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I’ve never really paid much attention to counterfeit money reports. I don’t normally carry cash, and when I do have cash it comes from the bank’s ATM machine. The bank checks their money, so it can’t be counterfeit, right? WRONG!!!!

My husband got some money out of the ATM machine Sunday morning. Later in the day, he handed me $30, a 20 and 10, so I could make a quick trip to the grocery store. After paying with the money that came from the bank’s ATM machine, I got funny looks from the cashier and she took off to the office. The lady in the office called more people in and they all stared and whispered about me. Finally, the cashier came back and informed me that my $20 bill was not good. It was counterfeit.

I called my husband and the store called the police to come in and check things out. I wrote a check for my groceries, although the lady in the office didn’t seem to like that very much, either. When I went with the bag boy to put my groceries in the car, I thought the two left in the office, who were watching my every move, were going to have a stroke because I walked out of the store.

I had to wait about five minutes for the police to arrive. When the officer got there, he took a statement from the lady in the office and then came to talk to me. I had to go to the police station to do some paper work and make a formal statement.

My husband arrived about the time I was leaving to go to the police station. He went with me and filled out a form saying where the money came from and that he had been the one to give it to me.

While the officer was very nice and assured me that he didn’t think I was producing counterfeit money, those at the store were another story. I know the store has a procedure they have to follow, but I was just as innocent in this as they were. I won’t be shopping there again.

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While I was growing up, my family always celebrated Christmas Eve and New Years Eve with my Uncle Donnie, Aunt Vicki, Jennifer, Ashley and Cody. We also spent many summer days swimming and barbecuing together and sometimes going to Liberty Land.

On the Fourth of July we enjoyed lunch and swimming at Ashley’s house. Uncle Donnie, Aunt Vicky and Cody were also there. It was a nice way to spend the day and catch up with everyone. It’s also nice to see our kids play together. We don’t get to visit as much as we used to, but we still have fun when we get together.

I was also pleasantly surprised the other day to receive an e-mail from Jennifer, who lives in Minnesota. The e-mail contained a slide show featuring her daughter’s senior pictures and a few family photos! It doesn’t seem possible that she has a daughter graduating high school.
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Today is my youngest son, Brad’s, 11th birthday. We usually have one big party at the Walnut Ridge City Pool. Not this year! A couple of weeks ago, there was a WWE Pay-Per View event that he really wanted to see. My husband gave him the choice of a big party or the Pay-Per View. Of course he chose the Pay-Per View.

I thought he’d regret that decision once his birthday arrived, but he’s getting a pretty good deal out of it.

We are doing a small celebration tonight at home. Brad gets his choice for supper (Pizza Hut pepperoni pizza), cake and a present. Tomorrow night, my mom is cooking him a special supper and all our family will be there. Friday he is having a small party at our house for a couple of his friends.

It seems it’s turning into a week-long celebration.
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My family and I went to the Portia Picnic Saturday night. Like many others in the community, this is a yearly ritual for us. I’ve always loved going to the Picnic. I have lots of memories of riding rides and playing games, many of which are still the same. It’s nice to be able to see my kids enjoying the things I did at their age.

They only played one game – they threw darts to pop balloons. Brad won a Dale Earnhardt Jr. mirror and Briar won a Grim Reaper mirror. He told me later that he had thought about getting one with a half-naked woman on it, but opted for the spooky one instead (must be his age).

We also visited the food vendors. You can’t go to a carnival without having a funnel cake (or a corn dog and cotton candy in Briar and Brad’s case).

The best part, though, is the rides. The boys had a contest to see who would throw up first – which must be a guy thing, because I don’t remember ever doing that. Luckily, there was no winner or loser for the contest. Maybe next year…

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