The passing of Markie Post the other day brought back a long ago memory that I had not thought about in years. 

I was in Little Rock Arkansas in 1997 visiting with my buddy Ron and we were heading to a Tennessee Arkansas game being played at War Memorial Coliseum.  (I have discussed this game previously as the first time I saw Peyton Manning play (click here.)  

As we parked the car and made our way into the Stadium, Ron informed me that he may be meeting someone at the game.  He said that he had invited a young lady from his work place to meet him but she wasn’t sure if she would be able to make it.  I asked Ron why she wasn’t sure if she was going to make it and he said it was because she had to see if her husband was going to be home or not.   

“Her husband?” I asked.  “What are you doing fooling around with a married woman?  I thought they were on your No-no list.”  (Being a long term and a very confirmed bachelor, Ron had all these crazy rules about women he would or would not date.  One of his rules was “No married women.  There are too many single ones out there to be had, so leave the married ones alone.”)

Ron told me that he had made an exception to his No Married Rule with this particular lady because “The marriage is on the rocks, and she looks just like Markie Post whom I’ve always had the hots for.”   I followed up with “How did you meet her?”  Ron said “At work.  She’s in our Accounting Department.”  

Again, I quoted back to Ron one of his other rules that he often repeated about not messing with women he worked with.   I repeated the old line to him “You don’t shit where you eat.”  Ron laughed and said “Wait til you meet her.”

We got to the Stadium entrance where Ron had told her to meet him but she didn’t show up.  When she did not appear and the National Anthem began to play, we made our way to our seats for the start of the game.  Ron explained that he had given Markie her ticket and told her that if she couldn’t meet before the game, she could just join him in the stands.  

The game started and Ron soon commented “I guess Miss Markie is not coming.”  However, she eventually showed up and took her seat between us.  And sure enough, just as Ron had said, she looked exactly like Markie Post and sure enough she was indeed drop dead beautiful.  

While I can recall exactly how she looked, and even the scent of the perfume that she was wearing, for the life of me I can not remember her name other than I know that it wasn’t really Markie.  She had a nice way about her and I enjoyed sitting next to and chatting with her throughout the game.  I could see why Ron was attracted to her other than just for her Markie resemblance. 

After the game, we walked her to her car where she gave us each a nice little hug, said goodbye and drove away.  As she did so, Ron just shook his head and said “You know, I never really got that “don’t shit where you eat” business.  Who’s talking about shitting and eating?  I’m talking about getting laid.”  Not knowing how to respond to that very astute Ron insight, I opted for “Boy, that Peyton Manning is some quarterback isn’t he?  Wonder who’s going to draft him”

P.S. I never learned just how Ron did or did not make out with his Markie coworker.  I recall asking him about her, but he gave me some vague answer that didn’t really answer my question so I didn’t pursue it.  Since he passed in 2006, I guess it’s a story I’ll have to get from him on the other side. 

For those of you who have no clue as to what the real Markie Post was like, check out this interview I found where she sat down with Donnie and Marie.  And yes, I confess that I never thought that the Buzzyblog would be featuring something from Donnie and Marie.   Then again, the Buzzyblog is a little bit country and a little bit rock n roll isn’t it?     

  

Music-wise there is this from another Marky. Not too bad. Maybe this guy should consider making a movie with a talking Teddy Bear.

The passing of Markie Post the other day brought back a long ago memory that I had not thought about in years. 

I was in Little Rock Arkansas in 1997 visiting with my buddy Ron and we were heading to a Tennessee Arkansas game being played at War Memorial Coliseum.  (I have discussed this game previously as the first time I saw Peyton Manning play (click here.)  

As we parked the car and made our way into the Stadium, Ron informed me that he may be meeting someone at the game.  He said that he had invited a young lady from his work place to meet him but she wasn’t sure if she would be able to make it.  I asked Ron why she wasn’t sure if she was going to make it and he said it was because she had to see if her husband was going to be home or not.   

“Her husband?” I asked.  “What are you doing fooling around with a married woman?  I thought they were on your No-no list.”  (Being a long term and a very confirmed bachelor, Ron had all these crazy rules about women he would or would not date.  One of his rules was “No married women.  There are too many single ones out there to be had, so leave the married ones alone.”)

Ron told me that he had made an exception to his No Married Rule with this particular lady because “The marriage is on the rocks, and she looks just like Markie Post whom I’ve always had the hots for.”   I followed up with “How did you meet her?”  Ron said “At work.  She’s in our Accounting Department.”  

Again, I quoted back to Ron one of his other rules that he often repeated about not messing with women he worked with.   I repeated the old line to him “You don’t shit where you eat.”  Ron laughed and said “Wait til you meet her.”

We got to the Stadium entrance where Ron had told her to meet him but she didn’t show up.  When she did not appear and the National Anthem began to play, we made our way to our seats for the start of the game.  Ron explained that he had given Markie her ticket and told her that if she couldn’t meet before the game, she could just join him in the stands.  

The game started and Ron soon commented “I guess Miss Markie is not coming.”  However, she eventually showed up and took her seat between us.  And sure enough, just as Ron had said, she looked exactly like Markie Post and sure enough she was indeed drop dead beautiful.  

While I can recall exactly how she looked, and even the scent of the perfume that she was wearing, for the life of me I can not remember her name other than I know that it wasn’t really Markie.  She had a nice way about her and I enjoyed sitting next to and chatting with her throughout the game.  I could see why Ron was attracted to her other than just for her Markie resemblance. 

After the game, we walked her to her car where she gave us each a nice little hug, said goodbye and drove away.  As she did so, Ron just shook his head and said “You know, I never really got that “don’t shit where you eat” business.  Who’s talking about shitting and eating?  I’m talking about getting laid.”  Not knowing how to respond to that very astute Ron insight, I opted for “Boy, that Peyton Manning is some quarterback isn’t he?  Wonder who’s going to draft him”

P.S. I never learned just how Ron did or did not make out with his Markie coworker.  I recall asking him about her, but he gave me some vague answer that didn’t really answer my question so I didn’t pursue it.  Since he passed in 2006, I guess it’s a story I’ll have to get from him on the other side. 

For those of you who have no clue as to what the real Markie Post was like, check out this interview I found where she sat down with Donnie and Marie.  And yes, I confess that I never thought that the Buzzyblog would be featuring something from Donnie and Marie.   Then again, the Buzzyblog is a little bit country and a little bit rock n roll isn’t it?     

  

Music-wise there is this from another Marky. Not too bad. Maybe this guy should consider making a movie with a talking Teddy Bear.