Thursday, September 15, 2005

The skink has left the building


Sorry, peeps. This is the post that knocks the picture of the skink out of the THINGS I'VE SAID LATELY column and into the archives. So now for your daily skink fix (pretty blue tail, beady little eyes, tiny little toes that perhaps have even tinier little suction cups or perhaps not...) you'll have to do a little digging. Sorry, but time marches on. Time, tide and skinks wait for no man. Or lollygagging woman. Sorry.

The mailman lady offered me a job driving a tow truck. Seems she owns a tow truck company. "Here's today's annoying flyers. Wanna drive a tow truck for me?" How strange.

Some people spend a little time each morning eating grapefruits. I spend a few minutes each afternoon picking them up and throwing them away. Dang grapefruits.


Ramblin' Ed Tip For a Better Life #74:
You have to be big enough to be happy. Small people can only hold a little happiness, and it shows.

There's a lady at work gives me a hug everyday. Actually she gives one to just about everybody, but I look forward to mine more than theirs. She's a little ol' short thing from Texas. She has a, quote, "Latin boyfriend". Down here the word "Latin" describes quite a number of nationalities. So anyway, yesterday, JOKINGLY, I said to her she needed to drop the poser and go out with me. It would be OK as I had some Latin in me. "You do?", she asked. "Yep", I said, "I had a cuban sandwich for lunch." She punched me in my arm and laughed. No word on dropping the poser, though.

Who wrote these 2 songs? He's southern. He's a rocker. But he's not normally considered a southern rocker. (Answer in next post, if I remember and you haven't guessed it):

#1
Honey don't walk out
I'm too drunk to follow
You know you won't feel this way tomorrow
Well, maybe I'm a little rough around the edges
Inside a little hollow
I get faced with some things sometimes
That are so hard to swallow

Hey hey hey!
I was born a rebel
Down in dixie on a sunday morning
Yeah with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel

Well she picked me up in the morning
And she paid all my tickets
Yeah she screamed in the car
And threw me out in th e thicket
Well I never would've dreamed
That her heart was so wicked
Oh but I keep coming back
Cause it's so hard to kick it


I was born a rebel
Down in dixie on a sunday morning
Yeah with one foot in the grave
And on e foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel


Even before my father's fathers
They called us all rebels
Burned our cornfields
And left our cities leveled
I can still see the eyes
Of those blue bellied devils
When I'm walkin g round tonight
Through the concrete and metal


I was born a rebel
Down in dixie on a sunday morning
Yeah with one foot in the grave
And one foot on the pedal
I was born a rebel


#2
There's a southern accent,
where I come from
The young 'uns call it country
The yankees call it dumb
I got my own way of talkin'
But everything is done,

with a southern accent
Where I come from


Now that drunk tank in Atlanta's
Just a motel room to me
Think I might go work Orlando
If them orange groves don't freeze
I got my own way of workin'
But everything is run,

with a southern accent
Where I come from


For just a minute there I was dreaming
For just a minute it was all so real
For just a minute she was standing there, with me


There's a dream I keep having
Where my mama comes to me
And kneels down over by the window
And says a prayer for me
I got my own way of prayin'
But every one's begun
With a southern accent
Where I come from


I got my own way of livin'
But everything gets done
With a southern accent
Where I come from


Just one calorie. No MSG, out
Ramblin' Ed



7 comments:

Blogger Unknown said...

that man is scary. . . just so yah know

7:31 AM  
Blogger Red Queen said...

Ohhhhh, I know, I know, pick me, pick me, pick me!!!!!!

Jenns right about the scary man- scarier still- Ed with a tow truck- He would do much better with a toe
truck cause " his feets take him places" and there are less mechanics involved in clipping toe nails then hooking up and dragging dead cars home.

I too love to give hugs. It is a great way to exchange energy- cheers the other person up even though I have just passed off the negative yuckiness that has been clinging to me all day. Awesome invention them hugs.

Tommy Petty by the way! Just put the prize in the mail. I will be waiting with coffee breath most likely but then I cant even fathom baited breath- what does bait taste like????Fish?????

10:39 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Been gone only three days and look at ya. ;-)

10:59 AM  
Blogger Unknown said...

I think what happens is a person only comes equiped with so much happiness and as they get bigger if they don't do something to fix the proportions it just spreads all out. And sometimes the happiness gets so unhappy with being all spread out that it desides to recongregate and escape the offending body. Thats when it seeps out all gold and shiny. Yah know like happiness should be. mmm shiny -Jn

1:08 PM  
Blogger Ramblin' Ed said...

Red Queen wins the prize. It was indeed Tom Petty. From a great album, too, by the way.

The scary guy was a huffer. And that was his mug shot. He was a little surprised to get arrested. Didn't know how they figured him out. I have another mug shot for tomorrow.

As for being big enough to be happy, well that's a pretty expansive idea. I'm thinking if you are comfortable in your own skin, strong enough to be flexible and willing to give others room to be happy without getting all hung up in the "got mine" attitude, then you're big enough to be happy. Unfortunately I seem to understand it a little better than I can describe it. But, to put your mind at ease, Jn, I doubt I'll ever get anywhere near exploding.

Welcome back Murf. Just look art us.

1:44 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Not quite back yet, Ramblin' Ed but I will re-read that on Sunday morning. :-)

2:32 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Mmm... so what?

11:19 AM  

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