Am waiting at Woody Froom’s for them to finish relining our back brakes. Bought some horsemeat this morning to make jerky. Bet that you can hardly wait to get home and have some. Doug had two days so he came to Portland last night. Paula was out on a date with a new boyfriend and didn’t get home until 2 a.m. I could have clobbered her. The weather has been icky for us and I bet for you too. Only in Oregon could you have this sort of weather in July. We have been so pleased to receive your letters. Camp sounds great. If it isn’t full now maybe it won’t be next week. I’ll keep my fingers crossed for you. I miss my salad maker.
(submitted by Suzanne)
I used to work at an office where birthday greeting cards were passed around at least once a week. When the card reached me, I’d quickly scribble down a message and pass it on ASAP. One day, a co-worker (and friend) told me that I might want to pay more attention to when signing cards, since the one that had most recently made the rounds was not a birthday card but rather a sympathy card for a co-worker whose parent had recently died. In it, I had written, “Hope it’s a great one!”
(submitted by J-Rock)
One night, my sister had her new friend Mark over for dinner. Making small talk, my Dad asked him what his father did for a living. We all squirmed a bit when he told us that his dad died last year. The subject was soon changed and we all went about finishing our meal when suddenly my dad says: “I am sorry, Mark, what did you say your dad does for a living again?”
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As they sent it…
How the “H” is everything going for you????????????????? fine we hope.
Say what do you think of my GPS????? At least it got your mom and dad down and back!!!! ha ha
Gram and I will be down a little later………………………we are going to the Brewer game this Thursday. We hear you are moving this Thursday. That will be a big day for you. BE SURE AND SEND US YOUR NEW MAILING ADDRESS AND AND YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS – IF YOU CHANGE IT. PHONE NUMBER TOO……………….
i HOPE EVERYTHING IS COOOOOOOOL WITH YOU.
Gram and gramps……………………………
(submitted by Jacob)
Well after cruising along for 428 miles, I arrived at the KOA campground in Bismark. It was fairly empty when I first pulled in around 5:00 but by the time I came back from my Dairy Queen run, most of the drive through spots are full. Most of the tent spots are still empty.
There were two notable things today. Normally when going to the lake I can leave the milage display on the screen and see that I cruise along at 65 MPH with a normal weekend load of clothes and food and get around 24 MPG. Today towing the trailer and attempting to keep up with the 75MPH speed limit (which everyone seems to be ignoring) the jeep only gets about 11 MPG. So I made a few extra gas stops and noted how long it was between stops. There is a lot of open country out here in North Dakota. I sure hope when I turn south to go to the bike race that I find enought gas stations. I note that I will be taking mostly 2 lane roads so I will only be going around 55 MPH, so the milage should be better. It is the long distances between “towns” that worries me. I saw the sign for gasolene on an exit and took the exit. It was 5 miles to the town, and the station was shut. (its Sunday!). Fortunately a friendly person walking down the road gave me directions to get gas without going right back to I-94. However when I started back out from the gas station, my GPS started telling me to drive 133 miles south on the two lane road to continue my journey. I ignored that advice and asked for more directions from a local and only had to go on a couple roads that the GPS apparently did not know about to get back to I-94. Maybe I should have downloaded new maps to the GPS before I left the house. It is only 6 weeks old, so I figured it had to be fairly up to date.
The other thing that really struck me is how big motorhomes and trailers have become since I last camped on a trip in the 70’s. I would say that at least 1/2 half of the “campers” here are with giant motor homes towing jeeps or trucks or they are fifth wheel trailers. The folks next to me have a fifth wheel toy hauler with their Harley’s in the back and the “living quarters” in the front. Like I mentioned, no real tent campers here.
Tomorrow’s only planned activity is the river boat ride on the Missouri river and maybe visiting a few of the historical sites in Bismark and Mandan. I also want to find the city park since someone wrote about in on the web and said it is the best campground in the area. It supposedly is on the river so maybe when I find the boat ride I can find the park.
Thats the news for now. No campground pictures since it would look like last week’s pictures. There is a quick snapshot of the car and trailer as I finished loading up this AM.”
(submitted by Lisa)
“The twins started their state playoffs on Monday at 6:00 p.m. They won. Played again on Tuesday at 6:00 p.m. They won. Played again on Wednesday at 6:00 p.m. They won. Played again on Thursday at 6:00 p.m. They lost. Played again on Thursday at 8:00 p.m. They won by one run. They will play again on Friday at 6:00 p.m. They will play Richards which is the team that beat them 25-3. The team that beats will win first place and the other team will win second. Never dreamed they would do so well. I have not gone to the games because of the heat and I get too nervous. I keep Brad. Tomorrow night Brad is going and I am also going. I will take along three nerve pills. Hope I make it. The only casualty has been Alice, who plays first base, and was hit in the mouth trying to make a catch. Just a little blood and swelling. She was worried about her permanent teeth getting knocked loose. She is fine.”
(submitted by Anonymous)
When my husband and I first became engaged, we went over to his mother’s house to make the announcement official. We walked into the living room; his arm was around my shoulder; and she was sitting on the sofa. He said, “Mom, we’re getting married!” She lowered her reading glasses; she looked at her son; she looked at me; she looked back at her son and replied, “Oh really? To whom?” AWKWARD.
(submitted by Lynda)
My first time having dinner with my boyfriend’s family, I sat between him and his somehwat tomboyish sister. My boyfriend’s mother immediately struck up small talk, which ended rather abruptly when she said “I’m so glad you are dating [boyfriend’s name], I’ve always wanted a daughter.” My boyfriend’s sister didn’t say anything. Awkward.
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I went to my great aunts Funeral this week. I left before my distant cousins arrived, but here is what happend once they were there. The room was very solomn, and my cousin and her mother began to walk around the room and tell everyone how sad it was that our aunt had ascended to the next world. Following their condolonces they handed out black cards with hot pink inserts. These little jewels turned out to be invitations to my cousins wedding in 5 weeks. Awkward.
(submitted by Shawna)