete waste of our time to update our site!), and we know that you'll really enjoy seeing her in person in just a few weeks! She's growing and changing daily - and her vocabulary is blossoming.

We're looking forward to visiting with you guys!

Go to Mikesblogspot!

I didn't want to clog up the barnhartcentral blogspot with my impressions of Arizona, so I wrote it on my blogspot http://www.mikesblog-mike.blogspot.com/ You can go there, but I must warn you, it is a long story, and not for the faint of heart. Women and small children may not be able to take it.

Arizony here I come!

I'm off to Arizona, that great state of Rattlesnakes, Deserts, Mountains, and Grand Canyons. I will return after I have conquered them all- probably around 7PM on Wednesday. In the mean time, hold down the cushions of ease with your soft bodies while I go show Arizonians how a real man can tear up their state. My plane leaves Detroit at 2:10PM today (Saturday), I'm bringing some hand tools in my carryon just in case I have to climb out on the wing and fix an engine while in flight. You just never know.

What's With the Disinterest!!?!?!

Everyday, I check this webpage in hope of seeing the posts of yesteryears in which people posted, commented, and were merry. But those days are gone. Instead, I find the lackluster comments of obliging people. Where did the fun go??!! Have you guys really tricked yourselves into thinking you have real lives that are more important than the Barnhart Blog?

In an attempt to draw the attention back to where it belongs, I will be issuing a prize to the first person who leaves a comment.

And now, a visual representation of the activities of the Barnhart household members. You get to decide who is who.

An Editorial from Mike

Hell's hottest fires are being reserved for Weather Forecastors and Lawyers. This statement is prompted by yet another cancellation of an event because of standard winter weather. We have had such mild winters lately that when it does actually snow or get cold or the wind actually blows (like it always used to in winters past), the weather forecastors are practically wetting their pants while they shout out the warnings of death to everyone who is foolish enough to listen to them. This is the first punch of a one-two knockout punch for any winter time event that happens to fall on a day when snow also falls. The second punch comes from the lawyers, they are the insidious ones, not saying anything, but quietly waiting, anxious to rush into any calamity and pronounce condemnation and point out the utter irresponsibility of anyone who would dare not cancel an event on account of a weather forecast. You can just imagine them in court, villifing for example a middle school principal who failed to cancel an event, daring to use his own judgement, when some type of accident happened associated with that event, we all know who's judgement would be called reckless and irresponsible and liable for all damages whether it is reasonable or not. Event organizers know the lawyers are always there, and to prevent being dragged into court and sued to oblivion, they take the safe path and just cancel events at the slightest sign of inclemite weather. We are raising a generation of wimps and sissies. Why, if God didn't want us to go out and challenge the storms, he wouldn't have created monster trucks and put an SUV in almost every driveway. Worried about 40 car pileups? Humbug! most of these SUV's could make a new road around the accident without even staining a hubcap. I say, we have what it takes to shake our fist at the storm and come back laughing, so lets do it! And let the Weather Forecastors and Lawyers slither back under their rocks.

Updated Gift List

This is being posted as a request. Anyone may feel free to purchase from it though.

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Hamsterland!

I know that everyone has been anxious to see pictures of my hamsters. Or rather, everyone would like to see my improved hamster cage that I spent three nights building in the shed.

Previously, my hamster had to deal with a cramped cage (converted aquarium) that had one too many hamster toys in it. Since clearing out the toys would make his home much less interesting, I decided that the only option was to build a high-rise extension to sit on top of the aquarium. Most of the sides and the top are covered with wired mess, to keep the air circulating in there. The front, however, has a glass door that swings open for easy feeding access. There are a couple little platforms that I also built to give him room to crawl around.

By the way, Daniel, if you're reading this, can you look at the wheel and see why it's hanging down like that? I just noticed it in the picture. Hopefully it can just be straightened back up easily. I really don't feel like buying another one of those. The wheels are more expensive than the hamsters!

