So today was the first day in nine weeks that we could take some time for ourselves. We scheduled a day to exercises and treat our hurts. We had massages and acupuncture. And we tried Yoga for the first time.
Now the wife lied to me because Yoga didn't have anything to do with picinic baskets or Yankee baseball. It meant we had to twist ourselves into pretzels on smelly mats. But you know what? It was kind of fun.
The girl who is the receptionist is the one who teaches Yoga and all I ever do is bust her chops when I come into the shop. So know it was the time for the Yogi's revenge.She had us do all these poses that burned my fucking balls they hurt so much.
The first thing we had to do is sit on these blankets on the floor in a lotus position. Naturally as I try to lower myself onto the blankets I fall over and knock over the table with the Ipod that places the cult music that they use to brainwash you. I almost broke it and it took ten minutes to figure out what was wrong. Anyway we did a bunch of these crazy poses. The Happy Warrior. The Downward pissing dog. The Stretching open handed squat or something. Each one hurt more than the next.But we got through it. You definitely felt like you did a workout and stretched and used your muscles. So it was all good.
Then we had massages and acupuncture to try to come back to human. Which was great. A soak in the tub. A steak wrapped in bacon and a bottle of wine and all is good.
At the end of the session you bow and say that little saying "Nestle Quick Sensi."
Or something like that.
123 comments:
Even I, a commie, don't do Yoga, hehe.
You should try it Allie.
You will get limber and supple.
Not a bad thing for a lady to be. Just sayn'
I am never afraid to try something different and don't care what I look like.
Hinduism and a vegan lifestyle is just down the road for you, Troop.
I mean, Titus is totally into yoga. Look who he married and have you ever heard him talk about eating meat?
You are going to get Crack Emcee all bent out of shape with this yoga stuff.
Well yes being limber and supple Is a good thing, I wouldn't want to hurt myself playing..... With the grandkids.
Well the girl started out with this line about "Yoga is all about spirituality and being centered .....and we aren't going to do any of that....I am just going to teach you how to stretch."
You see she knows me. It is all about the excercise.
That's why we ate a steak wrapped in bacon for dinner.
You need to compensate you know.
Good man Trooper York, stay away from Tofu, evil stuff.
No yoga for me. I like ice cream. Yoga has a funny taste, like it's spoiled or something. Some of the fruity ones aren't too bad, but I keep thinking someone left the cottage cheese out overnight, then tried to mask the bad taste by putting some blueberries in it.
Ice cream is yummy, though. Commies and conservatives alike can enjoy it.
That's why we ate a steak wrapped in bacon for dinner.
Last year, before my kid had his license, I'd drop lunch off for him every day at school. His school is only about a mile from my joint, so I'd make him a huge bacon burger, fries, and onion rings, and Dr. Pepper. Sometimes, I'd toss in four or five extra pieces of bacon in the box. I'd text him "The bacon wagon has left the station" and he knew I'd be dropping it off in a couple of minutes.
Mmmmm, bacon.
Windbag, have you ever had chocolate covered bacon? To die for.
Namaste, bitch, and welcome.
Downward Facing Dog, it is always the place you return
I feel your presence.
Our Chakras are in alignment and are ready to be at one.
tits.
Yoga for me, and I go three days a week, is all about breathing.
How many times a day to we forget about breathing?
It is really all about checking your breath and realizing you are here in this world NOW, and being human, and living and fucking Breathing!.
That's all.
Also, if you do yoga you can attain a rocking body, which isn't bad.
Who doesn't want a rocking body.
And, it is very important, but daily, I recommend that all of you concentrate on breathing and living because that is life. Each breath is another step.
I know it sounds all new age, but check your breathing, just every once and awhile.
Powerful, tits.
I think Crack is being paranoid about yoga being a new age sex cult...and then I read Titus' posts and think Crack may be right again!
did you fart???
At least your natural humours seem to be returning to balance. Especially the black bile.
Mama made very disturbing comments and forgot to breath and that is very sad. Her chakras are not in alignment and need immediate help.
Breath, MamaM. let go, relax and just fucking be.
