So how many of you have gone shopping for cakes, whether it be a wedding, birthday, special occasion, doesn’t matter… Most everyone thinks the same thing… Geez, they are expensive. Some of the wedding cake mark up is just because it contains the word: Wedding. Other costs that go into that price though are of course your ingredients but a large majority of it is time. Doing a wedding cake takes time and effort! The lady I have doing mine goes home from work, takes a nap, and then gets up about 11 pm or so and starts baking the cake and lets it cool and then decorates all through the night so that the bride and groom have the freshest cake possible. Not always is this the case though… some bakeries have frozen cakes for just in case emergencies… ie slam on the breaks going to deliver and the cake gets creamed!
I’ll warn you right now this is a picture loaded blog! If you don’t like pictures, don’t read/look!
The joke at work is I always need a new hobby. In 2008 that hobby was cake decorating so I took classes and practiced, practiced, practiced.
Here are a couple of cakes I did BEFORE I took the cake decorating classes.
So I spent my last weekend as a single girl doing something I absolutely love, well Friday night anyway… Basically short version, when I turned 15 I joined FFA where I took up showing sheep. I knew nothing about sheep at that time… NOTHING! I learned a lot in the 7 years that I showed, sometimes the hard way!
2 years before my FFA showing career was over I had a friend who asked to borrow one of my sheep for Lead Line at the state fair. Now Lead Line is fun and a different type of showing. You don’t have to show sheep to be in the Lead Line contest, all you have to do is find someone to borrow a sheep from, you dress in 25% wool outfit or more and you walk around and get judged. That year, my ewe (female sheep) didn’t cooperate and she’d stop walking and then leap. One of the areas you get judged on: Sheep Presentation… That wasn’t good.
So I asked her what I had to do to make it up to her. Well her family had been trying to convince me to do sheep Lead Line for years so you guessed it, I had to participate in Lead Line at their county fair. Then to make matters worse, I won my division. Hahaha!
So after I had been out of the showing circuit for a couple years I got asked to come back and be a judge. I had so much fun judging it but boy was it difficult. The friend who made me participate, Anya, was old enough she was out of the showing circuit as well, she collected our score cards and took them to the tally person. It was great because that night I wrote her jokes and stories and had her laughing up a storm. Her mother is in charge of the contest and watched us wondering what in the world we were up to. haha!
This year I ran into Anya’s mother again and she said she didn’t want to ask me because it was so close to the wedding but I told her I always had time so PC and I headed to the fair to judge Lead Line.
Here was a quick snap shot of the score card. There are 4 categories they are scored on worth 25 points a piece for a total of 100 points.
PC was in charge of pictures. I forgot to give him my camera so he was using his phone. The other 2 judges wore yellow shirts. I didn’t get that memo 🙁
The kids dress in 25% Wool outfits or more. You also put decorations on your sheep (scrunchies, flowers, etc. Sometimes you claim the sheep is wearing her 100% Wool coat.. haha)
they parade everyone in so the judges can get a once look at each contestant.
Then they all exit and come in one at a time. The announcer reads the write up about them. It includes, their name, age, parents, favorite thing about the fair, relation to the sheep industry, school sports, just things to get to know the child. Then they take their sheep to the gate where a family member takes it and they line up in the middle to wait for the rest to go through.
The 1st place winner always wins Wool. Second place gets some sort of an award whether a gift certificate or stuffed animal or money or something. Most all I’ve been to have a 3rd Place winner also.
It’s a lot of fun to go and watch and see the outfits put together.
The age groups are usually Tiny Tots:2-7, Junior, Intermediate, and Senior so you compete against kids relatively your age. It’s a lot of fun so if you have a fair roll around near you, Check it out sometime!
It was so much fun being back in the place I grew up basically for 7 years, the Sheep Barn! Although I felt like an old Fart 😉 because I didn’t know hardly any of the kids showing anymore. It’s fun to see how the kids cycle through!
I said I wasn’t going to share this until after the wedding, but I got to thinking about it… Who reads this that is actually coming to my wedding? I don’t think anyway which is kind of sad! But I’m so excited I just had to share!!! So if by chance, someone reading is attending the wedding, Act Surprised!! 🙂
Ok I’ve seen quite a few blogs that do this list. I’m not usually a follower, but it looks like fun so I think I’ll try it… Don’t shoot me 🙂
Without further adu:
If you really knew ME:
I’m not a morning person! I love my sleep. Don’t speak to me first until I speak to you…
I feel naked if my toenails aren’t painted. In the wintertime I kind of veer from that philosophy but that’s because my feet are covered with socks most of the time.
