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Home again, home again, jiggity jig

(And we even came back with fat pig: some leftover ribs from Dreamland! Mmmm.) Back! Home! Tired! Surrounded by piles of dirty, sandy laundry! And wired-for-sound kids! And a very happy dog, bounding from person to person to insure we're never EVER leaving her again!

A better and more thorough update to come (including Things That Were Bizarre, Yet Seen Nonetheless! and Funny Topics That May Not Be Funny When You Have 100 Miles To The Next Rest Stop And Your Brain Is Malfunctioning! and my personal favorite, Things I'd Do Differently, Including Gas Station Snacks I Shouldn't Have Eaten!) and the post will have pictures of a


and an amazing book I hate to recommend (based on who wrote it) but will rec nonetheless because it elegantly and eloquently laid out bare all the things I've tried (clumsily) to articulate about religion. But first I must pour myself some water, stretch my legs, and begin sorting through laundry and newspapers piled at my front door by the dog sitter.

<3 <3 <3 <3 (If I missed something important that you want me to know about, now is the time to link! Speak now or...) :*

* miraculous because Caroline wasn't known to be pregnant! Didn't appear pregnant! Has been living with a toothless gelding for 11 months! In conclusion: a new religion based on the foal starts now. We meet whenever, and instead of sacramental water, there's juice for the kids and cocktails for the adults. :D


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Jul. 7th, 2007 02:17 am (UTC)

I finished the ribs tonight. After grunting and slurping like a pig wallowing in the mud, I am currently laid out on the couch, content to die happy because dude, Dreamland! Twice in two days. GD I LOVE RIBS.

I CANNOT WAIT to see pictures of the foal. POST THEM NOW KTHANX.

<3 <3 <3 <3
Jul. 7th, 2007 02:18 am (UTC)
OH! I posted the picture I was telling you about last night in the comm. It's. . . so awesome in its badness. YAY CENTAURS.
Jul. 7th, 2007 02:43 am (UTC)
I HAVE SEEN. Good hell, that made me so happy, I can't even BEGIN.

(Sally is simultaneously whining and bouncing and wagging and licking. GAH! *tries to pet, omg*)

Jul. 7th, 2007 02:54 am (UTC)
How about I lick it instead? *waggles tongue*

I bet Sally is fucking ECSTATIC you guys are back. I imagine she won't be out of your butt for DAYS.

I am SO GLAD I got to see you and the brood last night! I've been thinking of recipes so that I can use the Raspberry Chipotle sauce. I'm picking up some fresh pears tomorrow to make the Raspberry vinaigrette you were telling me about. YUM.
Jul. 7th, 2007 04:07 am (UTC)
Welcome back! Miracles, pigs, holy books, dancing dogs and sand oh my! You were missed. So glad to have you and yours safe and happy after a wonderful trip.
Jul. 7th, 2007 02:50 pm (UTC)
Awwww, thanks, sweetheart!! I love to travel, but MAN is it good to be home again! <3
Jul. 7th, 2007 09:23 am (UTC)
... a new religion based on the foal starts now.

A religion I can get behind - except not too close, because I might get kicked ...
Jul. 7th, 2007 02:51 pm (UTC)
Hahahahaha! No, no, the stepfather (ha! We'll change Doc' name to Joseph STAT) is maybe the one horse in the world that you can run up behind and play drums on his hinter without him batting an eye. The calmest (and sweetest) little family.

There will be required nose-bags filled with oats for the yearly feast commemorating Baby Miracle's birth...
Jul. 7th, 2007 02:54 pm (UTC)
Jul. 7th, 2007 02:29 pm (UTC)
Does the new religion need any priests. I might know some. But I do NOT clean up horse poo. Not even for miraculous foals.

Jul. 7th, 2007 02:52 pm (UTC)
No, no, see, the horse poo becomes One with the Earth, so we let it fall where it may. Om.

YOU DID?!?! D'aww!! *bats at you* I hope you and Essene are well!! *heart heart heart*
Jul. 7th, 2007 03:20 pm (UTC)
WELCOME HOME!! I hope you had the most wonderfulest time! *hug squish* I am totally joining the foal religion. I even have a name for us: The Foalish!
Jul. 7th, 2007 03:31 pm (UTC)
And when we die, we move to the next life, Coltopia! (Not to be confused with Fillyopolis, which is the highest plane of existence that can only be achieved through peaceful nuzzling.)

