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Subject: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: GUEST,McKnees Date: 01 Dec 01 - 01:49 AM Just looked through Mudcat and can't see any other thread so may I be the first to wish you a very happy birthday. Looking forward to September 2002. LofL linda |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Amos Date: 01 Dec 01 - 01:54 AM THE VERY BEST OF B'DAYS TO YA RICK -- YOU EARNED IT!! Regards, A. |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: gnu Date: 01 Dec 01 - 07:13 AM You bet, Amos. Rick WHO ? |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Jeri Date: 01 Dec 01 - 09:29 AM Have yourself a happy little Birthday. Blow those candles out - But please don't fall into the cake if you pass out. Have yourself a happy little Birthday, Though your hair turns gray, At least there's some that looks as if it's going to stay. Here we are as in olden days, Happy golden days of youth, But the party's over by nine o'clock, Now that you're long in the tooth. Through the years we'll celebrate your Birthday, If we remember how. Wipe that worried look right off your wrinkled brow, And have yourself a happy little Birthday now! |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Jon Freeman Date: 01 Dec 01 - 09:33 AM Happy Birthday Rick. Jon |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: SINSULL Date: 01 Dec 01 - 09:34 AM Happy Birthday, Rick! Don't spit on the cake when you blow out the candles. |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Jerry Rasmussen Date: 01 Dec 01 - 09:50 AM Happy Birthday, Rick: I can still remember when I turned thirty.. Jerry |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: karen k Date: 01 Dec 01 - 10:57 AM Have a great birthday, Rick. It was great to see you at the Getaway. |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: JedMarum Date: 01 Dec 01 - 11:19 AM Happy Birthday Rick |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: katlaughing Date: 01 Dec 01 - 12:49 PM Happy Birthday, darlin'! And thanks for being there and being who you are! luvyakat |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Rick Fielding Date: 01 Dec 01 - 12:50 PM Doggonit! Thought THIS one might slip through un noticed. After all when you'll never see fifty-five again and you're still acting like a hyper 12 year old, it takes a lot of explaining! Thanks. And Thanks, wonderful Scottish sister-in law Mcknees. May Harry Potter be with you. Rick |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: catspaw49 Date: 01 Dec 01 - 01:07 PM What the hell are you returning anyway? Look at this thread! Just the exact kind of thing that Father JoeBro complains about. Everyone just says the same damn thing......Happy Birthday Rick. See guys, this really sets Joe off(er) as it just seems a bit banal and trivial and he can't see the point. So I've been trying to help Joe out and keep these from being reduced to repetitive drivel by adding certain amounts of other drivel. Generally it runs to posting different messages instead of that lame ass "Happy Birthday" so I simply say 'Congrats and Kiss My Ass" or something.
In Rick's case, I can't believe I forgot his was coming up as I just submitted a story involving his three half brothers, Reg, Reg, and Reg, and had I remembered I would have dedicated this piece of Paw's flattulence when combined with his passion for 'shine and hot wings used to be a big problem for him whenever his roids would flare up....so to speak...and it got to the point that little rubber donut pillows and Preparation H just weren't doing the job anymore. Clete's 6th wife was into all the weird and wacky cures so Cletus was always coming to Paw with his suggestions that he'd heard from her. When Cletus told Paw about acupuncture, he disappeared for about two weeks and I'll be damned if anyone could find him. The Reg Boys too had their share of wacky cures for everything from the Great White North of Canada, but most of them involved bear grease and other vile and foamy liquids. Then it happened. The whole lot of them were watching my TV down in the den one night and had been subjected to at least nine hours of infomercials while they slugged down Iron City. I had learned from experience to unplug the phone and hide my credit cards on these nights which only took place when Karen was gone. I'm still paying for that quonset hut in the Aleutian Islands and I have the complete collection of Pan Flute Favorites so I have learned, albeit slowly. I think the one that finally got me was the "Great Michigan Getaway Weekend" which they bought and gave to Karen and I for an anniversary present. It was a month before I found out that they had billed it to my Visa and when we went for "rest and relaxation" in beautiful Michigan, it turned out to be clapped out motel run by a Pakistani