Monday, October 26, 2009

Okay so there is still no racing info for you fine feted follower(s). But here goes I am now legally licensed to own race horses in 3 province and licensed to sport fish in 2. Now if this keeps up some one will start accusing me of having a swelled head with my cross border dandering but rest assured I will remain the overly large prairie boy I have always been lol

Since I don't have racing to talk about I guess I will have to delve back into my dark deep mysterious past, or at least a story of fucking up at an earlier time

Picture a smallish but stout 14 year old boy riding his ten speed through the mean streets of a dusty prairie town, riding with the certain daring do that only dumb ass teenager can muster. I was cycling to visit a friend and it being down hill I was not wasting any time, approaching an intersection and a hard left turn. I judged the traffic or lack there of and decided to throw my bike into a hard left lean and head into the corner with all the speed I could, about half way through the turn that nasty bitch of a bicycle decided to teach me a lesson. The axle that the pedals attach to snapped in half and down I went hard into the asphalt and hard into the road rash.

Some passing motorists stopped and offered to help but even then understanding the need for manly ego I politely declined and limped bleeding the block and a half to my buddies abode. Where I did get some sympathy but only till they figured out I wasn't dying then like all boys do they had a good laugh.

The worst was my mom wouldn't even come and pick me up I had to walk the mile and a half home.

Thank Dog I didn't have helicopter parents, they taught me to be mentally tough and self reliant.

But there was hard lessons between here and there and a lot of bruises and scars.
Yobama Ima let you finish but George Bush was the worst president ever.... just sayin

Monday, October 12, 2009

Chris's Meme

Why did the chicken cross the road?

Distracted by an existential ennui it had crossed over with out knowing why

What was your last thought?

how do you spell existential

Are you a cat or a dog person?

Cat, dogs are too much work and too noisy

Define yourself in 3 words...

Big, smart, quiet

Kill the spider or let it out?

Leave it be it isn't hurting any one

Do you shower every single day?

No once a year bath in the big iron tub in the kitchen is enough

Walking past a beggar, spare change or ignore?

Quick calculation of available resources and a judgement of the beggar determines yeah or nay

Where do you want to travel next?

My traveling days are just about over so I am thinking of going back to Ireland for one good look around

What is your favorite food?

Roast pork, potatoes and gravy

Do you read harry potter books?

Yes all of them dammit

What is your favorite place?

My mind and the memories it retains

If you could have one super human power what would you choose?

Super strength, it would suit me

Have you had a beer in the last week?

Yeah a few

Vitamin Water or Gatorade?

Water ma'am just cold water

What is your favorite song of all time?

38 years old by the Tragically Hip

When and where was the best picture of you taken?

Antler Saskatchewan, 1972. I was still cute

Happy Thanksgiving to the greatest nation on earth, quietly strong we will always endure

Monday, October 05, 2009

Okay First a spelling correction apparently I have been spelling her name wrong and she is quite miffed with me but here goes

The Devon Cream Update

Short and sweet she didn't run this week as all the 2 year olds were scratched by the judges. Apparently 2 year old horses are like teenagers in that they break easily. So since the track was wet and shitty from the non-stop rain they pulled the children off the track. This was also the last race in Saskatoon Saskatchewan and she will be coming home for a few weeks before heading off to Alberta to race. The trainer has promised to do his job this time so since he is cheaper we will be giving him a few more weeks. He will not be the trainer in Alberta

Prairie Ruff n Tuff is in Alberta to be schooled in the fine art of harness racing with a new trainer and hopefully he will be ready to run when the season starts out there. Otherwise he will be coming home in shame and ignominy and you know how hard that is for teenagers to bare that