I was sweet 16 and never kissed. I kissed my first boy 3 months after I turned 16. He wasn’t worth it!!!
My dad said I couldn’t date until I was old enough to drive, in case I ever got in a bad situation… I went on my first date 1 1/2 months before I turned 16. I was staying with my aunt and uncle that summer. They set it up.
In college I would say things like I hate living in the city. People would ask why and I’d tell them that in the country if I wanted to go streaking through my parents field no one would know but I couldn’t do that here in the city. They’d then tell me to go streaking through the parking lot, no one would care. I would reply um… hello I’d get arrested and fined… plus I’m ugly enough that people would pay me to put my clothes back on. Then I’d go on to say, hey I could at least make some money that way!
In college I would walk into random girls rooms and lift my shirt up and flash the parking lot in what ever bra I was wearing at the time. I never did it if I wasn’t wearing a bra and I never did it if I was in my own room. Heck my bra covered more than most swim suits!
My favorite drinks are Coke, Cranberry Juice, Minute Maid Limeade and water.
I have a degree to teach High School Agriculture but I don’t really think I want to…
I am very sentimental and like to keep things close that have meaning (aka rings, movie stubs, whatever!)
I have a huge list of jobs that I need to accomplish in my lifetime. Here they are but not limited to: Hair dresser, clothing designer, Lawyer, Judge, Doctor, Masseuse, IT, Actress, teacher, politician… and that’s just to name a few. The list keeps growing.
I don’t really like chocolate but there are few things that have to be chocolate such as milk.
I prefer sweets to chocolate. My sweets list include: sweet tarts, nerds, skittles, and the big chewy sweet tarts (that take up your entire mouth).
I used to be able to put my fist in my mouth… Not so much anymore.
I love getting dressed up. Nothing beats getting dressed up and going to a fancy dinner with an absolutely handsome man!
For years at Christmas time when people asked me what I wanted, I’d tell them my 2 front teeth. I chipped my right tooth in 3rd grade and the filling they used to fix it yellowed out over time. I hated little kids coming up and asking me what was wrong with my teeth. I got a little money left to me when my grandparents passed away and last year I had my front teeth fixed. They are both now crowns. I’m scared to death they are going to fall off so I carry vasoline in my purse around with me to at least get them back on until I could make it to the dentist if need be.
I dreaded going wedding dress shopping. I want my high school body back when I get married. I always heard you didn’t want to be fat in wedding pictures because they last forever and that makes me sad.
I had a guy once tell me that if a girl wasn’t married by the time she was 25 she had problems. I’m 27 and I think I’m rather sane! Especially compared to some gals out there. But his words have always stuck with me and make me sad!
At one time no matter where I was, if I saw a sheep or something with a sheep on it, I had to have it. I have quite the sheep collection going and I’m not referring to my live herd.
I’ve been having a rough week, it’s kind of fun to sit here and do this list. Makes me think of all the wonderful things about myself. I hope you all have a fabulous week! Tomorrow is Friday after all! I just need to keep reminding myself of that.
Ok and today I don’t have a joke for you as much as a true story that makes my dad and PC laugh their heads off:
The back side of my parents house is all glass french doors. We live right along a Major interstate so we’ve had weird people walk in needing car assistance. After being at our house the night the neighbor came at 12:45 to tell us about men walking through our backwoods with flashlights you always wonder. Ok that sets the stage.
I was sitting in my parents living room Tuesday night with my dad watching TV. PC was at the dining room table. My dad got up and walked into the other room. I knew this. I proceeded a few minutes later to get up and walk into the other room when I saw a flashlight flashing out of the corner of my eye. I turned around and saw the flashlight but no person, especially after they tapped on the window. I almost tripped over the ottaman and started screaming my head off. My knees buckled under me and I fell to the floor. About that time my dad showed his face and PC got up to see what my problem was. I couldn’t quit shaking and they were both dying laughing at me. So mean, those boys!!! They couldn’t believe I didn’t hear my dad walk out the door.
