Scenes From A BBQ

Saturday we had our first ever BBQ lunch for potential volunteers to Galloping Grace. I'd like to reiterate that this was NOT a lunch to thank all those that have volunteered time to us in the past. If so, we'd have hundreds of people who have positively affected GG in some way. This was more a chance to get connected with those willing and able to serve in some capacity this next season. We realize the list was probably not complete, and for this we apologize to anyone we might have unintentionally left out. Please don't feel that we do not want or need your help--quite the contrary. Call. Write. Email. We want you to want us, to help us, to volunteer!

Friday afternoon I heard a weather report for Saturday which got me really nervous--something to the effect of GALE FORCE WINDS! Even though I rarely panic or blow things out of proportion, hearing that the winds were going to be severe got my attention. I clearly remember the misery that was Claire and Easton's birthday party last year. UGH! I did not want to try and do something nice for the volunteers that really would be more like torture. Sand-filled burgers and flying buns are not considered desirable in all cultures. I ran around like a chicken sans head suggesting the BBQ be postponed. Why set ourselves up for failure?

It's a good thing my momentary panic did not result in a cancelled party. The winds were there, sure, but they were nothing tough cowboys and cowgirls like us couldn't handle! After all, most regular volunteers to Galloping Grace have experienced far worse on any prior visit to the ranch.
Children were able to eat without watermelon slices flying off their plates or grapes from their hands. Smiles could be seen on facesand hairdos stayed intact.

That right there is a good day, I don't care who you are!

Max and Trish almost ruined things with all their boring talk about waivers and procedures and background checks. Blah blah. Talk about your Debbie Downers.

Dearest volunteers. We will now require that you give

us your firstborn child as a donation. In addition,

fill this out and then that and don't forget this other

boring form about that boring thing. And then...we just

might let you scoop some poop--if you're lucky!

Listen folks, I never get uptight about safety so I had absolutely NOTHING to do with all that. Well, maybe just a couple small details...for the children ,of course!

When you l00k at this group shot, please note the losers hiding in the back row. I am appalled at their actions. No, I did not just take the picture when they accidentally moved out of position. There were several similar pictures taken that look the same. These turd ladies deliberately avoided my camera. I would never do such a thing and am shocked there are others out there who would. Carri, Steph, Deanell, Beth, Renee--unbelievable!

To the rest of you smiling faces, thanks so much for braving the wind and joining us for a fun day of meeting new people and hanging out with friends. We thank you for your willingness to serve others, especially at Galloping Grace Youth Ranch.

And to the clean up crew--you're the best! You are hereby officially invited to any and all future events held at the ranch.

Justin--Happy Birthday to you!

We love you!