[QUOTE=Equibrit;3406680]
Oh no - not decaptitated !
Would that involve breasts?[/QUOTE]
sorry typo. With the packers combo.
Yes, that was pretty horrific - busload of people travelling from Winnipeg at night when a psychotic man suddenly stabbed his neighbour in a seemingly unprovoked attack.
The passengers got off the bus, when he decapitated his victim and held it up for them to see. But, please, don’t put it in the plural.
We are l/10th the size of US in population and this is pretty shocking by anybody’s standards, esp. here in the Great White North.
I think the Mods have been really decent on this thread … stuff they have allowed.
(HR: I am expecting my foal in a few days…Irish)
Well hopefully KookiCat won’t have any more children in her pasture. Seems the horses are safe for a few days while she is out of town
And maybe when she gets back, she’ll have good news that the mother and daughter combo have gone back to the city and KookiCat and her horses are safe till next summer.
Well, now, don’t forget the menfolk spearheaded that effort. The GRITS weren’t involved at all … and you know what they say about the female of the species. :winkgrin:
True dat! If you want anything done right, let a woman do it!!! :yes:
[QUOTE=2ndyrgal;3374201]
that there should just be random, drive-by ass-whuppins’ administered by good ol black baptist church ladies and english horsewomen. Where I grew up, you did NOT want to mis behave in front of any adult, including the town janitor, who was a bit of a lilty, his shoes were the color of curb paint (one of his many jobs) and he had a key to every building in town, including all three of the local banks. He rode a bicycle daily, and lived in a small apartment over the barber shop. No one, and I mean not even the baddest town bully EVER made fun of him, the offender would get a strapping from the nearest adult man with a belt on.
OP, just call the cops on 911 next time you see her, so her parents have to answer for why she isn’t supervised. But if she’s walking, just follow her home.[/QUOTE]
You know, the world would be a much better place if this was still the case. Just so y’all know, if you catch one of mine out of line, tan their hides and let me know. They probably need it again.
Now, confession time. When I was 7, my mother made Daddy get out of the horses for a while. I was relegated to putting my saddle on a stack of metal milk crates that I had to pretend was a horse. Then, saints preserve us, the neighbors up the hill (we had moved into a subdivision :eek:) got horses. Their house was a good 1/2 mile thru the pasture and woods. I made buddies with their horses and one day, when I just couldn’t stand it anymore, I put a bridle on one and tried to climb on bareback. What I didn’t know was that horse was a greenbean. I never quite made it on his back. He took off back to his barn-with my daddy’s good bridle on him…I hightailed home and tried to pretend everything was cool…The neighbors figured out who the culprit was, (though I did have help from my neighborhood partner in crime), and came calling. I hid under the blanket on the bed. Who knew your parents can find you that way??:eek:
Needless to say, they were PI$$ED. My daddy, the owners, my mother, and the neighbors who didn’t have anything to do with it, but heard the owners screaming at my parents that they wanted to SEE them spank me, right then, right there in the front yard so the rest of the neighbors could see it. While as a grown up, I can sympathize, they crossed a line with my daddy when they screamed at him, and then screamed at me in front of him. I don’t mean yell, or scold or whatever, I mean, road rage type scream. Not real cool. I did get a whipping-a really rough one which I wholeheartedly agree as a grown up that was deserved. I also had to write an apology letter. I was grounded for more time than I wanted to count, and I had to do extra chores. Worst for me was having to look at my daddy look at me. He was so embarrassed, disappointed and ashamed. I never went near that pasture again. I don’t think I ever even looked at it again. I knew better. I just was a horse crazy 7 yr old who had had everything in the barn sold so my mama could have a nice fancy house in town, and I had never given any thought to the fact that not everyone likes kids to ride their horses. Wrong, but kind of understandable.
Now, the kid in the OP-she needs to be beaten with a bridle rein-more for her attitude than anything. you don’t call people names and get belligerent, esp. at 12 yrs old. Soap on the toothbrush does well for that mouth. Talk to the parents. Talk to the kid. Tell them that you expect help in putting the fence back up. You expect monetary help as well as physical, and the kid has to do the work-not the parents. She was the brat, she did the crime and she should do the time.
[QUOTE=BelladonnaLily;3373758]
How 'bout your child taking responsibility?
At a show many years ago, my then 6 year old daughter said something very rude to an older child (who happened to have issues, she was a foster child). The foster mother crawled my daughter immediately and y’know what? I didn’t say a word (until she was done, then it was my turn :winkgrin:). My daughter learned a valuable lesson that day. Had she seen me go into crazed overprotective idiot mother mode and defend her because someone dared raise their voice at lil’ poopsikins, she wouldn’t have learned a damned thing. Glad to say that daughter is now almost 15 and a pretty nice kid (most of the time 
). Glad I kept her around and that others think enough of her to actually let her know when her behavior is unacceptable.
The foster mother turned into a very good friend and later loaned us a great pony. She will still tell my kids like it is if they need it, and I’m glad.
And no one is doing that kid any favors by coddling her. She obviously hasn’t been taught any boundaries at home.[/QUOTE]
That is the great thing about horse show moms. They will keep an eye/ear out and crawl frames if need be, but they do it with the right frame of mind. They also usually come tell the parents of the offender. One more brag about the ones I have had dealings with: if your kid does good, they are just as proud of that child as you are, and they let the kids know.
The rule at my house, and all of them know it: when you walk in my place, if you need loving, you get loving, if you need fussing, you get fussing, and if you have an issue with it, then you can go home. I have not had one go home yet.
