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dgroove In reply to eliq [2003-11-13 14:17:33 +0000 UTC]

Tis funny, yes... I've been in this situation too often.. but I've learned to control it all to merely internal (inside my brain case) registering of disappointment and sometimes even horror.... actually in my case i usually don't even have the excuse of being drunk, as i have the well known jewish toelrance of a housefly when it comes to shpiritz.

oink. d

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eliq In reply to dgroove [2003-11-13 14:40:40 +0000 UTC]

How does controlling it inside your brain case work for you. Are you a great actor... so it doesn't leak into your eyes and expression. Lucky you. Or maybe not. Good acting can keep those boozy cigarette belchers coming back for more. Yikes.


Cowgirl Sally

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dgroove In reply to eliq [2003-11-13 15:22:24 +0000 UTC]

I'm probably a terrible actor.... guys are constantly under-rating a goil's much vaunted sense of intuition... I am probably often quietly filed under "I", for Insincere Cracker Asshole.

Ride 'em out.

D

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eliq In reply to dgroove [2003-11-13 15:35:07 +0000 UTC]

Well, unless you try to make the goil's feel like their intuition is off... if you give no reassurance, you might be in the ass licker file. Wait. That would be a good one.

I need to tell you my horse riding story. It is hilarious. Let me know if you want to know about the adventures in the Rockies on a horse named... shit. I forgot the name. I'll have to search my brain for that.


Buckin Betty

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dgroove In reply to eliq [2003-11-13 15:49:43 +0000 UTC]

Tell me about the horsey.

Horseys hate me. A horsey once threw me about fifty yards on my head. Actually I recently took a little italian schnitzel up on her offer to go horseback riding and went home with black and blue balls. Now my balls hate horses too. Actually I think balls everywhere hate horses. Also. Horses fart. Loud. And often.

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eliq In reply to dgroove [2003-11-13 16:28:59 +0000 UTC]

You've got me belly laughing. Yes, I think balls everywhere do hate horsies. My brother was with me on this adventure and I laughed at him uncontrollably because of how ridiculous he looked trying to ball dodge. Of course, he had no success with that... he just looked stupid trying.

Okay, so this summer, while you were away, I went on a trip to the Rocky Mountains. We even celebrated with a little John Denver. Had to make it whole ya know. Even though, that was somewhat torturous (sp?)

So, my brother, Shaine and I traveled for 27 hours straight in a little truck to the Rockies for a family reunion on my father's side. Our family is NOT close knit, hell, we aren't even closely knit to our father, so you can imagine how detached we are from his entire side of the family. Some of these people I had never even met. We arrived in these mountains at 2 in the morning and we were delirious. I was actually having mental problems. Seriously, my brother was scared. No sleep, cabin fever, and anxiety mixed with the fact that I had never left my son before made me a complete lunatic.

So, we get there and there is no cabin for us... noone is awake to check us in and to top it off, our father has not arrived yet. So, we broke into one of the cabins and slept there for the night. The next morning, I was looking out the cabin window, and I didn't recognize one person. It was seriously like being in the twilight zone.

Basically, the entire trip progressed in a similar fashion. I was a wreck the whole time. My dad wouldn't even carry on a conversation with me. I would ask him something, he would stare at me and stroke his non existing mustache, nod, and then turn around and walk off.

So, on the next to the last day, we decided to go horse back riding. Me, Shaine, Dad, Regina (my little half sister), Cassandra (my niece), and Lem (my nephew). I was very excited about this. So, we get on these horses. Mine was named Macaroni. The girl who brought him to me said "You might have to really give him a kick, he is really slow." So I'm thinking "Great, here I want an adventure and I get a mongoloid horse." So we all start walking on these horses, going up and down big hills and what not and I start getting antsy. I wanted to go running on this animal. What is the point of walking a horse? So, I ask if I can take the horse running. The guide said "Have you ever ridden a horse before?" I said, " Yes, I used to own one" Of course, that was when I was six, but I didn't tell her that. My brother is with me on this. So, we both take our horses trotting, first, and then RUNNING. I get so excited that I start screaming " WHOO HOO, YEAH, WHOOOOOO" and my horse gets either scared or excited too, or maybe both. He starts bucking and I'm holding on for dear life. I had this smile going from ear to ear the whole time. I stayed on this bucking horse for about 25 seconds and then he did this side twisting buck and I flew off sideways and landed some feet away SMACK on my left hip. It knocked the wind out of me. But I am somewhat of a pain lover, so this just excited me more. I got up and started running full speed yelling "MACARONI GET BACK HERE, MACARONI..." I chased this horse for about a mile, caught up to him, grabbed the reigns, and hopped back on him like a movie makin' cowgirl. It was a true cinematic moment. Of course, the guide was pretty freaked out and amazed at the same time. But she wouldn't let me go running again. This whole thing made the entire trip though. My hip hurt like a bitch, but it was worth it. It did suck riding back with a bruised hip and inner thighs for 24 hours straight (it took less time to get back because we knew where we were going). God Bless Macaroni, "the slow horse" Yeah right.


Ropin' Bronco

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dgroove In reply to eliq [2003-11-13 16:56:56 +0000 UTC]

Fantastic. Macaroni the slow as sloth with one leg horse. Priceless.

I love that you got up and ran right after the ole sonamabitch screaming like frog in a pan of hot oil. (not a real figure of speech)...

I would have held up a finger and said, " Excuse me Mr. Horsie. Why did you throw me, sir? It's very painful." etc... to which Macaroni would have given a classic Italian "ma cagare."

Good god girly, what kid of fam have you got out there in them yon hills? Opposite of my family -- 23 of us grew up within two blocks... What does your pop do?

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eliq In reply to dgroove [2003-11-13 17:11:39 +0000 UTC]

I thought the running after him was the best part too. And a frog in a pan of hot oil is right, actually, and funny.

I can't even imagine living so close to so many relatives. That must have been nice. When I moved here I saw a lot of that. Everyone here is "kin" I never really fit into the kin mix.

My father is a professor. He teaches at two places in CA. He has a PhD in philosophy and religion. He teaches about comparative religions and the life and teachings of Jesus. And I think that he teaches New Testament too.

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