One of my favorite lines to spit out is, “We’re you a waiter/ess in your previous life. Now how I get there… Let’s say you just put food in your mouth at the exact time someone says something… that’s when I spit out that line because it never fails, a waiter/ess comes over and asks how everything is just as you put food in your mouth. I swear it is a conspiracy because they don’t want to bring you anything. They don’t want to know something is bad, etc. On the other hand, I was a waitress at one time and tried not to catch people like that but it didn’t always happen, so maybe it isn’t a conspiracy after all…
Maybe I’ll ponder that a while…. Then again, maybe not.
I was a waitress in college. The restaurant I worked at was actually in a horse arena. Our big time was when there was a show going on, otherwise it was SLOW. We had big horse sales going on though and when we did, the restaurant was hopping. It was a good 15 miles to town… and we had food right there. We actually had good food at that. In the kitchen it would get hot so anytime the cooks needed something we all raced for the walk-in to get it for them because it was 10-15 minutes of pure cool sensation! The cooks would from time to time get stressed out and almost have melt-downs but it all worked out.
We also had a fast food side to the restaurant. It consisted of a few select things and they would cook it all in advance to keep up with demand.
Our manager at first, was HORRIBLE. Her father owned the place so that’s how she became manager. She was a nice person but terrible managering skills! In fact one day she yelled at me and 2 other employees in front of about 25-30 customers. It embarrassed the crap out of us. We were doing our job but we weren’t “doing it her way” which actually slowed us down so she yelled at us. Yelled at us that we weren’t moving fast enough, yelled at us that we weren’t doing it her way, yelled at us that we gave the wrong order to the wrong people, even though in fact we had the right order to those people. We should have walked out and quit right then, but we stuck it out through the end of our shift and then 2 of the 3 of us quit. Our mother’s told us too. Our mother’s were on the evening shift in the restaurant and they were ready to walk out and quit but decided not to, they weren’t the ones yelled at but both mothers told us to quit. That was a Friday. Our mother’s said they were quitting Sunday night. They couldn’t leave the owner short staffed, he was a good owner.
Sunday morning both mothers got a phone call (we both still lived with our mothers) from the owner asking us to all 4 come in before the dinner shift started. He wanted to talk to us. We all agreed. The manager, his daughter, walked out of her shift on Saturday night and quit on him. Said she’d had it and didn’t want to do it anymore and left. The owner begged us all to come back to work for him and we did. I never had a problem with another manager.
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One night at the restaurant we got slammed. It was on the night of a sale so it was only to be expected, but everyone came in at once. It was a MAD HOUSE!!! It sucked! Katie and I were working again together. So were our mother’s that night. Plus there were 2 other waitresses. That was the best night in tips I’d ever had and truthfully I didn’t deserve it. To tell you how bad it was, I had one table of 12 people (by the time it was all said and done) and they waited over 2 hrs for a steak. We were that busy.
I had actually been at work that morning since 6:30 am. There was a new barn manager and he was a cocky arrogant little sh*t. He and I didn’t see eye to eye and I flat out got up in his face and yelled at him. If you knew me, you’d know I didn’t do that type of thing but he pissed me off royally. He was so mad at me he said he was going to the owner and going to get my little waitress a$$ fired. I said good luck with that. The owner told him he needed to respect me because I was one of the best waitresses he had and if he didn’t like it he could walk.
So by the time that night came around and the kitchen was already swamped, that punk sat at one of my tables and I had to wait on him. I walked up with my most professional voice, took his order brought it to him the works. Ha, he left me a tip almost what his bill was. Haha, take that punk 🙂
My other tables weren’t nearly as bad… although I was their form of entertainment. They of course kept drinking and were getting drunker and drunker. To keep them happy I think I bought them a round on the house and gave them a free appetizer. We did that for a lot of customers that night. It was insane!
So one point one of them asked me where their steak was. I told them this:
Well it goes like this… we had to go and buy the beef from the feed lot and that was all the way over in Timbucktoo. And do you know where Timbucktoo is? I don’t but that’s where we had to go. Then we had to trailer it here… all the way from Timbucktoo. While they were driving they got to thinking about what it would take to “harvest” that’s the new word for slaughter, the beef animal once we got it here. Well once we started that process we saw the leather and really thought it was beautiful so instead of cooking your steak in the back, we are making leather couches. Would you like to buy one.
I had not only my table but the 6 other tables surrounding mine drawn in with my story. I had the whole restaurant in an up-roar b/c I was getting louder and louder and wilder with my story. So then later Katie came out and was singing (she was a music major) and so the guys wanted us to get up on the bar and sing. I told them I couldn’t sing and they said ok, she sings you dance! That one table I got close to $100 tip from. Their bill came to like $150 ish.