in downtown Flint, just across from a closed GM factory. I guess it was about 5:30 AM when Cletus woke me up and said they had the cure for Paw's hemorrhoids. This was more than I wanted or needed to know at 5:30 so after verifying that it wouldn't cost me anything, I said have at it and went back to sleep. When I woke up about 7 I had one of those vague feelings of dread. You know what I mean? Nothing was wrong that I could think of and yet I just felt the world was going to come after me that day. It turned out to be Old Man Rafferty instead....but I'll come to that. The "boys" arrived back at my place about noon having already left when I woke at 7. They were lugging some huge electric motors into my garage and looking about for tools when I walked in and asked what the hell was going on. Cletus then launched into their "cure" and the reasoning behind it. It seems they had watched an infomercial about the "healing power of magnetism" and saw immediately that this was the way to fix Paw's 'roids. Slowly it all began to come together for me and I began to wonder how in the hell these guys could even remember how to breathe! In any case, they'd picked up the motors from out back of Bernie's Electrical Supply and were now going to remove the large magnets inside. They idea was to cut a slit in Paw's rubber donut, insert the magnets, and then duct tape the thing back together. I noticed that Buford had an old jockstrap (with cup) that they evidently were going to use to strap the magnets to Paw's ass, again using liberal amounts of duct tape. Listening to Cletus explain all of this and their newfound theory made me begin to question my own existence, as though I really didn't exist in the world I had come to know, but was simply a bit player in a leftover Rod Serling story. Things started going downhill pretty quickly as the magnets were removed and now were flying across my garage, affixing themselves to various steel things....like my van, my lawnmower, my golf clubs, and a little steel reinforced concrete rabbit that someone had once given us as a joke. I figured that I was going to be better off if they'd finish up somewhere else so I suggested they take all the stuff and head for the pleasant little roadside picnic area on the edge of the village where they could finish rigging Paw up and with any luck, I'd never know anything more about it. After removing the magnets, scratching the hell out of my van, breaking off the head of a 5 iron and the left ear of the rabbit, they left. The picnic area was only about a half mile off, just a bit down Rt.664 and I told them to let me know how it all worked out. Curiosity is a terrible thing sometimes and about an hour later I grabbed my Weimaraner and his leash and set out as though I were just walking the dog. As I turned on 664 I saw the Boys all walking towards me from the little picnic grove. Paw's ass seemed to be a bit large and he was walking funny, but from a distance I could tell they must have done a good job circling his ass in magnets because outside of a slight limp and a big bulge at the rear of his bibs, Paw looked pretty normal. Then it happened. Trailing the others, Paw walked past Old Man Rafferty's mailbox, a new heavy duty steel one to foil the kids with cars and bats. He first slowed, stopped, then flew backwards and before you could say "dumbfuck" he was hanging from his ass on the mailbox. Ol' Man Rafferty was washing his aging Electra deuce and a quarter and looked up to see what was happening. By that time, Cletus, Buford, and the Reg Boys all were tugging on either Paw or Rafferty's mailbox and though they got him off the mailbox was smashed in and the pole was a goner. Well I tell you, Rafferty came flying down the drive, gravel spitting up from his shoes, and swearing a blue streak. Paw was laying about 10 foot up the drive where he'd landed after the force of being ripped from the mailbox sent him sailing through the air. Rafferty bent over him and started yelling in his face and Paw was trying to stand up but being weighed down by the Magnetic Ass-Healing Ring. I got up there and tried to get Rafferty to calm down some as the others stood around looking bewildered. Rafferty started blaming me for allowing such "dumbass shitkickers" to stay here and how I should let them rot somewhere else. Before he could say another word, things continued to deteriorate. Paw had gotten to his feet about 15 feet from the Buick and there was a loud clanging thump as one of the hubcaps flew off and affixed itself to Paw's rump. Rafferty grabbed the hubcap and started pulling for all he was worth swinging Paw round and round in a circle. The hubcap folded and broke loose and Paw landed by the side of the road while Rafferty began to rage about his rump-sprung hubcap and twisted mailbox. I got out my checkbook and with a stern