OMGY (Oh My God, Yoli), you have uptown friends.

At the last wedding of my friends, I just got a six pack of the cheapest at Betty's Beer, Bait and Beauty Shoppe, five earrings/lures (also from Betty's), four pints of 'shine, three tins of Copenhagen, two boxes of grits and one pre-paid nuttin' in the back room of Betty's the next time he's caught again with a floozie.

PS. Flying at night I believe is separate from an instrument rating. Check at a local flight school.

Arab Nights (imported) wrote: Fri Aug 29, 2008 9:41 am OMGY (Oh My God, Yoli), you have uptown friends.

At the last wedding of my friends, I just got a six pack of the cheapest at Betty's Beer, Bait and Beauty Shoppe, five earrings/lures (also from Betty's), four pints of 'shine, three tins of Copenhagen, two boxes of grits and one pre-paid nuttin' in the back room of Betty's the next time he's caught again with a floozie.

PS. Flying at night I believe is separate from an instrument rating. Check at a local flight school.

Arab Evenings,

Yoli the Country Girl sez: If'n y'all don't want them grits and/or lures I'll be deeeeelighted to take 'em off yore hands. When you use the 'nuttin coupon a few friends and I will be happy to serve as bridesmaids for the occasion. However, of the six, only three are guaranteed not to faint.

Re your PS (Not to be confused with my PMS): The manuals for the groom's IFR training were selected by one of our neighbors (three miles away). Said neighbor is a former Naval aviator and flies with the Civil Air Patrol. He flew in Desert Storm and has some sort of memento on his credenza, and framed certificate on the wall above, commemorating his having the best record for "traps" (carrier landings) among the pilots in the ship's entire Air Group on that cruise. (I wonder if an Air Group has groupies. If so, I'd be honored to be one of HIS!) Ya' think? I've got to believe he knows whereof he speaks.

BTW, the aforementioned pilot is also rated for single engine seaplane. Besides the regular plane he keeps at a local airport, he has something called a Lake Amphibian ("Lake", he tells me, is the name of the company, it does not refer to a water body.) He gave me a ride in it once and I can tell you that taking off and landing on water is a (only slightly terrifying) hoot.

Here's one...not his though.

http://wpi.bz/lafc/siteimages/lake_la-4_n45l.jpg

The good news! BG and The One, The Only, Original FUBG (Now WOBG) will be arriving this very day to attend tomorrow's wedding. They will be here for a few days. Recently, BG visited something called Armor Branch Management to discuss his next move. He wants another tour in Iraq OR one in Afghanistan but ABM sez he ought to attend War College if he plans to stick around for a few more years. WOBG, of course, prefers the War College option, since they wouldn't be separated and he is slightly less likely to get dead. He'll hate being away from his favorite toys (See: Tanks) but he knows that his current assignment will be the last which affords what he calls "Turret Time". From now on he'll have higher level commands, regimental or brigade level, or higher level staff assignments. If he sticks around beyond that, he becomes General BG while still in his forties. Wow!

Frankly, I hope he opts out soon and that the two of them come home for good. I need his, er, "attentions", on a more regular basis, his being the ONLY fully functional male peepee in my world. To say that I'm more than willing to resume regular fun and games with him and his spouse would constitute gross understatement.

Ash(leigh) shares my hopes and optimism re their permanent homecoming. She won't lose her job and "residency" here at The Land Of A Thousand Delights, BG assures her, since he and WOBG intend to PAR-TAY hearty when they leave the Army as well as devote themselves to quiet efforts in the charity and (possibly) political realm.

Downside: The fun 'n games that have gone on here since their wedding and departure will slow down considerably. Can you say "Screeching halt". The KiKaKo will have to find another venue except when the happy couple are out-of-town.

BG...Poor Lil' Rich Kid...Sniffle.

Well, off to check my traps.

Love to all,

Yoli

Eat, drink, be merry! Repeat as needed.

Yoli here, at 4AM, 2%-fat milk and cookies to hand. (Oatmeal Raisin w/walnuts!) My cat keeps biting my toes!

Well, the wedding was a huge success. The reception was fantastic. The food and beverage were in keeping with occasion and the three live music groups were fine; Jazz group, Polka Band, and a great 18-piece "Big Band".

BG and WOBG are asnooze in the master suite in the Big House. Ash(leigh) is asleep atop the covers on her own bed, looking like a long and lovely lily.

As usual, insomnia rules Yoli.

No fun 'n games with BG and spouse since their arrival on Friday. Not to worry. We have an "appointment" for later today, post-meridian, after church. Or, as BG says, "After Chapel". Ash(leigh) will be part of the mix.

Poor BG! He's gonna be one tired cavalryman by sundown. Having to satisfy three "mounts" at one time is a challenge to any horse soldier. I suspect WOBG will concentrate most of her efforts on me and Ash(leigh), having been deprived of an outlet for her Sapphic leanings for some time. That might make BG's job a little easier...NOT!

May report (if you ask nicely.)

Remember, please, that there is NO castration play or even mention thereof when BG is the star of the show; Not ever. Nor is Barry ever invited to the "party" (which drives him nuts...No, wait! How can a person w/o nuts be driven...my head hurts.) Barry admits he's salivated like Pavlov's Pups the few times he's see BG's (Well, so do I...so what?) and has semi-joked he'd die happy if he could give BG a BJ by way of a last meal. Not a chance.

Time to brush my toofies, tinkle, gather up my cat, and so to bed.

God Bless All,

Yo...ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ

FianceeUvBigGuy (imported) wrote: Mon Sep 01, 2008 1:26 am May report (if you ask nicely.)

We'll ask nicely, plead nicely, beg nicely. We'll shoo away the cat and suck your toes. Anything! Oh please, please, please!

Arab Nights (imported) wrote: Mon Sep 01, 2008 6:01 am We'll ask nicely, plead nicely, beg nicely. We'll shoo away the cat and suck your toes. Anything! Oh please, please, please!

Love me...Love my :kittygray...and my >^..^<. Only a privileged few are allowed near my toes.

The scheduled carnality went well. BG should be out of intensive care (dehydration, sore , hallucinations, sprained back, etc.) any time now.

WOBG is talking funny...tongue cramps...so am I.

Ash(leigh), as usual, weathered the event seemingly unscathed. Once she had sampled both BG's and WOBG's wares and attentions, she kissed all three of us, rose, cool and patrician as always, excused her tall blonde self, and padded silently away. She returned to our carriage house nest, showered, dressed, and drove away (in my Miata, with the top down,) for a quiet drive in the Beautiful Texas Hill Country, returning about 9PM, and going to bed without ceremony or comment. I "Do Not Disturb" when she's in this mode.

I never really know what she's thinking. Maybe that's why I am so enchanted by her...moreso with every passing day. My own mom once said...MUCH to my surprise..."If there is not to be marriage to a man in your life, stay with Ash(leigh). She will take good care of you." Mom? A Lesbian "marriage"? Is that really you, Mom? Wow! Mom's more enlightened than I ever imagined.

More Kawfee! Then I wait impatiently 'til about 7AM, go over to the Big House, and prepare breakfast for all. I may have to eat standing up.

Love to all,

Yoli

The Girl With The Satisfied Smile and some high school type *"hickeys" on neck, bewbs, thighs, hiney, and mound...Go Team!

*WOBG is a biter.