More Rabbit Trail Stories

*WARNING - this post contains a few things that are very "down to earth." Hey, my family's human!


Our youngest and I met Hubby after his work shift for breakfast this morning at a restaurant in the town nearby. (We had to leave one of the vehicles over there for the day to get worked on.) I don't know what was in that breakfast and coffee, but it sure got me going. Not only was it good, it woke me up for a change.


So we got back home, and I sat down to do a little crocheting before our next appointment. Something came on the TV concerning "fertilizer" on a garden. Well, with the jolt of that good breakfast and coffee, and the way my mind goes from one thing to another, away it went. "Fertilizer" made me think of this story:


Dad, Uncle R (by marriage on Mom's side), and Uncle R's dad were going somewhere in a car while we were visiting them once. Uncle R and his dad were in the front seat. My dad was in the back seat. Well, as is normal for everyone, whether they admit it or not, Dad had to ... you know ... "let one." Pretty soon, it "reached" the front seat, and got Uncle R and his dad's attention. Uncle R said, "I told K (my cousin) to get that horse feed out of the trunk before it spoiled, now it's gone bad." Uncle R's dad said, "Why, R, a horse wouldn't eat that!" Meanwhile, Dad was in the back seat doing his best to hold the laughter in without busting a gut!


Then, thinking of Uncle R and his dad, I thought of another incident (told by Uncle R). He and his dad were out fishing. Uncle R had a white shirt on. They were fishing with liver. Uncle R's dad went to cast out, and accidentally flopped his nasty, bloody liver bait on Uncle R's nice, white shirt. "Thanks, Dad, I always did want liver on my white shirt!"


Then I thought about Aunt C and my mom one time. We were visiting for some kind of celebration, I think, maybe Grandma's birthday. So, Aunt C was in the kitchen trying to make the cake pretty. But something went wrong, and disaster loomed. Mom was standing there, and Aunt C burst out, "Oh, G (my mom), help me!" Then in total exasperation, she added, "P**P!!!" They were two separate comments, but ran together like she said them, it was ... rather humorous. And we kidded Aunt C about it for a long, long time.

Then I thought about my cousin, K, both of us madly into horses. One time when we were visiting, she and I went to a riding place there in the city where they lived. It was just a big field in this urban setting where you could ride. So we got us each a horse to ride, and ... it was with English saddles. English saddles???!!! Never before that, and never since then have I ridden an English saddle. Believe me, though I didn't fall off, it was a constant challenge to feel in balance! I felt like I was teetering all the time. I WANTED THAT HORN AND SOME STIRRUPS WITH SOME SUBSTANCE.


Then that made me think, "It's a good thing I wasn't riding an English saddle while sorting on Amiga." (As if that would happen! An English saddle in a ranch sorting event? No way!) If I hadn't had that horn to grab, I'd have been on the ground! Then I had the most hilarious picture of people trying to sort cattle in English saddles, with everyone ending up on the ground! Maybe that could be a new, cross-cultural event ...