Month: July 2011

Come To My Window

Tchad

Well, it is probably a good thing I am going back to Wisconsin and then down to Elliott, IN for a bit.

I have a cute neighbor across the alley behind the offices… I have noticed him before, he has lived there a couple of years, but he recently started talking to me across the alley from his window.  In his boxer shorts. Talking about horses and sailing.  POW.  Right in the jaw. Then tells me that “You know where to find me!  Just yell over!”

Now, I know as an adult when to let things be.  I know that mild flirtation is just that.  But when I start sitting in that window just on larks all of the sudden… well… Houston we have a problem.  The same problem a lot of smitten 12 year old girls have.

So we shall see what happens but I really need to put a lid on it.

Spartacus, Jesus, And The Lack of a Fourth Servile War

Tchad

I would like to read about this, so if this is your line of work and you want to steal this for a paper of some kind, please do.

I was thinking that there is some tie between Christianity and the lack of a fourth Servile War in Rome.

I don’t have any more for you than that, but you are welcome to it.

Thanks.

Gaul Reiten V. Riding Gauls

Tchad

As I was riding today, I remembered part of an old WWII era joke I heard one of the old men at the VFW tell.

I always understood the German for horse as Pferd.  I was doing something online and came across Gaul as an alternative.
And all of the sudden the half-remembered punchline of this forgotten joke made sense.  It had to do with riding a Gaul (Frenchie) as if she were a Gaul (horse).

And there you have it.  A joke I don’t really remember that I just figured out after a 20 year comic pause.

 

 

Reite Das Pferd /Nicht/ Das Pferd Wird Von Mir Geritten

Tchad

I rode again today for the first time in a while…

Here we go!

My horse was Kayla, a chestnut Quarter Horse with (what seemed like) an even disposition.  Even until we got out on the track, that is.  She was pulling me this way and that and then started cantering to the barn.

View to the North as I got dragged along the track.

View to the North as I got dragged along the track.

We eventually came to an understanding, but not before a couple of scares.  Once we began to understand each other, we really had a nice time.

Riding in the practice field.

Riding in the practice field.

Like Cyndi was saying: Horses just want a leader.  The herd mentality is strong and they need that direction.  If they don’t get it, they assume it for themselves.

Out of the Gate!

Out of the Gate!

So we rode for a while in the heat and it was really nice.

A lot of the time I will talk to myself in a kind of broken piginy German.  In this case, I kept repeating “Reite Das Pferd! Nichts Das Pferd Wird Von Mir Geritten!”  A real German would laugh at that, I think… They would rather see something like: “Gerittente Pferd” or something, but whatever.  I use the word Tagleuchter too, so what do you want?

I know what you want.  You want more pictures from Getaway Farms.

Well, here you go:

 

 

The Champagne of Beers Tastes Like Child Abuse to Me

Tchad

I think I made my Uncle Roger mad.

He is the beer expert in the family and I asked him what made Miller High Life beer taste so specific.  There is this kind of astringent peak-i-ness to it that I can taste and smell from a mile away.

My Uncle Gary (his brother) used to drink it all the time.  He was not a very nice person and was pretty hard on me and my brothers in the name of “manly fun”. This included being picked up by the ears, being thrown around, and any number of other fun things… all while surrounded by the distinct bouquet of MHL.

So I asked Uncle Roger what made the flavor so different so that when I am talking about Miller High Life beer I can say “oh, it is the yeasts” instead of “it tastes like child abuse”. In my mind, the smell of child abuse isn’t whiskey and cigarettes or leather or rope.  It isn’t duct tape or the basement closet with its mold and slightly damp air… it is MHL.

Roger said that it probably IS the yeasts.  He did not comment on the child abuse.

 

Just FYI For Your Next Trip To Wisconsin

Tchad

These people can DRINK.

I mean they DRINK.

For real.  I grew up with rabid teetotalers on one side and just as rabid alcoholics on the other* and have NEVER seen this much booze consumed.

So prep your liver before you come, cause they start early and run late.

*Why yes, extended family gatherings were very interesting, thank you.