Take that bra off, allow some room for quality time. Enjoy those large tits sagging and taking a load off.
Just be Mama, you dirty whore. If some turkey wants to nip on a tit allow it with no shame. Gobble Gobble Tom Turkey and enjoy your tit meal.
Give Mama M and I will take.
Total Namaste, ful lchakras in alignment and seeing third eye.
God bless and have a great day.
The wiki is a Generous Mother, holding out another perfectly prepared serving of wild turkey lore:
Gobblers often yelp in the manner of females, and hens can gobble, though they rarely do so. Immature males, called jakes, often yelp.
It looks like some of the major points have been covered, Crack Head MC has been summoned, the usual suspects have weighed in, but you must remember this - what Titus calls a third eye is called something else by most people.
It's a synonym for Meade.
Right now I am just hanging in downward facing dog as I type this.
Very relaxing.
Everyone should try it.
You will feel terrific.
tits.
Titus is Meade?!
Well if that was true, Meade must have some inside info into the life of a gay man, because he does it so well. Very interesting indeed. I admit to being facsinated by trying to figure out who is who.
Who the hell is who? I think some of the characters at TOP have at least a few sockpuppets. Shiloh, Love, I heart Willard, crooked hat guy, all the same person I think and they all remind me so much of some of the others, I didn't even mention.
Oh well, does it really matter at all? No, I guess not. Just strange that some folks put so much time and effort into this make believe world instead of focusing on real life and living it.
Lest I be misunderstood, Meade is an asshole. What Titus calls his third eye is what we call Meade.
Better?
Or need I continue breakin' it down? Please tell me I don't.
you ever heard him (Titus) talk about eating meat
All the effing time!....oh....you don't mean that kind of meat.
Despite what Crack thinks Yoga is not a cult and Trooper won't go to Hell or start a trippy commune if he tries Yoga.
In fact. Yoga is very useful and helps you be able to tie your shoes without help. (You can easily reach your feet LOL)
Sixty, I got it the first time!
Sixty, I got it the first time!
Ohhhhhh, nevvvverr mind.
Aw, I ever so much wanted to join Trooper's commune. I'll bet the sarongs would have been totally excellent.
Two sarongs don't make it right, however.
There's a yoga class on the cliffs of Pacific Beach[San Diego]. The instructor has a pot bellied pig w/ him. The pig just kind of waddles around. I don't know if it's a motivational tool or what. However, when I walk by I just think of bacon, ribs, ham and pulled pork.
I can't keep up with the sockpuppets either, Allie. I think Titus is mostly real, but he does do a lot of performance art when he's in a mood, I guess.
Other than that, if I suspect a sock, I don't really read them. Why bother? They're phonies.
DBQ said: Yoga is very useful and helps you be able to tie your shoes without help. (You can easily reach your feet LOL)
Is that related to your golf handicap? ;)
Shiloh, Love, I heart Willard, crooked hat guy, all the same person I think and they all remind me so much of some of the others, I didn't even mention.
Palin derangement syndrome and an obsession with gay marriage are a common feature of those characters.
Allie, I think you give TOP too much credit and should really move on.
Like I said, you are a very nice lady and should not dwell on the crap.
Just stay over here or go to other places, but not TOP.
I am not Meade and Darcy is right. I am pretty much who I say I am with some performance art embellishments thrown in to hopefully get a laugh. That's all.
And I like you Allie and think you are very cool. In a blog commenting way-you know what I mean?
tits.
@Allie: I believe that Titus is real and is from Wanna-hickey, WI.
Titus, ah you are just too sweet to be Meade, lol. Don't worry about me Titus, I don't really care one way or the other what goes on over there, it's merely amusement for me on a dull day, when summer comes I will be so busy I may not even get over here that often.
I joined a dating site,( so weird) but I have a problem, men 20 years younger keep hitting on me, they can be annoying at times, but flattering, if I say so myself. I've told the young ones to go home and bring their dads over. The older ones even those 5 years younger than me look like 70 year olds, am I being too picky? I wish I was more attracted to the little Irishman.