look to Cletus asked how much this would cost to keep from calling the police. The sight of my checkbook calmed Rafferty down and my Weimaraner had gone over to the side of the road and was licking Paw's face. Rafferty calculated a sum which I figured was enough to buy a new set of tires and an exhaust system for the Buick and build a brick mailbox, while forcing me nearer to bankruptcy. Cletus and the rest were circled around me as I handed Rafferty the check and when I turned to go, I saw Paw had gotten to his feet again and was bent over stroking Jaeger's head. The dog has always had a soft spot for Paw and when I whistled for him he reluctantly came back up the drive. Bending over to pick up his leash, I heard Cletus say, "Aw Sheeitt!" Right then I couldn't imagine how things could get worse, but I looked up just in time to see Paw lifted from his feet and his ass attach to the exhaust stack of a passing Peterbilt. I watched as the truck roared off, Paw flailing around and in a blind spot where the driver couldn't see him, and the dumbass Reg boys waving "bye-bye" as the Pete rounded a curve down by the Hopewell place. We found Paw at the truckstop at Rt.37 and I-70 where the driver had stopped for fuel. When we arrived, the Magnetic Ass-Healing Ring was nowhere to be seen and Paw was sitting on a bag of ice trying to cool the burns from riding 27 miles on an exhaust stack. But I tell you what.....Perhaps it was the scar tissue from the burns that did it, but Paw hasn't had trouble with 'roids since then. Maybe there is something to the power of magnetism..................... Spaw
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Micca Date: 01 Dec 01 - 01:16 PM Happy Birthday Rick, and Thanks,to The only Guy in the Universe who (and equal kudos to his accomplice Jed) could keep me (a non-instrumentalistist) interested for 2 hours in a workshop on picking styles, and have me come away from it feeling I had had a good time and learned a lot!! lang may yer lum reek!!!! |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Big Mick Date: 01 Dec 01 - 01:27 PM Shit.........missed this one. I was busy laying about and didn't realize that this had come and gone. BUT, I notice that I have beaten El Swanno to the punch........HA! Happy belated BDay to the oldest partner in Fielding, Swan, Patterson & Lane, the closest thing their is to a Mudcat Clique. It's not that we are trying to be clique - ish, it is just that taking the time to screen new partners takes so much time, and we are quite busy laying about. Happy Birthday to one of the best. Mick |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Eric the Viking Date: 01 Dec 01 - 01:30 PM Happy birthday Rick, and there's loads of us waiting to see you in the UK next year! |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: AllisonA(Animaterra) Date: 01 Dec 01 - 02:03 PM Happy belated birthday to one of the kindest guys on the Mudcat. Of course, you're in very good company, 'cause there's a lot of 'em! |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Allan C. Date: 01 Dec 01 - 02:03 PM From one old man to another - Happy Birthday, Rick! |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: CarolC Date: 01 Dec 01 - 02:06 PM Happy birthday Rick! Carol |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: bill\sables Date: 01 Dec 01 - 02:11 PM Best Wishes Rick Looking forward to seeing you in September. Bill & Lorna |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Jeri Date: 01 Dec 01 - 02:44 PM Mick, my dear, deluded friend, there's a little calendar thingie on you computer that will tell you what the date is. It will also tell you what DAY it is, so you don't go to work and wonder why nobody else showed up. In other words, YOU AIN'T LATE! Today is Saturday...the first of December...2001. (And retrospectively, I really wish I'd been at that intrumental styles workshop.) |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Big Mick Date: 01 Dec 01 - 02:48 PM IT IS????????? You mean I still have 24 days until Christmas?????? Thanks, Jeri, you just gave me an extra 3+ weeks to live.......LOL. I don't know what the hell I was thinkin' but I can count on you to straighten me out....hahahahahahahaha. Mick |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Amos Date: 01 Dec 01 - 04:22 PM Spaw: A puredee R R &R Classic, absolutely among the best -- right up there with Farting Jerry Falwell -- I am awestruck! At least it smells kinda like awe...as in, "Awe, shit!". Beautiful job, man. A |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Night Owl Date: 01 Dec 01 - 04:41 PM Happy Birthday Rick!!! |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: gnu Date: 01 Dec 01 - 05:00 PM Thanks, Rick, for letting me know who the hell Rick is. In that case, I would very much like to offer my congratulations on your surviving another