Ok I’m sorry, I’ll quit rambling! Have a Wonderful Wednesday!
So Here’s a cute picture of Evelyn and me from the bachelor/bachelorette party. We were tired of driving home and I was entertaining myself with my camera 🙂
We look topless but I had on a tube top (trying to eliminate tan lines) and she had on a small halter that could be tied like a tube top. Again with the tan lines. (more…)
So I was going to post this on Saturday but obviously didn’t get it done. By the way, one phrase you don’t want to hear when trying on your wedding gown, “It doesn’t Fit.” Then add in one of the bridesmaids says hers doesn’t fit. And then watch the zipper get broken on the Mother of the Bride dress. Top that off with turning your hair Blonde, and hey you have a party and a half!
So we started off Saturday headed to the florist. That all looks good. Then PC and Tbug left and went home and my mom and I ran errands. I’d decided I wanted highlights in my hair. PC told me to go get them done but my mom and I have done them out of the box before and it turned out just fine so I figured crunch time, I’ll just save some money. We bought a box and proceeded on. My hair just turned blonde in the process. 🙂 I have a few highlights of my natural hair color 🙂 It doesn’t look bad, it’s just a lot more blonde than I had imagined! (please ignore this picture it makes me look like I have back boobs or something :(…)
So then I went home and tried my dress on so we could work on making the bustle and mom kept pulling and pulling and pulling and I said, “What doesn’t it fit.” Jokingly of course and she said, “No.” About that time my heart hit my toes. Ok so instead of losing weight as a bride to be, I’ve gained 4 lbs. Seriously 4 lbs shouldn’t make a dress like that not fit… That’s water weight. I got to thinking when I tried it on it, it was with one of those bras that also sucked in your midsection and Saturday I only had on a strapless so that means I’m on the hunt for a mid-section sucker inner 🙂
So I texted both my gals standing up with me. Well one has her dress so she tried it on Saturday night and guess what, it didn’t fit. But it’s all good, I have the shawl that came with the dresses so she’s just having it altered.
So mom’s dress has a hidden zipper. Those always make for difficulty zipping up dresses so I didn’t zip it up all the way. Once she took it off and had it laying on the bed she went to zip it up and the zipper broke. Woohooooooo!
I can’t say I wasn’t a little frustrated by the end of Saturday but you know, it’s one day. It’s the lifetime after that really matters so hey… I might be getting married in jeans and boots but the important thing is I’m marrying my best friend, right?
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So back to what I was going to post Saturday. A week ago Saturday, the day after my surprise lingerie shower, we had our bachelor/bachelorette parties. We did it as a joint effort :). This was still a surprise to me as well although PC was very much involved in it all.
We went to Frontier City in Oklahoma City, Oklahoma. It was a lot of fun but boy was it hot! If you’ve ever been to Silver Dollar City in Branson, Missouri, it is very similar to that just not nearly as big.
I’ve always wanted one of those old time photos taken. We decided we’d do one with our wedding party (since that was who was involved plus Noah’s girl he brought.)
It was such a hot day! Noah and Shantel left before the rest of us. Then April left and drove on to Texas. Kalem, Evelyn, Mark and I though, we were hot, tired, hungry and thirsty! We drove down the road to Cracker Barrel and ate dinner. We couldn’t wait for our waitress to come get our drink orders and bring them back. She no more than brought the first round and PC told her she might as well bring his second round. So she went after that and we all proceeded to go through the menu. She came back, took our orders, walked off and brought us a pitcher of Coke. Since Kalem doesn’t drink coke, he had Dr. Pepper so she brought him 2 more glasses on top of what he already had.
Kalem pretending to drink the Coke straight from the pitcher.
Here were his extra Dr. Peppers.
We had a blast. I’m not really the stripper kinda gal so this was perfect for me!
This was taken somewhere between Oklahoma City and the first toll booth outside of Stroud. If you can’t tell it is 8:40pm and still 91 degrees.
While we were driving through Tulsa PC looked down and noticed that it was 99 degrees. Come on, we’re going North, not South!!!
Ok this car here, you can’t see it’s license plate but it cracked us up. It said “PITHED”. I think it might have been a combo of hot and tired but we laughed our heads off.
