Burns Night festivities
ODE TO A HAGGIS
Fair fa’ your honest, sonsie face,
Great Chieftan o’ the Puddin-race!
Aboon them a’ ye tak your place,
Painch, tripe, or thairm:
Weel are ye wordy of a grace
As lang’s my arm

CLICK THIS PHOTO FOR PICTURES...Matt had just awakened after a long night on duty down at Fort Lewis - he and Melodie came to celebrate Burns Night even though this was duty weekend. Poor guy! Matt did a great job tossing the caber to kick off the festivities.
The groaning trencher there ye fill,
Your hurdies like a distant hill,
You pin wad help to mend a mill
In time o’need
While thro’ your pores the dews distil
Like amber bead
His knife see Rustic-labour dight,
An’ cut you up wi’ ready slight,
Trenching your gushing entrails bright
Like onie ditch;
And then, O what a glorious sight,
Warm-reeking, rich!
Then, horn for horn they stretch an’ strive,
Deil tak the hindmost, on they drive,
Till a’ their weel-swall’d kytes belyve
Are bent like drums;
Then auld Guidman, maist like to rive
Bethankit hums
Is there that owre his French ragout,
Or olio that wad staw a sow,
Or fricassee wad mak her spew
Wi’ perfect sconner,
Looks down wi’ sneering, scornfu’ view
On sic a dinner?

Ben Emerson won the first round of the caber toss! He also manned the fire while I was up to mischief, hiding coconuts in Hemlock trees and things...thanks, Ben! Well done!
Poor devil! see him owre his trash,
As feckless as a wither’d rash
His spindle-shank a guid whip-lash,
His nieve a nit;
Thro’ bluidy flood or field to dash,
O how unfit!
But mark the Rustic, haggis-fed,
The trembling earth resounds his tread,
Clap in his walie nieve a blade,
He’ll mak it whissle;
An’ legs, an’ arms an’ heads will sned,
Like taps o’ thrissle

Here's April - founding member of the A team - back from Hawaii and living in WA now! It was SO much fun having her back. She is a hoot - trying both SPAM and haggis in one festive evening! Love you, April!
Ye pow’rs wha mak mankind your care,
An’ dish them out their bill o’fare,
Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware
That jaups in luggies;
But, if ye wish her gratefu’ pray’r,
Gie her a Haggis!
Great time at the Krug’s homestead as always. Thanks to Alli and Dave for hosting a fun filled adventure day! M and M.
Missing you! Looks like so much fun. I would have tried the haggis out of curiosity, but am still trying to figure out why you are still eating spam after you left Hawaii.
It rained like crazy today and Scott did some four wheeling around the base. I was thinking of you. The park is closed for remodeling, so no crazy sledding. The boys talked about you and when we did that. Good memories.