D e s e r t E x p o s u r e
November
2008
Desert Diary
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Postcards from the edge. . . We continue double-dipping into our bounty of reader photos of themselves holding "the biggest little paper in the Southwest." Above, lest warm weather slide into winter without one last bathing-suit picture (we're still getting kidded about last month's shot!), "Several local Silver City folks were spotted trying their hand (and bodies) at boogie-boarding on the Pacific Coast of beautiful Baja, Mexico. Mark and Earl Hunter of Hunter's Creations and Dana Carlsen and Mike Osborne of Bornsen Coffee are shown having a much-needed break and lots of fun."
Desert Exposure contributor Siri Dharma sent the photo below with this caption: "So this is me with my dearest friend from high school in Toronto, Maribeth Gray. We are in Bali, Indonesia. (Maribeth has recently moved to Gila with her husband.) This picture was taken about two minutes from the Indian Ocean."
Whether near the ocean or in the desert, halfway around the world or on a weekend getaway, take us along on your next trip and send home a snapshot of yourself holding Desert Exposure. Send to Desert Diary, PO Box 191, Silver City, NM 88062, or by email to diary@desertexposure.com
Northern exposure. . . Being part Scandinavian ourselves, we can share this yarn from Dakota Duaine with a clear conscience:
"Three dead bodies turn up at the mortuary, all with very big smiles on their faces. The police inspector calls the coroner to find out what has happened.
"The coroner tells the inspector: 'First body is a 72-year-old Frenchman. He died of heart failure while with his mistress. Hence the enormous smile.
"'The second body is an Irishman, 25 years of age. He won a thousand dollars in the lottery and spent it all on whisky. Died of alcohol poisoning. Hence the smile.'
"The inspector asks, 'What of the third body?'
"'Ah,' says the coroner, 'this is the most unusual one. Ole Swenson, from Minnesota, age 30, struck by lightning.'
"'Why is he smiling then?' inquires the Inspector.
"'He thought he was having his picture taken.'"
Losing the battle of the sexes. . . We couldn't go an entire Diary without a dispatch from the gender wars. So here again is Old Grumps:
"There is a new study about women and how they feel about their asses. The results were pretty interesting:
"30 percent of women think their ass is too fat.
"10 percent of women think their ass is too skinny.
"The remaining 60 percent say they don't care, they love him, he's a good man, and they wouldn't trade him for the world."
Doing the math. . . Not to be morbid, but this month we seem to be developing a theme: dead cows, dead bodies and now a dead donkey, in this lively tale from Jess Hossinaround in Arenas Valley:
"Young Chuck moved to Texas and bought a donkey from a farmer for $100. The farmer agreed to deliver the donkey the next day. The next day he drove up and said, 'Sorry, son, but I have some bad news: The donkey died.'
"Chuck replied, 'Well, then, just give me my money back.'
"The farmer said, 'Can't do that. I went and spent it already.'
"Chuck said, 'OK, then, just bring me the dead donkey.'
"The farmer asked, 'What ya gonna do with him?'
"Chuck said, 'I'm going to raffle him off.'
"The farmer said, 'You can't raffle off a dead donkey!'
"Chuck said, 'Sure I can. Watch me. I just won't tell anybody he's dead.'
"A month later, the farmer met up with Chuck and asked, 'What happened with that dead donkey?'
"Chuck said, 'I raffled him off. I sold 500 tickets at $2 apiece and made a profit of $898.'
"The farmer said, 'Didn't anyone complain?'
"Chuck said, 'Just the guy who won. So I gave him his $2 back.'"
Age-appropriate behavior. . . Finally, picking back up on our earlier theme of aging, Toni in the Vet's Office takes us all the way from youth to old age:
"You are in the middle of some kind of project around the house — mowing the lawn, putting a new fence in, painting the living room, or whatever. You are hot and sweaty, covered in dirt or paint. You have your old work clothes on. You know the outfit: shorts with the hole in crotch, old T-shirt with a stain from who knows what, and an old pair of tennis shoes. Right in the middle of this great home-improvement project, you realize you need to run to Wal-Mart to get something to help complete the job. Depending on your age you might do the following:
"In your 20s: Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair, brush your teeth, floss, and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in the mirror and flex. Add a dab of your favorite cologne because you never know, you just might meet some hot chick while standing in the checkout lane. You went to school with the pretty girl running the register.
"In your 30s: Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change shoes. You married the hot chick, so no need for much else. Wash your hands and comb your hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it. Add a shot of your favorite cologne to cover the smell. The cute girl running the register is the kid sister of someone you went to school with.
"In your 40s: Stop what you are doing. Put on a sweatshirt that is long enough to cover the hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different shoes and a hat. Wash your hands. Your bottle of Brut cologne is almost empty, so you don't want to waste any of it on a trip to Wal-Mart. Check yourself in the mirror and do more sucking in than flexing. The spicy young thing running the register is your daughter's age and you feel weird thinking she is spicy.
"In your 50s: Stop what you are doing. Put a hat on, wipe the dirt off your hands onto your shirt. Change shoes, because you don't want to get dirt in your new sports car. Check yourself in the mirror and swear not to wear that shirt anymore because it makes you look fat. The cutie running the register smiles when she sees you coming and you think you still have it. Then you remember the hat you have on is from Buddy's Bait & Beer Bar and it says, 'I Got Worms.'
"In your 60s: Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Hose the dog crap off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in your 50s. You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole in your pants. The girl running the register may be cute, but you don't have your glasses on so you are not sure.
"In your 70s: Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Wal-Mart until they have your prescriptions ready, too. Don't even notice the dog crap on your shoes. The young thing at the register smiles at you because you remind her of her grandfather.
"In your 80s: Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you remember you needed to go to Wal-Mart. Go to Wal-Mart and wander around trying to think what it is you are looking for. Fart out loud and think someone called out your name. You went to school with the old lady who greeted you at the front door."
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