When I was a teenager I had specific set of goals: Get married, have a family, be a homemaker, etc.
Now I just want to learn to yodel.
I was born a semi-diva. I married a redneck. Through the magic of osmosis or just because of a serious lack of sophistication over the years I have found a balance of the two that make me who I am today. And then I write about it all, much to the chagrin of my mother.
Friday, April 18, 2008
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There are a number of old cowboy songs that encorporate yodeling. Maybe you could get a few for when you are driving and practice while you are going to work and back. Sometimes I yodel but it makes the dogs howl. Of course, that is the best part.
And then, once you learn yodeling, incorporate the clogging, and there you go - SOLID GOLD.
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