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Just 5 + 1 Dumb Dirls

Posted Friday, January 27, 2012, at 8:16 AM

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Sallie after a successful game of miniature golf. She is the tallest Dumb Dirl
The Dumb Dirls are a group of women who started out taking trips and celebrating our birthdays together. Sallie's son Dane gave us our nickname when he was quite young. In later years, we shortened name to DDC.

David used to call us one short of a 6-pack and seemed to be much happier when we asked Sandy to be a part of our group. That odd number seemed to bother him.

The Dirls are: Sallie, Teresa, Barbie & Laura and myself. About three years ago, we asked Sandy to join us. Sallie had access to a motor home and there were just four of us at the time, when we took our first trip together about 15 or 16 years ago. We went to Branson and toured Silver Dollar City. It was great fun.

The next year, Barbie joined our group. Barbie and Teresa are sisters but they are as different as night and day. Barbie is very serious and feminine. She can't imagine going anywhere without her make-up and her hair combed. Teresa is impulsive and energetic and never worries about those things.

Sallie is tall and slim. She is always on hand to help out a family or friend. Laura is intense and smart. And our Sandy the newcomer has a lively impulsive personality too. And I seem to be somewhere in between this mix of personalities.

I want to tell you about one of our last trips where Laura and Sallie nearly got arrested. I think that our husbands would have gotten a great shock if they received a phone call from us saying that we needed to be bailed out of jail!

It was our trip to Hermann Missouri. Hermann is a great place to visit with wineries, antiques stores and cobblestone streets. Especially for those of us who like to walk and explore old towns.

Laura had made the hotel reservations for a room big enough for the five of us women. Without being mean, our host could best be described as someone from a completely different culture than ours. He gave us the choice of two rooms with three beds in each.

The first room seemed to be a little smaller and was not as nice as the other room. It did, however, contain a small refrigerator.

So when we decided on the larger room, Sallie simply picked up the refrigerator and carried it over to our room. We wanted to use it to keep our snacks cool.

The manager stopped by and we told him that we had borrowed the fridge and nothing more was said. The next morning, it became obvious that the fridge did not work and so, before we started off for sight-seeing, Laura and Sallie went to the office to let the manager know.

We had a long day of visiting shops, a couple wineries and having lunch. Hermann is filled with historic buildings and hilly roads. They have all kinds of festivals in the spring and fall.

When we got back to our room, we had a message from the manager for Laura to come to the office. Apparently, he had decided during the course of the day that we should pay for the fridge.

I don't think that he counted on Laura though. In his attempt to bully her, she called his bluff. He threatened to have her and Sallie arrested for theft and destruction of property. They both told him to go ahead or they would call the police themselves.

And so, a very nice patrolman came to our room. He looked at us five middle-aged ladies and wondered where the criminals where. After asking for ID, and after listening to our side of the story, he went back to the motel office to get the motel manager's version.

This guy wanted to collect $100.00 from Laura in order to replace the fridge we moved from across the hallway and into our room. The very fridge that never worked in the first place. And Sallie started it all with her klepto tendencies.

In the end, it was the manager who refunded our money for that night and we packed up and left in the late evening. Our next motel room was considerably smaller, but definitely safer.

I will post more about the Dumb Dirls in later blogs. Most of our trips were not filled accusations of theft and destruction of property. Some of them, we actually had fun!

Each of these girls have found a place in my heart. I enjoy their unique traits and talents and consider it an honor to be a part of their group.

Although we are a core group of 6 now, we have other women who join us for birthdays and day trips.

The past few years, our celebrations have become more simple and centralized due to finances and family constraints.

Our endeavors may seem tame to those who read this, but watch out! When we become old ladies dressed in our vintage best, we will cruise down Main Street in a flashy convertible. Our fashion accessories will include tiaras; support knee highs and comfortable shoes.

We are just 6 Dumb Dirls out looking for fun and adventure!


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Yep the gals can do their thing and get in as much trouble as the guys. LOL

-- Posted by Eagle_eye on Fri, Jan 27, 2012, at 1:37 PM

My Dad, Paul Hostetler, had two siblings and two friends that he considered were related "by music."

Those three could get in more trouble accidently than most people could intetionally.

But they were my uncles none the less and assuming that St. Peter has a sense of humor, the Devil has his hands full!

-- Posted by wh67 on Fri, Jan 27, 2012, at 9:20 AM

yes

-- Posted by KH Gal on Fri, Jan 27, 2012, at 9:06 AM

That is a great story Bonnie. I love picturing the six pack of you running amok in various locations.

I have a group of core friends like that also. We come from all 'walks' of life/culture. We have very ladylike among us, right down to, well, I guess me.... on the other end. Common bond being our children and horses. As a 4-H leader, I've beome friends with most of the women who were parents of my members. As long as their is a common thread, it's a great way to be friends, right?

-- Posted by jessiemiller on Fri, Jan 27, 2012, at 8:35 AM


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Fixing fence is the one of the hardest jobs on a ranch. I no longer live on a ranch, but I do know what hard work is. Fences are everyone's concern, but nowadays,the "hole" is always your neighbor's side not your own. It used to be that you would respect your neighbor and mend the fence together. If their cows got in your field, a simple phone call resolved the problem. You might even saddle up your own horse and help them gather them up. We need more people who are willing to roll their sleeves up and fix the fence regardless of who your neighbor is. There are people in this country who need to be reminded that a fence is like the way you should conduct your life. Your posts should be straight and neat. The wire needs to be stretched tight and your gate might be closed, but can still be easily opened. And most of all, we can all saddle up together and ride the range, it won't matter if you have an Appaloosa, Quarter Horse or Thoroughbred. The cows still have to be gathered, fences have to be fixed, and the range is a wide open space of opportunity for us all.
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