Maybe I'll stop dying my hair to attract more old geezers.
Darcy, your'e right of course, it's not worth really pondering who is who, I'll never really know, curiosity killed the cat, meow.
Chickie, yes I can tell Titus is from Wisconsin, he's one of us, ya ya, aina? Or maybe that's a Milwaukee thing.
A pretty lady is a pretty lady, Allie! ;-)
Darcy, I bet you have the same problem, I thought you were my sons age when I first saw you!
My theory on on-line personalities and sock puppetry and all that is this: people are who they are in all walks of life. Those who hide behind masks do so in real life and on-line. I try to deal with what I can see/read, instead of trying to second-guess who might be behind the curtain. My mistaken identity of MamaM's being Meade stemmed from someone's comment that that was the case.
I have wondered who is behind some of the identities that seem over-the-top. Goodness, Titus has been fabulously entertaining since TOP, and I'm glad to see him here. I've wondered if his act is satirical or what, and I accept his recent declaration that he is essentially what he appears to be with some performance enhancements.
Some of the oldies, like blogging cockroach, were intriguing, but I never took them seriously as a person, just a voice of a role they were playing. They're entertaining.
Some people come across as more "real" than others, which is the same in life. There are bullshitters and there are brutally honest folks. Some are engaging and others are aloof. Some of us hedge on what we want for the universe to see and others are transparent and unconcerned about their nakedness.
I choose to hide behind a moniker that I've used since the early days of the innertubes. I reveal a wee bit of incriminating information from time to time via e-mail, but am mostly careful not to reveal too much. I have kids and a business that need a measure of protection.
I like Trooper's club. It has a great vibe. Instead of over-analyzing who is who and all that stuff, I mostly enjoy the experience here.
Have a nice evening, all.
Mrs. Haz and I attended classes in a yoga studio for a while. We both liked the exercise and stretching part of it, but couldn't stand the fake spirituality of the candles, scarves, bells, gongs, background music, etc.
She still does a routine at home every morning; I need to re-start doing it. I enjoyed it.
What's the deal with sockpuppets? Shouldn't at least a few of them be more accurately described as pantyhosepuppets?
I never really understood why people delight in posting all kinds of nonsense, call names and make threats via the internet using made-up names. That falls way deep into the "no balls" category (or the "no ovaries" category, depending on your equipment status).
When I see it, I let it pass by. The chimps can throw poop at each other without my help.
Thank God that picture is cropped!
Downward facing dog is the only good thing about Yoga. Almost impossible not to fall asleep if you stay in downward facing dog long enough. Every other position is stressful and who needs that?
I plead guilty to throwing poop on that other site. Heck, it's just as good a way of relieving stress as Yoga.
Do you know Waunakee's claim to fame is it is the only one in the world?
Ever been to Waun-A-Bowl? Or Waun-A-Key? Or Waun-A-Wash?
Get it.
Waunakee.
Wauna?
Wow, I just caught that picture of DBQ's backyard. Paradise...dammit. And by the way, what's TOP? That's me, always a tail dragging behind.
Hey Titrus, I agree with you about downward facing dog. A first!
Titus not Titrus
Wisconsin is full of those awful sounding towns. Especially the insurance town, Wausau. Which was probablt settled by Poles who were trying to Americanize themselves by changing Warsaw to Wausau...or something.
Not all yoga classes has incense and gongs and all that shit.
Some are just stretching and some of those positions are fucking hard.
I think of it more as a challenge.
I am not all that limber but I do like to attend yoga class.
I have done all of them too. Hot, which is hell, power which is even more hell. Now I am into vinyasa which has actually been around forever and is nice and slow, lots of breathing. I like to concentrate on my breathing. It makes me realize I am alive at this moment.
I don't like using any "props" either, ropes, blocks etc. And no music.
Someone does always fart or queef in class though which I find entertaining.
And there are always hot women in the classes.
The men not so hot.
Many of those town's names come from some Indian somewhere.
Waunakee means peaceful valley, natch.
Doesn't every Indian word mean some sort of peaceful shit?
