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Friday, April 07, 2006

Happy Birthday, Gal!



A Gal's Gotta Do What A Gal's Gotta Do!

Ronni, you are an inspiration to us all. Your "Git 'Er Done" attitude has brought many a smile to my face and encouraged me when I thought I might as well head for the barn instead of seeking new pastures.

Here's wishing you a wonderful adventurous birthday, and hopes that all your rodeos are successes!

Happy Birthday, Ronni!

Most of you will not "get" this birthday blogcard, but I think Ronni, whose birthday is today, will laugh her butt off. What better gift than laughter for a birthday?

And to give the rest of you something to laugh about, check out your sex life as determined by what Lucky Charm marshmellow you prefer - or none.

So, Happy Birthday, Ronni, and may your day be as fortuitous as finding a Leprechaun's gold - or his cereal ;-)

 
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Green clovers:
If your favorite Lucky Charms marshmallow shape is the green clover, you're a happy-go-lucky type in bed. You don't take anything too seriously in the bedroom or elsewhere and always manage to have a good time, even if you have someone else with you. You don't have any patience with depressed people and tend to sit on them until they cheer up.


Orange Stars:
If your favorite shape is the orange star, you expect to be the center of attention in bed. You expect your partner to spend most of his time pleasing you and when you do something for him, you expect enthusiastic moaning if not applause. People who like orange stars often have mirrors over their beds, not because they are turned on by watching what is being done, but because they want to be able to watch themselves having a good time. They often moan out their own names while making love.


Pink hearts:
If you like pink hearts, you're the romantic type. You like your partner to whisper romantic phrases into your ear and, if he's too distracted to form coherent phrases, you'll settle for romantic syllables. People who like pink hearts read most of the romance novels published and are turned on by people wearing armor.


Yellow Moons:
If you're the yellow moon type, you're more interested in satisfying your partner's needs than your own. You prefer to lie back and wait for your partner to jump on you and express her needs verbally or nonverbally. People who like yellow moons usually own several pairs of handcuffs and other instruments of kinky sex just in case someone should ever want to tie them up and ravish them. Keep your eyes open for anyone who eats all the purple horseshoes out of her cereal as soon as she opens the box.


Those little oat bits that aren't marshmallows at all:
If you prefer the little oat bits, you probably don't like sex anyway and don't need to read this article. People who prefer the oat bits usually become accountants, librarians who work at the reference desk, or government employees; these people like to chow down on a big bowl brimming with oat bits before a tough day of protesting suggestive lyrics in rock music. People who like oat bits have more time to spend writing letters to the editor than any other type.

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

ROADTRIP!



Tomorrow morning will find Kman and me on the road to Marathon, Texas, and more adventures in the Big Bend for a few days. Pictures and stories will follow, you can depend on it!

Be sure to check in here at Texas Trifles even if the Trail Boss is on a cattle drive. You never know what'll happen in the bustin' pen!

Hall of Shame Song #2: "Suzanne"

Here is Numero Dos of five of the most shameful musical pleasures you indulged in as a youth, but can't stand hearing now. DarkoV, you better get busy and hang that feedbag...WhiskyPrajer has posted an excellent number two choice!

This little game has become more difficult than first anticipated. While strolling down that musical memory lane, I realized there isn't too much I wouldn't still listen to.

Late the other night, I was tossing song titles out to Kman to see if he remembered them, searching for the next atrocity to add to my short list of "What Was I Thinking...". When I mentioned "Suzanne" he groaned appropriately, and thus sealed its fate.



The Canadian answer in the 60's (and some would argue more talented) to the great musician and lyricist, Bob Dylan, was Leonard Cohen. Cohen is undeniably a very gifted poet/songwriter and I won't dispute his musical contributions.

However...

In 1967, Noel Harrison recorded a Cohen song, Suzanne. At age 13 I was enamoured of Noel Harrison, his curly blonde locks and that soft British accent. With my trusty tape recorder, I waited until the song was on the radio (probably KFJZ) and taped Suzanne so I could memorize all the lyrics. My teenaged heart would sigh and weep with each anguished line:

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.


As I searched the web for a soundclip, I realized I still knew all the lyrics, and had no trouble finding that youthful tone-deaf voice of yore to sing along. Only now, with a few years of maturity under my saddle, I feel slightly barfy at the thought of someone touching my "perfect" body with their minds...