A kilted Canoehead…well ya know. It’s a mythical creature.

Some of our men are making a right good attempt at it. Yes, that’s proper Canadian grammar. Look it up. Its in the Canadian Websters Grammar Book of Good Well Grammar.

See. YOU GOT IT

The Heughliots are an interesting lot. Some of us, like me, have been in very long relationships.  Mine began when I was a mere stupid lass of 14. Oh be quiet…we are ALL stupid at 14.  I ended up marrying that guy (thank whoever you want to thank, because boy I did shameful things with him…) I’m now *mumble*  *mumble. We have been together a VERRA long time.  He has been listening to me talk about one James Fraser for going on 20 yrs now. So much so that when the announcement of the TV show was made his reaction was a solid – No. Not THAT.

No. I do not like this at all. Not one bit. No.

We will get into that more later shall we?

The Heuliots have our collection of the single ladies

So Many Single Ladies- maybe not all “ladies” – we use the term loosely

Heughliots w boy friends, boytoys, girlfriends,girltoys or pets

As long as they play nice they fall into one of the 5 catagories

Heughliots who are in relationships & have  young kids who have to run for quickies in the bathroom while Dora is on…Yeah…that’s a thing. Poor buggers. I lived there once.

And some happily romancing Jamie instead. Yes, I can see where the imagination is a nicer place to be sometimes. You go girls!

Me and Jamie are happy – in my dreams. That’s a real place. Bite ME!

As you can see the Heuliots are a motley crew of women with all sorts of relationship experience to pull from. It shows you that we make up a great sample of what the fandom looks like. Sure, we are Canadian…sure we are weird…but I can assure you – most of this fandom – just a weeeee bit touched in the ole brain cavity.

We are not crazy…we are mentally hill-hairy-ass!

Before I completely forget that this blurb is NOT all about us, it’s about our partners too, let me put this train back on the rails.

Many of us have had to get our partners on board with this ride. For me, it took some work. Mine whined Jamie’s name when ever he said it. “Jaaaaaaaamie”. He had a major hate on for my book boyfriend.  Then he met him and was like “Well shit.  Now I know why you have been crushing on him all these years, he IS the bloody King of Men…this is RIDICULOUS!”  Then of course he has a debt to owe the man. Go back a few blogs to be reminded of that would you?

Other HeughliHusbands are realizing quickly that Outlander is not all about the book porn. This is what of course they think we have been reading for 20 yrs. Yep, they thought this was our version of Hustler, but it was confusing to them because  it didn’t have pictures. Throw back at them…”Well I thought you read THAT for the articles?”  Aaaaanyway.  The first episode didn’t help our argument because well…SEX…bewbies…the oral SEX…they were like “I was right…it is PORN!”

I was Right! I was Right! I was Right! I was Right!

Well played Ron.D.Moore. Well played. You sucked those boys in and they didn’t even see it coming. Then you shot muskets. Played loud music. Showed gory bones out of joint and blood. Well played sir. You did it. You hooked them.

We have some partners who are still needing translation.  It can get pretty comical at times. Admin Tammy had this conversation with her hubby discussing the wedding night. There is the lovely moment when Jamie is describing the colours in Claire’s Hair – her husband says to her – “What is so hot about the brown water and the dark spots in the water in a BARN???”

Barn water. That’s disgusting. Why does she think that’s romantic. What am I missing here? I have to be missing something don’t I?

After she could breathe again she  explained to him… Burn… Jamie says burn not barn – burn as in a stream! Can you imagine what dark and brown barn water would be??? YEUCKKKK!!!

I certainly have had to listen to my fair share of shagging with wee beastie comments. I believe my husband and Rupert are kindred spirits. Once Rupert made that comment about Angus- and he replayed it 4 times until he heard the whole scene clearly.  He makes jokes about the chickens, goats, horses & “shaggy” cows & why some Scotsmen wear boots with their kilts. Clearly knowing he is climbing hill-hairy-ass! The commentary is quite entertaining.

The cool part is, my hubs likes to score brownie points. So he calls me things like Sassanach. Before the show aired…his pathetic attempts sounded like Sasquatch & Saskatchewan. Yup. Right there buddy. At that point he only had my saying it to him and not “getting it.”  Now hearing it himself and “seeing” the reaction and getting the results. Yup…he let’s common sense motivate him.

Now that we are waiting until April for the next 8 Episodes, he wants to know what happens next. However, he is not a reader.  If it isn’t on glossy pages and doesn’t fall over the back of the toilet…he won’t read it. So, after forever, he has me reading it to him before bed each night.  He likes the differences, however gets a little annoyed by the descriptive nature of the book. He’s a dude, he likes to get to the point. That’s ok. We are enjoying this new experience. My scottish accent is getting better. Well I think it is…shuddup.

Some of the other men in our lives are not seeing the benefit of embracing the world of Outlander. They could be getting so much more action. Keeping so much warmer this winter and have a much happier partner. Take the damn canoe off your head and see the light people. See the Sassenach at the end of the stones! Or Claire in the Box…However you look at it – the end result is a good time had by all.

Get in the Box…it’s warm in the box.

Well it’s marathon time in my house.  I have to prepare.  This means getting the most comfortable blankey, hitting up Kernels for dill pickle popcorn ( Love how it burns the first 3 layers of taste buds off my tongue) & getting some Disaronno for sipping aka gulping. For those who thought I meant running marathon.  You are on the real kind of crack…not my kinda crack…which ends in lander.

I know how to survive this Droughlander.  I will not perish.

SL Heughliot @ Large