Tiffany and her new horse
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TyBoo":2pl4342a said:
Just make sure the Sea Star has dual helm capability, Mike, and you'll do just fine. Of course, don't let Grandma see this trailer or you're gonna be downsizing back to a '22 again....
Don
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Mike, here's the dual helm version.... :shock:
Hope it comes in other colors.... :smilep
Charlie
Some guys are a little slow to the table. However, what a thread!
Those girls are adorable with that big, beautiful, brown cat. Wow. How exciting is that for Tiffany's dream to have come true? Every girl I knew at 11 years old pined for a horse, but only a few actually got one. The rest plastered their rooms with photos. Way to go Mike and Kay!
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Those girls are adorable with that big, beautiful, brown cat. Wow. How exciting is that for Tiffany's dream to have come true? Every girl I knew at 11 years old pined for a horse, but only a few actually got one. The rest plastered their rooms with photos. Way to go Mike and Kay!
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The thought of Tiffany's brought back a not so memorable time in my life. You see.... I grew up as a nerd of the first order. Pocket protectors, HB1 and HB 2 pencils, slide rule, and at times adheshive tape holding my glasses together. NO KIDDING!
Back to horses... I can remember this young lady in the 9th. grade who was having a terrible time with algerbra and the metric system. The Jocks could not help her her, however, i stepped boldly into the picture and got her on track acedemically!
Then begged the question ... what can I now to to impress this girl of my "studly" charms other than acedemics. After a bit of study I learned she indeed had a horse named "Prissey".
As a young stud growing up in West Virginia I asked myself how hard can it be to ride a horse? Piece of cake...right?
Now to my underestimation of riding something that to had a brain of it's own and out weighed me by 50 to 1. It was not a pretty experience.
We went for a ride, and quite frankly I had aspirations of a little smooching and necking in my sights towards the end of the trail. However, approximately 50 feet into the ride somehow I managed to spook the steed I was riding and the next thing I knew I was sliding off the ass end of the horse with the horse's tail the only thing in my field of vision at that moment. The stable hand caught the horse about a quarter mile down the trail, the girl I was with laughed embarrasingly, and I exited the stables upon my return without even a hand shake from the girl. Bummer!
There is no point to this recollection other than the girl eventually married a bread route saleman, she became a secretary at a legal firm in Florida, they have two great kids, and I am a lowely nerd scientist thinking of what could have been only if the horse would have coorperated back then....
This is my horse story and i am sticking with it....
Yours truely! Butch
Back to horses... I can remember this young lady in the 9th. grade who was having a terrible time with algerbra and the metric system. The Jocks could not help her her, however, i stepped boldly into the picture and got her on track acedemically!
Then begged the question ... what can I now to to impress this girl of my "studly" charms other than acedemics. After a bit of study I learned she indeed had a horse named "Prissey".
As a young stud growing up in West Virginia I asked myself how hard can it be to ride a horse? Piece of cake...right?
Now to my underestimation of riding something that to had a brain of it's own and out weighed me by 50 to 1. It was not a pretty experience.
We went for a ride, and quite frankly I had aspirations of a little smooching and necking in my sights towards the end of the trail. However, approximately 50 feet into the ride somehow I managed to spook the steed I was riding and the next thing I knew I was sliding off the ass end of the horse with the horse's tail the only thing in my field of vision at that moment. The stable hand caught the horse about a quarter mile down the trail, the girl I was with laughed embarrasingly, and I exited the stables upon my return without even a hand shake from the girl. Bummer!
There is no point to this recollection other than the girl eventually married a bread route saleman, she became a secretary at a legal firm in Florida, they have two great kids, and I am a lowely nerd scientist thinking of what could have been only if the horse would have coorperated back then....
This is my horse story and i am sticking with it....
Yours truely! Butch
Thanks, Robbi.
Hey, Butch, I was all prepared for a Hollywood ending something like the corny following: " She didn't think much of me after my embarrassing bit of equine folly. But I continued to tutor the now nubile junior, to the dismay of luckless jocks, and Bette came to respect my talents and sincerity so much so that we became best friends. Thirty-one years later she's still my loving wife, I'm her adoring husband, and our three beautiful adult children still blanch at our overt expressions of appreciation and shared joy.
Today we hold hands and laugh at my prissy fall from Prissey, and are thankful for that day and its impact on our future together.
And you know, I still have to balance Bette's checkbook.
:love
Hey, Butch, I was all prepared for a Hollywood ending something like the corny following: " She didn't think much of me after my embarrassing bit of equine folly. But I continued to tutor the now nubile junior, to the dismay of luckless jocks, and Bette came to respect my talents and sincerity so much so that we became best friends. Thirty-one years later she's still my loving wife, I'm her adoring husband, and our three beautiful adult children still blanch at our overt expressions of appreciation and shared joy.
Today we hold hands and laugh at my prissy fall from Prissey, and are thankful for that day and its impact on our future together.
And you know, I still have to balance Bette's checkbook.
:love
Mike, I don't want to say anything, however, it looks like the poor horse's belly came within a gnat's-T-hiney-boo of lowering 6" when you saddled up! They say (my wife actually) that a boat (actually my wife's competition...or so she says) is nothing but a hole in the water to effortlessly pour money into.
The way I see it you are pretty much in the same pickle with the exception that hole you are going to pour money into has a brain of it's own and is a walking "poop machine". I guess you can say the poop for your garden in somewhat a "return" on your investment.
Dude! That's a nice horse you have and one beautiful grand daughter! Our memories may fade as we get older, however, the memories you make with the grand kids will live on for generations through them.
I wonder.... does the horse float and possibly swim? My line of thought here is Mike is hedging his bet on gas prices and is looking for alternate propultion for TyBoo... one horse power is better than just floating!
Butch
The way I see it you are pretty much in the same pickle with the exception that hole you are going to pour money into has a brain of it's own and is a walking "poop machine". I guess you can say the poop for your garden in somewhat a "return" on your investment.
Dude! That's a nice horse you have and one beautiful grand daughter! Our memories may fade as we get older, however, the memories you make with the grand kids will live on for generations through them.
I wonder.... does the horse float and possibly swim? My line of thought here is Mike is hedging his bet on gas prices and is looking for alternate propultion for TyBoo... one horse power is better than just floating!
Butch