Ballard High School
"Class of 1966"
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May 2025
We absolutely love the month of May
Okay, May-be we give May a hard time occasionally. Hopefully we can convince you how a-May-zing May really is though.
So it’s no surprise that May is the most common month for gardeners to start planting seeds in their flower beds and gardens.
The international distress call of Mayday originated after morse code was replaced by telecommunication.
The previous morse code distress call of SOS was often misheard when said aloud.
Yes, Cinco de Mayo, Mother’s Day, and Memorial Day all happen in the month of May but did you know these too belong to the Month of May as well.
There is International Hamburger Day on May 28th, National Dance Like A Chicken Day on May 14th, and National Garden Meditation Day on May 3rd. May is also National Vinegar Month, National Asparagus Month, and National Salad Month. However, May was once considered the worst month to get married and an omen of divorce. “Marry in May and you’ll rue the day “, was the old adage.
In any given year, no month ever begins or ends on the same day of the week as May does.
What we’re trying to say is that May is a humble, unassuming month that is much less flashy than sizzling July or festive December.
We love the month of May because it symbolizes renewal and growth, bridging spring and summer with vibrant blooms and flourishing nature. Now go out there and enjoy yourselves.
Life isn't all rainbows and sunshine; as with everything, there will always be ups and downs. But through it all, don't forget to keep your sense of humor and to not take things so seriously. After all, what is there to life if you're not at least having fun?
The journey on horseback from Waco to Fort Worth is a long ride along a dusty trail and for any cowboy, it’s thirsty work.
So when George passed through a small town along the way he decided to stop at the saloon for a cold beer to quench his thirst.
Well, the locals were none too friendly to strangers passing through their town and George could sense a negative vibe immediately, as he tied his horse to the post before walking through the saloon doors
When he finished his beer, George walked outside and he was non-too-happy to discover that someone had stolen his horse.
So he walked back into the bar, drew his gun from its holster, spun it around his finger in an impressive fashion, and then shot a bullet straight through a whisky bottle standing at the other end of the long bar.
The place went silent and you could hear a pin drop, until George shouted, “Now which one of you sidewinders stole my horse?”
No one said anything. The place was deadly quiet.
George shouted menacingly, “Now you listen to me! I’m gonna sit here and have another beer and if my horse ain’t back outside by the time I’ve finished my drink then I’m gonna do what I dun in Waco. And I don’t want to have to do what I dun in Waco.”
The locals shifted nervously in their seats. They didn’t like strangers much but they liked trouble even less.
So when George had finished his beer, he looked outside and sure enough there was his horse tied to the post and waiting for him.
George saddled up and then started to ride slowly along Main Street.
The bartender had wandered outside and stood and watched George go.
“Hey partner,” said the bartender, “so what happened in Waco?”
George smiled and said, “I had to walk home!”
Zak is an old farmer down on his luck.
He’s been struggling to maintain his farm on his own since his son, Jack was sent to jail.
One day Zak writes to Jack in jail to let him know he’s struggling, and he writes the following: –
Dear Jack, I just wanted to let you know that this year I won’t be able to plant potatoes in the field. I’m just getting too old now and I can’t dig the field by myself. I know if you were here, you’d help me.
Naturally, Jack doesn’t want his father to experience any more trouble, so he quickly writes a letter back to him.
Dear Dad, Please don’t even think about digging that field because that’s where I buried the money I stole from the bank.
Well, when you’re in prison the authorities read the content of your letters before they go out in the mail.
So, it’s not long before the police show up at the farm and turn over the entire field in search of the stolen money. However, they don’t find anything.
A couple of days later Zak receives another letter from his son.
Dear Dad, Now the field’s been dug over, you should be able to go ahead and plant the potatoes. That’s the best I could do to help from here.
A customer service agent, an administration clerk and their manager are all walking to lunch when they stumble upon an old, antique oil lamp.
Knowing that old oil lamps can often house a genie they enthusiastically rub it in hopeful anticipation.
Sure enough, out pops a genie.
“I am the genie of the lamp and you can each have one wish,” says the genie.
“Me first! Me first!” says the customer service agent. “I want to be in the Bahamas, driving a speedboat, without a care in the world.”
There’s a poof sound followed by a cloud of smoke and the customer service agent’s gone.
“Me next! Me next!” says the administration clerk. “I want to be in Hawaii, relaxing on the beach with an endless supply of Pina Coladas and the love of my life.”
There’s a poof sound followed by a cloud of smoke and the administration clerk’s gone
The genie then looks at the manager and says, “OK Boss, I guess it’s your turn now.”
“I want those two back in the office in exactly 45 minutes,” the manager responds.
Moral of the story: It’s always a good idea to let your boss go first.
An elderly man was walking down the street one day when he observed a small boy struggling to reach the doorbell at one of the houses.
The kindly old man said to the boy, “Can I help you with that sonny?”
At which point he smiled and placed a comforting hand on the boy’s shoulder whilst pressing the doorbell firmly with his other hand.
“There”, said the old man, as he stepped back from the door. “Now what do we do young man?”
“We run like hell mister”, the boy replied.
After his sermon on the challenges of dealing with a controlling personality, Father O’Malley said to the men in his congregation, “If you know that your wife is controlling you, step forward.”
Every man in the congregation stepped forward except Bert.
Father O’Malley smiled because at least he had one strong, confident man in his congregation.
“Now, Bert,” Father O’Malley continued, “tell us why you were unwilling to step forward.”
Bert quietly replied, “Because my wife said I would regret it if I did.”
There’s always going to be stress. There’s always going to be anxiety … being able to laugh about it is really important.
Have an awesome day and know that someone has thought about you today. You make the world a better place just by being in it.
Live life for today.
Look for a single moment of joy each day.
Pray for tomorrow.
Cherish your blessings.
And visit with your precious memories often.
Thank you for visiting.
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