HI LYNNE!!! *hug squish smooch*
Jul. 7th, 2007 04:17 pm (UTC)

Jul. 7th, 2007 04:21 pm (UTC)

*does like Missy is commanded and GOES*

HI HI HI HI! (Oh my gosh, the baby horse - I'm sorting through pics now - has PINK KISSY LIPS. I ASK YOU. *hands*)
Jul. 7th, 2007 04:31 pm (UTC)

Are they going to get him a goat to be his companion/BFF? The horses some friends of ours in VT have always have goat companions, because they're very social, so that is how the process goes in my mind: get a baby horse, then get it a goat.

That would be so cute! But how could anything top the cuteness of the Pink Kissy Lips? It could not!!!! *flails in confusion*
Jul. 7th, 2007 05:02 pm (UTC)
HEEEEEE!! Eventually they want a goat or three, because who doesn't like goats?! *loves them* For now, Baby Horse (they haven't determined a name, the kids called him Junior and Carlock - a combo of mama and step-papa Caroline and Doc) is sticking to his mama's side like glue with loving (and toothless) step-dad Doc standing watch.

Horses are SEW social. They like to have a kitty friend, if no goats are available, too. :D In fact, Chrissy got Caroline to be Doc's companion, because he was so lonely. D'aww. They're the BEST of friends, and get sad when one is taken out of the pasture to just get SADDLED. They're all: "no no no, saddle us in twain, mommy!! WHEEEEEEEE HEEEEEEEEEE HEEEEEEEEEE pbbbbllllltttt!"
Jul. 7th, 2007 05:39 pm (UTC)
Goats are tres adorable!

Very cute, the baby hanging out with his mom and adopted dad! Do you think that Doc believes he's the father? *raised eyebrow at Doc's blissful ignorance*

OMG, the idea of the horses having kitty friends? Fills my heart with glee! That would just be so crazy cute.

That's the sweetest thing, how those two are all BFF! Aww awwww!

Now you should have, in your horse soap opera, a lovable goat character, and a kitty character who is all *eavesdrops on Ransom Paycheck's evOl plans*
Jul. 7th, 2007 05:47 pm (UTC)
OMG, goats with the never ending competition for King of the Hill? Heee!! And their omnivorous eating habits? <3 "Why yes, this Coke can is delicious. It has the piquant taste of almonds with an after-taste of cilantro." *munches on nutsedge to cleanse the palate*

I don't think Doc believes he made the baby, no. Heeeeeee!! He's just always been the horse that's longed to play with the babies, and when Chrissy worked at the breeding farm up north (with the touchy thoroughbreds in the Top O'The Line vein) the only horse the mamas would allow near the foals was Doc. AWWWWWW!! He's like a big ol' puppy - so sweet and just wants to be around others, be they equine or other.

His buddy back when I was living in Utah and down the road from his stable was a grey tabby cat that would sit on his BACK. TO NAP IN THE SUN. *dies* Or climb a fence and nuzzle Doc's nose. OKAY, WHAT? Is that not the sweetest thing?!?!

Ooooh, can the goat be Scottish? And have hard-won wisdom to impart? (And mebbe have a name like McTavish?)
Jul. 7th, 2007 05:57 pm (UTC)
What a sweetheart of a horse! He sounds like a doll. I love his grey tabby friend who napped right on his back!

The goat could totally be Scottish! And could wear a tam-o-shanter!
Jul. 7th, 2007 06:10 pm (UTC)
And be old and wistful, thinking back on the heather of his youth with fondness... Ooooh, and there could be an Irish pig with whom he rants and rails at, but becomes defensive if any one should ever malign her! And she could laugh and shake her large, porcine head at him and his stubborn ways.

And an old British Basset Hound that thinks back on the Great War and likes nothing more than to be let in to Master's house to warm his old bones by the fire! It'll be like a children's kinder version of Animal Farm, but without the cruel racism lesson. Heeeeee!