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Maybe I should also tell you about our Friday night… PC and I are not living together. We decided even though we have the house, we are not living together until after we are married. So I haven’t stayed in our house since I was 16 and it was owned by other people. After the shower was over on that Friday night we thought, well let’s just stay here. Everyone was meeting up at our house anyway so we thought we wouldn’t have to get up nearly as early. You know, sleep in… This is a joke because I can sleep in on weekdays and on weekends I’m wide awake at 6am…
So anyway… we ran back to my parents house so I could grab some clothes and then went back to our house. So it was about 11:15-11:30 when we got home. I realized the shirt I wanted to wear was dirty so I threw it in the washer and jumped in the shower, and then once I was out we sat on the couch watching tv trying to stay awake. So when the washer went off and I hung my shirt up and threw all the rest in the dryer we headed to bed. All I could hear was every noise: the windmill squeeks, the dryer was running, the clock on the dresser was ticking, the air conditioner kicking on and off and on again. I was about to go nuts. Just about the time I thought I could finally drift off to sleep the door bell rings. I looked at the clock, 12:45am. Who the heck is at the door?
April left her cell phone at our house but I really didn’t think it was her. Who was it? PC went and answered the door. It was the neighbor. We left our gates open so she came up the driveway. Said she was sorry to wake us but that there was a GMC Jimmy parked on one side of our driveway that they had the sheriff remove and 2 guys walking through our woods with flashlights that the guy in the Jimmy wasn’t with and just wanted us to know. Then she proceeded to introduce herself and her family and ask if the previous owners lived there still and on and on for probably 10-15 minutes.
Yup you guessed it, once she left then I really couldn’t sleep. In fact the windmill started sounding like a screeching dog. I so can’t wait until Bear moves out there with us!
And then, I was wide awake at 6am on Saturday morning. So much for sleeping in!
Saturday night we got home around midnight and Sunday I slept in until 10:30am! Woohoooo one day defeated!
So there was our bachelor/bachelorette party!
Joke time: A little boy was in a relative’s wedding. As he was coming down the aisle, he would take two steps, stop, and turn to the crowd. While facing the crowd, he would put his hands up like claws and roar. So it went, step, step, ROAR, step, step, ROAR, all the way down the aisle. As you can imagine, the crowd was near tears from laughing so hard by the time he reached the pulpit. When asked what he was doing, the child sniffed and said, “I was being the Ring Bear.”
Okay back to the party games. The next one was rather funny too! Everyone in attendance (but me) was told to write out the house chore they hated the most and give a reason. Once all had done that, Evelyn collected them and handed them to me. Then I was told to read them out loud but replace the chore with, “I hate sex because…” and finish it with their reason for hating the house hold chore.
I detest cleaning the shower because the only way to get it clean is to get wet. (I hate sex because the only way to get it clean is to get wet.)
I hate doing dishes because it sucks and because I am a crazy messy cook (I hate sex because it sucks and because I am a crazy messy cook.)
I hate doing laundry because it takes to much time and I don’t like folding it (I hate sex because it takes to much time and I don’t like folding it.)
Folding laundry because it’s too tedious (I hate sex because it’s too tedious.)
Scrubing under the toilet seat because it has dried on pee (I hate sex because it has dried on pee.)
Dusting because I don’t like moving everything around to dust under it (I hate sex because I don’t like moving everything around to dust under it.)
Mopping because I have a lot to do and it takes forever (I hate sex because I have a lot to do and it takes forever.)
I dislike all housework that’s why I work at a salaried job (I hate sex that’s why I work at a salaried job.)
I hate cleaning the bathroom sink because it always has little bits of mascara in it (I hate sex because it always has little bits of mascara in it.)
Picking up papers (candy wrappers) that my man plays basketball with the waste paper basket and he misses (I hate sex because my man plays basketball with the waste paper basket and he misses.)
Moping because it makes me feel dirty (I hate sex because it makes me feel dirty.)
Now please remember I was reading ALL of these in front of my mother, my future mother in law and my grandmother as well as friends and co-workers. I was dying laughing too. But I mean hey I had already opened all kinds of lingerie in front of them, what’s a few jokes too :).
I still don’t have pictures, I’ve been waiting patiently because one of the games would be much better with photos… but anyway I guess I’ll tell you about it.
Everyone was told to bring a pair of panties, my size but their style. They strung a feather boa up between 2 walls and then clothes pinned the panties to it. I then had to guess who brought what. I had 16 guests present. I got 2 guesses per pair. I got 8 of them right. Not bad eh? Toward the end it was getting difficult because I couldn’t remember who I had already guessed.
