Are you super impressed and jealous that I indeed know two languages? One is English, the other is sarcasm. Up until now I had wondered if it could be considered more of a dialect because technically its still the same English words that you are speaking.... But considering the events of last weekend I don't think that is the case any longer.
I like to drive horses that pull wagons, buggies, plows, whatever. I enjoy it very much and I have done this my entire life. I would also like to think that just by looking at me, one might be able to tell that I have indeed driven more than one wagon, one time in my life.
Last Friday night I was asked to drive a wagon during the grand entry of a local rodeo and haul the Rodeo committee's chairman and vice-chairman around. No problemo. Not only did I haul them around, I was in the arena a few more times hauling barrels for the barrel racing both in and out. Again, no problemo.
After the rodeo ended that evening, a local woman who I thought had a fairly good grasp on the fact that this was a normal occurrence for me, I enjoy outdoor activities, I am my father's only son, etc., asked, "Oh my, you did a good job with driving that big ol' horse! How did you learn to do that?"
To which I replied, "Well, I watched a couple of videos on the internet this afternoon and it looked simple enough. I'm glad it went alright!"
Her very eager, very serious reply? "Oooooh - I need to watch those too!"
I just waiting for that rumor to make it around town and finally get back to me. That's me, master you-tube-video-watcher.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Wednesday, August 15, 2012
Let's synchronize our watches...
Now that I have the J-O-B, I'm not there for the little girls as much as I used to be. We don't get those long walk/runs every morning, and lots of our quality time in general has been compromised. I'm a sucky pseudo dog parent. Laurie really misses getting her toenails painted, but that's another story for another day...
Anyhoo, every morning I drive away with two little angelic faces waving goodbye and wishing me well for the day. 99% of my evenings I also pull into the drive to see two angelic faces eagerly waiting my arrival and asking how my day went.
Earlier this week as I drove home at my usual time, I got a call from the in-laws, telling me that the girls had been at their place during the afternoon...... and that they were at their place (perhaps a few miles away) almost every afternoon. Whoopsidaisies.
I drove thataway to pick them up. Pull into the drive, no girls. No girls anywhere. I called and called for them, all to no avail. I had finally given up and started on my drive home, where lo-and-behold, two little girls were trotting down the road, frantically trying to make it back in time to undoubtedly meet me for their unwritten 5:45 curfew. Whew.
Same scenario. I got home tonight a bit early after a few afternoon appointments. I pulled into the drive and it looked like a ghost town. No Walmart-esque greeters waiting for me eagerly. Bummer.
Lo and behold, at 5:45 I opened up the kitchen door into the shop and looked down to find two angelic faces staring back up at me.
"Where have you been?" I asked the guilty parties, to which I received the smart-alecky reply, "What you talkin' bout, Willis?"
I keep trying to explain to Wesley that if we got the girls some sort of bluetooth/cellphone/intercom system at the house that I could call and let everyone know when I was going to get home. Thus far I have been veto'ed by the boss man. Stay tuned to see if we can get him outvoted...
Anyhoo, every morning I drive away with two little angelic faces waving goodbye and wishing me well for the day. 99% of my evenings I also pull into the drive to see two angelic faces eagerly waiting my arrival and asking how my day went.
Earlier this week as I drove home at my usual time, I got a call from the in-laws, telling me that the girls had been at their place during the afternoon...... and that they were at their place (perhaps a few miles away) almost every afternoon. Whoopsidaisies.
I drove thataway to pick them up. Pull into the drive, no girls. No girls anywhere. I called and called for them, all to no avail. I had finally given up and started on my drive home, where lo-and-behold, two little girls were trotting down the road, frantically trying to make it back in time to undoubtedly meet me for their unwritten 5:45 curfew. Whew.
Same scenario. I got home tonight a bit early after a few afternoon appointments. I pulled into the drive and it looked like a ghost town. No Walmart-esque greeters waiting for me eagerly. Bummer.
Lo and behold, at 5:45 I opened up the kitchen door into the shop and looked down to find two angelic faces staring back up at me.
"Where have you been?" I asked the guilty parties, to which I received the smart-alecky reply, "What you talkin' bout, Willis?"
I keep trying to explain to Wesley that if we got the girls some sort of bluetooth/cellphone/intercom system at the house that I could call and let everyone know when I was going to get home. Thus far I have been veto'ed by the boss man. Stay tuned to see if we can get him outvoted...
Tuesday, August 7, 2012
Random thoughts and oddities
*First off, everyone knows that snakes are evil. I mean, the devil was one in the Bible for pete's sake. That being said, if one were to beat a snake to death with a shovel on her parent's veranda while her puppies were watching and she was screaming bloody murder..... Hypothetically, if a snake is to come back and haunt me for the rest of my days, what sort of life form to you believe it would take on? Discuss and get back with me. I'm tired of looking over my shoulder for I-don't-know-what.
*Next subject, (sorry I'm so random today), my family is getting really good at thinking of humorous times in our past and saying, "Blog that." This is one of those times.
Wesley and I got married a few years ago, and it was quite a time. Most people were 'feeling no pain' that night, but definitely the next morning. Of course, when in a 'feeling no pain' state of mind, the genius starts to flow. Cough, cough.
My friend from college, Corey, met Wesley's friend from home, also Corey, that night at our reception. This was a mind-boggling experience for them. Two Corey's. Wooooooowwwwwww.
The two Corey's approached my older sister, their arms around each others shoulders like they were long lost comrades. They explained their predicament to Kara.
"Help us out here. MY name's Corey, HIS name's Corey........ so who's in charge?!"
Which immediately prompted her reply, "Oh my goodness - neither one of you. Ever."
So now when I tell a story involving either one of the Corey's I cease to provide a last name. I now say something along the lines of... "I saw Corey the other day. You know, Corey-Corey who's in charge?" And then I watch as my family members nod their heads in a collective understanding. This can't be normal, right?
*Next subject, (sorry I'm so random today), my family is getting really good at thinking of humorous times in our past and saying, "Blog that." This is one of those times.
Wesley and I got married a few years ago, and it was quite a time. Most people were 'feeling no pain' that night, but definitely the next morning. Of course, when in a 'feeling no pain' state of mind, the genius starts to flow. Cough, cough.
My friend from college, Corey, met Wesley's friend from home, also Corey, that night at our reception. This was a mind-boggling experience for them. Two Corey's. Wooooooowwwwwww.
The two Corey's approached my older sister, their arms around each others shoulders like they were long lost comrades. They explained their predicament to Kara.
"Help us out here. MY name's Corey, HIS name's Corey........ so who's in charge?!"
Which immediately prompted her reply, "Oh my goodness - neither one of you. Ever."
So now when I tell a story involving either one of the Corey's I cease to provide a last name. I now say something along the lines of... "I saw Corey the other day. You know, Corey-Corey who's in charge?" And then I watch as my family members nod their heads in a collective understanding. This can't be normal, right?
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