Wisconsin does have lots of weird town names. How about Cuba City or Pewaukee or Menomonie or Minoqua or Hurley or Ladysmith Oshkosh?
Mass town names are all from England and fab, natch.
OK, everyone can relax, I just figured it out that TOP stands for That Other Place. Acronyms. They drive me nuts cause I can't keep up with the new language of the new shiny people may they you know what. I'll bet Titus peppers his savvy talk with acronyms to prove his withitness. Not me. Sending email is still an adventure fraught with peril for yours truly and now NY State is forcing all of us to file electronically which will completely unnerve me next year when I can no longer plead primitive incompetence as my defense. In other words there is less and less defense against the charge of failing to get with modernity. A crying shame I calls it.
It's true that many of the women in Yoga classes are incredibly hot. Downright depressing.
Milwaukee means, German squaw make healthy papoose.
I would love a beach, a hammock and a beer. Not gonna happen, but I like to dream.
In The last of the Mohicans, Uncas the younger Mohican, mmmm, mmmm, way better than even Hawkeye. I bet the younger sister and him would've made beautiful babies, if they both wouldn't have gone over the cliff headfirst.
I won't watch that movie again because of that part, Allie. Too sad. But I did love the movie.
Titus, I did a surveillance @ WaunaBowl once. This was in the late 80's before good, small concealed cameras were on the market. So, I did what I did @ other similar venues. I took my kids bowling and pretended I was videotaping them. The kids never knew until they were older and I told them. my daughter said, "I wondered why we would just pick up and go places..it was fun, but I wondered." She was/is a camera hog so she never complained. My son didn't like the cameraa but he loved to go to bowling alleys, stock car races, softball games, volleyball bars, etc. when I was actually doing surveillance. Ignorance is bliss.
Yes, incredibly sad, one of my favorite movies. Lots of true life stories of European settler women being kidnapped by Indians, I'm sure it wasnt as romantic as the movies made it seem.
The soundtrack was amazing too.
Titus, There are a some Indian names in New England. Misquamicutt, RI.; Pequabuck, Ct. Heckawayi, Me.
Nick, I had a boyfriend as a teenager, that used to race stock cars, at Slinger, Hales Corners, I know there were more, don't remember them all now. All I know was, it was loud dirty and often boring.
Ricpic, truthfully I don't use any acronyms in real life and only heard TOP from someone here. I am definitely not with it when it comes to that shit.
spinelli is correct though about some New England town names being Indian.
Mass has lots of "borough", "sters", "bergs", and "port" ending town names.
Loved Last of the Mohicans, what a great fucking movie.
What I like about the women in the Yoga classes is that are not made up and look really healthy, natural beauty. All their hair is pulled back in pony tails so you can really see their faces.
They know they are going to get a work out so they come to class with no extra distractions on their face or bodies.
It is just the woman and many of them look so much more beautiful as just a woman, with no masks.
And they are all ages and many of them have amazing bodies. And many of them are incredibly limber which I find very attractive. Flexibility-in a woman is attractive, but definitely not in a man-that is just fucked up.
There are some men in the classes that are really limber and sinewy and they look weird.
Wisconsin does have lots of weird town names. How about Cuba City or Pewaukee or Menomonie or Minoqua or Hurley or Ladysmith Oshkosh?
You forgot about Token Creek,
(hehe, hehe--he said tokin')
AllieOop said...
Milwaukee means, German squaw make healthy papoose.
No Grasshopper drinker--you forget what the master said: Milly-wau-ky means "The Good Land" in Algonquin
Allie, A work comp scam for mechanics was to claim an injury and then work under the table as a mechanic during the summer stock cars for cash. my company did a surveillance @ Slinger but one of my guys did it..I've never been there. Wi. Dells, Jefferson, LaCrosse are a few in Southern Wi. I'm not a fan either.
Well, strictly speaking, Yoga is or at least was a sex cult. That's how it started.
But Crack said something wise at TOP: You're not doing Yoga, you're stretching. And he's right, generally. Not many are really following the teachings of Yoga.
