Category Archives: Horses

The beginning of 24

Kittens, today I am 24.  I’ll have all sorts of really Sage Stuff to share later this week about what, exactly, being 24 means.  But in the here and now, I thought it would be more fun to share the odd snap with y’all of one of The Loveliest Days.

Creatures of habit that we are, Marcus and I kicked off our morning with a grocery store adventure that culminated in our weekly stop to Gregor Farm.

How gorgeous, right?

We ended up leaving with eight ears of sweet corn, a carton of cherry tomatoes, some new potatoes and a handful of banana peppers.  GOD I love that place.

Marcus got me this lovely clutch/purse arrangement.

Obviously between the sparkles and the chain-straps, I love it 11/10.

David and Sue came by bearing gifts.

Like the salt and pepper shakers that match The Best China Ever.

As a “non-serious” gift, Sue brought this bracelet along as well.

I don’t think she realized what an addition it will be to my Arm Party.

Can’t you just imagine the possibilities?

Because I think my head might explode.

And Mom and Dad proffered this moon rock.

Just kidding.  It’s actually  geode with an Amethyst inside.  My grandmother found it in the Carolinas back in the day and carried it from house-to-house as they followed my Air Force Pilot-Grandfather around the world.

Part of me wants to have it chopped open and polished.  My other (more sickeningly sentimental) half wants to leave it intact because the mystery of it all is half the fun.

Contrary to what I’ve been bombarding you with, grocery shopping and gifting were NOT the only things on the day’s agenda.  This afternoon, we went to see the races at Canterbury Park with Jillian and Mike.  If you had asked us a couple of weeks ago, we would have sworn up and down that we were going to grill.  But after some major soul-searching at the bar last weekend, we decided that it would be appropriate to go for something more adventuresome.

Before we could make the trip south, they forced these upon me.

I KNOW.

Fantastic, right?

Sweet Retreat is going to be on Cupcake Wars this week and I’ve been despairing, trying to figure out when the mania is going to die-down.  Yes, they’re my favorite cupcakes of All Time, but I’m not about to fight other people off for them.

It’s that whole Dignity Thing.

Thankfully, that is no longer my concern.

Cupcakes aside, the races were amazing.  Given my fixation with horses and the Kentucky Derby, I have no idea of how I made it to the age of 24 without setting foot near a racetrack.

I don’t want to say it was exactly like they show on TV, because that would be terribly ignorant.

BUT…

It was very much like what they show on TV.  I felt right at home.

We bet, we drank cash-only beers, we cheered even when we weren’t sure if we were even yelling for the right horse, and we mined our Beginner Programs for meaningless tidbits of information that would reveal the winner of the next race to us.  I knew we had finally hit our groove when Mike just started naming horses for the trainers.

I don’t know that I would try to go on any sort of regular basis, but I would definitely suggest it for an afternoon adventure again.  :)

Have you ever watched live horse racing?

Do you have any birthday traditions?

Have you ever cracked open a geode?

I know I’m punting with this one, but I just feel like one of you has to have attempted it.

Re: Turn the heat down

Apparently Mother Nature got the memo yesterday that she was kickin’ it up too much too soon and that we needed to scale the party back a bit in order to have a proper May.  Hello, chilly.  And hello cardigans.  We all knew April was too good to be true.

I think everyone yesterday came to the same conclusion about the Kentucky Derby – it was average.  We know that we’re all psyched for Todd Pletcher, creeped out by $100,000-betting hairpiece guy and that the Derby is WAY more fun for everyone (both attendees and viewers) when  the sun shines bright.  There’s always next year.

This morning we headed over to the Plymouth Fire Department waffle breakfast.  I LOVE eating Belgian waffles, but they’re definitely like eating a dessert and not at all like eating a real meal.  Not shockingly, it was a delicious experience.  Conversely, I hope you’ll all forgive me for not snapping a pic with the person dressed up in the dalmatian suit.  I just wasn’t feelin’ it.

Post-breakfast, I dedicated my time to checking my privacy settings on the internets.  More specifically, I told Facebook that no, I did not in fact want my information shared with partner websites (I think we all feel totally used by them already.  I see no need to expand upon this experience).  As for Twitter and the Library of Congress, they’re welcome to all of the thoughts they can handle.  Specifically, I hope that they take to heart my deep and undying hatred of the Toyota Tundra.  Between that little treasure and the musings of rabid Justin Bieber fans, I think we’ll have a solid snapshot of America’s collective unconscious.

Call it an improvement upon May Day.

You all know how I love the First Saturday in May.  But this year, I keep on forgetting that the First Saturday in May is.May.1st.  I just don’t feel as if we’re quite there yet.  It may also have to do with the fact that Chris is in Rochester/Winona right now (despite the fact that he took a job down there, I consider this to be a temporary state of being) and thus I have been robbed of one of my favorite Derby watching partners.  My other being P’s boyfriend, John (but he totally abandoned us last summer, so it’s different).

So, let’s talk about the Kentucky Derby.  I am a most firm believer that if you run in the Derby, you should try for the Triple Crown.  More importantly, I think that in order to win it all and take your place in history you need a name that fits in with the other Triple Crown winners.  My pick this year?  Devil May Care.  After watching Rachel Alexandra and Zenyatta rock the racing world last season, I think it’s time for a filly and I think it’s time to go big.

If you’re planning a Derby party of your own and need some last-minute inspiration or find NBC to be especially vague about what it is that one actually eats in Kentucky, check out Epicurious’ Derby Section.

