Funny AND True!

[LeslieDean]

My husband told me a story that happened to him at the bar a couple of weeks ago.  He is a animal lover in the strictest sense.  He has a customer that comes in almost every day with her husband and cousin to drink a couple of beers and keep up with small town gossip.  She also runs a resuce group for dogs but will not turn down any animal in need.  Her nonprofit organization is called Resuce Rangers and she will travel to other states during diasters to help gather animals and house them hoping to find their owners or readopt to a loving home.

 

We have a small 9# Boston Terrier we love called Teeny Marie.  Rick has an abundance of affectionate pet names for her but usually he will cuddle her and call her "My Teeny Meenie" or "my Teeny Weenie" Or Teeny tot--but you get the idea.  He is nuts about her.

 

Anway. Brenda ordered her glass of wine and started telling Rick of her newest rescue.  A 4 pound Pomerainan. Anyway, she goes "Rick, I have my own "Itsey Bitsey" now."  to which Rick replied "I am so happy for you.  Because I just love my Teeny Weenie!"   ------OH NO!!!!  He said that it was like everyone at the bar quit talking at the same time, the juke box quit playing and everyone looked at him and went "Huh?"  He said not until the words left his lips and he heard with his own ears what he said!  He said that it has been two weeks now and no one will let it drop.  Someone will walk in the bar and shout "How's it hangin?" or they'll say "How's Teeny Weenie today?"  He said it is terrible to have to depend on these peoples money for his lively hood when what he really wants to do is punch their lights out.  I told him he had to admit it was pretty funny and he agreed it was funny for a few minutes but it has long since past that point.  I guess that is where we know who are our true friends.  Friends know when to let things go.

[ReadYourBible]

And herein lies the reasoning behind the thread - things you shouldn't name your dog

 

http://drmark1961.hubpages.com/hub/ten-names-I-would-not-give-my-dog

 

Or pet for that matter.

 

Pets at our house 

 

Totoro (my daughter named him, I'm cat sitting)

Princess (leia)

Ewok

 

Chihiro (gecko, I'm gecko sitting)

 

Baggins and Jeff  (I said NO to these ones)

Bear and Ginny 

Edited May 17, 2015 by cerebral ecstasy

[RaymondG]

Or we could just stay away from bars?

They do say there's more ways of killing a cat, after all...

[LeslieDean]

Can't stay "away" from bars when as mentioned that is your sole means of providing for your family.  I take offense when "friends" make comments off the cuff as that.  My husband is not a witness.  He was reared in a crazy home that appeared on the outside to be very well off but was full of abuse by a father who was later learned to be gay.  At a time when homosexuality was not accepted as it is today.  He survived and endured alot.  Alot with scars.  Whether it was a good decision or not,  he did what he felt was his only option when he bought the bar.  It was the only solution at the time to ensure that I would have proper medical care for a brain tumor that left me unable to work and not knowing if I would see the next day.  When my cobra insurance expired my insurance premimum alone went to over three thousand a month.  One of my medications was $1800.00 month and the other $850.00, then the IV IGA taken at the cancer clinic was $15,000.00 monthly.  By buying a business that was sure to be low income level it offered a sloution to our delimia.  Insurance companies can not deny you or use preexisting conditions against you or jack your premimuns sky high.  We were able to get Insure Oklahoma--which is for low income businesses/individuals whch in itself was hard for my husband.  He went from a very lucrative self employment in LA to a red-neck bar in Oklahoma.  Many worldlymen would have left their wifes and stayed in beautiful, sunny Beverly Hills but he choose to stay with me and work like hell.  My husband has worked 7 days a week a minimun of 14 hours a day BY HIMSELF!  We have had few bartenders to try and fill in but due to their theft or giving drinks away we have had no additional help.  He does not want me there by self and occaassionaly I help him.  All this he has done with a total knee replacement, still needing anither and a shoulder replacement and back surgery.  He is going crippled right before my eyes but still he plugs on.  I know most people would have thrown in the towel by now but what choice do we have?  Sell and loose all his money he invested?  I would and would not feel badly about bankrupcy but he will not consider this.  So, it really does behoove people to have a little more background information on a subject before saying something that "seems so plain" to other people.

 

I'll say I am sorry now because I know this sounded rough.  But it is in response to your comment that seemed very flippant to me.  Os careless.  This is one of those comments that makes me realize why I believe my husband probably believes this is the Truth but just does not see  how many friends still say things without thinking of how it may sound.  I wish our brothers and sisters who have family members in the Truth could experience a few months of what it is like to be serving Jehovah alone in a family setting.  We need kind words to help us win our spouses over.  It is just like "one without a word" except applies to the friends also.