Which I think is good, because as far as cult go, Yoga seems like a dangerous one to me.
I used to do this "Stretch With Priscilla" thing that came on the public television many years ago.
I need it. I'm tighter than a [obscene anatomical reference] in a [inappropriate context].
Mmmmm..bacon wrapped steak.
I got a hunk of Tri-tip marinating for the BBQ tonight...think I'll lace that sucker with bacon.
I did Yoga for years but switched to Tai Chi after I blew out my right knee skiing...it really helps with flexibility and balance as you age.
BJM, I see folks doing Tai Chi on the beach and I've tried it. Tai Chi is calming, I should get into it but these folks do it @ sunrise!!
There was a notorious queefer at my Yoga class. They did a queef investigation and she was banned permanently.
Rumor has it she was queefing deliberately because she was looking for attention.
Queefing should be done in private.
tits.
Doesn't it take two to create that phenomenon? Maybe I'm just too old, but that's how it was in my day. Perhaps it's a new talent.
Consider my response to Titus my contribution to his education concerning women's health. It's time to do some volunteering now that I'm retired.
Any time you have questions regarding women's issues, Titus, as a nurse I will be happy to set you straight.
Yeah Titus, explain autoqueefing. And I don't mean queefing done in the privacy of an automobile.
I thought a woman could just lift her leg and produce a queef.
All alone.
The Queef Sisters in South Park lifted their legs all over the place and ripped out Queefs.
Are you telling me that isn't real?
He's got you there, CL. Titus, the guy who knows more about female anatomy than anyone else who comments here, gained his encyclopedic knowledge of female genitalia on a pathetic animated television show.
Keep looking for that urethra to fuck, Titboy, you'll figure it all out someday.
It's OK Titus, how would you know ? I don't blame your lack of knowledge, it's not your fault.
Just ask Allie....
How would any of us know, Oopie, how would any of us know?
Well Sixty, um, er, um......
I bet lawnboy would be happy to do tai
chi with you nick because he respects you so much.
I mean that sincerely!
The episode was called Eat, Pray, Queef.
Even Martha Stewart got involved in it by sticking a bunch of pretty noise makers and sparkles and spangles up her cooch and queefed and it was beautiful.
tits.
I'm glad you saw that, Trooper. He is a duplicitous lying sack of shit. They're hurting but are handicapped by their baggage.
I pride myself by living w/ the credo, I don't say anything about a person w/o a willingness to say it to their face. I think the fact that this dysfuntional couple have no friends says it ALL! I've said this to them. I have refused to email that dickless asshole[thanks for the advice on that] and he has apparently gotten his mind right that I say what I mean and mean what I say[ala Popeye].
I stand corrected, the dickless asshole deleted the comments about which we spoke. He must have gotten the whip from the boss! They are imploding.
As usual someone emailed me a link to that passage. I thought it was pretty funny.
Sometimes you have to stop beating your head against a brick wall. Just sayn'
spinelli, I command you to stop going over to TOP too!
You will feel much better and happier my friend.
Trooper and Titus, I'm drawn like a moth to a flame to that train wreck of a blog. I know you're both correct. It's like good cheese popcorn, it's junk but I just can't stop eating it.
Good cheese popcorn is good.
TOP is not that. Not even close.
Hey Allie - you remember Hales Corners Speedway???? That was my hangout for a long time!
This is about Hales Corners Speedway.
You need one of these tee shirts.
Michael, I went over to your blog and left a comment, wow thanks for the memories! So you were a south side boy, I grew up on the northwest side, when Hampton and Villard Ave. were still dirt roads. My high school, John Marshall was the premier high school of the Milwaukee area, crammed with 4000 baby boomer teens. My graduating class had 500 kids. 1970.
Navigating to class in 4 minutes time (especially after gym class, when we were forced to take showers, the lesbian gym teacher stood at the entrance and actually watched to make sure we lathered up, now that I think of it that was creepy) was often impossible because of the sheer numbers of kids. The school was huge and I remember getting lost several times as a sophomore, we started high school on 10th grade after Jr. High, grades 7, 8, and 9.