On a slightly related note, I have also unearthed one of the only pictures of my old dwarf hamster that I had when I was little. I admit that I feel pretty sorry for the little bugger. Not only is his food dish sorrowfully unbountiful, but his options for entertainment look like they're pretty much limited to a steel running wheel. I think the thing squeeked pretty badly too (the wheel, not the hamster). Oh well. Poor thing.

Birthday Boy Alert

In case you have been immersed in bad weather, or colds and flu, or are on holiday in foreign countries and haven't poked your head up to see what is going on in the rest of the world, here is a birthday boy alert. Steven Michael Barnhart was born February 17th, 1979 in Alpena Michigan. It was a very cold day, in fact it was -36 degrees below 0 F that morning long ago before global warming turned us all into winter wimps. If you are looking desparately for birthday ideas, call me, I have contact with a little birdie in the UP who has ideas. PS Steve don't read this blog.

Janell the Driver

20 years ago? 2 days ago? Who can tell? Janell's carefree, happy-go-lucky disposition behind the wheel is one of life's timeless constants.

Straight from the Source

After many years, I've finally tracked down the source for many year's worth of devotional readings. Cleverly, Uncle Charlie and Co. have disguised their devotion sweatshop as a storefront for piano lessons. I think we really know what's going on behind those closed shades, though. Thousands of Melissas, Kyles, Rubys, and Stevens are going about their daily lives, learning valuable lessons about things like not saying bad words and not lying about those cookies they stole. I attempted to infiltrate the operation to deliver a few lessons of my own, but the posted hours are only weeknights from 11:15 to 11:30 pm.

In one final note, I did take the opportunity to walk around the facility and, curiously, noticed a mustard jar in a car parked behind the building.

Update:
There seems to be some question regarding the veracity of this post, so I present, for the record, this photo of a mustard jar in the car.

Need to talk to someone? Call Ella!

If you need to talk to someone, and she isn't taking a nap, I'm sure Ella will be glad to take your call. She says "Hi" And "Bye Bye" and can tell you what sounds animals make. Call soon, before the rush starts and you can't get through.

Meet Groucho, Bruno, Sherlock and Wolfdad

This winter we have been blessed with a household of small animals. They are all quite active and cute, except for Daniel. I'd like to introduce you to:

Sherlock, who has escaped from his cage twice already,


and Groucho and Bruno, by whom the kitchen has already been christened multiple times.


"You guard the door. I'll, uh, be guarding that weird looking box over there."


And lastly, Dad turning into some unknown creature of the full moon.

The Living Room

Just thought we'd update everyone on the progress made over Christmas break in the living room. It isn't complete, but it's a huge improvement. If you notice a large circle on the wall in the new photos, that's the flash reflecting off a mirror. :)

Right when we moved in...

After I ripped out the carpet and put down the vapor barrier
(notice the tile that was under the carpet)

After finishing the floor, but no trim yet.

The finished product (with some decorating to do though)

Another view...

I'll post more photos when we finish. :)

Stepping Out in Style

Well, I hate to presume this is more interesting than a Scrib's pizza on New Year's Eve, but I've mentioned my sporting of a tuxedo T-shirt on New Year's and more than one person has asked to see a picture of it (to be clear, actually, two people asked to see a picture of it).

So, to quiet the clamoring (seriously, people, I can't deal with all the emails and phone calls), here's a photo of me in said tuxedo T-shirt. My date, who severely underestimated my ability to be dually formal and casual, is the lovely Rachel Schreiner (Matt's wife Leah's younger sister). It was generally agreed that she had the best dress at the party.

For anyone curious, the tuxedo T-shirt has been steam-cleaned and pressed and is hanging in my closet as it awaits the next formal occasion. I might be able to swing a deal on these for your wedding, David.

It doesn't get any better than this!

Scribs Pizza and New Years Eve, what a combination! Happy New Year!

Oops, someone made a mistake

Sorry if this caused any confusion, someone posted the wrong tree last week. I caught the error and am fixing it. The person responisible for making the mistake has been removed from the payroll. We don't tolerate mistakes around hear.