The Irish Bloke

There once was a blonde beauty
who was quite the cutie.

She met an Irish bloke
who after a drink would have a smoke.

After they married
Three babies of his she carried.

The babies were lasses
admired by the masses.

The Irish man's life
was surrounded with beauties including his wife.

She had a beautiful sister
who married a Sand Mister.

She called herself Annie-bo
and at times she was full of woe.

She wrote a story about the Irishman
because she is his biggest fan.

She plans to celebrate National David Day
in a real special way.

Her plans include
to have a bad attitude.

To drink a diet Mountain Dew
in honor of you.

To eat corn beef and cabbage
as she finishes this blabbage.

Because it causes a lot of gas
tomorrow to be passed.

In honor of my almost brother
the Irish one and no other.

tomorrow is his special day
HaHaHa---no way.

The Irish bloke was full of himself
and in pretty good health.

This is only to give him sh*t
that is all that is it.

My dear Daivd what do you think of my wit?
Is it a hit?

This is my way
in the style of Andrew Dice Clay.

RED

There was a man called Rhode Island Red
who promised to wed
If only I would go to bed.

So we tumbled and rolled
He never produced the gold.
I don't think he was ever that bold.

He was called home
and left me alone
with no one to bone.

I give many thanks
that he owed that bank
and his mom was the money tank.

His mom she set me free
and I got to be me
and met the man who got down on his knee.

Now I have wedded bliss
at times I do miss
that red headed kiss.

Now I live in redneck land
and listen to the country bands
with my man from SAND.

He drives a big truck
but doesn't hunt duck
and likes to f**k.

I am sorry for the dirty word
but I wrote this for the man married to bird
he is a smart assed turd.

JEALOUSY

It turns a beautiful rose into a crumbled pile of ugliness. It snuffs life out of all things living. It makes the loved the lonely and the lonely the lost. It turns things of beauty into the unrecognizable. It is surrounding me, trying to encompass and engulf me. I fear it will kill the love and purity in my heart. I am trying to reach the man I fell in love with, but the more I reach out for him the farther away he seems. I try to reach for his hand so we can walk away from the land of the jealous into the land of loved as they are parallel in the same universe. The harder I pull the more he struggles and sinks farther down. I feel my gripe slipping. I beg and plead for him to relax and accept my loving grasp before it is to late. Please believe in the honesty and purity of my love. I am here.

Love

Love is a very strange beast--it hurts it causes happiness, it causes craziness. Why does it change its face and shape so frequently. It started as a soft beautiful rose then moved into a double edged blade slicing through me until I was a shred of the being I once was. Now it is a tourniquet cutting off my ability to breathe. I try to reassure that I am here with no intention of running but the more I reassure it lets up only to tighten up. No matter what I say or do it becomes more difficult to breathe. I cannot continue this dangerous dance but how do I turn it back to the rose soft and warm. My love is true and honest-- the only way I know how to be THIS IS WHO I AM.

Just a Man and other great songs

I want everyone to check out www.jasonaldean.com he is a fantastic upcoming new country star. One of my favorite songs is "JUST A MAN", in honor of my hard working man and of course all the hard working men I know and love. He is only 28 and has such a strong voice and such heart felt songs. He will be in Fort Collins at the Aggie Theater on October 26th. I just have to find someone to go with me and someone to be in charge of the little people. I am also fond of Hot Apple Pie and Cowboy Troy. I really love if you don't want to love me by the Hick-Hop Cowboy. For other great blogs check out THE FIRST DAY... and THE LAST DAY.... I owe my development of my blog to this two. Godspeed.

Rock of Sand

Those who seem hard as a rock and then turn to sand all at the hand of of a woman. Why does this happen to all those who I love. My special almost brother is spinning in a whirlpool of pain because of a fellow woman kind. His pain is so great and there is nothing I can do to take it away. I can only reassure him that he is wonderful and lovable and wanted but only over the phone. I cannot hug him or offer him a warm place to come home to. He is a wanderer out looking for his "home". He tries to be so strong and hard but is really a softie deep down. To my special "almost brother" I say to you, we love you and will always be here for you thick or thin. Please know this. May the angels watch over you and help you heal. Godspeed.

Friends and Family

Many come and many go. There are friends for certain purposes and friends for no reasons at all. We have shared many good times and many bad but in the end there is only those who hold you in their hearts. To my long standing friend(s) I say this to you- I love you. We shouldn't let people or distance separate us. We are born into families, we choose our friends. I am blessed to have Bird Meadow, Nae-ner, and Beep as my best friends and also my family. Then there are my almost brothers thank you for them. I almost forgot the anchors of this-- Nanna and Poppa without you I would be less me. Then there is the man who takes and gives the most crap of all I love you forever and always. My little people are my angels on earth, thank you all for loving me and for making me realize that the universe is in control and I am here to enjoy the ride- even all the lumps and bumps. Thank you all for being here on this ride with me to make it even more enjoyable.

Oops

I guess I don't know how to do this very well. Maybe I will get better as time goes on. Why am I the only one to reach out to everyone? People suck. (and sometimes that is good and sometime that is bad).

Times goes by and by and by

Why do we continue to feel young and vibrant even though we when we look in the mirror time has left us behind. Why do I always hold so tightly to all my memories and others cannot even barely remember them. I wonder where I would be with my Grandpa by my side? Would I be here, would I be there, would I put up with all the shit I do. He was my foundation, my strength, the one I could always count on no matter what- and then he was gone. I still feel him by my side trying to guide me this way or that but do I listen or am I too caught up in the everyday bullsh*t to hear the guiding of my "angels".I guess I am in a mid-life kind of crisis even though I hope this really isn't the middle of my life. I go on trying to sort it out but everyone is wanting my attention or energy. I need a place to go to be without being pulled or pushed or yanked....As I ramble on.

Super Dave

To the best almost brother I have. You make me smile, you make me laugh. You are pure golden and true. It is about time for an end of the season party till you puke or the sun comes good time.

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