So I really want to show pictures for the final game… I’ll hold out a little longer on it. Hopefully I’ll get photos by then… we’ll see. Otherwise you may have to use your imagination.
Okay so let me start off by saying I am not a tidy whity guy…..
So Nicole and I are spread out between a few houses, on Wednesday evenings we go to OUR house and check the mail etc… Last night was no different. We went to the house and I proceded to work on cleaning out the hottub. I got extremely dirty and proceded to take a shower, when I go out of the shower I didn’t want to put my other underwear back on but all i had at the house was a pair of tidy whity’s so I put them on.
When we got back to her parents house I was going to change into a pair of my normal style (Boxer Briefs) so I pulled a pair out of the clothes basket and grabbed my shorts and i put on the boxer briefs then the shorts. (for the record i was really tired) Did you notice I missed a step?
Thats right this morning I got all the way to work and when I went to the bathroom I realized….. I am wearing 2 pairs of underwear!!!!
So yesterday I told you about the surprise personals shower I had thrown for me last Friday night. Well one of the games was done while I was opening presents and I didn’t even realize it. It started out Evelyn would write down phrases that I would say but apparently I wasn’t saying much at first so she started writing down phrases from around the room. Then after I was done opening presents the list was read aloud as:
“Phrases Nicole will say on their wedding night.”
I just had to share them with you. What it was actually referring to is to the side in ():
Sleep with me (On the butt of a pair of pants)
It makes me feel good (I have no idea)
That’s for when… (I said this but again, don’t know why)
I only growl when I’m mad (They asked me to growl. this was my response)
Now I know why April was always giggling when we did this with her. (I couldn’t quit giggling)
Ooooo it does smell good, I’ve never smelt it before (lotion that I received)
It’s very cute (about one of the pieces I received. We all said this throughout the night)
Oh they’re getting smaller and smaller (about the panties but not sure who said it)
It looks more like a man’s package (This was my grandma’s comment)
I’m not going to put it back in (I didn’t want to fold it and put it back in the box)
Haha, I didn’t break it (Me about the ribbons)
I wasn’t sure about the size. (Memaw about what size she got for me)
I know this trick (Me again on the ribbons)
Oh nice (This was said a lot throughout the night too.)
Very nice, Thank you (Me about something I received)
Is there more? (My mom b/c she thought something else should be in the bag)
Ok what’s next? (don’t remember)
Oooooo, that’s cute (This was said a lot throughout the night too by everyone)
No, they’re attached (me about the panties being attached to something, don’t remember what but someone thought there should be matching panties)
Those Match (me about a bra/panties set I received)
Can’t figure it out (haha, me because it had a built in bra thing and it was all tangled up)
Okay there we go (I finally got it all untangled)
Thank you (I said this a lot that night.)
I still wish I had pictures to show, although not sure I’d show what “personals” (haha) I received, I’d just show how gorgeously decorated my house was.
In other news, Brittany over at Unexpected Surprises featured me.
You really should go over and check it out! You should also check out her blog while over there. Her son is absolutely adorable. Today she shared a conversation she had with him. He wants to be an Alligator.
So I guess I’ll leave you with this cute joke I got in my email the other day. I have another one, I just have to find it!
The Sharing of Marriage…. The old man placed an order for one hamburger, french fries and a drink. He unwrapped the plain hamburger and carefully cut it in half, placing one half in front of his wife. He then carefully counted out the french fries, dividing them into two piles and neatly placed one pile in front of his wife. He took a sip of the drink, his wife took a sip, and then set the cup down between them. As he began to eat his few bites of hamburger, the people around them were looking over and whispering. Obviously they were thinking, “that poor old couple – all they can afford is one meal for the two of them.” As the man began to eat his fries a young man came to the table and politely offered to buy another meal for the old couple. The man said they were just fine – they were used to sharing everything. People closer to the table noticed the little old lady hadn’t eaten a bite. She sat there watching her husband eat and occasionally taking turns sipping the drink. Again the young man came over and begged them to let him buy another meal for them. This time the old woman said, “No, thank you, we are used to sharing everything.” Finally, as the old man finished and was wiping his face neatly with the napkin, the young man again came over to the little old lady who had yet to eat a single bite of food and asked, “What is it you are waiting for?”