As I said over in your blog, my parents being strict German immigrants, didn't approve of the stock car racer, high school drop out and it was soon over, but oh the memories of those summer nights with my girlfriends, going to the tracks to watch the bad boys race their Sportmans, priceless.
Sportsman that is. I loved those midget cars, wished the boyfriend would raced those instead , we thought they were cute.
I had a dream last night that I waked by Mamam's house and she told an army of turkeys to attack my rare clumber and me.
They were mean turkeys and wore hard hats and had backpacks on. They ripped the insides of my rare clumber apart right in front of my eyes and then came for me.
Mama was just up on her porch knitting during the entire rampage.
It was awful.
tits.
Did she have a smile on her face?
Spinelli, why do you do all that surveillance?
You could of maybe saw me dancing in the bathroom in the Wauna A Bowl.
Did you have any of the Waunabowl's food?
Who are you surveying?
No smile Allie, but completely indifferent to the chaos that was going on below her.
She did seem to be their leader though.
Titus, I'm a private investigator. I still work a few cases when I'm in Wi., but I'm mostly retired. I worked all types of cases but insurance fraud/surveillance became my specialty. That would take me to bowling alleys videotaping people who claimed to be totally disabled.
Although I don't specifically remember the Waunabowl food, I'm sure I bought some for my kids and me. All part of the cover..just a dad and his kids bowling and dad videotaping home movies. At that age my kids loved hot dogs and cheese curds so that's what we probably ate. I did many surveillances @ Dream Lanes and Bowlavard in Madison. Dream Lanes has a Pizza Pit and I have specific recollections of buying us pizza as I did surveillance. There is one bowling alley in Dane County, that shall remain nameless, where I got the manager to allow me behind the pins so I could shoot straight on and got great video of fraudsters. It was loud as hell back there but you do what you must to get the video!
I'm preparing to take up yoga along with a couple of other things in line with the current refurbishing and upgrading (which includes downsizing) campaign. I'm way too stubborn and contrary to get into spiritual, or whatever, aspects, though, so I worry not one whit about those. In my experience, those who are susceptible to that sort of thing will get caught up in it no matter what the activity/endeavor, and those who aren't, won't. So it goes.
rcommal, Along w/ the pot bellied pig yoga classes in Pacific Beach, we have hare krishnas dancing and chanting on the beach. There's a temple nearby. Those are the folks you don't want teaching you their culture. Remember the 1970's when they were all over major US airports. The movie Airport had a great scene about the krishnas.
True story, and one that still makes me laugh like hell when I think of it:
Back in 1980, I lived in a largish house with 10 people. Most of us there rotated in working part-time shifts as an aide to a young woman with disabilities who was working on getting through school. (So, we paid very low rent and made up the rest with work, a reasonable arrangement, especially as college students on tiny budgets.) This meant that most of the housemates were hired by the woman and her family, so we really didn't know each other, in most cases, until someone was hired and moved in.
ANYHOO. An opening came up and one day we had a new housemate/roomie. She was OK: She did her work well, didn't bug out on shifts, didn't refuse morning shifts for non-essential reasons, such as being too hungover, etc. She was a little off, though, sort of detached, and had all these meetings she didn't talk about, but that was OK because they were noted on the schedule, didn't--as I noted--affect her doing the shifts she was committed to--so who the hell cared what they were or what she doing?
It turned out that she was, of all things, a Moonie (later, she participated in one of those Moonie mass wedding thingies that made the news back then). I kid you not. Fortunately, she did not try to proselytize us, and she was a neat, clean responsible housemate, so the majority of us housies just ignored it (though, I confess, we did express private amusement and wonderment).
One sunny Saturday morning, I was on duty when one of regular, townie Jehovah's Witness teams stopped by. The Moonie housie happened to answer to the door. Therein commenced one of the oddest conversations--scratch that, *interactions*--I had ever observed to date then (and, frankly, one of the oddest of its types to date NOW). The affects and alone of the people involved was a sketch. Eventually, I had to go upstairs to my room for a bit.
