I wish I new the words. Only ever understood the first line: High on a hill... Can't yodel real well, but that's kind of a plus with that tune, eh?

Speaking of yodeling, my grandmother could yodel beautifully. Mom has warm fuzzy memories of grandma sweetly yodeling around the house whilst doing chores. I guess having a love for singing runs in the family. On my mom's side. Love of dancing runs on my father's side. Somehow the coordinated dancer/athelete gene skipped me, though. Everyone else in my generation got it but me! Oh, well, I've got the gift of gab!

Thanks for the support ladies, you rock! I realized yesterday that I was kinda PMSing in public, here! I went to the store to get a card for my grandmother who's cat just passed away and was crying in the sympathy card section. Thought to self, "OK, 'Hata, you're PMSing"

But I'm not whining about it! I'm NOT! I'm empowered! Really! (Yawn) Empowered and sleepy!

Anhata
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