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Your three words, my little story 8-9-16

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Mary Beth’s words: music, animals & orange

The alarm clock wasn’t set to a loud beep, it was set to some loud MUSIC, good ole rock and roll at that. This type of wake up gave her and her husband the boost they needed to do it all over again. She would hop in the shower first, while Bill would feed and water the ANIMALS. By the time he got back and in the shower she would be making them something for breakfast. Always something simple, maybe an egg sandwich or oatmeal, nothing to time consuming. Sometimes times they would switch morning chores, but she normally didn’t want to walk all the way out to the barn that early in the morning.

 

She was getting into her truck and he was getting on his bike, when she realized she didn’t have to work that day. Totally forgot there was a teachers meeting and she could have slept in. However, since she was up she thought about going into the little town of Sloan and get some paint. They needed some exterior semi-gloss white for the doors and windows, not much, just a gallon. Marybeth took care of that little errand and a few others while she was out and came back home and took a nap. Why not.

 

Bill left work later than normal that evening, because of an overdue delivery. As he was dressing for his bike ride home he noticed the bottom of the sun was just resting on the tree tops. A beautiful scenery was cast across the western hemisphere and of course he had to take a picture of it. He cut the bike off, took off his gloves, put down the kick stand and got off the bike. After all that he went digging in his jeans for his phone and was able to take several pictures, before the sun went down. This made for a long dark ride home, but he couldn’t pass up the purple, ORANGE and the beautiful pastille sun set.

Your three words, my little story 8-7-16

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Dave’s words-addictive, confident & expressive

Dave was feeling pretty good after passing the bar. He’s wanted to be an attorney ever since his uncle was found not guilty for his part in a drug deal. The uncle was a good trustworthy man, but had a very ADDICTIVE personality. If it felt good, he wanted to do it again and again and again. The ability to clear some ones name and set them free seemed like an awful lot of power. Now he has that power, if he’s any good.

He won his first case out of the gate, this gave him the CONFIDENCE he needed to exceed in his new business. After that he won most of his cases, even the ones he thought were guilty. Regardless if they were guilty or not his job was to get them off.

First off he figured he needed to show reasonable doubt. As he would walk around the court room he learned to put on a show. He realized the more EXPRESSIVE his show was the more the jury would pay attention to him. He had to get the court room involved in his clients life, so he would find out as much about their life as possible. Then put it all on the line.

Your three words, my little story: Darla’s words (true story)

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Your three words, my little story: Darla’s words: mercy, pain & happiness (true story)

It was that time of year again and I wasn’t looking forward to it. Does anyone look forward to going to the Dentist? Todays visit was just a cleaning, but when your teeth are as bad as mine it still hurts a little. I can only hope that the doctor has MERCY on me. She seems to be very capable of doing her job and somewhat compassionate while doing it. Well the cleaning went well and I was so happy to be out of there and sitting in front of the receptionist making my next appointment.

I know I just left a cleaning, but I was hungry. Thinking it was better if I didn’t eat before seeing my Dentist, especially since I just brushed my teeth and gargled. Sitting down the street at the “Dash In” counter with my tasty Monday lunch always brings me pleasure. Normally this lunch is spicy chicken wings, potato wedges and a soda. Sometimes the ice in the soda causes PAIN in my teeth, because of the cold. So I give a little pause every time, before the first drink.

One of my favorite places to be is sitting in front of some water with a fishing pole in hand. It is nice to catch a fish, but the best part is being alone in my thoughts. Pure HAPPINESS is a lost feeling now a days, but I know when I’m in it. Normally catching a fish is a added joy.

Your three words, my little story

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Matt’s words: air, water and land

As you would expect his sea legs felt different on the fourteen footer as it did on his hundred and fifty six foot yacht. While on a small boat he feels every little wave and his balance might take a hit. It would be easy to lose his balance and go overboard, however on his yacht he hardly feels the WATER at all. Sometimes he forgets he’s on the water till he sees it.

His yacht was a pleasure boat not a fishing boat. If he really wanted to fish though he could go to the stern, where there is a set of steps that lead down to a hidden area called The Fishing Den. It has a stereo, TV, frig, small bar, bench seats and a couple of fishing chairs setup up for the big fish. Matt quit smoking last year and that use to be his favorite place to smoke. Now he doesn’t go down there much, because of the memories.

It seems the freshest AIR is at the helm, but it could be because he loves being Captain Matt and the helm is the place to be. He loves breathing better and his wheezing seems to have lessened.

As usual, when ever his son sees LAND he yells, land ho. Even though it normally isn’t the direction they want to go, so everyone usually ignores him. Matt threatened to throw him overboard once if he didn’t stop yelling it. It never phased the kid as he continues to yell every chance he gets, then he looks at his dad and grins.

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Bill’s words: music, island & earth

Not another sound on this cool crisp dawn, other than birds chirping, fish popping and MUSIC playing on his phone. Bill comes here three or four times a week to be alone in his thoughts. He’s really not a fisherman, often he doesn’t bring a fishing pole and when he does he hardly ever uses it. The point of this time is being still on the EARTH as it spins on it’s axis.
Most of his thoughts are of his wife and their little farm, that’s their sanctuary and they love it. He also gives brief thoughts to yesterday’s ups and downs, before preparing and heading to work for the daily grind.
Next week they’re taking a vacation to Hawaii. This is something they hardly ever do. Not because they can’t afford it, because they can. They just love home, however they feel they need a break from their friend Jim. Jim’s a nice guy, but he always seems to be there. He’s always trying to talk them into these crazy little adventures. This adventure is theirs and it will be without him, on an ISLAND far, far away from him.