Gut Rumbles

April 15, 2005

off to the real rodeo

I'm fixing to head out of here and drive to the Catfish mansion. From there, we will go to Brunswick and deplete the inventory of a liquor store that happens to be along the way. I'm taking my laptop, but I don't expect to blog again until Sunday night, when I will be back home if none of my premonitions come true.

These Jawja blog-meets are dangerous things.

Heh. I'm ready for whatever happens.


May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.

(traditional gaelic blessing)

I trust Monday morning will find you in better spirits ... but then call me a Pollyanna.

Posted by: Maggie on April 15, 2005 09:49 AM

see you Monday. Don't get sick :)

Posted by: caltechgirl on April 15, 2005 11:38 AM

I knowed ya could get her done.....Attaboy !!!

Posted by: arathorn on April 15, 2005 11:55 AM

May neither of you fall off the face of the Earth, so long as there's a blade of grass to hold onto. An Irishman is never drunk, in that case.
Nor Crackers, I just added you in.
Have a great time, man.

Posted by: Horrabin's Mistakes on April 15, 2005 12:28 PM

Maggie, you forgot the line of
"and may you be in hevan a half hour before the devil knows you're dead".........

Posted by: Maeve on April 15, 2005 01:52 PM

Acid, don't believe in heaven, Maeve...and I didn't want to be accused of protilitizing to a damn atheist!

Posted by: Maggie on April 15, 2005 02:59 PM

I thought this might be relevant for your current predicament you find yourself in just some lyrics from one of my favorite songs by Rodney Crowell

When the winds of change hit hard and knock you off your guard
And you find out there's a serpent in the grass
Though forked tongues might speak if truth is what you seek
This too will pass

When your all tied up in knots and your friends are taking shots
And the sun comes up and kicks you in the ass
When your stumbling down the aisle and you feel like you're on trial
This too will pass

Sometimes you've gotta go down the middle of the road
Where compromise puts speed bumps in your path
If you know what you want don't let no one say you don't
This too will pass

Sometimes you gotta crawl through the middle of it all
But don't compromise your heart for something crass
When everything you do just feels like nothing new
This too will pass

When your all locked up in pain be careful who you blame
This too will pass

Posted by: gravdigr on April 15, 2005 04:00 PM

just remember your Irish diplomacy...... your ability to tell a man to go to hell, so that he will look forward to making the trip....... now drink up.....

Posted by: Kelley on April 15, 2005 07:38 PM

Beware the Ides of March...

Okay, it's April... so sue me!

Posted by: mostly cajun on April 15, 2005 08:45 PM

We'd be there if we lived closer. Have fun and tell the bunch I said hi!

Posted by: Your Daughter on April 15, 2005 08:51 PM

Damn, I wish I were there. Don't forget to have all the ladies kiss Catfish for me.

Posted by: Mamamontezz on April 17, 2005 12:17 AM

Sorry we couldn't be there. Maybe next time.
Hope ya got everything accomplished that you wanted to.
Safe travels, mi amigo.

Posted by: UziQ on April 17, 2005 01:06 PM
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