tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963277636652034473.post3949422641733712608..comments2023-09-09T05:35:11.672-07:00Comments on Boots and Saddles: Misdirected AngerMelhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16627065628317652042noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963277636652034473.post-40375608028276903262010-04-18T12:24:28.414-07:002010-04-18T12:24:28.414-07:00I'm so with you on the rain. I'm sick of r...I'm so with you on the rain. I'm sick of riding in a soggy arena at the park. The lower half of my saddle looks like it's covered in concrete from the spray off the sand footing. YUCK! <br /><br />I'm definitely pissed at Mothe Nature about it. Who else's job is it to control the weather. LOLRising Rainbowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04239592070775412669noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963277636652034473.post-91416887689656945662010-04-18T04:15:19.158-07:002010-04-18T04:15:19.158-07:00Oh.....long distance ~Granny hug. I know that tra...Oh.....long distance ~Granny hug. I know that trapped, stuck feeling. Maybe the powers above are protecting you and Farley, giving needed rest so that you can do better things. ~E.G.All Who Wanderhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15811193190492037859noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963277636652034473.post-57250988824053052902010-04-15T17:15:35.920-07:002010-04-15T17:15:35.920-07:00And then we would watch Pan (my cat for those of y...And then we would watch Pan (my cat for those of you wondering) swim across the pond? heehehehe. And yes, I remember surfing on the plywood. That was fun!Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16627065628317652042noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963277636652034473.post-74606209017779479782010-04-15T16:25:11.437-07:002010-04-15T16:25:11.437-07:00Hey, okay, I'll trade you: we've got blue...Hey, okay, I'll trade you: we've got blue skies and 60 degrees here, and I'm chained to my desk at work until 9pm.<br /><br />bah!AareneXhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17569818745110332355noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963277636652034473.post-43719216101496699952010-04-15T12:32:13.493-07:002010-04-15T12:32:13.493-07:00And you guys used to surf the drive on a sheet of ...And you guys used to surf the drive on a sheet of plywood?Carolynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06022843273272878598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963277636652034473.post-88695007124171008482010-04-15T10:44:57.111-07:002010-04-15T10:44:57.111-07:00I really dislike biking to work in the rain. If it...I really dislike biking to work in the rain. If it's a friendly drizzle, that's fine. But not the windy, pouring down hard nonsense we had. <br /><br />Remember when the driveway would flood and become a pond? And how i would stick Pan on the DG hill and watch him swim out...only to put him back? Fun times :)redgirlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08467377107439876941noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1963277636652034473.post-74280524487784737012010-04-15T08:15:01.704-07:002010-04-15T08:15:01.704-07:00ok, here's my anger at the rain (if I really w...ok, here's my anger at the rain (if I really was angry at the rain. More like, disappointment. "How could you DO this to me!")<br />Reenactment this weekend. In the past the days leading up to going were a stressful frenzy of loading at the last minute and getting things ready. This time, it would be luxurious because we have the unit trailer. I could spend all MONTH getting ready and loaded up. But, no, I have to spend the last few frenzied days in which I should only be having to think about the food, making sawhorses, marking poles, counting pots, organizing the trailer, etc. Aargh!Carolynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06022843273272878598noreply@blogger.com