Monday, February 9, 2015

Sticks And Stones

We have come to an age where you must be very careful what you say - you may inadvertently poke the sensitivity bear.
Happy Holidays is now written on many cards to appease the non-Christians.  As Good Friday is coming, I wonder how many of those non-Christians are using that day as a holiday.  It should go both ways as I see it.
"I may only fit a size XXXXXL but don't call me fat, I have a medical condition - you are being disrespectful to me if you ask me not to sit in your plastic lawn chair!"
No lady, I just don't want to buy another chair.
"When you say, that I look like death warmed over, would that not be showing disrespect for all of the people buried in the cemetery?"
How are they going to know?
"How would you feel if you had no arms, and someone called a three legged dog Tripod?"
Probably nothing, since I have no arms.
How about...a true story this is (all is true in these ramblings)...of the highway worker who had been notified by his supervisor that he was causing abuse to animals.  A motorist had noted him dragging a dead deer off of the highway.  This is abuse to all intelligent people.
"You must have been dropped as a baby."
HUGE disrespect to all ugly people.
"Meet my dog Lil' Midge."
Sorry dwarf people...little people....short statured humans.
I used to play Cowboys and its Cowboys and First Nations People.
When an aboriginal calls himself an Indian, does he have self respect?
"Don't call me a crooked gives crooks a bad name."
I have a cat named Snothead.  I apologize to all those people with sinus problems.
Please don't go postal on me. 
Canada Post workers will take it to heart.

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

The Many Faces Of Facebook

Will you accept my friend request?  Hello......helloooooo?
Why at this time in my life do I find it important that a person accepts my friend request?  Why do I feel like the 7 year old barred from the sandbox when some one does not accept my request, or worse yet - unfriends me. 
Oh my God....why are they not liking my post?  What did I do to them that they would ignore my posts.  Why are they not following me?  Did I write  something wrong in the past?  Did I post a picture I shouldn't have? I have to block.  I certainly don't need that poison in my life.  Does not matter if you are are now dead to me.
Who is this person that I have friended who now throws words out that hurt like a dagger....I thought they were a friend. I guess they were more of an acquaintance - best click that box.  I hate to unfriend you, since I do want to see what you are up to.  Maybe there should be a stalker box to be clicked.
Whoa, I sure don't agree with what you say, I am going to have to put my two cents there in there.  Now that there is no pennies in Canada, that rounds down to 0 cents.  Guess that is what it is worth.
I will try poking you, and see if you still remember me, since it has been ages since you have liked or responded to anything I have written.  Possibly I will gain the courage and send you a private message.  Or I can be gutsy and have the whole Facebook world read about it.
Okay....just one more picture of my cat, I really want you to like him as much as I do.  Better yet, I will give him his own page, so that you can know him personally.
Tis a sad day when a cat's Facebook page gets more likes than a person.
Tis a sad day that it bothers you that a cat gets more likes than you do.
Tis a sad day when the definition of a friend is limited to the confines of a multibillion website.
Guess what -  just because it says they are a Facebook friend, that does not that make them a true friend.
(((Ring, Ring)))) Hello?  Oh, hello friend.  God I like to hear from you.

Monday, February 2, 2015

Holidaying With The Dogs

Well it seems like a distant memory, a whirlwind trip down to the Denver Stock Show and back. The drive through Montana and Wyoming was done at breakneck speed.

 As we moved south, the snow seemed to be just a memory.
 We got to Penley's Inn and bedded down Karma with the sheep - her next big adventure was yet to come.
 The sun shone brightly that first morning.  There was a little scare as Karma had decided to leave, but within a few hours she was back with her sheep.  Maybe she was scared of this cat.
 That first day we went and got our badges and such at the show office, That night we went out for supper with Karma's new owner Sharon.  I knew that Karma would do great in her adventure.
In the morning, it had seemed that some snow had followed us.
 Sharon and Karma got ready and hit the road.  I am sure Karma was wondering what the hell was going on.
 We then went in to take in the show,  At this time the every popular Wagyu cattle were being shown. Okay, maybe not that popular.
 But it was popular enough for this fellow to attend - the ex-president of Mexico.  
He was searching for cattle for his next job.
 We walked...and walked...and walked through the pens of cattle.
 There was a carload show, and we sat back and watched.... others dozed off.
 We walked some more and saw a little cattle. 
 And I do mean little.  Mini herefords...for the midget.
 Hairy Highlanders were seen.
Porcine heaven.
Sheep in people clothing.
On the first night we saw Dancing with Horses - like Dancing With The Stars....without the stars.

We were hitching to have a good time.
We were able to take in the cattle dog trial, wishing we could have entered it as well.
We watched Steve Rosvold from Manitoba win the go round and get into the finals - we would come the next day to root for the lone Canadian.
Before we did that, we would take in the trade fair.  Very dangerous these fairs are...if you look them in the eye, they will attack you with their sales pitch.
We watched the finals the next day, but since I had to keep some pixie dust back, Steve was not able to win the whole enchilada.

Before the sheep dog trial, I watched a few steer shows.  I considered entering a steer in for next year, the night before, the Champion Steer brought $100,000 - some expensive taste.
The paparazzi were out in full force.
Chris and June were the first ones to go.
June showed that the girls could be moved around.
In the end, I got both Ky and Floss in the finals.  Floss would come away with the Reserve banner, losing by 1 point to John Holman and Roy.  I should have paid the judge a better complement.
As the dogs moved out, the mules moved in.

The next day, Kelly would try her paws at her first arena trial.  She did great for her first round, but the wheels fell off in the second round.  Someone did ask if I would leave her in Colorado...not this time.
As we headed out, only a few were left behind.  These Highlander's owners were seen drinking scotch whiskey the night before.
We made it to Billings, Montana, and saw what was to offer.
No trip is complete without a trip to this store.
We got home to see the sun set on Mankota..home sweet home.  
 A gold star is awarded to the Penley Inn - for Nancy and Kurt for putting up with us.
Hopefully we can return the favor in the near future!
Hopefully next year, we can bring another banner home!