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Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: KLP who wrote (69762)	1/5/2009 2:28:59 PM
From: Justin C	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

Karen, food & Rambi always turns into a comedy. In this episode of nine winters ago, Rambi was a designated table leader at a church dinner for less fortunate folks: Tonight--this is a terrible confession-- several people told me my table was rowdy at the Agape Dinner. That's pretty humiliating. All the other hosts are talking about Jesus, and having serious "I care about you" discussions. My group was having hysterics becuase PeeWee's t-shirt had a BAD WORD on it. I, groping for dinner topics, was reading t-shirts. Which was fine as long as they said things like Mississippi State Basketball, although there was a heated discussion over whether that was a basketball or a tennis ball on Earl's shirt, but when I read PeeWee's it said- A BAD WORD. And I said, PeeWee (who wasn't) you wore a bad word to church! ANd everyone thought that was just too funny. And they kept pounding poor PeeWee on the back while he tried to put his nametag over the BAD WORD. I don't think I saved any souls tonight. However, when they left they all shook hands with me and asked if I would be back next week because they wanted to sit at my table. I said, well, ok, as long as PeeWee wears his shirt. They just thought I was hysterical. The Carol Burnett of Agape Dinner. In the van going back to Southlake, the organizer said, "WHAT was your table carrying on about?" I said- oh we were overcome with the Joy of the Lord. Message 12969831

To: KLP who wrote (69762)	1/5/2009 5:44:08 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (3) \| Respond to of 71178

Happy New Year, Karen and Justin! I have a New Year's Eve story that doesn't involve food, well, it does in a sort of symbolic way. We have had a tough year, and so we wanted to do everything we could to insure a better '09. Some dear friends had just completed their lake house and invited us to spend New Year's with them so we drove to Marble Falls after dropping the last guest off at the airport. On the way, we decided that just in case our hostess forgot, we would stop and get blackeyed peas, and then Dan wanted to add some grapes, which is a Spanish tradition. We already had champagne with us, and Dan insisted that you are also supposed to wear red underwear to bring passion to the coming year. I was frankly suspicious of this one. Still, it would round out the NY basket we were putting together for our hosts, so we stopped at a Walmart and Dan went off to buy the grapes and blackeyed peas, and I headed to the elegant Walmart undies section. I was contemplating some oh so attractive for 1.98, but rather miniscule, red cotton thongs with a big pink heart in the front, when a little Mexican gentleman said to me, "Do you theenk these are nice?" Well, what to say? I felt momentarily wary about sharing a thong moment with a strange man, but he was grinning in such a friendly way, I couldn't help responding, "My husband says that wearing them will bring passion to the new year," I said. "Thees ees true!" he said, beaming even more broadly. "And I am buying some for my wife!" You have to admire such optimism. I decided these were the perfect choice and reached for two pair, one for me, one for my friend. He said, "So you like these? These are good? You buy two pair!" These were the tackiest underwear I have ever seen, which was why I was buying them, but I couldn't SAY that because I had just clinched the deal for him and he was excitedly trying to figure out what size his wife would wear. We had a discussion on buttsizes, because we were best friends by now, then we shook hands, wished each other Good Luck and Happy New Year, and I went off to find Dan, who first, was smug that he had been correct about the tradition, and second, was concerned that the man thought I was buying the second pair for him to wear. My friend and I wore our red thongs to dinner and debated wearing them the next day to make sure we got all the passion we could out of them. Her husband said he thought you were supposed to wear them for a week, such a kidder. We ate grapes at midnight with our champagne and had blackeyed peas with dinner. We played Wii, and I did really well at bowling, so already my luck is changing.