{"id":79,"date":"2006-01-13T21:14:00","date_gmt":"2006-01-13T21:14:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/?p=79"},"modified":"2012-07-31T17:30:03","modified_gmt":"2012-07-31T17:30:03","slug":"you-cant-make-this-stuff-up","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2006\/01\/13\/you-cant-make-this-stuff-up\/","title":{"rendered":"you cant make this stuff up"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When I was 8 and my <a href=\"http:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/2005\/12\/23\/i-b-huntin\/\"target=_blank>brother<\/a>  6, we dug up a dead horse.   Didn&#8217;t know it was a horse, of course.  Thought it was a dinosaur.  Maybe one of those little mean ones.   Billy rolled the ribs and the rest back home in his Radio Flyer (we found the carcass about 30 acres out on a 90 acre farm).   I carried the skull.  Straight to our mother.   <\/p>\n<p>Nothing like an 8 year old carrying a big horses head to scare a woman to death.    Never mind Billy and his wagon full of bones.<\/p>\n<p>She broke out the bleach and doused everything we&#8217;d touched.   My mother had mild OCD  and Clorox could clean anything&#8230;.even <em>Lord knows what<\/em>.  (As in&#8230;&#8221;<em>Lord knows what kind of germs is on that thing.<\/em>&#8220;)<\/p>\n<p>Turns out a few years earlier our funky down the road neighbour, the one who ran the horse farm with 1 horse, buried his pet mare on the wrong side of the fence after she came down with something he had never heard of before.   <\/p>\n<p>Yep. <\/p>\n<p>You&#8217;d think an 8 year old would have a disconcerting dream or two after digging up the neighbour&#8217;s used-to-be horse, but earlier that month we were in a car behind a farmer and his Ford and I spent 14 miles being eyeballed by a dead palomino hanging off his tailgate.  (Don&#8217;t ask.  I don&#8217;t know.)<\/p>\n<p>After that, bare bones really didn&#8217;t bother me. <\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I was 8 and my brother 6, we dug up a dead horse. Didn&#8217;t know it was a horse, of course. Thought it was a dinosaur. Maybe one of those little mean ones. Billy rolled the ribs and the rest back home in his Radio Flyer (we found the carcass about 30 acres out<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-79","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-hum-drum"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/79","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=79"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/79\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5201,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/79\/revisions\/5201"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=79"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=79"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.buffyholt.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=79"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}