Edited May 18, 2015 by LeslieDean

[LeslieDean]

I should really save my comments and reread over and over.  Won--not one without a word.  My brain still shorts out and I struggle getting things right.  Thanks for your patience.  Now off to read the thread on language!

[pnutts]

Working as a bartender depends upon the bar, clientele and location.

 

I know of a sister - regular pioneer, elder/pioneer husband who has worked in a bar , even after being assigned to a needy area.

I believe they are now in an ASL group in another state, and has worked at a bar when she needed to.

[GrumpysWife]

 

 

I'll say I am sorry now because I know this sounded rough.  But it is in response to your comment that seemed very flippant to me.  Os careless.  This is one of those comments that makes me realize why I believe my husband probably believes this is the Truth but just does not see  how many friends still say things without thinking of how it may sound.  I wish our brothers and sisters who have family members in the Truth could experience a few months of what it is like to be serving Jehovah alone in a family setting.  We need kind words to help us win our spouses over.  It is just like "one without a word" except applies to the friends also.

 

Amen to that, my dear sister, amen to that!

[Old]

Hang in there Leslie.

Obviously, Ray hasn't read your postings that many of us are familiar with.

 

I have a history of hanging out in bars.

I too did not have much choice. I was 5 years old at the time and wanted to be near my Mother.

She was more than a little loose. If she wasn't called to work she would sit in Jim Dunns bar (Now Jim Dunn's Cosmopolitan) Eureka CA  and drink beer with regulars.

I would role the balls around on the pool table until she had her fill, then we would go home.

 

Good thing for me that relatives stepped in and adopted me.

20 years later I delivered Seven-Up to Jim Dunns and they still remembered Mabel's little kid being stuck in a bar waiting for his mother.

 

Sometimes we just don't have a choice

[LeslieDean]

i don't know if I actually have this as a memory or if it has been related so many times it has become a memory.  My father was off work as a bricklayer for two years due to a hanging scalffold blowing away from a three story wall he was building/bricking.  He fell and turned his foot to the point of the outter side  bending and touching his leg.  He had to have surgery and a metal plate put in to repair all the broken bones. My mother became the provider and he became my caregiver. 

 

It was my first day of kindergarten and he picked me up from school and asked me what I learned that day.  I said I learned how to make a sandwich and soup.  He said he knew that did not happen but took me home and walked me to the kitchen (while he was on crutches) and told me to get in there and make him a sandwich and soup.  He said I told him I could not reach the cabinets or open the can so he pulled a chair up to the cabinet and let me get the soup and canopen.  He said I told hime I needed some tomatoes opened too, to add "texture" to the soup.  I needed milk not water to make it creamier and richer. LOL.  He said he was astonished I knew to do this and he remembers that as the best soup and sandwich he ever ate!  Anyway, we were buddies and he would take and pick me up from school.  He would also take me to his "office" which was really a bar called Mach One.  I remember it being very exciting and was also so cold and dark in there with a juke box playing.  He would shoot pool for money---"to help pay the bills" ;)--or that was his story.  Amyway, my mother received a call at work requesting an appointment to discuss her daughters "big imigination".  Mom said she was on edge to find out what this could mean since I was such a "well behaved" child.  She met with the principal and he told her that my story telling and lies were getting out of hand.  I was telling my teacher and classmates that my Dad would take me to work with him and his office had pool tabels, shuffelboards, and darts and I would get to set at a "big high counter on a tall stool" and drink sodas that a woman with alot of blue stuff on her eyes would give me.  Mom said she could feel her face blushing and became hot under the collar and assured the principal that she would have a talk with her daughter about "controlling her imagination".  I would like to say that was the end of story but in fact my Dad continued to take me but would always preface our "visits" with 'don't tell your Mom and for "GODS SAKE" don't tell anyone at school!!!'

 

It is funny how lax the bar rules were back then.

[LeslieDean]

Working as a bartender depends upon the bar, clientele and location.

 

I know of a sister - regular pioneer, elder/pioneer husband who has worked in a bar , even after being assigned to a needy area.

I believe they are now in an ASL group in another state, and has worked at a bar when she needed to.

