certherfbeef
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The Preacher just got done making the entire congregation turn around and look at me. 
Good man, that Pastor Wayne, but he has a big mouth.
He's only been here since January and had big shoes to fill. Doing just fine so far...well up till this morning.
Him, his wife and teenage daughter just bought a small place that boarders ours. He decided he wanted to move in some of the bigger things on friday. Being a good neighbor, I offered the stock trailer. It is spotless (cleaner than my house) and we could move all of it at once. He thought that was a good idea. After loading up his things we talked for a bit and he noticed the broken belts on one of the trailer tires. Told him I hauled a lot heavier load on it last week and had no problems. I started to the farm, Paster Wayne in tow, he thinks that tire is going to blow. :roll:
Mooving at a pretty good clip along the county road guess what...yep the tires goes. Doesn't just go flat...it BLOWS. Like a gunshot. I pull over, no problem I have a spare and a ??jack??
No jack but I have a piece of a 6X6 that acts as my emergency break. Managed to get the trailer pulled up on the block and procede to change the tire. In the meantime, the pastor's wife is having a fit because I'm changing this tire and didn't call a service truck (city folk :roll: ) she is on the cell phone to local sherrif. HE comes out...
Now those of you that have met me know I'm not the lady in distress type. Sherrif stops out on his way home from the county fair with a load of cattle. He is all ready to haul any critters on home for me if need be. Then he procedes to laugh at my load. NEXT, after I have the tire changed and the trailer off the block, mr. sherrif looks in the bed of my truck. Which has set at 3 county fairs so far and not been cleaned out. Any brand of alcoholic beverage you can imagine, there is an empty for each one times 10 laying in my truck bed. Pastor Wayne's wife is in the middle of a nervous breakdown...beer bottles in the bed, those are open containers!!! She is a little flighty anyway.
Pastor Wayne gives me a funny look. He looks at the sherrif...and they both laugh.
Just so happens that the sherrif was responsible for several of those empties to say the least.
We finally got the Pastor moved into his new place. He was greatful for my help, the good laughs he got, and the oh so enjoyable sermen he gave because of it this morning.
Glad he enjoyed himself.
Guess you had to be there to see the Pastor's wife thru all of this. Doesn't sound as funny as it was when it happened.
Good man, that Pastor Wayne, but he has a big mouth.
He's only been here since January and had big shoes to fill. Doing just fine so far...well up till this morning.
Him, his wife and teenage daughter just bought a small place that boarders ours. He decided he wanted to move in some of the bigger things on friday. Being a good neighbor, I offered the stock trailer. It is spotless (cleaner than my house) and we could move all of it at once. He thought that was a good idea. After loading up his things we talked for a bit and he noticed the broken belts on one of the trailer tires. Told him I hauled a lot heavier load on it last week and had no problems. I started to the farm, Paster Wayne in tow, he thinks that tire is going to blow. :roll:
Mooving at a pretty good clip along the county road guess what...yep the tires goes. Doesn't just go flat...it BLOWS. Like a gunshot. I pull over, no problem I have a spare and a ??jack??
No jack but I have a piece of a 6X6 that acts as my emergency break. Managed to get the trailer pulled up on the block and procede to change the tire. In the meantime, the pastor's wife is having a fit because I'm changing this tire and didn't call a service truck (city folk :roll: ) she is on the cell phone to local sherrif. HE comes out...
Now those of you that have met me know I'm not the lady in distress type. Sherrif stops out on his way home from the county fair with a load of cattle. He is all ready to haul any critters on home for me if need be. Then he procedes to laugh at my load. NEXT, after I have the tire changed and the trailer off the block, mr. sherrif looks in the bed of my truck. Which has set at 3 county fairs so far and not been cleaned out. Any brand of alcoholic beverage you can imagine, there is an empty for each one times 10 laying in my truck bed. Pastor Wayne's wife is in the middle of a nervous breakdown...beer bottles in the bed, those are open containers!!! She is a little flighty anyway.
Pastor Wayne gives me a funny look. He looks at the sherrif...and they both laugh.
Just so happens that the sherrif was responsible for several of those empties to say the least.
We finally got the Pastor moved into his new place. He was greatful for my help, the good laughs he got, and the oh so enjoyable sermen he gave because of it this morning.
Glad he enjoyed himself.
Guess you had to be there to see the Pastor's wife thru all of this. Doesn't sound as funny as it was when it happened.
