Our annual Barbeque is next Saturday evening at 6:00 PM. Members with the last name beginning with A to M please bring a salad with FRESH dressing – we do not need a repeat of last year’s hospital dash. I am still nursing my stomach since the surgery; Members N to Z, please bring a dessert preferably something that will NOT MELT or Curdle in the Heat (no sour cream desserts)!
We will provide meat, grills, and shade. The forecast is dry and hot.
Being detectives in Springdale and working on a new case, Jose and Juanita went to Casa Montez for Mexican food. Jose looked around at the decorated ceiling and all the sconces hanging on the walls which insured dim light. “It was going to be our favorite Taco place” he smiled.
Juanita ordered her favorite meal and Jose followed.
Afterwards visiting the facilities, Juanita heard two men arguing in the kitchen. Tiptoeing, she watched as money was exchanged and a large bag was placed in the freezer.
Walking back to their table, she smiled. “Jose, I know who the drug dealer is.”
At 90 years and living alone since Ed passed, Grandma Hobbs fell. She had lived in Ketchum, Oklahoma. It was a “Blink and you missed it” kind of town – not big enough to be quaint. After falling, the next few days were a flurry of reservations, hesitations, and regrets. She was flying for the first time in her life to live with her daughter, Norma. Looking out the window flying above the clouds, she marveled “I can see Heaven before I have to go!” Living past 99, she passed peacefully in her sleep with a smile on her face.
“Mama we’re getting married!” This was the beginning of a wonderful and thrilling chapter that would transform Carrie Ann’s life into a whole new wondrous way of looking at the world. White on White, Lace on Satin was a song her mother would sing to her when she was a little girl. She knew that someday her “TRUE LOVE” would come.
Steven was the cousin of Laurie’s husband and Carrie was Laurie’s best friend and her maid-of-honor. This unlikely set of coincidences led to the Union of two people, living several hundred miles apart. Six children later, happiness still abounds.
“. . . I love the flowers, I love the daffodils. I love the firelight when the light is low. . . That’s what we were singing when all of the sudden there was this HUGE ruckus in the next canyon over. Don’t know what was going on. You know, some of their friends were visiting us at the time. The Indians seemed to be real friendly and cordial. Well they jumped up, raised their tomahawks, and ran chanting weird songs. All of the sudden, we heard shouting and screaming. We were scared out of our wits! It was scary.”
“It’s about time we got some respect – We are a peace loving people! Forget what you’ve read in those cheap nickel readers. YOU HEAR ME? Sorry, I didn’t mean to raise my voice. We do tend to sit around a bonfire and drink White Lightening on holidays. We deserve it, you know. It’s hard being portrayed as . . . Wait a minute . . . . LITTLE MAN has brought me distressing news. I shall have to cut this documentary in half. I must attend to an onslaught of . . . unwelcome soldiers. I suggest you RUN NOW!“
The group decided to relocate to a country that gives away free medical service, free education, free food, free clothing, free housing and the best of all, free money! All they had to do is get there! Sounds good doesn’t it? Everyone agreed and pointed the way North. “It’ll work, it always has!” the Leader said. The Man with the bolt cutters laughed and showed the Leader what he had brought for the trip! “Ha, ha, ha” laughed the Leader. “This is just too easy; they won’t know what to do! It will be fun.” he mused! “Fun, Fun, Fun!