Monday, July 28, 2008

STIR IT UP, MAN

Friday, July 25, 2008

DAN SANDERS YOU ROCK

UMS CONTINUES

July 14, 2008


Mr. Dan Sanders
7830 Orlando Ave.
Lubbock, Texas 79423


Dear Mr. Sanders,

Enclosed please find a blog that my daughter Grace recently posted. I tried to email you, but it was too long, so I am sending it to you.

I found it so amusing as she has had a hard time moving from Amarillo to Dumas because of UMS. I share her pain, as I live in Spearman 100 miles away and many a day have driven to Amarillo only to go to Market Street and home again to cook for friends. I would rather go there than to the mall, so I completely embrace her attitude.

Your store in Amarillo was even my inspiration to decorate our outdoor kitchen. I have spent many moments in the restroom looking at the tile instead of using the facility.

We just returned from a trip to Greece and during the long flight, my husband Brian and I both read your book, Built to Serve. What a great testimony you have. Thank you for that also.

I know from reading your book that you are the kind of man that would like to have letters like these. I’m sure you have many, but I have always believed when you have an opportunity to say something nice…take the time to say it.


Have a great day.

Gina Gillispie

THE PAT TIMES TWO



Sometime in the wee small hours of the morning BB had a bad dream. Her cry was not the standard middle of the night cry. It was more like a whimper and she was breathing heavy when I went in and picked her up. She clenched on to me as though she were terrified and I knew she must have had her first nightmare. What was it that scared her, I wondered. She's been in this world all of 11 months so I assume it was food related. Maybe she was just out of milk. I rocked her for a long time and she patted me. She's been doing that lately...laying her head on my shoulder and patting me. As if to say, well, what I am relaying when I pat her. What a sweet baby! What a sweet mama, she was telling me. I could have held her all night. I crawled back into bed and Justin, who was dreaming also, rolled over and PATTED MY BACK. He did until either he or I dosed off; I'm not sure who was first.

My heart is so full...of love and happiness and contentment. I know, it's just a pat, but it made my week. I am loved and appreciated and I am overwhelmed with how much a family can mean to one person. If you see someone you care about today, give 'em an ole pat on the back....times two.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

SUMMER DAYS

What have I been doing all summer you ask.
A WHOLE LOTTA THIS:



AND A BIT OF THIS:


AND THIS:


AND SOME OF THIS:

UNITED MARKET STREET OF AMERICA

Dear United Market Street,
I love you. I would move back from Dumas just to be with you again. There is a hole in my heart where you and your glorious groceries once were. When I walk through your doors I feel like I've come home from a long trip with a hard bed. What do I love about you UMS? I love Sampling Sunday. I love your clean floors and tidy rows. I love your Summer House Iced Tea. I love Ray, the butcher, who finds all of my beef shank and fresh clam requests to be rather amusing. I love when you have a new fruit I have never tasted before. I find it very impressive that you, a grocery store, carry Mulderbosch and more importantly, my other fine friend, Kim Crawford. I would like to praise you United Market Street for hiring such fine employees as Les and Jacob who insistently card me every time I purchase alcohol just to make me feel 20 again. I love to hear the stories from the sackers especially when they are about fast cars and wild nights after a long day of high school. UMS, if you will move to Dumas I will visit you every day. I will spend hours gawking at your wine and cheese selection. UMS, if you move to Dumas, I will seek you out for part time employment. I love you United Market Street.