HELPFUL HINTS FROM 'HERSELF"

She has a new male friend too...:)

I'll introduce him to you....:)

Prepare...be aware...

This will hurt you more than it hurts me...:)

His name is....Moses Noss...

One little known, but nonetheless interesting, episode in Moses Noss fabled career on the frontier took place in the Desert Southwest.

Noss and his faithful companion Dwayne had been lost in the desert for weeks. They were at death’s door . . . suffering mightily from thirst, hunger, and exposure the harsh elements. But being the men they were, they trudged on - hoping for salvation in the form of a waterhole, remote casino, or something similar.

Suddenly! Through the heat haze, Moses spied a small tree off in the distance. He and Dwayne picked up the pace and stumbled towards the distance tree, hoping that it would not prove to be a mirage.

As they drew closer, both men could see that the tree was covered with what appeared to be rasher upon rasher of bacon. Hickory smoked bacon . . . crispy bacon . . . life-giving juicy bacon. Bacon! The aroma . . . oh, the glorious aroma . . . it nearly drove the starving men mad.

"Look Kemosabe," Dwayne cried, "It's a bacon tree! We're saved!"

With that, Dwayne heedlessly ran towards the beckoning bacon bush.

Moses, being the wily and experienced frontiers man that he was, sensing that all was not well, yelled out: “Dwayne Stop! Something’s not right! It’s a trap!”

But Dwayne, overcome by the alluring aroma floating forth from the bush, ran on salivating at the prospect of food.

And then . . . just as Dwayne reached the tree and grabbed a rasher of the rich, juicy, life-giving, hickory smoked pork - - a hail of gunfire echo across the desert floor and Dwayne fell. Wounded unto death.

Moses, quickly dropped to sand . . . seeking cover from the fusillade , and called out to his dying comrade: Dangit all Dwayne – I told you it was a trap! It’s not a Bacon Tree after all . . . it’s a Ham Bush!"