And I still find myself giggling, a tad uncontrollably and no doubt in a disrespectful, non P.C. way, when I think of it.
This housie was pretty amusing when we passed by the Hare Krishnas who occasionally danced outside the then Student Center, which was just a few blocks up the street from the house.
Oh, Lord. I gotta go pee.
It was loud as hell back there but you do what you must to get the video!
My dad says he worked in a bowling alley as a pin setter when he was young, and claims you haven't been hit in the nuts until you've been hit in the nuts by a flying bowling pin.
R,L, I can only imagine that exchange, I wonder if either of them felt like cracking up in the middle of it?
Are we there yet?
So where are we going? We've been around the country a bit, let's all crash at Trooper's house. I'm envisioning a VW bus with a peace sign on the side pulling up in his driveway, with a bunch of yakking commenters spilling out of it, Lisa's face has a look of horror on it.
windbag, Mike Royko was a pin boy in his youth. Like my being a caddy, you learned a lot about adults @ an early age.
When we lived in Chicago, Southport Lanes still had pin boys. It's not far from Wrigley. We liked bowling there because it was a little slower paced[beer consumption went up]. Southport Lanes iks now a yuppy bar as is all of Southport area. It went from ethnic/blue collar to yuppie in the 90's. So sad.
I live down by the river, but don't have a van.
Where we got was to comment 100. YAY!
rcommal, Maybe your old Moonie roommate got a job @ the Washington Times.
I'm so in the van, Allie. I can play a hippie! I had hippie brothers and a hippie sis. And I look good in a headband.
I am a convincing Mr. Natural look-alike. Either that or a garden gnome. But in any case, I am there.
Good! Now we need a bottle of Ripple. Heh.
Remember when the van/bus was heading out to California to visit me: link?
Yeah! Why didn't we make that trip? Dang it.
Funny how Meade ended up getting arrested in a rest stop, eh? Said his stance was that wide due to Althouse ridin' him so hard.
But back to the question at hand - I'll go, but I want to be Kesey. You are either on the bus or you are off the bus.
Oh! LOL
Darce, do not laugh at my comments. That only encourages me.
If we're going to San Francisco.....we'll be sure to wear some flowers in our hair, Darcy.
I hope I remember more of the trip this time around.
Good! Now we need a bottle of Ripple. Heh.
Nonono....Annie Greensprings :-P
Or White Port and Lemon Juice....very popular with the blues musicians I knew at the time. Also called shake em ups (Listen to the end of the clip)
Pretty good drink for rotgut wine.
:-D
Back from our trip and had a blast!!!
That does sound good, DBQ. I love anything lemon.
And def flowers in our hair, Allie.
I plan on remaining sober. No wacky tobaccy, no sweet sweet wine. I want to be the designated driver, especially in the mountains, I will make you all yelp with delight, or fear.....
Whoa!
It looks like I stumbled into a group acid flashback.
No way MamaM is buying Allie Oop's uni-corny promises and getting in a van with her driving. We've been over this road before, with her volunteering for designated driver and all. Besides that, with her and Darcy and who knows what other seatcover painting toenails, fussing around with hair product, and flirting with all the truckers at the rest stop, it'll be one long haul. Windows open, feet hanging out, the radio blaring, chickenlittle declaring himself to be the Rubber Duck, Allie taking her eye off the road to turn around and shout "Are we having fun or what!!"every five minutes. No thanks.
Nope. MamaM' will find her own ride. If Titus hooks up with the Jimmy haulin' hogs, we might just have us a convoy.
Purple haze all in my brain.
Woke up after a dream about taking a ride in the magic bus with my blog friends. Felt like I was 20 again.
*Looks atound*
Whoa, man! Like, where'd the empty Annie Green Springs, Ripple and Swizzle bottles come from? And like was that a bonfire??
And who's that in my sleeping bag with me??
And man, have I got the munchies!
Hi Michael! Hopefully there was some Strawberry Hill in there. ;-)
I'd have figured Haz to be more of a 40s guy.
Every day brings a new revelation at TY.
...chickenlittle declaring himself to be the Rubber Duck,
Most fowl!
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