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Post by Lily on Jun 15, 2009 12:28:28 GMT -5
I don't know where my head is at, but I feel awful I missed you both this year.
Happy belated birthday wishes and hugs and love to you both.
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Post by greta on Jun 15, 2009 16:53:33 GMT -5
HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY WISHES TO BOTH OF YOU, HEIDI AND CRAZY LADY! I HOPE BOTH OF YOU ENJOYED THE BEST BIRTHDAYS YOU'VE EVER HAD. MAY YOU HAVE MANY MANY MORE VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAYS. LOVE, Greta
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Post by Deleted on Jun 15, 2009 19:21:15 GMT -5
Huronna!!
Crazy Lady!!
Very happiest of Birthday Wishes, altho a tiny late,
to you Both!
May special dreams come true in the year ahead!
With love and BIG BIRTHDAY HUGS, x x x Granny
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Post by huronna on Jun 15, 2009 22:09:09 GMT -5
Shhhh....if we don't celebrate does that mean we don't get a year older? LOL
Thanks for the well wishes and Happy Birthday CrazyLady also
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Post by wanderinweasels on Jun 16, 2009 3:59:27 GMT -5
No Hurrona . . . it doesn't!! I've been trying that for years and it just won't work!! Anyway, happy belated birthday to both of you. And hope you both have many more!!!
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Post by ferratootsie on Jun 16, 2009 15:17:05 GMT -5
Oh Huronna if only that would work...wouldn't that be awesome to only be as old as you feel or at least slow down the aging process of our bodies.  belated to both you & Bev. |
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Post by pauljmsn on Jun 16, 2009 15:22:30 GMT -5
(The scene is a western ranch. Paul comes up to Sammy, a Dark-Eyed White ferret; his lovely Cinnamon wife Clarissa, with her son Levi; and Max, a Sable in a wheelchair. They're all wearing cowboy hats.)
Sammy: Howdy, sir! You here to watch the roundup?
Paul: Yep, the Skippys invited me. So where are -?
Voice: YEE-HA! (A ferret comes by, waving his cowboy hat while riding a peculiar lumpy object.)
Paul (staring): Excuse me, but... is that a potato that Skippy is riding?
Max: Sure! What else are you gonna ride when you round up onion rings?
Paul (watching more Skippys riding potatos as they herd a large number of hooplike objects together): Hmm. Well. I can't say as it's ever occurred to me.
Levi (gleefully): 'Tato horsies!!
Sammy (seriously): Sir, I for one am worried about you. Now all this is a product of your imagination, and you've come up with some weird ideas, but this... I am very worried about you. Perhaps you should try some counseling.
Clarissa: Light of my life, you're right that this is a product of his imagination, but so are we. If he gets cured, what will become of us?
Sammy (after a brief pause): Forget I said anything, sir.
Paul: Okay, fine. Where's Murphy?
Max: He's over there, sir (Points to where Murphy, dressed in full cowpoke regalia, lounges on a fence with his guitar). I think he's going to sing an appropriate song. You ready, Murph?
Murphy (Gary Cooper mode): Yup. (Strums his guitar and begins to sing.)
Along about eighteen and twenty-five,
I left Tennessee very much alive.
I never would have got through the Arkansas mud,
If I hadn't been a-ridin on the Tennessee spud.
I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa;
One of her brothers was a bad outlaw.
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fud,
And I rode away on the Tennessee spud.
The Tennessee spud was long and lean,
The color of the earth and his eyes were green.
He had the nerve and he had the, um, blood,
And there never was a 'tater like the Tennessee spud.
One day I was ridin' in the beautiful land
And ran smack into an Indian band.
They jerked their peelers with a whoop and a yell,
But I rode away like a bat out of the hot place.
Well I circled their camp for a time or two
And showed what a Tennessee tuber could do.
And them redskin boys never got my blood,
'Cause I was a-ridin' on the Tennessee spud.
The Tennessee spud was long and lean,
The color of the earth and his eyes were green.
He had the nerve and he had the blood,
And there never was a 'tater like the Tennessee spud.
We drifted on down into no man's land;
We crossed the river called the Rio Grande.
I raced my tuber with the Spaniards bold,
Till I got me a skin full of silver and gold.
Me and a gambler we couldn't agree.
We got in a fight over Tennessee.
We jerked our mashers, he fell with a thud,
And I got away on the Tennessee spud.
The Tennessee spud was long and lean,
The color of the earth and his eyes were green.
He had the nerve and he had the blood,
And there never was a 'tater like the Tennessee spud.
Well, I got as lonesome as a hob can be
Dreamin' of my jill in Tennessee.
The Tennessee spud's green eyes turned blue,
'Cause he was a-dreamin' of a sweet-tater too.
We loped on back across Arkansas.
I whipped her brother and I whipped her pa.
I found that jill with the sexy gams,
And she was ridin' on a Tennessee yam.
The Tennessee spud was long and lean,
The color of the earth and his eyes were green.
He had the nerve and he had the blood,
And there never was a 'tater like the Tennessee spud.
Stirrup to stirrup and side by side,
We crossed the mountains and the valleys wide.
We came to Big Muddy and we forded the flood
On the Tennessee yam and the Tennessee spud.
Pretty little kit on the cabin floor.
Little tater tots playin' 'round the door.
I love the jill with the sexy gams,
And the Tennessee spud loves the Tennessee yam.
The Tennessee spud was long and lean,
The color of the earth and his eyes were green.
He had the nerve and he had the blood,
And there never was a 'tater like the Tennessee spud.
Paul: That's... inspiring, Murphy. Now, we have a birthday salute to do, so if we could bring the Cannon up - ah, here it is.
(The vintage Civil War field piece comes up, pulled by a team of magnificent Clydesdale potatos. Skippy, Skippy, Skippy, Skippy and Skippy - members of the crack team of ferret mechanics - soon have her ready for firing.)
Paul: Okay, then, on my mark. Ready... aim... FIRE!
BOOOOOOOMMM!!
WHOOOOOOSSSSSHHHH!!![/i][/size]
(Charge soars to altitude and explodes, showering Huronna's board with confetti, streamers, balloons and M&Ms (Plain, Peanut, Ferretone, Green Chili, Johnny-Cake and all the popular flavors). A banner floats down beneath a parachute: HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAYS, HURONNA AND CRAZYLADY!!! The Skippys' potatos all rear on their hind legs, their manes and tails flying in the air.)
Paul: And may you both have many more birthdays!
based on Tennessee Stud, by Jimmy Driftwood (c)1958 Warden Music Company, Inc. (BMI)
Paul
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Post by yukkabelle on Jun 17, 2009 0:22:25 GMT -5
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Post by furballlover on Jun 17, 2009 6:13:24 GMT -5
Happy belated birthday ladies!!
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Post by huronna on Jun 17, 2009 7:48:29 GMT -5
Thanks gang and Paul that was hysterical
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