And, because blogs are all about the over-share, you should know that I always tear up during the singing of My Old Kentucky Home.

Re-connecting with my lazy side

I think I’m enjoying the most relaxing Saturday I’ve had since Thanksgiving.  That means that this afternoon was long overdue.

So what does it take to qualify an afternoon as relaxing?

I got to sit on the couch.  The First Saturday in May is a documentary about the Kentucky Derby that I’ve been wanting to see since I first heard about it…probably, three years ago?  And it has resided in all of it’s (NR) glory for that entire time on Marcus’ Netflix queue.  So what better way to spend the afternoon than FINALLY watching it.  They based it on the 2006 Kenutcky Derby prospects and had unwittingly chosen Barbaro as one of the the horses to follow.  It was fantastic, until the very end at which point, it took a tragic turn when they showed the Derby and the beginning of the Preakness.  Sobbing ensued.  That being said, if you like horse racing, you’ll love this.

I got to eat treats.  I stopped by It Takes the Cake this morning to pick up a Peanut Cluster Bar and a Lemon Bar so that I could nibble away at them for the rest of the week.  Sometimes you need a baked-from-scratch treat that you didn’t have to slave to make yourself, right?

I get to cook a fantastic (and new!) dinner with my favorite prep chef.  Tonight’s menu will include braised beef ribs, homemade hummus, pita, roasted tomatoes, carmelized onions and a salad (you know, keep the good vibes with the greenery going).

Ah, Rachel

If you haven’t noticed this by now, I am not only impressed by but am in awe of Rachel Alexandra.

Rachel Alexandra Beats Boys Again in Haskell

That girl is a monster and what horse racing is truly about. She likely won’t race in the Breeder’s Cup because of poly-track, which would be the best of all possible worlds (I would so <3 to see her run the Classic and beat the boys once and for all). But, c'est la vie.

How about Birdstone?

According to Superfecta, Birdstone, the winner of the 2004 Belmont stakes, only had a $10,000 stud fee. Until now, as he is the sire of Mine that Bird, the Kentucky Derby winner, place in the Preakness and show in the Belmont; in addition to being the sire of Summer Bird, who won the Belmont.

Ironically, Birdstone’s sire is Grindstone, who is the first horse I can remember winning the Kentucky Derby. Grindstone’s sire is Unbridled.

I’m not a horse racing or stud-farm genious, but I’m pretty sure that Birdstone AND Grindstone’s stud fees just became astronomical. Personally, I’m just thankful that all of the horses have remained sound through this first bit of the season.

Girl Power…or something.

Found these two on the NYT. Shocker, two things I love – Michelle Obama and Rachel Alexandra. You could say that this post is all about girl-power…or something. Enjoy!

Rachel Alexandra Trying to Buck History

To Inspire Young People, First Lady Shares Working-Class Background

The 2nd Jewel

Tomorrow the gates will open for the Preakness Stakes.

Personally, I am hoping and praying that Calvin “Borail” Borel is the jockey that wins the Triple Crown on two separate horses.

Why? Rachel Alexandra is the kind of thoroughbred that makes people talk, in a good way. They don’t wonder if she’s secretly being drugged, or if she’s being run for show. She is a monster of a horse.

The real pity is that we don’t have a set of races for fillies to run that holds the same prestige as the Triple Crown. There is the “Triple Tiara,” but that’s comprised of three seemingly random-as-hell races. I don’t understand why you wouldn’t run the fillies in the Oaks, the Black Eyed Susan Stakes and the Acorn Stakes.

So tomorrow, I want to watch her run, and to see her win the Preakness like she did the Oaks. It would be an incredible race to see.

On the Kentucky Derby

I know this post is far-too-late in coming, but this week can best be described as a “shit storm.” I promise I’ll come up with something more clever for later on in the week.

Derby day was fun. We didn’t festively dress up, but this year Huston, Marcus and I mastered the art of the julep. Perhaps next year we shall freeze the cups ahead of time so they get that nice Derby Day-ice crust around them.

The race itself was ridiculous. Calvin Borel gave Mine That Bird a most memorable ride, making a move from the back of the middle of the pack, dodging and weaving his way in-between horses and the rail, until finally Mine That Bird literally shot out in front of the rest of the field.

That ride makes Borel the first jockey since 1993 to complete the Oaks-Derby double, meaning that he is the jockey that rode the filly that won the Kentucky Oaks (Rachel Alexandra) and the colt that won the Kentucky Derby (Mine That Bird).

I always get really tickled when Billy talks to me about racing since he’s not particularly “into” horses. But he gets especially miffed when the winner of the Derby is a gelding, which is to mean, a neutered horse. Why? Because if a gelding were to win the Triple Crown (the Derby, Preakness and Belmont), he would not be able to pass on his genes to offspring and as the last Triple Crown winner was Affirmed in 1978, you can see why it would be nicer to have a stallion than a gelding in the long-term.

Lillies or Roses?

After Eight Belles’ death last year, I just don’t have the heart to say that Rachel Alexandra should be in the Derby instead of the Oaks. Because to lose another, literally beautiful filly would be heartbreaking.

But she does look like the kind of horse that wins the Triple Crown.

Rachel Alexandra…Better Than the Boys?

Alternately, because it is Triple Crown season, the NYT has put their racing blog, “The Rail” back up.

UPDATE: Rachel Alexandra took the lillies, finishing 20.25 lengths ahead of the rest of the field. Insane.