Hi Gary,
I would like to let everyone know that our brother Donnie is sheduled to have open heart surgery on Monday. He has been in the Minot hospital over the weekend because he has a pump to help his heart beat as only half of his heart is working. They call this heart condition ” the widow maker”.
Donnie and Debbie are the back bone of our family. When I moved back to the area it was they that were my support system. Donnie was always there to help.
Growing up it was Donnie I went to with my problems. He has always been the strong one. I am asking that everyone send prayers to him at his and our time of need. It would be greatly appreciated. Thank You All,
Pam
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LaVerne,You were up kind of early on your birthday too. I received your message at 4:42 AM your time. I’ll bet you just wanted to have a very full day of your birthday. Did Carrole take you out for breakfast? Denny’s has a great Grand Slam that I like any day of the year. Looking at your slim fit profile, I don’t think you consume many Grand Slam’s.Gary
Four old retired guys are walking down a street in London . They turn a corner and see a sign that says, “Old Timers Bar – ALL drinks 10p.”
room, “Come on in and let me pour one for you! What’ll it be, gentlemen?”
There’s a fully stocked bar, so each of the men orders a martini. In no time the bartender serves up four iced martinis—shaken, not
stirred—and says, “That’ll be 10p each, please.”
The four guys stare at the bartender for a moment, then at each other. They can’t believe their good luck. They pay the 40p, finish their
martinis, and order another round.
Again, four excellent martinis are produced, with the bartender again saying, “That’s 40p, please.” They pay the 40p, but their
curiosity gets the better of them. They’ve each had two martinis and haven’t even spent a £1 yet.
Finally one of them says, “How can you afford to serve martinis as good as these for a 10p a piece?”
“I’m a retired tailor,” the bartender says, “and I always wanted to own a bar. Last year I hit the Lottery Jackpot for £25 million and
decided to open this place. Every drink costs 10p. wine, liquor, beer, it’s all the same – but it’s only open to retired people.”
“Wow! That’s some story!” one of the men says.
As the four of them sip at their martinis, they can’t help noticing seven other people at the end of the bar who don’t have any drinks
in front of them and haven’t ordered anything the whole time they’ve been there. Nodding at the seven at the end of the bar, one of the men
asks the bartender, “What’s with them?”
The bartender says, “They’re retired people from Scotland. They’re waiting for Happy Hour when drinks are half price !