hunterseat df: Hunter Seat Equitation is a division that is judged on the ability and the style of the rider. The riders can be judged both over fences and on the flat.
Although true, hunters DO eat, at least the skilled ones do, my name derives from the world of horses.
And because the word hunter is in my name, people automatically think I'm a guy. Not even close.
Whenever I meet someone named Hunter I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "That's my name, too!"
Although true, hunters DO eat, at least the skilled ones do, my name derives from the world of horses.
And because the word hunter is in my name, people automatically think I'm a guy. Not even close.
Whenever I meet someone named Hunter I have to bite my tongue to keep from saying "That's my name, too!"
Hide My Crazy? Never!
Posted 09-13-2014 at 02:23 PM by hunterseat
I like Miranda Lambert. She’s feisty and she’s very soft-hearted towards animals. She has a song you may have heard about a broken hearted girl being told by her mother to basically keep up appearances for the family’s sake. I picture a girl going hysterical and her mama telling her to “hide your crazy”.
Traumatic (or dramatic?) events in our lives can clearly illustrate how close to the surface our “crazy” is. Really? You don’t think you've got any crazy in you? But isn't the term used periodically “I thought I'd go crazy if…” Let me fill in that blank. I thought I’d go crazy… if that kid didn’t shut up. …if I didn’t figure out the answer to that math problem. ...if my mother served those potatoes one more time. …if the neighbor’s dog didn’t stop barking at 2am.
But it’s just an expression. So when I asked if you thought you didn’t have crazy in you, did you really think that? If you’re like me you know you’ve got some crazy in you! Because you know someone in your family who’s crazy. And they don’t have to be off-the-hook crazy. They can be like my dear Aunt Jean. She speaks with a British accent. Not sure she’s ever been to England. Apparently that’s not necessary. She comes by it honestly. My grandfather was probably crazy. Please don’t think me unkind. Here was a man who hated children. I attribute that to a mean streak. But he had 13 children. I attribute that to crazy. The two, mean and crazy, don’t always go hand-in-hand, thankfully. As far as I know my Aunt wasn’t mean. But there are other Aunts who inherited both genes. My cousin and I were talking about this. We decided that, the further away from our grandfather’s genes, the less crazy, and mean, the bloodline becomes. Of course that depends on the wise choice of spouses and I’m not known for my wisdom. Still, we’re diluting the crazy gene.
I have a wonderful friend who has truly affected the world with her folk artistry. I found one of her art books being sold on Ebay by an Australian. Sadly she has dementia. She remains healthy physically but mentally she is not there. I could say “not all there” but she’s really not there at all. However, this lovely person has retained her happiness with life. She’s surrounded by her loving family including her dog and she is happy. It’s not fair to say she’s crazy but it’s probably how dementia was viewed in the olden days. If you remember the character in the Hook movie who lost his marbles, there was nothing mean about him. What a gentle, albeit confused, soul. In contrast, the evil mad scientist… well, you get the point.
I went home recently so I've been thinking a lot about crazy. I know it’s in my genes. But it’s fun. It leads you down thought paths that are so outrageous you can enjoy conversations with your dog by supplying both sides of the dialogue. I bet that hit a little close to home for some of you! But that’s not crazy? It is to someone who’s not a dog person! But that’s happy crazy. It gets us through the day. And if, one day, I become not-all-there or not-there-at-all, I pray the happy gene is dominant over the mean.
So until then, let’s all remember the Steve Martin character (or Google it and watch the video real quick). Now stand up and do the motions and say (with an accent in honor of my Aunt Jean) “I am a wild and crazy guy!”
Traumatic (or dramatic?) events in our lives can clearly illustrate how close to the surface our “crazy” is. Really? You don’t think you've got any crazy in you? But isn't the term used periodically “I thought I'd go crazy if…” Let me fill in that blank. I thought I’d go crazy… if that kid didn’t shut up. …if I didn’t figure out the answer to that math problem. ...if my mother served those potatoes one more time. …if the neighbor’s dog didn’t stop barking at 2am.
But it’s just an expression. So when I asked if you thought you didn’t have crazy in you, did you really think that? If you’re like me you know you’ve got some crazy in you! Because you know someone in your family who’s crazy. And they don’t have to be off-the-hook crazy. They can be like my dear Aunt Jean. She speaks with a British accent. Not sure she’s ever been to England. Apparently that’s not necessary. She comes by it honestly. My grandfather was probably crazy. Please don’t think me unkind. Here was a man who hated children. I attribute that to a mean streak. But he had 13 children. I attribute that to crazy. The two, mean and crazy, don’t always go hand-in-hand, thankfully. As far as I know my Aunt wasn’t mean. But there are other Aunts who inherited both genes. My cousin and I were talking about this. We decided that, the further away from our grandfather’s genes, the less crazy, and mean, the bloodline becomes. Of course that depends on the wise choice of spouses and I’m not known for my wisdom. Still, we’re diluting the crazy gene.
I have a wonderful friend who has truly affected the world with her folk artistry. I found one of her art books being sold on Ebay by an Australian. Sadly she has dementia. She remains healthy physically but mentally she is not there. I could say “not all there” but she’s really not there at all. However, this lovely person has retained her happiness with life. She’s surrounded by her loving family including her dog and she is happy. It’s not fair to say she’s crazy but it’s probably how dementia was viewed in the olden days. If you remember the character in the Hook movie who lost his marbles, there was nothing mean about him. What a gentle, albeit confused, soul. In contrast, the evil mad scientist… well, you get the point.
I went home recently so I've been thinking a lot about crazy. I know it’s in my genes. But it’s fun. It leads you down thought paths that are so outrageous you can enjoy conversations with your dog by supplying both sides of the dialogue. I bet that hit a little close to home for some of you! But that’s not crazy? It is to someone who’s not a dog person! But that’s happy crazy. It gets us through the day. And if, one day, I become not-all-there or not-there-at-all, I pray the happy gene is dominant over the mean.
So until then, let’s all remember the Steve Martin character (or Google it and watch the video real quick). Now stand up and do the motions and say (with an accent in honor of my Aunt Jean) “I am a wild and crazy guy!”
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You are a gifted writer! I think this post could be sold. I really enjoyed it and can relate to a lot of what you wrote.Posted 10-11-2014 at 11:59 AM by HDL
