Word of the day! Plus other stuff.
Today’s word is bought to you by Chris Chelios. *sob*
The word is Druxy.
It describes something which looks good on the outside but is rotten on the inside.
Not that I think Chelly is pretty. He’s absolutely not. It’s just that he talks the talk about being all about hockey and I like the way he plays. I had a fondness for the guy. *sob*
Then he throws a childish tantrum and refuses to shake hands with the Ducks after the Wings were eliminated. He broke my heart right there. I don’t love Chelly anymore. Neither does Teemu, so I’m in good company at least.
I did something really stupid today. It made me appreciate hockey players even more. Yes, I’m that obsessed with hockey. What of it?
We were moving horses around at work, getting them all settled into groups according to foaling date and putting the empty ones together. We have two properties a couple of kms apart, so it meant floating them around. (Float=trailer for non Aussie types.)
We’d just put two mares in the float and closed the little half doors at the top, but the tailgate wouldn’t go up because some dirt had gotten between the ramp and the hinges. The thing to do is drop the tailgate and clean it out, which I did. Only I forgot to clip back the top doors and it was windy today…you can see where this is leading.
I successfully cleared away the offending mud and stood up to admire my handiwork only to have a gust of wind catch the door on my side and slam it into the side of my head. Hard enough to knock me clean off my feet and leave me with a lumpy head and a swollen ear. It hurt a bit. (That was me making an understatement.)
Anyway, I was down there on my knees and I dropped my gloves and pressed my hand to my ear in an attempt to hold in the brains I was sure were spilling out. No wetness. Good. Vision slightly blurry but I wasn’t trying to read the paper, so no big drama. The girl I was working with came rushing over and said, "Are you okay?" and that sort of woke me up and I did the "Yeah, I’m fine." bit and shook the stars away from the sides of my head and got back to work. With a headache and an intense awareness of the hair brushing the top of my ear.
Then Miss D said, "You should play hockey. I wouldn’t have got up after a hit like that."
I had to have a little giggle to myself, because she’s never seen a hockey game that wasn’t part of Slapshot 2, (yes, I subjected my workmates to a CKR fest.) and she still managed to say it all hockey like. She knows how to make me smile, that kid.
So, even though I have a reputation for ignoring injuries and getting on with it, I was sorely tempted to sit there for a while after this one. The whole left side of my head still hurts, 5 hours later and my neck goes crunch when I turn my head. I can’t imagine how hockey players take worse than that and still play!
Makes me love them even more. I didn’t know that was possible.
My Fleury jersey and Frog’s Crosby one arrived on Friday. I haven’t opened Crosby, just popped it in a box and mailed it so that Frog can meet me at the airport in 9 DAYS!!! \O/
I wore Fleury on the weekend and got lots of comments about the immense coolness of the design. Pity no one knew who Flower is…
On Sunday my boss took all of us to see a show called “Spirit of the Horse.”
It was a huge arena thing with all kinds of horses and the people who do stuff with them. There were Andalusians doing the traditional dressage thing and the dance with the big pole they use to draw the bull from the herd. I’m against bull fighting in every possible way, but there was no bull and it was a thing of beauty to watch the horse and rider dancing with a pole that was about three times the length of the horse.
I have a love for dressage and I was in awe of one guy and his stallion. Their piaffe and passage were perfect. Bought a tear to my eye. And the Spanish Walk always gives me goose bumps.
There were stunt riders. I have admiration for them, but I question their sanity. That’s the sort of thing people like me can achieve purely by accident. Why anyone would do it on purpose is beyond me. It’s right up there with bungee jumping and sky diving.
They had exhibition barrel racing and show jumping. Always fun to watch but not exactly something I’d pay big dollars to see.
By far the best bit from my point of view was Tommy Turvey. He did a little skit with a 3 year old colt that made everyone giggle lots. I was impressed with the stuff he got this horse to do.
He had the saddle slip right under the horse and then flopped around under his belly before picking up his back legs and walking out from under. I’d be game to try this with a broodmare after she’d had a million foals, but not a stallion. Not even my beloved Pal and I have more faith in him than any horse I’ve ever met.
He had the horse lay down and rolled him onto his back and played bongos on his feet. He got the horse to lay on top of him. In a way that he wasn’t going to be crushed.
They played chasey around the arena, taking turns to tag each other. And lots of other stuff that made me smile to think of the trust they had to show in each other to even think about doing. This was stuff you can’t teach a horse with rough handling.
All in all it was a lovely way to spend an afternoon, even for someone who works with horses all week long. I did inform my boss that he’d better not expect next year’s weanlings to be that quiet. He said, "That’s fine, you have all of yearling prep to work on that stuff." Smart arse!
