Your three words, my little story
Derrick’s words: pony, breakfast & beer

 

 

BREAKFAST always comes early on a farm and Derrick’s homestead is no different. After his usual gravy over biscuits, bacon and few eggs, he’s ready to take care of the ranch.

 

 

First he milks the cows, then feeds the chickens and ponies after that he slops the pigs. Two hours later his wife brings him a bottle of water while he catches his breath on a bale of hay. On her way back to the house she feeds the chickens and gathers the eggs.

 

 

Last year his wife named the ranch’s new addition Princess, when Derrick had a beautiful Newfoundland PONY delivered from Canada. It’s a rare breed to begin with, but Princess was even more so because she’s white. Next week she will be entered in her first ever pony show.

 

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On Sundays, Wednesday & Fridays he lavishes his wife with what has become their very special treat. If you add a little root BEER to a full glass of ice cream it makes for a real nice refreshment. Most nights one glass is not enough.

 

Your three words, my little story
Meghan’s words: headphone, loafers & poster

 

Since you brought up the seventies, let’s talk about them for a few minutes. There’s a saying that goes like this, “If you remember the seventies, you weren’t there.” That basically means, if you weren’t doing the bountiful amount of drugs then you missed the party. If you missed the party, then you probably remember what you did. I guess you can say I was there.

 

I was the type of person that wore raggedy blue jeans and dirty tennis shoes. Not nice slacks and penny LOAFERS.

 

It was a regular occasion for some to get stoned, plug in the HEADPHONE jack and lay around on a bean bag chair. All you needed then was a black light and a POSTER or two.

 

I graduated high school, Carpenter Apprentice School, got married and divorced in the seventies. I drank myself into one DWI and was arrested for marihuana twice. Some kind of way, with help I raised two kids, who now have kids of their own.

 

Thank God my kids and I lived through those times.

Your three words, my little story
Nina’s words: dream, mother & heart.

 

Lately, Nina hasn’t been sleeping well. She prays often, drinks a warm glass of milk and of course she does the age old counting of sheep.

 

 

When she does fall asleep, it’s only for a brief time. She wakes up abruptly jolting the bed several times a night with no memory of her dreams. Habitually she snuggles up to her husband to feel the comfort she just lost. He always asks, “Are you alright honey?”

 

“Yeah sweetie, can’t sleep again.”

 

For work she needs more than a restless nightmare. Subconsciously she might be afraid to doze off and DREAM, for fear of the nightmarish journey that lies ahead.

 

She doesn’t remember any of the night time trips, except one. It’s about her MOTHER, who passed away many years ago in her sleep. Nina feels ten years old was way to young to lose her mom.

 

 

Nina’s son and daughter are in their teens now. She tries to do everything she didn’t have a chance to do with her mom and it seems she’s accomplished that. Proud doesn’t begin to describe how she feels about their relationships.

 

Her home, and it is a home not a house, is the busiest place on the block. All the neighborhood kids like visiting her children. They say, “Your place is teeming with compassion, warmth and filled with HEART.” They all love Nina and feel very safe there.

 

 

 

Why can’t she sleep? She has great kids, lovely home, good paying job and a sweet understanding husband.

 

A close friend mentioned, “Working out just before you go to bed might help. Or make love to your husband, anything to exhaust you.” This might help her rest, but she still needs to pinpoint the problem. Maybe a sleep professional.

Your three words, my little story
Ernie’s words: Liz, life and unfair

 

He was standing in the road next to his car yelling, “It makes no sense, none at all! LIFE is so UNFAIR!” Then he locked his car and started walking to town. How could he possibly forget to buy gas?

 

He figured the gas station was seven miles away. So if he got gas later and walked straight to the restaurant he would be two hours late from ordering his meal. The only way he can make it on time, is if someone picked him up.

 

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He was supposed to meet LIZ a half an hour ago and then meet her parents for the first time in ten minutes. He knows she’s worried about him, but there’s nothing he could do about it.

 

He just passed Lost River when he heard a vehicle behind him. Maybe he can still meet her parents for dinner if this car picked him up. It just happened to be a friend of his, so he knew he would only be a few minutes late.