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Stranded: The Rest of the Story
Wednesday, July 14th, 2010
Wednesday, July 14th, 2010
It appears a number of y'all want to know "the rest of the story". That would be the one behind yesterday's S.O.S message, the one that culminated in the sherrif's office calling ...
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"Picking with Strangers, Part I"
Tuesday, July 27th, 2010
Hello folks, it's nice to see y'all back by the porch. I've been looking forward to our visit. Make yourselves at home and let’s chat…~smile~
I remember once when I was just a little girl my Papaw Stone took me to the store on an errand for my grandmother. We arrived a few minutes before it opened. There were some more early birds there, too, all of them waiting quietly, mostly avoiding eye contact. This, of course, wouldn’t work for my Papaw. Before they knew what was happening, Papaw had the little crowd warmed up and swapping stories like lost long relatives at a family reunion.
While Papaw hammed it up and everyone got acquainted, a couple of employees arrived for work. Each of them took out an identification card and held it flat against the window, upon which a somber looking security guard on the other side would open the door and let them in. This gave Papaw a great idea. He took out his credit card, flattened it against the glass, and motioned to the guard to open the door. Papaw’s audience thought it was hilarious. The guard— not so much...I tell you this story because it goes a long way in explaining why I am the way I am, which is abnormal, according to my grown children who have often questioned my tendency to pick at strangers. Once again, it goes back to my DNA, Duly Noted Abnormalities tying me to my tribe. Papaw taught me that picking with strangers is fun.
Of course, one must be careful. Timing is everything and some people can be so hyper-sensitive. For instance, here’s a trick I think would be fun. You know how tense it is when you’re waiting on that cop to come up to your window that has pulled you over for speeding? (Not that this happens to me that often...)
Anyway, you know how you’d really like to tell a joke and win him over? Just once, I’d like to say, “What now, officer? Can’t you see I’m in a hurry?”
Yeah, you’re probably right…
I hope y'all have a great big time with the rest of our southern celebration.
Drop me a note if you've got something on your mind. I'll be around!
Hugs,
Shellie
P.S. I'm looking forward to this Friday's ATS LIVE radio program. This week's show will be dedicated to the recovery of our Gulf Coast. I hope y'all will join me whether you're listening in locally, or joining us thru the streaming link on the homepage. That's Friday morning from 8:00 to 9:00 CST. God Bless America!
(Why not click on it now to make sure you don't have any problems.)
Tuesday, July 27th, 2010
Hello folks, it's nice to see y'all back by the porch. I've been looking forward to our visit. Make yourselves at home and let’s chat…~smile~
I remember once when I was just a little girl my Papaw Stone took me to the store on an errand for my grandmother. We arrived a few minutes before it opened. There were some more early birds there, too, all of them waiting quietly, mostly avoiding eye contact. This, of course, wouldn’t work for my Papaw. Before they knew what was happening, Papaw had the little crowd warmed up and swapping stories like lost long relatives at a family reunion.
While Papaw hammed it up and everyone got acquainted, a couple of employees arrived for work. Each of them took out an identification card and held it flat against the window, upon which a somber looking security guard on the other side would open the door and let them in. This gave Papaw a great idea. He took out his credit card, flattened it against the glass, and motioned to the guard to open the door. Papaw’s audience thought it was hilarious. The guard— not so much...I tell you this story because it goes a long way in explaining why I am the way I am, which is abnormal, according to my grown children who have often questioned my tendency to pick at strangers. Once again, it goes back to my DNA, Duly Noted Abnormalities tying me to my tribe. Papaw taught me that picking with strangers is fun.
Of course, one must be careful. Timing is everything and some people can be so hyper-sensitive. For instance, here’s a trick I think would be fun. You know how tense it is when you’re waiting on that cop to come up to your window that has pulled you over for speeding? (Not that this happens to me that often...)
Anyway, you know how you’d really like to tell a joke and win him over? Just once, I’d like to say, “What now, officer? Can’t you see I’m in a hurry?”
Yeah, you’re probably right…
I hope y'all have a great big time with the rest of our southern celebration.
Drop me a note if you've got something on your mind. I'll be around!
Hugs,
Shellie
P.S. I'm looking forward to this Friday's ATS LIVE radio program. This week's show will be dedicated to the recovery of our Gulf Coast. I hope y'all will join me whether you're listening in locally, or joining us thru the streaming link on the homepage. That's Friday morning from 8:00 to 9:00 CST. God Bless America!
(Why not click on it now to make sure you don't have any problems.)
