It’s Olympic time. Of course that naturally reminds me of this great performance by my cowboy back in 2008.
I am the master of avoiding hard things. I like to not think about something so I don’t have to deal. My current avoidance is causing me not to blog again. I asked a question on Facebook and know I need to give the answer. Problem is, I don’t know where some of the pictures are for the topic. I just slugged myself in the kneecap and told myself to tell the story anyway. Here goes–
Warning: Graphic subject matter
This is the tale of two moronic goats. These goofs tried to end their family trees, and one could argue they should have been allowed to do so. They are not officially GGYR goats, but the property of the W. family. There is an agreement that states we get to borrow them and they (the animals, not the people) get to sleep and eat at the ranch. The plan is brilliant in its simplicity.
One morning this past summer, two of their male goats decided to get all tangled up. Frank showed up to feed only to find Little Max grotesquely hooked to the horns of Albert, the larger male, by a badly broken leg. From what I was told, it was UGLY. Albert trotted all around the pen while Little Max begged him to stop. Albert only stopped when the humans made him do so. The bully!
Max, Frank, and Steph quickly realized there was no saving the leg. It was literally hanging on by a thread–a thread they severed after getting clearance from Mr. W. Mr. W. happens to be a medical professional who knows how to fix all things broken. He and a buddy came out to the ranch and put Little Max to sleep and cleaned, altered broken bone, and stitched up the wound. I was so happy to witness none of this.
It was sometime soon after this event that Little Max’s name was changed to Tripod. I’m not sure the W. family has embraced the new moniker, but changed it is.
So fast forward about four or five days later. This happened.
How about a different view? Can you tell what is going on? Frank couldn’t at first. He called Max and said, “I think that white male is just about dead. He is just lying there breathing funny. He won’t get up, even when I get near him.” Steph (our former GGYR neighbor who has since moved but was so awesome and helpful when she was here) showed up on the scene. She thought that maybe if she could get him to stand up, he might start feeling better. That’s when she discovered the knucklehead’s predicament.
Would you believe he got his own foot hooked to his own horns?? Who does that??
You have to assume at this point that Albert wass really sweating the situation. It was less than a week earlier that his buddy lost his leg from such antics. I’m betting Albert wanted the humans no where near him while desperately hoping they could end his misery.
Albert was untangled from himself and of course his leg was broken. Like totally. But this time, there was enough left to be fixed. Mr. W. headed back out to the ranch to set and cast his smart little buddy.
I don’t think Tripod was amused as he watched Albert strutting around. I’m not an expert on goat thoughts, but don’t you figure he was a little disgusted he lost his leg while the bully got to keep his?
Thank you to Aud, Steph, and Frank for providing all the pictures of the excitement. Readers, sorry I don’t know where the photos of Tripod’s little bandaged stump are. Use your imaginations, if you will.
I know there has to be a moral to this story, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.
Right when I was on a streak . . .
Boys (Grant really) broke my desk chair last night. This could hamper my blogging greatness.
I might be back later. I’ll talk to my back about the situation.
Yes, hanging my head in shame. Gone are the days of my daily compulsive posting. I KNEW back then that if I even let one day go, it would be easy to go to weeks (and months) between posts. I guess you can say I’m a bit of a psychic. For the record, I am often horrified that I’ve neglected this gig.
This post is dedicated to Tim, board member and loyal reader. I talked to him yesterday. He said he looks periodically. If I was reading him correctly, he might not have been impressed seeing the same pile of wood every time he’s logged on in the last month or so. If I’m being totally honest here, I think Cindy did that post for me. Guess that makes me even more pathetic. But here I am jumping back on the saddle.
Since I’m new to this, I’ll just list some ideas in bullet form. Always easier for me than thinking in coherent paragraphs:
- It’s official as of a few days ago! We set the Guinness World Record for most people simultaneously carving a pumpkin. Yahoo!! Max’s hair-brained idea of breaking that record actually worked. Ha. Of course it did. Of course I encouraged him all the way. Why wouldn’t I?! HUGE thanks to Stacey C. for taking on the project. I know she was greatly assisted by her super cool hubby so thanks to Bill, too. :) Also, thanks to Tamara for helping with the submission process. The hard work these three put in is impressive and so greatly appreciated. AND, thanks to the rest of you dedicated volunteers. It was definitely a group effort/labor of love. Every time someone bought a pumpkin, we begged them to come back to help us break the World Record. They did and how!
- That bullet was too long. So, thanks to the countless volunteers who gutted, carried, and organized pumpkins for the event. Thanks to the judges. Thanks to all our friends and family who came out in support. Just wow! I know I’ll leave someone out if I start listing, so know this big THANK YOU is to you all.
- I just tried to insert a picture. Either I’m rusty with the process, or the picture is too big. Maybe awesome Cindy will insert one for me. If I get back into this blogging business, maybe I’ll dedicate a whole post to the experience. I sure hope when Guinness publishes our feat, they put our picture right by the woman with the longest fingernails or the tallest/shortest men. Cool beans.
- Max and Frank have been tearing down the stand every week day. Max and I thank God for Frank all the time. Max, because he couldn’t do it without him. Me, because without Frank, I might have to be out there. Thank you, Frank!! :)
- My computer is unstable. It’s time for an upgrade. My iPhoto is unstable. TOO many pics in that program. I use that as a partial excuse for my absence.
- My mother was an absolute life saver during the Pumpkin Stand/Christmas Corral. In fact, she’s pretty dang incredible all the time. We are blessed to have her.
- I just tried to upload two more pictures to no avail. Guess that justifies my excuse for another month or two!;)
- Just wait until you hear about Max’s new passion/obsession/mistress. Hint–copious amounts of veggies and gluttonous pigs/chickens.
- Thank you to our GGYR board. Great people. Serving hearts.
- Remind me to do a special post about Dan. Dan, will you remind me? Tim?
- A picture loaded! A picture loaded! Cindy took this beauty. What sharp eyes this goat has. If you need a photographer, call Cindy Ellis Photography. She has selflessly donated GINORMOUS amounts of time to GGYR by doing our design work, website, etc., etc.! Thank you, talented Cindy.
- Look, another picture! It must be my lucky goat day. Cindy did not take this picture. I think Frank or Stephanie, our former GGYR neighbor, did. Guess what this silly goat is doing. Go ahead. And if you know, that might not be guessing. I’ll give you a hint. Goat is probably not pleased during pictured event. OK, enough for my first time back. Don’t want to wear myself out. Have yourselves a happy day.
Our wood supply has dwindled, as has our wind chill tolerance. It is with sadness (not really–I’m ready to warm up for the winter) that we have decided to call it for the season. Thank you so much for the love and support.