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Happy July 2nd! Only two days till the 4th and one day for Ginny's birthday. She gets more beautiful each day. A few weeks ago, Ginny and I celebrated my very dear friend's birthday. We drove to Ohio for it. The 10 hours of traffic was worth it. Read all about are fun time. Kick Up Your Heels I hadn't been back to Ohio in more than two years. I missed my friends. An invitation from my dear friend Deb came in the mail. It was for her 50th birthday party. We readily accepted. Ginny and I drove 10 hours to get there. We arrived late Friday evening, helped decorate, and saw many of my olds friends. I got to introduce my lovely bride, Ginny, to those who hadn't had the privilege on our last visit. The next night, the DJ set up, the caterers brought in the food, and guests began to arrive. There were a lot of new faces in the group. All the old gang was there, but new people had moved into the neighborhood - quickly adopted into Deb's family of friends. Deb is a huge fan of the Scottish heritage and its charm. She writes romance stories based on that era. I had a surprise for her. Ginny and I went downstairs. She helped me get onto my Scottish costume. As we adjusted my belt and sash, I asked, "Do you think I should go natural under my kilt?" "Not in this crowd," she was quick to reply. I went upstairs, stood in the large room, where the DJ was set up. All the guests were outside eating, talking, and enjoying the wonderful evening. I grabbed the microphone, "Deborah, I want to wish you a happy birthday. For those that don't know me, my name is Michael. Deb and I have been writing buddies and friends for many years. It's a real pleasure to be here on her special day. 'Deb, if you will step in here, I have a little surprise for you." She walked in the room, saw me in my costumes and started to laugh. She walked up and hugged me - clung to me actually. She laughed so hard, tears ran down here cheeks. When she gained control of herself, she said, "Michael, I love you, you nut! This is the best birthday present ever." I gave her a big hug, "I love ya, sis." The next thing I know, cameras flashed as she lifted the back of my kilt for all to see. My Ginny is a wise woman. Within twenty minutes, my kilt was lifted four times, by different ladies. I changed back. It wasn't safe out there in a kilt. The DJ played '50's Rock-n-Roll all night long. An hour went by. No one was dancing. The DJ put on "The Twist." I rushed to Ginny, "Come on, Hun. Let's dance!" She was talking to one of my old friends, "Not right now, Hun. I'm talking to Ralph. In a little bit, OK?" "OK," I said. I was disappointed, but I understood. She didn't want to be rude. I walked around the patio. The urge to dance was strong. I passed a group of people. A lady standing with her husband caught my eye. She asked, "Doesn't anyone do the twist anymore?" "They sure do!" I said. "Come on! Let's go!" I tossed my shoes to the corner. I can't twist in shoes. We twisted around the room. I twisted low to the floor, spun in a circle, and twisted back up again. In the background, I heard Ginny encouraging me, "You go, Baby! You go!" The song ended - another began. My partner and I continued to dance. Ginny joined us. Soon, another joined us. I was dancing with five, then six, then ten to twelve ladies. We stood in a circle, danced, sang, laughed and smiled. Ginny strutted her stuff. My little gal sure knows how to move. We rarely get the chance to dance together. It was only the third time we have had the chance. We made the best of it. Later that evening, the DJ called me over, "Mike, do you think you, Bruce (Deb's husband), and a few other guys would be willing to act out 'The Village People's' song, 'YMCA?'" "I'm game," I replied. We gathered a group of guys together. The DJ handed us hats - I was the construction worker. The music started. The crowd gathered around. We pretended to sing into inflatable microphones, taking turns dancing to the center of the room to show our moves, and make complete fools of ourselves. I had the elegance of a walrus. I like to have a good time and am not afraid to make a fool of myself. It's me. I once waved out a window at passing cars and learned the magic of the clown inside. This night was no different. By the time the party ended, Ginny and I knew everyone there. After the kilt lifting, they knew me very well. Don't hold the clown inside. Let it out. Kick up your heels, have some fun, and laugh. You won't have to find new friends, they'll come to you. Michael T Smith I love your comments. Please send them to mtsmith@qwestonline.com. To read more stories or to sign up for my ezine, got to: http://archives.zinester.com/86758 Please share my stories, but I ask that you include the links for new members to join. To unsubscribe, see: http://www.zinester.com/cgi/unsub.cgi?86758&0& Now some comments on my past stories: Michael, Another great story! You never disappoint. I also wanted to thank you for passing along the info for Parent's Wish. I also cried, it is beautiful. Then I, too, passed it along to my friends and family. Thanks. Patricia ************* Dear Mike, Another beautiful story which has touched me again. My mother is dying and is 75 today and her love is feeding the birds outside her kitchen window. I am in the process of looking for new tenants and a lovely carpenter is interested in moving in. I have a poem by Mary Oliver above my computer "How Would You Live Then ?" - and one of the lines says "What if the mockingbird came into the house with you and became your advisor?" She also writes "What if you painted a tree, and the leaves began to rustle, and a bird cheerful sang from its painted branches ?" I am sure we are tuned in ! That's what hearts and humour is about I think - listening with enormous sensitivity as you do and as you so willingly share then helping others to hear the birdsong. Thank you for the connection ! love Rachel *********** Michael, enjoyed your story about "The Bread machine" thanks for the reminder about our children also. As far as Ginny and her finger, (ouch)(I di the same thing with a toe, was dancing barefoot, did a turn, toe caught in carpet and did not turn with the rest of me) oh well. Sandy **************** Another Rippa story Mike - thanks mate !!! How's Ginny's finger? Love from Oz Philster ***************** God bless you Mike for passing this important information along. I so enjoy our writing and look forward to each installment. Love and hugs to you and your precious Ginny. Sincerely, Nancy ************* Michael, Truer words were never spoken. Sometimes it does both, beat you down and then eventually make you stronger. Thank God I am not totally alone. I have family and good friends to help me get through it. Keep wavin' Patty *************** I think your stories are great. I love them, when I have time to read them. They are inspirational, funny and I always get what I need. Thank you for putting all your hard work. thank you smelanson1 ************** From our wonderful friend in Texas I just read your story tonight and yes I cried too...... I remember so much of you and Ginny's story and am so glad that God put the two of you together. God does shine down and he is good. I love you both and I'm glad I get first hand memories of your life together, it fills my heart with hope. I love you both more than you'll ever know. I'm so lucky God put the two of you in my life..... Glenda ****************** Dear Mr. Smith, That was one of the sweetest pieces I've ever read anywhere. Your Ginny has a definite gift with words. I used to be married to an addict (cocaine, pot, and alcohol) and she is right about alcohol (or their drug of choice) being their first love. The other person is insignificant and all that matters is getting that next drink or fix. The only person you can change is yourself, not them. They have to hit rock bottom before they seek out help. It was my experience that my ex was in denial and still is to this day. Everyone else had the problem, not him, even though he was the one who got arrested for possession, not me. You and Ginny were meant to be soul mates! May God continue to bless and keep both of you in His loving embrace now and forever. Lynne |
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