6/22/2012 (1520)

Folks,
It is now 3:00 PM and I still don’t have today’s blog sent. 
We purchased a 4,000 SF lot next to our property that allows us secure road access to our place. We now have several guys working leveling this lot. Today I had 3 Dump truck loads of fill dirt delivered too. After we get things all leveled we will be building a garage. With that going on and with a few other requests, I just haven’t been able to get the blog out. I don’t have much, so I am going with what I have.
Gary
From Neola Kofoid Garbe: t Minot & Bottineau, ND
Barbara Jean Morin-Koehler
(Died June 15, 2012)

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Barbara Jean Morin-Koehler

Barbara Jean Morin-Koehler, age 53 of Fargo formerly of Dunseith, died Friday at a Fargo hospital. Funeral will be held on Thursday at 10:00 am at St. Anthony’s Catholic Church rural Belcourt. Wake will begin on Wednesday at 5:00 pm with a prayer service at 8:00 pm all at the church. Burial will be at the church cemetery.

Barbara Jean Morin-Koehler, a daughter of Moses and Mary (Gunville) Morin, was born on November 25, 1958 at Belcourt. Barbara grew up in the Dunseith and Belcourt area and graduated from Belcourt High School in 1977. She moved to Fargo and worked at Thompson Brother Inc. She then attended and graduated from Moorhead Tech. She worked as an Administrative Assistant at NDSU for 13 years. On July 28, 1995, she married Ron Koehler at Fargo. In recent years she has worked for various customer service companies, most recently US Bank.

Barb was a loving wife, mother, grandmother, sister and aunt. She welcomed everyone into her life with a smile, laugh and a hug. She enjoyed camping with Danielle, Ryley and the kids. She enjoyed watching professional baseball, especially her favorite team, the Yankees, even though she grew to like the Minnesota Twins due to the influence of her brother-in-law, Tim. She enjoyed playing her computer solitaire game while talking on the phone and visiting with her relatives and friends. She also enjoyed drinking coffee outdoors in the morning while visiting with her family. One of her favorite things she loved to do was reminiscing about the ‘good ole days.’ She knew that life could change in a heartbeat and to make the most of everyday.

Barbara passed away on Friday, June 15, 2012 in a Fargo hospital.

She is survived by her husband Ron of Fargo; son Nathan Koehler of Fargo and daughter Danielle (Ryley) Plesuk of Minot, granddaughter Kiya, grandsons Ramzey, and Reagan all of Minot; brother, Paul Morin of Dunseith; sisters, Marie LaFountain, Ramona Poitra, Louise Langston all of Dunseith and Marilyn (Tim) Henderson of Rapid City, SD and many nieces and nephews.

She was preceded in death by her parents, Moses and Mary Morin; sisters, Paulette Grundstrom and Loretta Morin; and brother, Gregory Morin.

Arrangements were with Nero Funeral Home in Bottineau. Friends may sign the online register book at www.nerofuneralhome.net.

 

Cebu Expat monthly dinner last night (6/21/2012)
 
Joke of the Day
From Mel Kuhn (’70):  St. John, ND
The sad part is that this could happen, hell it’s going to happen, ok it already has!!Several days ago as I left a meeting at a hotel; I desperately gave myself a personal TSA pat down.
I was looking for my keys.  They were not in my pockets.  A quick search in the meeting room revealed nothing.Suddenly I realized I must have left them in the car.  Frantically, I headed for the parking lot.
My wife has scolded me many times for leaving the keys in the ignition.
My theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them.
Her theory is that the car will be stolen.  As I burst through the door, I came to a terrifying conclusion.
Her theory was right.  The parking lot was empty.

I immediately called the police.  I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen.
Then I made the most difficult call of all, “Honey,” I stammered; I always call her “honey” in times like these.
“I left my keys in the car, and it has been stolen.”

There was a period of silence.  I thought the call had been dropped, but then I heard her voice.
“Idiot,” she barked, “I dropped you off!”
Now it was my time to be silent.  Embarrassed, I said, “Well, come and get me.”
She retorted, “I will, as soon as I convince this policeman I have not stolen your car.”

Yep it’s the golden years.