October 20, 2005

Wishing I were you!

Though I have recently been picking on my newest bestest blog buddy (he truly is a sight for sore eyes isn't he?), I have to now confess that the reason I've been doing so is because I'm truly jelous of him.

Yep, I must "cop to the fact" (as they say in NY - blame RedNeck for his influence on me using slang in my posts) that I'm envious of Z's entire life. Not that I'd like to be a guy mind you, but I just wish I had his job. I think his job would be perfect for me because I prefer to be ignored rather than getting yelled at for stuff I didn't do. I wish I could live 10 min from work and in a pretty area with a pool, like he does, so I could go swimming every morning and evening to work off the stress from work. And although I love my son with all my heart, there are times that I wish I had the footloose and fancy free lifestyle (read as NO RESPONSIBILITIES) that I used to have years ago, and that he's enjoying now! SIGH.

So, dear Zonker, my verbal/pictorial swipes at you and my being a bagel tease are simply those of one who wishes I could be you every blue moon. Like when you go to visit Eric in a few weeks, and meet up with my family... or when you go to listen to Buddy Guy next month in Fla., which I used to do at the drop of a hat. All my friends would have to do is call me up and say "Road Trip" and off I went. Sigh, I miss those days.

So, when you're on the road to these places, please know that I will be with you in spirit, with my feet up on the dashboard, singing to the tunes on your player, annoying the living hell out of you! : )

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October 16, 2005

Dear Zonker

Well... well... well; so you thought that going out of town would prevent people from posting pictorial evidence of your drunken debauchery at the blogmeet? How naive and trusting you are! Don't you know where there are bloggers, there are people with cameras waiting for a moment of weakness or drunkenness, they use to show on their blog just how low others can go? Or did you think they would ignore the fact that because you were found in this vulnerable state you would be spared?

Unfortunately, your exposure at the blogmeet was such, that everyone has been able to identify you everywhere. I know that because of all this new found notoriety you've tried to take on a new persona, that of Mullet-man, or Cousin It's younger sibling. However, my concern is that you won't learn your lesson in time for the next blogmeet, and will make yourself vulnerable once again. I pray for your sake you do become more cautious. After all, Eric and the rest of my blog kin are a wonderful group. But if you don't learn from mistakes like these, there's no telling what might happen with my family as they are practical jokers extraordinaires! So beware and be aware when you next visit Eric!
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October 15, 2005

Better Late Than Never!

Or I should entitle this post: The Best For Last. Meaning that it took me this long to come up with what I think is the perfect pair of digital presents for my dear, sweet, and talented blog brother. Harvey, stop scrolling down and please get your mind out of the gutter! It's not like that at all!

After spending an inordinate amount of time first searching for what I wanted, then debating on which would be your birthday present, I finally narrowed it down to 2 things. Since I couldn't decide on which one would bring a bigger smile to your face I decided to present you with these two. So enjoy!

The first is a lovely poem by Welsh poet Dylan Thomas, entitled "In My Craft Or Sullen Art" which was published in 1946 (I believe that's the date of your birth per Laughing Wolf). It's included here for your reading pleasure.

In my craft or sullen art
Exercised in the still night
When only the moon rages
And the lovers lie abed
With all their griefs in their arms
I labour by singing light
Not for ambition or bread
Or the strut and trade of charms
On the ivory stages
But for the common wages
Of their most secret heart.

Not for the proud man apart
From the raging moon I write
On these spindrift pages
Nor for the towering dead
With their nightingales and psalms
But for the lovers, their arms
Round the griefs of the ages,
Who pay no praise or wages
Nor heed my craft or art.

Your second gift can be found in the extended entry, it's a little off focus but nevertheless worth viewing. Here it is Tadaa! It's a lovely picture of what I believe is a very pretty, sweet, smart, and sexy librarian. I hope Mrs. SWG will understand and forgive me for indulging you. Since this is simply meant for Eric, no one else need look any further.

Happy Birthday Blog Bro and may you have many, many more days and years of good Mojo!! more...

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