 

That is true.  The personality of the bar changes with who is present.  After work there are blue collar workers and older men who come to talk, watch TV, shoot pool, and play dominoes.  It is quite laid back and comfortable then.  My husband does have the good sense to ban the trouble makers and the instigatiors but there is still always a chance something can happen before you can get them out.  The sheriff came in one time to check our licensing and said "wow, I have not been called here in years!  Keep up what ever you have been doing!"

[RaymondG]

No, I did not know your husband worked at a bar, nor that he isn't in the Truth...

But it's there if you read that post of yours carefully, I guess I didn't take it all in. My apologies.

[LeslieDean]

Thank you.  I appreciate that because I do get alot of flack from ones that DO know.  They are never brothers though.  Always meddelsome sisters...

 

I have actually had brothers go in pairs to the bar to have a drink and shoot a game of pool.  They have come to me to tell me how much they enjoyed their conversation with Rick.  And what a "cool" bar it is.  They certainly do not hang out there but they have stopped by briefly to say hi. I really take note of that because I realize they are not trying to make me feel "unacceptable" because my husband owns a bar.  My husband says he always knows when a witness comes in because of their demanor. 

Edited May 19, 2015 by LeslieDean

[pnutts]

Isn't there a joke on here somewhere "A witness walks into a bar" ?

[Luezette]

Leslie, your post is touching to say the least. It reminds me of a few experiences I go through with the friends though it's not as yours but it does at the same time.

Though our mother did the best she could, it was still a rough childhood. But she loved us. Had a hard time showing it because of how she was raised but we knew she loved us. However, the result was we lived on the streets. Not literally but so in itself. We were slapped around, etc but never went without the physical necessities of life.

The result of that is down to today, I'm basically street...emotionally. I understand them. I talk their language. When I see them which is every day, especially since the weather is getting warmer. Oh profanity is not in my vocabulary but they sense that I'm on their level in a way. It's not a front, it's very real. Sometimes when the friends see me when out in service, they'll give me a puzzling look. One time a sister said, with wonderment in her voice "you talk to the people like they're regular people." After I got over the shock of her even thinking they're not regular people, I simply said "because they are regular people." I had no idea we're supposed to think, see them as just householders. Yes, even though our mother wasn't the best Mom emotionally, what she left us was a legacy to really understand people, people who, like us, was left destitute emotionally.

Edited May 19, 2015 by Luezette

[Tortuga]

Isn't there a joke on here somewhere "A witness walks into a bar" ?

A Witness almost walks into a bar but ducks just in time?

 

A Witness walks into a bar and says "Is the bartender here? My knuckles are sore from knocking on doors"

(Bar - tender - soft)

sorry, lame attempt to create a bad joke

[pnutts]

A Witness almost walks into a bar but ducks just in time?

 

A Witness walks into a bar and says "Is the bartender here? My knuckles are sore from knocking on doors"

(Bar - tender - soft)

sorry, lame attempt to create a bad joke

Not quite. Will have to find it later. Got chores to do.

[Tortuga]

Isn't there a joke on here somewhere "A witness walks into a bar" ?

I just made this up so be kind 

 

A Witness walks into a bar and calls out "Isaiah 1:22" and the bartender brings him a draft beer.

Later another Witness walks into the bar and calls out "1 Timothy 5:23" and the bartender brings him a glass of red wine.

Then another Witness walks into the bar and calls out "Matthew 14:19" and the bartender brings him a tuna sandwich.

After a while the first Witness leans over to whisper to the bartender and the bartender points down the hall.

One of the regular patrons asks the bartender "I figured out what the first three scriptures meant but what was the last scripture?"

The bartender replied "Genesis 7:11"

 

Edited May 19, 2015 by RKibel

[ReadYourBible]

Thank you.  I appreciate that because I do get alot of flack from ones that DO know.  They are never brothers though.  Always meddelsome sisters...

 

I have actually had brothers go in pairs to the bar to have a drink and shoot a game of pool.  They have come to me to tell me how much they enjoyed their conversation with Rick.  And what a "cool" bar it is.  They certainly do not hang out there but they have stopped by briefly to say hi. I really take note of that because I realize they are not trying to make me feel "unacceptable" because my husband owns a bar.  My husband says he always knows when a witness comes in because of their demanor. 

My husband has 'support our troops' plates on our truck, I've gotten some looks over that and I've had dealings with meddlesome sisters.  So I can really empathize with you on this.  

[Tortuga]

My husband has 'support our troops' plates on our truck, I've gotten some looks over that and I've had dealings with meddlesome sisters.  So I can really empathize with you on this.  

Have you ever told your husband that you really like that plate because it shows his support for Theocratic troops?