Hey guys, how is everybody today? Deb and I are both fine and would like to thank you guys for stopping back by!
My Mom’s brother, who is my Uncle Harold, is a sport model. There’s no one, and I do mean no one, who likes to laugh, joke, cut-up, and just have a good time than ole Uncle Harold.
He’s married to my Aunt Ann, who is one great lady, mother, and cook. Man, she can put some groceries on the table. She gave Deb and I a recipe last year for squash pickles, and I swear, those dern things are delicious. They’re my pickle of choice now, hands down!
Anyway, Aunt Ann calls Uncle Harold, Pop, as do many of his friends, as well as his kids. They have 3 boys.
The oldest Danny, is a workin Trojan, and just like his Dad when it comes to laughin and cutting-up. Actually, Larry and Gary are funny as well, but when it comes to Danny and his “Pop,” well, the apple didn’t fall far from the tree with those two.
He told me at a family reunion once, when I’d asked if Danny could make it, he says, “No Dub, that guy’s workin again. That dern boy works all the time. Matter of fact, I asked Ann once, ya reckon that they gave us the wrong baby when we left the hospital?”
That’s the kind of guy he is. You never know what’s fixin to come out of his mouth!
Anyway, I’ve told this story to you guys before, but it’s been many moons ago. I think that it’s funny enough to share with you again…
My Mom has a brother who is one of the funniest people I've ever met. He's my Uncle Harold. Harold owned and drove a cattle truck quite a few years. He'd pick up a load of cows from a market here in Central Fla. and haul them to Texas, wherever.
After coming back from hauling a load out west, Uncle Harold walked into his home, Aunt Ann met him at the door, and asked him to sit down she'd like to speak with him. Well he'd been gone six weeks and had no idea what she might want. He walked to the sofa and sat down.
Aunt Ann told him she was pregnant.
Uncle Harold told me he jumped off the couch, and went straight into their bedroom. He said at that point he sat down on the edge of the bed and contemplated what he'd just been told. After thinking on it a minute, Uncle Harold told me he leaned over to their dresser, reached into the top drawer, pulled out the pistol they kept there, thumb-cocked it, and put the gun to his head!
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‘Ridin Out The Recession With Dub and Deb in “Miz Judi’s Kitchen’!
Note to Readers: There are a few things that Dub doesn’t know but one thing he does know is that the word ‘Riding’ (as in Riding Out the Recession) is spelled with a ‘g’ at the end. But Dub not only walks the walk, but speaks like he is: down home, true blue, and plain speakin’ country folk.
Dub and Deb are both native Floridians, live in Central Florida, and run a small business as well. They have five children, and seven grandchildren.
Both love to cook, love to laugh, grow a garden, and generally try to “aggravate” most anyone around them basically…all in good fun, of course!
