Your three words, my little story.

Carrie’s words: glass, beg and intent

    The INTENT today was finding the right piece. Not close, it has to match the other three exactly. Carrie loves flea markets, thrift shops and of course trampling around town checking out all the yard sales. Yard sales are her favorite, because of the people she can meet. Some people ask her, “why are you buying everyone’s trash?,

    She is quick to say, “that’s not so. I don’t buy anyone’s trash. I buy cheap treasures from people that are finished with them.”

    She thought she finally found the right grass of tables. Plenty of dishes, cups, glasses, crystal and silverware. She thought, there it is, but she knows how to hide her excitement and slowly saunter to the end of the table. She held the piece up to the sky and was able to look straight through it, no prism. She was very depressed when she said, “dog gone it,” but still tried the second test. As she wet her index finger and rubbed it around the top of the GLASS. Yep, it was glass not crystal.

    A fellow yard saler heard her comment and said, “I’m looking for crystal too.”

    “What piece are you looking for?”

    “The very same piece as you. I already checked that one out. I need one to complete my set of eight.”

    “Are you serious? I need one to complete my set of four.” She thought for a moment and decided to BEG her for one of hers.

Random thoughts: The Native American

 

As an American, who loves my country. I have to admit: I hate what we did to the Native American, we came here and took what wasn’t ours, their land, their country. At the same time we enslaved another culture of people, while we were declaring our freedom and independence from England. I sure hope we learn from our mistakes and don’t get what we deserve. Please Lord God forgive us and protect us from our enemies.

Your three words, my little story

Lottie’s words: Best, trade and ever

Lottie was laying out in the scorching heat at one of her local beaches, when she saw something that baffled her. It was a strange object in the water that was bobbing up and down with regularity. As the tide brought it toward the sand to her left, she decided to get up and walk down the beach. To her surprise it was a bottle,when she waded out to get it she noticed it had a cork in it. She was so elated that she yelled back to her friend, that was still laying on a towel next to hers, she yelled, “It’s a message in a bottle.”
Her friend yelled, “what does it say?”
By this time Lottie was running back to her spot with the bottle trying to take the cork out. When she sat down she thought the best way to remove the cork was to cut it even to the top of the bottle and push it in. The message read, “I like your hat.” This scared her and her friend, because this meant someone was watching them. At the bottom of the note was a phone number. When she was dialing it she was thinking it seemed familar, then the name popped up it was her long time friend Jim.
He answered saying, “hope I didn’t scare you, but I really like your hat.”
“Where are you?”
“In the boat about a hundred feet in front of you.”
“Don’t you ever do that again. You scared the hech out of me.”
Jim apologised and said, “he has a hat that would look real good with your bathing suit.”
She said, “come in and maybe we can make a trade.”
They made the trade and as he walked away he thought, “best trade ever.”

by Jim McDonald

Your three words, my little story

Jamie’s words: Sushi, button and headstrong

 

    Jamie and his daughter were heading into a three story building in downtown Wilson yesterday, when they saw something that gave them both a little pleasure. It was the revolving and it didn’t but a second till she ran into it. Seems like she went around a dozen times, while Jamie looked on smiling. He thought, she’s got to get tired sooner or later.

     Little Susie was such an average two year old, she had the greatest smile, that I’m sure she got from her pop pop. Of course she was full of energy, just like most two year olds.

    Finally out of the door through the foyer and in the elevator Susie asked, “can I push it daddy?”

    “Of course you can.”

    “Which BUTTON daddy?”

    Pointing he said, “this one honey.”

    She tried and tried to push it, but she was just too short. Only an inch more and she could reach it. “Here let me Susie.”

    “No I can do it.” She started jumping around and just happened to step on daddy’s foot, as she was standing on his feet she realised that was the inch she needed. So she pushed it and turned to daddy with the biggest grin. Jamie thought she never would have been able to do it, if she wasn’t so HEADSTRONG.

    Leaving town, they picked up momma and went to their favorite fishing hole. Susie and momma weren’t much on fishing, but this was one of Jamie’s favorite things to do.  Fishing with his family made the experience even better.

     The girls didn’t fish, but Jamie did and he started pulling them in left and right. Literally didn’t matter which side he cast to, he pulled in a fish. Momma said, “you want to take them home or start a fire here and a cook a couple here or do you want to eat one raw, so you can have your daily SUSHI fix?”

Your three words, my little story

Cherie’s words: Rabbit, train and lego

    It was huge, must have been a foot and a half tall, a foot wide and four feet long. You could tell the kid has been collecting for years, the normal colours, but some of the LEGO sizes were different. Eventhough Cherie didn’t know what it was, there was a certain mystique to the form. She asked the nine year old Joey, “what is it?”

    He said, “it’s a spaceship and it goes deep into space, where no man had gone before.”

    It was almost time for Joey’s dad to get home from work, meaning his two evening chores were to be finish in the next half hour. The chores were feeding the animals and watering the plants. Inside of the rambler were four plants, a dog and a cat. Outside were a lot of plants, but only two rows that needed watering and they were along the front fence line. His favorite evening chore was feeding his RABBIT. He called her Frisky, because of her whiskers. After he played with Frisky for awhile he knew his dad was soon to be off the TRAIN and almost home.

    This was Joey’s favorite time of the day, daddy’s home. Every day Monday through Friday they met in the front yard. Joey would throw his dad the big glove, then jump into his arms and yell, “I love you daddy.”

    “Love you too son, now lets play some catch.”