If you’re still reading… haven’t you got anything better to do? :p
The word is Druxy.
It describes something which looks good on the outside but is rotten on the inside.
Not that I think Chelly is pretty. He’s absolutely not. It’s just that he talks the talk about being all about hockey and I like the way he plays. I had a fondness for the guy. *sob*
Then he throws a childish tantrum and refuses to shake hands with the Ducks after the Wings were eliminated. He broke my heart right there. I don’t love Chelly anymore. Neither does Teemu, so I’m in good company at least.
I did something really stupid today. It made me appreciate hockey players even more. Yes, I’m that obsessed with hockey. What of it?
We were moving horses around at work, getting them all settled into groups according to foaling date and putting the empty ones together. We have two properties a couple of kms apart, so it meant floating them around. (Float=trailer for non Aussie types.)
We’d just put two mares in the float and closed the little half doors at the top, but the tailgate wouldn’t go up because some dirt had gotten between the ramp and the hinges. The thing to do is drop the tailgate and clean it out, which I did. Only I forgot to clip back the top doors and it was windy today…you can see where this is leading.
I successfully cleared away the offending mud and stood up to admire my handiwork only to have a gust of wind catch the door on my side and slam it into the side of my head. Hard enough to knock me clean off my feet and leave me with a lumpy head and a swollen ear. It hurt a bit. (That was me making an understatement.)
Anyway, I was down there on my knees and I dropped my gloves and pressed my hand to my ear in an attempt to hold in the brains I was sure were spilling out. No wetness. Good. Vision slightly blurry but I wasn’t trying to read the paper, so no big drama. The girl I was working with came rushing over and said, "Are you okay?" and that sort of woke me up and I did the "Yeah, I’m fine." bit and shook the stars away from the sides of my head and got back to work. With a headache and an intense awareness of the hair brushing the top of my ear.
Then Miss D said, "You should play hockey. I wouldn’t have got up after a hit like that."
I had to have a little giggle to myself, because she’s never seen a hockey game that wasn’t part of Slapshot 2, (yes, I subjected my workmates to a CKR fest.) and she still managed to say it all hockey like. She knows how to make me smile, that kid.
So, even though I have a reputation for ignoring injuries and getting on with it, I was sorely tempted to sit there for a while after this one. The whole left side of my head still hurts, 5 hours later and my neck goes crunch when I turn my head. I can’t imagine how hockey players take worse than that and still play!
Makes me love them even more. I didn’t know that was possible.
My Fleury jersey and Frog’s Crosby one arrived on Friday. I haven’t opened Crosby, just popped it in a box and mailed it so that Frog can meet me at the airport in 9 DAYS!!! \O/
I wore Fleury on the weekend and got lots of comments about the immense coolness of the design. Pity no one knew who Flower is…
On Sunday my boss took all of us to see a show called “Spirit of the Horse.”
It was a huge arena thing with all kinds of horses and the people who do stuff with them. There were Andalusians doing the traditional dressage thing and the dance with the big pole they use to draw the bull from the herd. I’m against bull fighting in every possible way, but there was no bull and it was a thing of beauty to watch the horse and rider dancing with a pole that was about three times the length of the horse.
I have a love for dressage and I was in awe of one guy and his stallion. Their piaffe and passage were perfect. Bought a tear to my eye. And the Spanish Walk always gives me goose bumps.
There were stunt riders. I have admiration for them, but I question their sanity. That’s the sort of thing people like me can achieve purely by accident. Why anyone would do it on purpose is beyond me. It’s right up there with bungee jumping and sky diving.
They had exhibition barrel racing and show jumping. Always fun to watch but not exactly something I’d pay big dollars to see.
By far the best bit from my point of view was Tommy Turvey. He did a little skit with a 3 year old colt that made everyone giggle lots. I was impressed with the stuff he got this horse to do.
He had the saddle slip right under the horse and then flopped around under his belly before picking up his back legs and walking out from under. I’d be game to try this with a broodmare after she’d had a million foals, but not a stallion. Not even my beloved Pal and I have more faith in him than any horse I’ve ever met.
He had the horse lay down and rolled him onto his back and played bongos on his feet. He got the horse to lay on top of him. In a way that he wasn’t going to be crushed.
They played chasey around the arena, taking turns to tag each other. And lots of other stuff that made me smile to think of the trust they had to show in each other to even think about doing. This was stuff you can’t teach a horse with rough handling.
All in all it was a lovely way to spend an afternoon, even for someone who works with horses all week long. I did inform my boss that he’d better not expect next year’s weanlings to be that quiet. He said, "That’s fine, you have all of yearling prep to work on that stuff." Smart arse!
If you’re still reading… haven’t you got anything better to do? :p