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Happy Birthday Habee

  1. Ron Montgomery profile image61
    Ron Montgomeryposted 5 years ago

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    1. Randy Godwin profile image93
      Randy Godwinposted 5 years agoin reply to this

      You gotta bake a bigger cupcake, Ron!  Either that or use smaller candles!  lol

      Happy Birthday Holle!!!  smile


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      1. Ron Montgomery profile image61
        Ron Montgomeryposted 5 years agoin reply to this

        Senior citizen candles each count as multiple years...

      2. habee profile image91
        habeeposted 5 years agoin reply to this

        RD, my "cupcakes" are smaller now that I've lost 62 pounds! lol

        And, BTW, RD - I'm still younger than you!

        1. Randy Godwin profile image93
          Randy Godwinposted 5 years agoin reply to this

          Hmmm, but men age so much better than the ladies.  lol  You've never had mere "cupcakes" anyway.  Poundscakes, perhaps!  yikes

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          1. habee profile image91
            habeeposted 5 years agoin reply to this

            lol

        2. Ron Montgomery profile image61
          Ron Montgomeryposted 5 years agoin reply to this



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          1. habee profile image91
            habeeposted 5 years agoin reply to this

            Oh, believe me, Ron - the cupcakes are still WAY too big!

            1. Ron Montgomery profile image61
              Ron Montgomeryposted 5 years agoin reply to this

              http://img.wikinut.com/img/4o87lsg9mdulx3-y/jpeg/724x5000/Yay!.jpeg

    2. Cagsil profile image60
      Cagsilposted 5 years agoin reply to this

      Happy Birthday Habee! Yet again! smile big_smile

  2. mts1098 profile image83
    mts1098posted 5 years ago

    by the count of the candles habee is not allowed in hubpages smile

    happy bday...

  3. Pearldiver profile image84
    Pearldiverposted 5 years ago

    These Cupcakes of Ron's are Fresh, Fabulous and FAMOUS... the candles are optional extras that only get added for Old People! big_smile

    Happy Birthday Holle....

    X years ago you saw the world from a whole different perspective! smile

  4. habee profile image91
    habeeposted 5 years ago

    WOW! Thanks, guys! I'm feeling all warm and tingly now.

    Special thanks to you, Ron, for starting the thread!

  5. Uninvited Writer profile image82
    Uninvited Writerposted 5 years ago

    Happy birthday!

  6. Rosie2010 profile image75
    Rosie2010posted 5 years ago

    Happy Birthday, Habee!  Have a wonderful day!

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  7. Mighty Mom profile image88
    Mighty Momposted 5 years ago

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    Habee, you rule!

  8. ThePracticalMommy profile image95
    ThePracticalMommyposted 5 years ago

    Happy Birthday, Habee!!

  9. paradigmsearch profile image86
    paradigmsearchposted 5 years ago

    A song for Habee smile smile smile smile smile

    A long, long time ago...
    I can still remember
    How that music used to make me smile.
    And I knew if I had my chance
    That I could make those people dance
    And, maybe, they’d be happy for a while.

    But February made me shiver
    With every paper I’d deliver.
    Bad news on the doorstep;
    I couldn’t take one more step.

    I can’t remember if I cried
    When I read about his widowed bride,
    But something touched me deep inside
    The day the music died.

    So bye-bye, miss american pie.
    Drove my chevy to the levee,
    But the levee was dry.
    And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
    Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
    "this’ll be the day that I die."

    Did you write the book of love,
    And do you have faith in God above,
    If the Bible tells you so?
    Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
    Can music save your mortal soul,
    And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

    Well, I know that you’re in love with him
    `cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
    You both kicked off your shoes.
    Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.

    I was a lonely teenage broncin’ buck
    With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
    But I knew I was out of luck
    The day the music died.

    I started singin’,
    "bye-bye, miss american pie."
    Drove my chevy to the levee,
    But the levee was dry.
    Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
    And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
    "this’ll be the day that I die."

    Now for ten years we’ve been on our own
    And moss grows fat on a rollin’ stone,
    But that’s not how it used to be.
    When the jester sang for the king and queen,
    In a coat he borrowed from James Dean
    And a voice that came from you and me,

    Oh, and while the king was looking down,
    The jester stole his thorny crown.
    The courtroom was adjourned;
    No verdict was returned.
    And while Lennon read a book of Marx,
    The quartet practiced in the park,
    And we sang dirges in the dark
    The day the music died.

    We were singing,
    "bye-bye, miss american pie."
    Drove my chevy to the levee,
    But the levee was dry.
    Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
    And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
    "this’ll be the day that I die."

    Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
    The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
    Eight miles high and falling fast.
    It landed foul on the grass.
    The players tried for a forward pass,
    With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.

    Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
    While the sergeants played a marching tune.
    We all got up to dance,
    Oh, but we never got the chance!
    `cause the players tried to take the field;
    The marching band refused to yield.
    Do you recall what was revealed
    The day the music died?

    We started singing,
    "bye-bye, miss american pie."
    Drove my chevy to the levee,
    But the levee was dry.
    Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
    And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
    "this’ll be the day that I die."

    Oh, and there we were all in one place,
    A generation lost in space
    With no time left to start again.
    So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
    Jack flash sat on a candlestick
    Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.

    Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
    My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
    No angel born in hell
    Could break that satan’s spell.
    And as the flames climbed high into the night
    To light the sacrificial rite,
    I saw satan laughing with delight
    The day the music died

    He was singing,
    "bye-bye, miss american pie."
    Drove my chevy to the levee,
    But the levee was dry.
    Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
    And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
    "this’ll be the day that I die."

    I met a girl who sang the blues
    And I asked her for some happy news,
    But she just smiled and turned away.
    I went down to the sacred store
    Where I’d heard the music years before,
    But the man there said the music wouldn’t play.

    And in the streets: the children screamed,
    The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
    But not a word was spoken;
    The church bells all were broken.
    And the three men I admire most:
    The father, son, and the holy ghost,
    They caught the last train for the coast
    The day the music died.

    And they were singing,
    "bye-bye, miss american pie."
    Drove my chevy to the levee,
    But the levee was dry.
    And them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
    Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
    "this’ll be the day that I die."

    They were singing,
    "bye-bye, miss american pie."
    Drove my chevy to the levee,
    But the levee was dry.
    Them good old boys were drinkin’ whiskey and rye
    Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die."

    To fade.

    1. habee profile image91
      habeeposted 5 years agoin reply to this

      One of my all-time faves! I have lots of great memories of Randy Godwin's playing guitar while the rest of us sang along. Good times, good times...

      1. Randy Godwin profile image93
        Randy Godwinposted 5 years agoin reply to this

        Yes, it sounded really good if I merely played and didn't sing along!  lol  I was just playing this song last night, coincidentally!  Yep, good times!  I never got paid though!lol

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        1. habee profile image91
          habeeposted 5 years agoin reply to this

          Put it on my bill!

  10. wordscribe43 profile image92
    wordscribe43posted 5 years ago

    Happy birthday, Habee!  Hope it is a wonderful day and you are spoiled to death by friends and family....

  11. paradigmsearch profile image86
    paradigmsearchposted 5 years ago

    And this one is my all time favorite. smile

    It was Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake,
    And a cat named Kalamazoo,
    Left the city in a pickup truck.
    Gonna make some dreams come true.

    Yeah, they rolled out west where the wild sun sets,
    And the coyote bays at the moon.
    Della and a dealer and a dog named Jake,
    And a cat named Kalamazoo.

    If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
    About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
    But the cat was cool,
    And he never said a mumblin' word.

    Down Tucson way there's a small cafe,
    Where they play a little cowboy tune.
    And the guitar picker was a friend of mine,
    By the name of Randy Boone.

    Yeah, Randy played her a sweet love song,
    And Della got a fire in her eye.
    The Dealer had a knife and the dog had a gun,
    And the cat had a shot of rye.

    If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
    About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
    But the cat was cool,
    And he never said a mumblin' word.

    Yeah, the Dealer was a killer; he was evil and mean,
    And he was jealous of the fire in her eyes.
    He snorted his coke through a century note,
    And he swore that Boone would die.

    And the stage was set when the lights went out,
    There was death in Tucson town.
    Two shadows ran for the bar back door,
    But one stayed on the ground.

    If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
    About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
    But the cat was cool,
    And he never said a mumblin' word.

    If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
    About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
    But the cat was cool,
    And he never said a mumblin' word.

    Two shadows ran from the bar that night,
    And a dog and a cat ran too.
    And the tires got hot on the pickup truck,
    As down the road they flew.

    It was Della and her lover and a dog named Jake,
    And a cat named Kalamazoo.
    Left Tucson in a pickup truck.
    Gonna make some dreams come true.

    Yeah, yeah, yeah.

    If that cat could talk, what tales he'd tell,
    About Della and the Dealer and the dog as well.
    But the cat was cool,
    And he never said a mumblin' word.

    To fade.

  12. weavesandbraids profile image76
    weavesandbraidsposted 5 years ago

    Happy Happy Birthday.

    The cupcake with many candles made me smile.

  13. prettydarkhorse profile image64
    prettydarkhorseposted 5 years ago

    Happy Birthday!

 
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