Yes, I am and have been friends for many years with the children of Joe and his former wife.
She was part of his life for 10 years and she is the Mother of my awesome Colorado kids.
We had a night of Bingo. The most frustrating game that has ever been invented.
Frankie had requested that I not take a picture of her so you get her hands.
Bingo. A game that tantalizes you with the chance to win large sums of money. Tonight the pots were mostly $100. The much anticipated “Progressive Blackout” game had a prize of $5,400. Chatter around the room by players was full of excited utterances about this large prize. Hopes were high as each game played was nearer and nearer the Progressive game.
Why do I go far from home with $20 to purchase packs of Bingo cards (thin paper pieces really) only to be mocked by the vagaries of the numbered balls? I know, from past experience, winning any of the games is a possibility.
I have just as much of a chance of winning as anyone else has. Those blasted numbered balls taunt me with each successive one placed under the camera lens for all to see. Marking the appropriate number with a colored ink dauber to indicate a number out of play is half the fun. Hoping and praying for one special number to be called so I could be the first to call out loudly and excitedly “Bingo!” is another part of the fun.
As you can see the numbers were not in my favor :-(. How can I be upset over not winning any money at Bingo when I have a friend to laugh with and support each other in finding numbers to splat with bright colors.
Catching up on details of her life since I last saw her. Hearing all the adorable stories of the child we are proud to be Grandma’s of our little Simon.