Hey all-
I’ve been out of town and away from the net since tuesday. Care to summarize for me? How’s Gran and Gramps, PC Owen, all the ponies? And especially KC!
[QUOTE=equinelaw;3405432]
hmmmmOK. We are well known for our abilites to eat more then any other nation. We have been immunized since childhood to be able survive 500lbs of sugar a year per capita. In fact, the army we are raising eats FRIED CANDY BARS! Ha! Bring on your maple syrup.
I shall soon be QUEEN OF CANADA!
And farts??? Do you think we can smell your farts over the stench of our Marlboro Reds! I even know where the last living Marlboro man lives and its in SC! We will bring our natural horsemanship trainers and beat you with carrot sticks![/QUOTE]
I too, can speak and threaten in Canadien. J’ai peur des castors.
Oh crap. I knew there was something I had to do today that I forgot about. Need to put invade Canada on my things to do list.
Not so sure I want it now if they are cutting off people’s heads. I can get that right here in the old US of A.
Maybe we shouldn’t invade it. We could “discover” it and claim it in the name of Carolina?
KC had to go out of town. We do not expect any updates unitl she gets back. Her horses are safely away at her trainers and Demon people are now yelling at her on street corners.
We are all hoping they are gone when KC gets back.
Kookicat -hope it works out well. The bright side is that now that the mom is there at least you won’t have the girl living next door with Farmer Dave. Bad for the girl-I guess everytime she does something, the mom goes and picks a fight with whoever the girl bothered and so the girl does not know her boundaries-adult life sure will be fun for her:no:.
Yikes-the British Legal system is scarier than CA. Human rights and an appointed lawyer because the bed is too hard??!!
If we do decide to invade Canada-we just have to get a private army-if the governement does it, it will probably give the hay contract to some corporation and we will probably end up paying triple of what we are paying now and double our national debt too!!!:lol::lol:
Agreed! We are not planning an official invasion, just a girls night out type of occupation.
My frist offical edict shall be to extend those human rigths laws to all of Canada, but only SC lawyers will be able to try the cases and get paid through Govt funds:)
It will be good to be QUEEN:)
I only get paid $50 an hour for court appointments down here!
Invade away - I’ll get the wine.
Had a fun morning. Went to the bank to make a deposit, gone fifteen minutes and when I arrived home there was a little baby boy just starting to get to his feet. No sweat, no warning from the Mom - ten days early, and at ll:00 am so no lost sleep either. He’s drinking, pooped a lot and vet coming whenever he gets here. He is aware of mom still having milk from last year, so little man will be in good hands. So far, I’m breathing easy and fairly relaxed.
He is by To Be Sure who is by Mountain Pearl out of my Final Pool mare. Chestnut, but will be grey.
HaHa…hard to keep up with the subject here sometimes but…at least I know one thing for sure!! I’m a GRIT!!! 100%
Thought for the Day
Another side of the grit thing is…can you believe that the price of grits isn’t so much more than it is??..Just think of how high the labor costs are to pick them off those bushes?? And thats done here in the US not somewhere in China.
Point # 2…Did you know that if you feed grits to fireants they swell up and die…eewwww…fireant guts everyplace!! And they thought it was the papermills that smelled in Ala.
Thirdly …what about that special #42 grit sandpaper…It should be as expensive as gold…all the grit that must get wasted as they glue it to the paper for sanding. Just remember how fortunate we all are when you sand something next time!!
[QUOTE=Foxtrot’s;3407571]
Invade away - I’ll get the wine.
Had a fun morning. Went to the bank to make a deposit, gone fifteen minutes and when I arrived home there was a little baby boy just starting to get to his feet. No sweat, no warning from the Mom - ten days early, and at ll:00 am so no lost sleep either. He’s drinking, pooped a lot and vet coming whenever he gets here. He is aware of mom still having milk from last year, so little man will be in good hands. So far, I’m breathing easy and fairly relaxed.
He is by To Be Sure who is by Mountain Pearl out of my Final Pool mare.
Chestnut, but will be grey.[/QUOTE]
Congradulations on the new foal. And you said it would be here in a few days.
[QUOTE=equinelaw;3407405]
Agreed! We are not planning an official invasion, just a girls night out type of occupation.[/QUOTE]
:lol: OK then, I’ll volunteer for the GRITS expeditionary force.:yes:
Count me in, too! :lol:
Yes, we will invade soon, but today is just too damn hot for any invasions. Either way, forget the wine Foxtrot, we’ll bring champagne to celebrate your new baby boy!
[QUOTE=equinelaw;3407405]
Agreed! We are not planning an official invasion, just a girls night out type of occupation.[/QUOTE]
Well, if you need a place to stay for the evening or for the morning after, I’m just over the water from Canada. All gals welcome. Course Lake Ontario is kinda large - you wouldn’t want to swim it. 
The only charge is to bring back a bale of hay per person and leave it in my barn.
If you can get about 250 people to invade and bring back hay, I won’t need to bother my poor farmer whose having one hell of a time getting hay cut and cured with all this dam*ed rain… :rolleyes:
msj - no, no, no - I’m the good side of Canada - far the opposite end.
If you are going to make an invasioin I damand it is my end where the weather is cool. There’s been talk of joining up anyway with Washington and calling us Cascadia. The oil is in Alberta, along with good hay and cute cowboys.
Foal came ten days early - I wasn’t quite ready for him, but he had the decency to come mid-morning.
We sure are working hard to keep this nonesense going while Kookie is away.