(Oh my gosh, I thought SEVERAL TIMES how much fun you would have meeting Doc - he's the best first introduction to horseback riding ever. So sweet and gentle and friendly. He's just as h appy standing near people as letting them ride. D'aww. If only there wasn't oppressive heat there and many many MANY bugs. Bleh.)
Jul. 7th, 2007 06:24 pm (UTC)
Awww! And maybe a Welsh duck, who walks around with a leek woven into his topknot feathers!

I like the British Basset Hound! <3 What lovely dogs.

Oh, that would be the perfect horse for me! I think I have ridden horses like, three times, and all on the kind of "horsey ride! five dollars for five minutes!" at kid's parties or fairs or something. Ew to the bugs -- that's not a fun thing about that region at all.

We went to a 4th cookout, and both got a ton of bug bites, ew. TFMN's are like leetle bumpses, though, and mine are like HONK! huge welty looking things. Maybe it's because my blood is sweeter! *sniffles*
Jul. 7th, 2007 06:30 pm (UTC)
*covers you in Skin So Soft* Gah, the BUGS, J. They were HORRID. And a multiplicity of bad bugs, to boot! (heee - I like that alliteration) Horse flies, deer flies, Soldier flies, which I was told are very very helpful - they eat the bad flies - but were the size of Buicks and were Moste Inkwisitive, especially in the nose/eye/mouth fear trifecta. O_O One benefit to living in my area (with the exception of this wet year) is it's so dry it doesn't support mosquitoes and other large biting flies. Ooooh, I hates them.

I'll put it to you like this: The Boy rode Doc when he was six months old, then afterwards, gave sloppy baby kisses to Doc's face and he was all "pbbbbttttttttllll, snurfle." <3 <3 <3 <3

(And I am unfamiliar with the Welsh/leek significance! *props chin on fists to learn, if you have a moment*)
Jul. 7th, 2007 06:37 pm (UTC)
AWWWW! Love that story of the boy baby-kissing Doc and awwwwww!!!!!

Oh, yes -- the leek is one of the national symbols of WAles, and it used to be (and may be still) that people wear them on St. Davy's Day (St. David), as well as buying/having daffodils.

I think the leek has been used on British coins to symbolize/honor Wales.

In at least one Shakespeare play, Henry V, characters speak about the leek to denote their Welsh identity (King Henry V explains to a soldier that he wears a leek because he is Welsh too -- being the Prince of Wales, of course). Another character who makes fun of a Welsh character basically tells him that if he bests him in a fight, he is going to make him eat his leek (or will have to eat it himself -- as a raw leek, couldn't have been that good!).
Jul. 7th, 2007 06:39 pm (UTC)
Just to add -- I wonder if in wearing leeks, or speaking about eating leeks, maybe people wore the leek flower? It's not really clarified in the sources I've seen, hmmm. I think it would be cooler if they wore the actual leeks, but I don't know.
Jul. 7th, 2007 09:01 pm (UTC)
Oooh! I love all of this knowledge, thank you! Also, I would love it if it were actual leeks, too!

(And now I'm more interested in cock-a-leeky soup and any possible Welsh meaning to some of the songs about that meal!)
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Jul. 7th, 2007 09:53 pm (UTC)
Hahahahaha, you pretty much described me and the fam staring at that cute little guy. Geeeeee, when he nibbled (toothless - a baby's mouth!) on my fingers and I could feel his fuzzy/furry leetle chin??? <3 <3 <3

I JUST sent you an email, actually! hahaha. I'll post a more thorough description come Monday morn, with pictures, too! Oh, I hope you have fun in DC! Pack sunscreen! And drink lots of water! My folks just got back and had a terrific time. (There are some wings in the Smithsonian that are closed temporarily while they rebuild some things. THis was two weeks ago, so it may be back to normal...)
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Jul. 10th, 2007 09:06 pm (UTC)
I will join your religion, as long as i can has juice too?
Jul. 10th, 2007 09:07 pm (UTC)
In our religion, all beverages are welcomed!
Jul. 10th, 2007 09:10 pm (UTC)
I have one thing to say: ZOMG KITTEH!!
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