tear (sic). From an Irish song, entitled, I think, "Isn't It Grand Boys" : "And always remember, the longer you live, the sooner you bloody well die." Slainte Mhath, Rick |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: InOBU Date: 01 Dec 01 - 05:28 PM Happy Birthday RICK! I'd write ya a birthday song, but you haven't done anything to get me mad at you enough to write one! CHeers, Larry (Stay good) |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: kytrad (Jean Ritchie) Date: 01 Dec 01 - 05:38 PM Well- another Saggitarius!... mine is December 8 but I'm a little older'n you. Joy and Peace and Longlife, Jean |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: GUEST,Mcknees Date: 01 Dec 01 - 07:23 PM As Comedian Billy Connelly once said, Saggitarius, half man half horse . Licenced to shit on the street. |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Morticia Date: 01 Dec 01 - 07:41 PM Hope you are very full of cake, and have balloons and presents and drinks and good stuff like that..... it's ages 'til my birthday {sigh}..... |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Jeri Date: 01 Dec 01 - 08:17 PM It's not ages until my birthday! I'm right smack in between Rick and Jean. Sagittarians RULE! |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: GUEST,Little john cameron Date: 01 Dec 01 - 10:27 PM Same here anaw.Loads o' watter under the brig noo,Rick boy.Watch oot in case big BARBARA finds oot. ljc |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Rick Fielding Date: 01 Dec 01 - 10:38 PM Thanks again folks. heather took me out for Chinese buffet. Ate so many crab legs I can't move! Damn this is better than havin' a darn party where you have to be SOCIABLE for four hours! Message to Little John Cameron (a wonderful singer, picker and Scots born Newfoundlander in case you don't know) BE QUIET or I'll tell the Mudcat what that lovely blonde woman on Admiral Road told me about you! On second though....you'd love it! Rick |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: alison Date: 01 Dec 01 - 10:53 PM Happy Birthday Rick..... call it fate... but yesterday (1st Dec) I was listening to our local (Sydney) folk radio program and there was a voice I knew singing and playing guitar..... and the voice at the end said "that was Rick Fielding"...... I surprised the person I was with when I announced that I knew you..... so there you go... you sang on Australian radio on your birthday......... slainte alison |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Steve in Idaho Date: 02 Dec 01 - 01:13 AM Happy B-Day Rick - You're still not as old as I am and after 55 you are entitled to spit on the candles to get the buggers out!! Steve |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Rick Fielding Date: 02 Dec 01 - 01:02 PM Not sure my spit will REACH the candles! Hi Alison. My friend Mose Scarlett used some Aussie airplay as an excuse to do a tour there. He had a ball...but oh those airfares! Just remembered that Kathy Reid-Naiman (wife of mudcatter Arnie Naiman also had a birthday yesterday. Big Happy, Kath. Rick |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: MMario Date: 02 Dec 01 - 08:00 PM Dang! That's what I get for time traveling on the weekends! I missed Rick's b'day by 159 years or so! I would have waved north across Lake Ontario and sang the barbarian birthday song - but suspect you wouldn't have heard me anyway! |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: GUEST,Roger the skiffler Date: 03 Dec 01 - 03:56 AM Happy birthday, young Rick (yes I'm late again as usual!) RtS(I'd have sent you a card but "you can't get the wood, you know!") |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Steve Latimer Date: 03 Dec 01 - 08:07 AM Well, better late than never. Happy belated birthday Rick. |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Fortunato Date: 03 Dec 01 - 10:31 AM Now see, that's what I get for having a real life on the weekends, I missed my lodge brother's birthday. Hey Brother Fielding happy birthday belated. Tell the lovely Heather you have my permission to buy a guitar in honor of the anniversary of your nativity some 55 years ago. hee, hee. regards, Chance |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: GUEST,bbc at work Date: 03 Dec 01 - 11:49 AM Best to you, my dear! Wishing for a future personal encounter of the Fielding kind! You're welcome in our cave at any time! love, bbc |
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Subject: RE: BS Many Happy Returns Rick From: Sandy Paton Date: 04 Dec 01 - 12:46 AM Jeez! I wasn't paying attention either, so I missed the great event. And to think, I recorded this guy when he was just a pup! Well, Rick, Caroline and I both wish you well in your dotage. And give our love to Heather, too. Sandy |
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