Heading off. . .

That’s right. I’m heading off to the fine and furry land of Arkansas for to pick up a car that dad bought there. This is good times because it means that Loyal and I will drive down there tomorrow in our Accord, have jolly times etc., etc., and then after Loyal is properly dropped off at Hillcrest, (where the car will be delivered to) I will turn around and go to Lebette Co. KS, for to party with the homies at the J. Sam Nisly residence for the remainder of Saturday and part of sunday, following which I will come home. (That was a terrible sentence, and I don’t even care!)

I am mildly excited about the prospect of a road trip to pick up a new car. (oh, it’s a 01′ Toyota Camry) It should be good times and parties for all who would like to have parties and goodish sorts of of times. . . .

thesinger

Anonymous Somebodies

Well, we just finished giving 1.5 concerts. The first one was at Mennonite Manor, a local nursing home, and the second was at the Partridge Fest. (Partridge, KS is the town closest to us with an approximate population of 400)

The Menno Manor concert had its moments of inspiration, and it’s moments of pain. For instance, a lot of the songs really clicked with the residents, but the pain came when a dear old lady in the front row gave us multiple demonstrations on the subject, “How to Belch in the Middle of a Worship Service.” The last demonstration was synchronized with a break between songs which made for a very weak start, and an eventual collapse of our composures, the music, etc., etc. On the second try, we did actually manage to start and end the song successfully. (Looking at the ceiling and the floor was a key to our success.)

The Partridge Fest concert was very much different. We gave a twenty minute concert on a “stage” that was actually a decorated hay-rack wagon with one mike. Because it was windy, we had STRESS hearing each other, not to mention that the audience could not hear us very well. PAIN. Ah vell, at least we could have fun doing it and hopefully we lent to the festive atmosphere. Another good thing that came out of the concert is that Mr. Pastor from the Partridge Community Church invited us to provide some live entertainment for a Christmas banquet that his church is putting on. GOOD TIMES!

Peace and love to all!!!

thesinger

Retreat: A Success!

That picture is the essence of retreat. Thumbs up, in front of a volleyball net. YESSS! The next picture also shows things about Retreat that you can’t miss: Pop, socializing, and volleyball.

Next is a picture of Shane viciously smashing the ball.

This is Danny, fellow committee guy and partner in crime. He seemed to enjoy retreat, at least most of the time. . .

This is Karen, who was head committee girl for Retreat and is a committee person no longer. Thumbs up to the committee girls for doing all the food planning and preparation. That was some good food!

This is Dorcus. Girlfriend of Shane, also committee girl for Retreat. (Notice order given.) She is head committee girl now that Karen has bequeathed to her that responsibility.

And this is yours truly, who was, and is no more a head committee person for Retreat. YESSSS!!

Looking back at Retreat, I think it was a very positive thing for everybody! I certainly enjoyed it, (to some extent) even though I was in charge of the whole shebang. Perhaps a highlight was the singing on Sunday evening when most of our parents and siblings joined us for some food, and an hour of singing. That singing was GOOD TIMES! I really enjoyed it!

Here is a picture of most of the kids that were at Retreat. I say most, because, Bruce H___ was not on the picture because he was shooting it. Thanks Bruce!

So, there you have it. A very small glimpse of the kind of fun and good times we have at Retreat.

May the fleas of a thousand camels infest the armpits of your enemies!

thesinger

Joke of the week: 0-200 In 6 Sec.

Ed was in trouble. He forgot his wedding anniversary. His
wife was really mad. She told him “Tomorrow morning, I
expect to find a gift in the driveway that goes from 0 to
200 in 6 seconds, AND IT BETTER BE THERE.”

The next morning, Ed got up early and left for work. When
his wife woke up, she looked out the window, and sure
enough, there was a medium-sized gift-wrapped box in the
middle of the driveway.

Confused, the wife put on her robe, ran out to the driveway,
and brought the box back into the house. She opened it and
found a brand-new bathroom scale.

Funeral services for Ed have been scheduled for Friday.

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What a funny! I LOVE IT!

Time to post?

Nope. Why would anyone in the world think that I have time to post. Retreat, School, Family obligations, Anonymous Somebodies, Laymen’s Men’s Chorus, working for Dad, etc., etc.

thesinger

Srsly!

My thoughts exactly!

thesinger

Joke of the Week:Speeding Tickets

“What am I supposed to do with this?” grumbled a motorist as
the policeman handed him a speeding ticket.

“Keep it,” the cop said. “When you collect four of them, you
get a bicycle.”

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